Tyrande* awoke from his nightmare. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She had forgotten most of the events in her dreams, but what she could still remember was that Elune, the goddess of the moon, was involved in a terrible war.

Her mount was mortally wounded, throwing her off the body and slamming her head to the ground. Then she was captured by that terrible Savis.

She still remembers some horrific images and sounds. The monster, which resembles a goat, has a malicious eye on her. A pair of large, furry hands with sharp claws tugged at her......

Then, she was woken up.

The long, narrow and graceful silver eyes scanned the ornate side hall, the ornate room where she was under house arrest she had seen many times.

The afternoon sun was shining in from the west, which was supposed to be a rest time for the elves......

Her soft lips opened slightly, and she let out a soft sigh lamenting her current situation. She shook her head, her long dark blue hair fluttering in all directions like waves, and a few strands of silver hair in her hair stood out at the moment.

Standing up from the crouching state, the silky quilt fell down her body, and suddenly saw the traces of the battle on her beautiful body, and her face couldn't help but be flushed.

I really want to ignore the black figure next to me, but it's a pity that this sleeping man is her dominant.

The self-proclaimed Dukang always showed her the Burning Legion's battle reports, and even openly declared to the Eredar Twins that it was part of the training in order to break her will.

Tyrande was tempted to deny that the reports were true, but the only few times he had been in contact with Elune while Dukang was on guard duty had all he gotten was silence. All Elune could give her was no meaningful comfort, and a rush to the plan.

Even Du Kang contacted her once, which had been blocked by Malfurion's soul, and it turned out that Malfurion also made her believe in Du Kang!

Tyrande was scared, afraid he wouldn't be able to support himself any longer.

She didn't know when that so-called plan would succeed, she only knew that she was sinking step by step, even in the name of justice and righteousness.

The fond memories of her childhood and teenage years are fading away, and the members of the Elune Sisterhood are beginning to fade in their minds, and the only thing that fills her spiritual world is the man's endless tricks and tricks.

She fought, cried, begged to get around, but what terrified her was that she was getting used to a character she once thought was incomparably bad.

Even if she was tossed extremely miserable, she still had this black figure in her head when she turned around.

If he is away for a while, he will miss him quickly and look forward to his next arrival.

Before I knew it, it had been thirty days.

Tyrande was shocked to find that the luckiest thing between men and women is that the person you love loves loves each other, and it is more fortunate that there is someone who loves you but you don't love him.

But now she has fallen into a third way that she thought she would never accept—getting used to each other!

In just one month, she had become completely accustomed to his presence, as accustomed to eating and drinking as she was.

"I'm ...... Is it depraved?" Tyrande cupped his face.

Suddenly, Duke's voice came: "No! It's just a nightmare! However, whether what is unfolding in front of you is a return to ordinary daily life, or a reality that is crueler than a nightmare, depends on your and my efforts. ”

Tyrande suddenly felt a rush of warmth.

It's ironic that when she was about to collapse and become a plaything with no self, it was the guy who had been pushing her to pull her.

Tyrande bit her lip fiercely, and she couldn't help but think about it, if he really saved the Cadore clan in this way, what kind of attitude should I use to face him in the future......

With Tyrande in hand, Duke walked towards the southernmost tower of the palace of Aishara. The tower shimmered with magical energy, and thanks to Duke's perfect tuning, the upper elves didn't have to work around the clock as they did in history.

Along the way, Tyrande saw the upper elves and evil horned monsters taking turns saluting them on the way to the tower.

The slender bodies of the upper elves are draped in turquoise robes with hoods and intricate embroidery on them, while the lower half of the monsters resemble the bodies of goats, they were once night elves, but now they belong to the Burning Legion - yes! They are satyrs.

In the tower's tallest hall, Sartre and the upper elves struggle to support the magic of the hexagonal matrix.

On the incomparably complex magic array pattern engraved by Duke himself. There was a flame floating in mid-air, and in the center of the flame was a black hole that never seemed to go away. The moment Duke stepped into the hall with Tyrande, Tyrande subconsciously knew that he had entered the realm of Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion.

There, the Abyss Lord Manolos and the Ereda Twins arrived early. Both they and the Doomsday guards around the hall looked at Tyrande, who was dressed in white robes and still holy on the surface, with mocking eyes. These playful glances made Tyrande embarrassed.

The twins gave Duke a thumbs up even more wickedly.

Thanks to Duke's incomparably pure spatial magic, Sargeras no longer needs to forcibly submit his will, and his power can pass through this huge portal and manifest himself in this world anytime and anywhere. The only fly in the ointment is that the portal is still not large and strong enough to support the passage of Sargeras himself.

"Will you allow me in?" a voice that made Tyrande shudder come from the entrance to the hall.

Duke nodded.

Manolos immediately roared: "Come in!"

Without Duke and Tyrande, Illidan would undoubtedly be the skinniest.

This time, it was clear that Illidan was mentally prepared for everything. Even when you see Duke, you can greet him very formulaically.

It's just that no one knows what he's thinking in those amber eyes. Tyrande looked at Illidan, his mouth squirmed, but he didn't speak after all.

No one made it difficult for Illidan, because today's protagonist is him!

The deep portal suddenly fluctuated, and in the next second, a mysterious power suddenly filled the hall, this mysterious power came from the distant twisted void.

Sargeras's huge phantom suddenly filled the huge hall, which was more than thirty meters high.

His rumbling voice rang out.

"Are you the Illidan Fury who proved your loyalty to the Legion and can't?

Illidan bowed his head deeply in respect: "It's me!"

"As a mortal, you are powerful......" Sargeras spoke from another world, and after a moment of silence, he added, "but your strength is worthless in my eyes......"

Illidan said coldly, "I may be able to let His Majesty come to Azeroth!"