Outside the side hall where Duke once lived, the wind was howling and the thunder was roaring.
However, the side hall, which had long ago been secretly solidified by someone with a magic circle, looked like the only safe island in the desperate vortex of the Well of Eternity.
Since he came to this world, Duke has never had the opportunity to go to places other than the Twisting Nether and Azshara. He is no longer a mage, so he can only use the space magic circle prepared by the Eredar warlock to teleport. He has no choice but to set the space coordinates here.
But Duke never thought that this elf maid who had been packed up by the queen and could be stripped naked with just a little finger would appear here at such a moment.
It was hard to describe Celia's current look.
Is it guilt?
Is it fear?
Is it the desire for redemption?
Or ask for mercy?
I don't know, maybe every kind of emotion is there, all mixed up in those extremely contradictory eyes.
Although it was very noisy around them, Celia could hear clearly a sigh coming from Duke's lips.
"well--"
An invisible and intangible barrier appeared between each other's hearts.
No words were spoken, but Duke's eyes said it all - I gave you a chance!
right!
Duke had tried to test the waters. If the woman he named Celestia could keep every secret of his, he would at most let Queen Azshara know the pitfalls of the Old Gods through other channels. Unfortunately, Celestia always acted as a traitor here, just like he did in the Burning Legion.
Duke was not a heartless person. If he abandoned her like this, he would not be able to forgive himself. Because Celia had served him and Tyrande attentively, Duke taught her many things, such as the creation of magic circuits, the use of natural magic, and several inconspicuous but soon very important magics to her.
However, that's the limit.
Seeing Duke, who no longer had any dark aura but instead was emitting bursts of soft golden light, returning with Tyrande in his arms at this time, even if Celia was stupid, she would understand that Duke was actually on the side of the coalition.
His whole body was shaking violently, and his mouth moved for a long time but he couldn't utter a word, but the pleading in his eyes became even stronger.
"Sure..." Celia wanted to kneel down and beg Duke to take her with him.
Duke shook his head decisively: "Everyone must be responsible for their own actions. No matter who I am, since you chose to be loyal to your queen, instead of being loyal to me only from that moment on as you swore, the result is doomed."
Without paying any more attention to Celia who was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her face, Duke took Tyrande and slowly walked up to the second-floor terrace of the side hall.
Suddenly, Celia's voice came from behind Duke: "If fate allows me to choose again, I choose you, will you accept me?"
Duke paused.
As a time traveler, he knew exactly what would happen next. Was it fate? Was it a strange coincidence? Or was it just a bad taste?
Duke himself didn't even know why he did this. He smiled, and his smile was full of mystery and a strange certainty that could penetrate Celia's soul: "Do you remember the first magic I taught you?"
Celia, who was already in despair, seemed to have found a life-saving straw that belonged only to her at the most desperate moment. She suddenly looked up and nodded desperately.
Those bright eyes were filled with tears, and it was unclear whether they were filled with regret, desire for redemption, or both.
Duke said leiSuraely: "Not everyone is qualified to stand by my side. At the beginning, I entered the Burning Legion as a traitor with the determination to endure the torture of my soul for ten thousand years. If you also have this courage and perseverance, when we meet again, I will accept you as my maid!"
Duke left, and left in style.
Not a cloud was taken away, and a poor maid was left behind.
I don't know if this will become a bad relationship, but at least Duke has no regrets.
He didn't owe Celia anything.
Walking onto the terrace, one could hear deafening rumbling sounds all around. Not to mention Tyrande, even Duke felt a little scared.
"Look!" Tyrande put her mouth close to his ear and shouted, "Azshara!"
They looked into the distance together... What they saw was an extremely horrifying scene. The ground of the city of Azshara had been split in two.
The core part of the city has fallen into a huge canyon that is at least several kilometers deep. The entire inner city began to slide towards the Well of Eternity, and the city was surrounded by water on all sides.
And within the field of vision, only by craning your neck to the highest point can you see the huge waterfall that seems to have reached the sky.
right!
The city of Azshara is already in the middle of a massive ocean vortex.
The Well of Eternity was dragging the nearby ground towards its deep hole, as if it was going to swallow up all of Kalimdor. The city of Azshara was now floating on the black water, and the isolated island was floating up and down like other debris on the water.
Ironically, the elves' palace still stands there, almost intact.
As Azshara neared the center of the vortex, ominous lightning flashed frequently around the city. Unlike most things that left Kalimdor, Azshara rushed straight to the center of the lake.
Duke felt Tyrande's hands gripping him tighter, and she hugged his waist tightly, as if she wanted to merge her soft yet elastic body into Duke's.
Duke wasn't worried about his safety.
He was radiating pure golden holy light, as dazzling as a beacon in the dark night. No matter what the reason, as long as the bigwigs of Azeroth were still eager to know what happened to the twisting void, they would never let Duke die easily.
What's more, the person he was holding was the high priest of Elune, the goddess of the moon!
There was no need to call for help. Four huge figures of different colors rushed out from the clouds at high speed and fell straight down.
Rapid descent from high altitude and rapid hovering, the flying skills of the Dragon Kings are so amazing.
Alexstrasza, Malygos, Ysera, and Nozdormu, the four dragon kings all surrounded this side hall next to the Forbidden Palace of Azshara.
The Red Dragon Queen stretched out her slender dragon neck and said, "There's no time! Ride on me!"
Duke smiled, hugged Tyrande, turned over and rode on the back of the most noble dragon queen in the world of Azeroth.
The strong wind caused by the flapping of the wings of the four-colored dragon kings even swept away the ominous storms and thunder and lightning around them. The lonely figure of Celia was still standing at the stairs, watching Duke climbing up rapidly with the dragon kings, turning into a small dot and completely disappearing from her sight.