The other lords have given up on treatment, why are you joining in the fun, Gemini?
Get out of here!
If Tyrande runs away in a few days, then everything will be fine!
Duke really wanted to slap Gemini a few times. At this moment, Du suddenly thought of another problem - it seemed that this was still his fault!
If Duke hadn't been stirring up trouble within the Burning Legion, the twins wouldn't have come to Azshara early.
Also because he had many hands, in order to temporarily stabilize the upper elves, he gave the upper elves a large number of fel crystals. Now the queen and her men are grateful to the Burning Legion.
In the original history, once Archimonde came, no one in the entire Legion cared about these upper elves who had lost their usefulness. When Kael'thas was extremely disappointed with the Legion, if I remember correctly, it was Dath'Remar Sunstrider, Kael'thas' grandfather, who felt abandoned by the Burning Legion and chose to turn to the light and release Tyrande, which led to Tyrande's miraculous return.
In addition, the goddess Elune endorsed Tyrande and publicly praised her steadfastness. With the arcane faction eliminated and most of the natural demigods kneeling, Tyrande was able to come to power as the high priestess.
Okay, now everything is messed up!
Even if the goddess Elune saved Tyrande, no one would release Tyrande!
While Duke was thinking about it, the devil Oreses came up and added fuel to the fire: "Hey, Infernal Affairs! Does this woman like it or not? Give us sisters a word."
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Duke decided to act tough. He swept his domineering eyes around and sneered softly: "Since no one can handle it, let the twins handle it."
Most of those who stayed here were mid-level or low-level lords. Since Duke, a high-level Void Lord, had spoken, they certainly didn't dare to have any opinions.
At this time, Queen Sarolas smiled evilly and said, "Speaking of which, Your Excellency the Grand Lord, this job is a private matter!"
Duke firmly believed that Elune would definitely protect Tyrande, so he didn't hesitate to show off to the end. He turned around and walked away. As he left, he said, "Hey! It's obvious that no one can do anything to this woman unless the three giants of the Burning Legion take action. Well, I bet you can't do it with two thousand top-level fel crystals. If you really can't do anything to her, just throw her to the highest-level prison and keep her imprisoned for now."
Over there, Tyrande was tormented by a group of Void Lords, but she still stubbornly tried to stand up, staring at Duke's back.
She didn't understand the Eredar language, but she instinctively felt that this group of extremely evil and brutal lords seemed to be using her as a bet.
Two pairs of hooves, one purple and one crimson, in the style of Eredar demons, stood in front of Tyrande. Tyrande raised her head and looked at the two delicate and beautiful faces full of ridicule and malice, and felt like vomiting.
She wanted very much to turn her angry gaze into the arrows of the Moon Goddess and shoot the two evil female demons to death. Unfortunately, her power was completely sealed, and she had difficulty even moving a finger.
"Come on, my beauty! I will teach you how to be a qualified slave girl!" Oreses spoke in the very standard Kaldorei language.
"Hmph! Don't dream on your own! I will never surrender!" Tyrande's voice was sonorous and powerful.
"That's not necessarily true." Queen Sarolas continued to laugh evilly.
Facing those evil eyes filled with absolute confidence, Tyrande couldn't help but feel a palpitation: "The great moon goddess Elune will definitely protect me!"
As if in response to her oath, the faint white light around Tyrande seemed to become brighter.
Suddenly, the twins held up Tyrande's arms, one on the left and one on the right, and lifted her up.
"Let's go, beauty!"
"Let us tell you..."
At first, each of them said one sentence, but in the end, both of them said at the same time: "There are many places in this world that the moon cannot shine on!"
Tyrande felt her heart beating wildly. For the first time in her life, she realized that anxiety and hesitation could also devour her heart...
It was late at night. Duke had a side hall in the magnificent Forbidden Palace of Azshara. Archimonde came and went, and the upper elves received benefits. Queen Azshara almost wanted to give her main hall to Duke.
Duke really couldn't sleep at this time.
According to the script, everything would be settled once Illidan pretended to surrender to Sargeras and stole the Demon Soul.
Why did Tyrande come up with such a mess?
Duke's face was full of gloom.
Damn, Elune, you have to be strong! She is your high priestess, the one you personally selected! If you don't protect her, how can you count on me, an outsider?
In the end, this is all Nozdormu's fault! Damn it! If you didn't throw me into the Twisting Nether, and let me be a righteous hero following the historical script, and just go through the motions, it would be good for you, me, and everyone else! Wouldn't that make everyone happy?
Speaking of which, I feel uneasy tonight, something big must have happened!
No, I need to confirm the Road of escape.
While Duke was daydreaming, in fact, in the long river of history, Nozdormu, who was cursed by Duke, had actually been working.
An ancient power violently impacted Nozdormu's dragon body.
The time dragon body can easily cross time and the void, but at this moment it has a horrible premonition that it is about to be torn into pieces.
Driven by a primitive and uncontrollable mysterious force, the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind were spinning wildly around him.
Not to mention going forward to the time point of the ancient war ten thousand years ago, even if he forced himself to stay where he was, at this node of more than 9,000 years, he had a premonition that his life would be in danger at any time.
The mysterious power ahead was becoming more and more terrifying. Nozdormu estimated that even if he held on, he would not be able to survive until the War of the Ancients.
Nozdormu sighed and suddenly blew out a small breath of dragon's breath forward.
After the spray, the huge Time Dragon King seemed to be pulled by something and suddenly dragged back to the Dark Gate fifteen years ago...
This strange dragon breath, like a tiny flying arrow, easily passed through thousands of blurry scenes, passed by all things in the world, suddenly passed through the barrier of time and space, and appeared silently behind Duke.
Originally, the situation in the next moment should be the power of time that condensed a large number of historical fragments, endlessly impacting Duke's sensory palace.
Nozdormu would never know that in order to prevent Duke from falling directly from fear or confusion, he set up several layers of mental barriers. All inquiries had to be filtered by the system elves before they could be transmitted to Duke's perception.
As a result, Duke had no idea what was going on.
At this moment, Duke was surprised to find that the door of his bedroom was pushed open with a creaky sound.
Tyrande flashed in, wearing a long white nightgown, without a trace of the power of the moon goddess on her body.
Duke... was stunned!