Compared to the thousands of years of relationship between Duke and the Stormrage brothers, the short period of more than a month between Duke and Tyrande was just a moment.
Just because of this moment, he expected Tyrande to wait for him for ten thousand years?
What is this?
He thought it was a miracle that Ilucia waited for him for ten years.
If miracles could happen randomly, they wouldn't be miracles.
Ten thousand years, even for the extremely long-lived night elves, is a lifetime for most elves. Duke couldn't spoil the story by saying that you will get a new Well of Eternity next, and then the World Tree Nordrassil will keep you eternally young until the Battle of Mount Hyjal, right?
Ten thousand years, this sounds more like a farewell forever!
But Duke couldn't explain it!
No, in fact, Duke wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was blocked by an invisible force. After systematic analysis, he came to the conclusion that it was the power of time!
Fifteen years after the Dark Portal, has Nozdormu regained control of time and space?
Asshole! Why didn't you come earlier or later? Why did you come to cause trouble at this time?!
Duke is very angry.
Tears almost burst out from her eyes, and the drops gathered into a stream, sliding across her beautiful and holy face: "It's been a long time! More than 3.6 million lonely nights..."
Is it self-mockery? Is it a wry smile? Is it heartache? Or is it despair?
When Duke saw Tyrande's face, he felt heartbroken for the first time.
If he had lost the Windrunner sisters, Ilucia, or Jaina, this would probably be how he felt...
Suddenly smiled bitterly.
Duke decided to cheat. He first shook something, and Tyrande recognized that it was the thing Duke had asked for from Nozdormu.
Then it transformed itself into a shadow, stroking the white sheets as if caressing them accidentally. The black light did not disappear in an instant, but left behind an illusion of a black door that lasted for three seconds.
Finally, Duke shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
Tyrande was extremely surprised at first, but then she seemed to understand!
It was not known whether she really understood or only half-understood. Duke was greeted with kisses as wild as raindrops and a passion that was hotter than fire...
After the passion fades, the endless sorrow returns.
Tyrande seemed to be murmuring unconsciously: "You damned bastard, you made me like this. How can I live through ten thousand years alone... What if I suddenly miss you very much one day?"
I accidentally saw a few bananas on the fruit plate not far away.
Duke...his bad taste suddenly strikes again!
Huh!? Why is it the word '又'?
Well, please don't worry about this detail.
Duke pulled Duke's sword out of its scabbard and showed Tyrande a spell: "Okay, please be sure to learn this spell."
The magic was very simple, just a variant of the energy magic. Tyrande was now a combination of a priest and a hunter, so this level of magic was easy for her.
The key is the effect of this magic.
That bastard Duke instantly shaped the banana into the shape of Duke's sword!
Just use it as soon as you say it, and Tyrande will collapse on the spot.
"You...you...you..." He said the word 'you' three times and couldn't continue.
"Okay, my student, please study hard the most crucial magic that your teacher has taught you." Duke instructed earnestly.
"Woo…"
"First you have to restore its appearance!"
"…"
"Then there's its strength and toughness!"
"…"
"The last step is to restore its inner domineering qualities. Think about it! Those horrible days dominated by the magic sword!" Teacher Du sang loudly.
Tyrande's pretty face turned so red that blood almost dripped out.
but...
but...
But she still studied seriously under the coercion and persuasion of Duke.
After settling everything, Duke stood on the terrace, with a naughty face turned 45 degrees to the sky, leaving a crocodile tear of self-admiration.
Duke praised himself silently in his heart: "Ah! Don't blame me! If you want to blame someone, blame me as a restorer of history. I shoulder the heavy trust of Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, and must accurately restore history. Well! My last historical restoration task in this era Dried Banana has been completed."
Behind him, Tyrande seemed to sense something and roared, "Duke, you are a huge bastard—"
…
In the morning, I came to the Moon Temple again.
This time, Elune met Duke almost alone, with only Tyrande accompanying him.
The moon's light appeared again in the daytime, gently nourishing every magic circuit in Duke's body. After the dirt in his body was cleaned yesterday, he didn't feel it so obviously. Today, under the infusion of the power of the Moon Goddess, Duke was surprised to confirm that the curse that bastard Archimonde had given him was finally lifted!
Is it true that the curse of a demigod-level demon is best dealt with by a true god?
Duke raised his hand slightly, and dozens of elemental light balls flew out of his palm.
The three types of arcane energy balls, fire, frost and arcane, kept decomposing, combining, and decomposing again in mid-air. Duke's perfect control of elemental energy left Tyrande stunned.
"So you are a mage!?"
"Hahaha! Sorry, sorry! I was injured and cursed before. My magic circuits are in chaos and my magic ability is completely sealed. Thank you for the help of Goddess Elune. Without you, I might have to be a priest for the rest of my life."
"Hmph! Aren't priests good enough?" Tyrande was a little bit temperamental.
"Well, not really..."
Should I tell you that every nurse in my place has a heart for output?
Elune watched Tyrande, who was like her own child, flirting with Duke, and suddenly felt very comforted. If she had forced Tyrande to sacrifice herself that day and ended up with a bad result, she would never forgive herself.
In fact, at that time, she was also desperate, and almost in a fit of anger, she used her precious divine power to save Tyrande. Fortunately, this man named Duke appeared out of nowhere.
She knew a lot about Tyrande and Stormrage's affairs. But there was nothing she could do. This was the best outcome. It was just that Tyrande would suffer in the future...
Duke and Tyrande also realized that they had gone too far, so they made a fuss for a while before becoming serious again.
Elune continued: "Four of the items you received from Sargeras cannot be transformed. They will bring you the deepest corruption."
"Then please destroy them for me, goddess. It's just..." Duke was itching to get the equipment from Sir Sa, but most of it was unusable! ? Okay, I remember there were five boxes in total!
The vague incarnation of Elune smiled: "Fortunately! There is this one that best matches my attributes, and I can handle it for you."
When Duke saw that thing, his heart almost flew out of his chest with excitement.
Moonlight Holy Grail!