Duke looked up and looked directly at Elune: "First, please help me remove the toxins in my body and the remaining pollutants in my soul."
Fel! Darkness! The Seven Deadly Sins!
Neither of them is a simple thing.
These powers are like drugs, don't expect any good outcome if you get addicted. Especially the impurities in the soul, if you can't remove them, you will only fall into complete destruction and depravity without knowing it.
Duke doesn't want to end up being a villain. After all, he has blocked the path to the Burning Legion with his own hands. Being a villain will not end well in Azeroth!
An expression of relief appeared on the blurry face of Goddess Elune.
The next second, a miracle descended from the sky.
Countless night elves saw the bright moonlight descending in the daytime, and they all knelt down to worship, praising the name of the goddess Elune.
The soft moonlight seeped into Duke's skin, entered his body through the 100,000 pores all over his body, and gathered in his meridians, forming a seemingly gentle but actually turbulent current, which began to wash away the debris and evil substances in Duke's body.
"Ugh!" Duke suddenly made a retching motion.
Tyrande was quick-witted and quickly took the silver basin held by the statue in the hall and placed it in front of Duke.
Duke could no longer control himself and vomited.
"Ugh!" It felt like vomiting sesame paste. Not just from the mouth, but also from the nose and eye sockets, there was black stuff coming out.
That suffocating feeling is a hundred times worse than vomiting after drinking.
Duke knelt down on the spot. Tyrande supported the basin with one hand and gently patted Duke's back with the other hand to make him feel more comfortable.
It was a terrible feeling.
It's not just the body that is hollowed out, it's the very bone marrow that is being hollowed out, pulling out all the evil impurities lurking in the bone marrow and the soul.
It felt very painful, but after extracting the dark matter, I immediately felt as if my bones were lighter and I felt like I was floating in the air.
Elune smiled and said, "Go down and rest for a night. Tomorrow I will help you transform the dark power in your body into the power of shadow."
Although darkness and shadow seem similar, they are actually completely different in nature.
Darkness symbolizes evil and destruction.
Shadow is merely a byproduct of light. Where there is light, there is shadow. Where there is day, there is night. Even the power of Elune, the goddess of the moon, is essentially shadow.
Because moonlight is merely the refraction of sunlight in the darkness.
Duke, who finally finished vomiting, gasped and said, "Thank you very much."
Duke was helped down by Tyrande to rest.
When Duke came to his senses, he found himself in Tyrande's boudoir.
Looking around, it was simple and tidy. Except for the totem of Elune, everywhere was filled with the atmosphere of books.
Tyrande fetched a dish of water, stripped Duke of his clothes, and used water and cleansing spells to clean the stains on Duke's face and body. For convenience, she even took off her own priest robes.
Duke suddenly asked, "Will anyone gossip in your room? After all, you are the high priest..."
Tyrande's smooth face, which always exuded a holy aura, was filled with a faint smile: "You speak as if you have never done anything to me."
"Well!"
The air suddenly fell into the most painful silence for Duke.
He suddenly smiled bitterly. Although Duke had noticed something strange about Tyrande before the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, she did not choose Malfurion as the original history said. Instead, she maintained a strange relationship with the Stormrage brothers that was more than friends but less than lovers.
But Duke never expected that he would be so thorough, completely wiped out, and didn't give Brother Stormrage any chance! He didn't know why Tyrande 10,000 years later was hostile to him, and he didn't know if what he was doing now was what he had done to Tyrande at that point in time 10,000 years later.
Anyway, it has become a bad debt now.
well!
Before, when I was a traitor, I would be exposed at any minute, and I didn't have the energy to imagine how to deal with each other in the future. Now that the Burning Legion has been dealt with, when the tension and fear have subsided, how to deal with the relationship with Tyrande has become a huge problem.
According to the agreement with Nozdormu, as long as the Burning Legion was repelled as in history, he would activate the time teleportation within three days and send those surviving travelers back to ten thousand years later.
"Don't even think about bringing back any living creatures!" Nozdormu repeatedly emphasized before leaving.
Duke bared his teeth—what should he do?
Just as Duke was daydreaming, he suddenly felt a sour sensation.
"Uh..." Duke was surprised to find that Tyrande had actually begun to attack him: "No! Not here..."
"Why?" Below, Tyrande looked up at Duke, with a charming blush on her holy face: "Asshole! Obviously I didn't want to learn all this, but you forced me to learn it. Now I am just giving back to you what you taught me. Teacher--"
The long tail sound is like the coquettish sound of a little girl, and it sounds soft and numb.
Duke's moral integrity was already running low. After hearing this, his brain went into a state of panic. Du grinned and started to turn defense into offense, climbing up Mount Hegar: "Haha! If I don't teach you a lesson, you might actually forget the days when you were dominated by my sword. Come on! Let's have a painful fight!"
"snort--"
Obviously, Tyrande sensed that Duke was about to leave, and she fought back fiercely, trying every possible way to counterattack. Unfortunately, she was still too young and was defeated by Duke's sword within 300 moves.
It was daybreak.
When Duke stood up, Tyrande had her back to him, but her shoulders were shaking.
"You're not going to say anything to me?"
"…"
"Can't you just give me a name and then leave?"
"…"
Duke didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he finally threw Nozdormu's warning into the twisting void: "If I continue to stay here, my body and soul will probably collapse."
The next second, Tyrande threw herself into Duke's arms, rubbing her tear-stained face against Duke's chest: "Will you come back?"
Duke couldn't bear it: "If you are willing to wait ten thousand years..."
After Duke finished speaking, everyone thought it was a shameful joke.
Time and distance are the most terrible poisons in the world of love.
Before he traveled through time, he had seen countless couples break up within less than a month of being apart.
Besides, the relationship between him and Tyrande was not based on pure love. He didn't know what Tyrande thought of him ten thousand years later.
Is it enlightenment?
Is it love that turns into hate?
Are you full of resentment?
Or something else, he couldn't possibly guess.