Moonlight Holy Grail This thing is not very famous among players, but that's not the point.
The point is, you only need to know that this thing comes from Sargeras. In later generations, it will be taken into the Tomb of Sargeras and can only be obtained from the boss Moon Sisters.
Essentially, this is an accessory specifically for healing, but after being personally adjusted by the Moon Goddess Elune, its properties have changed significantly.
The basic attribute of the entire accessory is the addition of intelligence, but it is an insanely high intelligence bonus.
How high?
For a Archmage Mage, it is only about 1,000 floors high.
Even Duke, the great mage of Antonidas, who was raised to the third-class Antonidas after enjoying the extra bonus of magic circuits, is still not at the top.
Duke absolutely believed that this thing, which was supposed to be released at least after the seventh version of the game, would definitely be able to support him until he reached the demigod level.
In addition to the intelligence bonus, the special effects of this Moonlight Holy Grail are also magical. When triggered, it actually gains magic haste during the day and spell critical strike at night.
It's really... an interesting piece of equipment.
Duke, who had originally come to the War of the Ancients thinking of working to repay his favors, was really overjoyed!
"Hahaha! Thank you, Goddess Elune! Thank you--" Duke bowed three times in a row, which was rare and very obedient.
Compared with leader Sa's big gift package, Kil'jaeden's gift can only be said to be mediocre and within expectations.
Even so, Duke finally managed to put together a complete set of scattered equipment that should have been at the level of the Sunwell Plateau in later generations. With Deathwing and Satan's Moonlight Chalice in some positions, he was fully armed.
Of course, Duke would not neglect Tyrande and also gave her a set of priest outfit. Those who step into the hero field are all awesome, just like Tyrande, who is both a huntress and a priest (priest). In theory, she can wear mail armor like a hunter, but considering that her most lethal trick is still divine magic, her outfit tends to be cloth armor.
In the War of the Ancients, many demon lords were killed, but unfortunately, all of them were fattened up in Mount Hyjal, and they basically looked down upon them. As a result, only Krasus changed his equipment. The problem is that he is essentially a dragon! Dragons are the species that least need equipment, and their own scales, claws, and dragon breath are their strongest weapons.
On the third day after the end of the Ancient War, it was finally time to say goodbye.
Whether it was Rhonin, Krasus, Grom, Vanessa, or Duke himself, they all felt a trance.
Not tolerated in the world!
Does not exist in this world!
The world was rejecting Duke and his friends, rejecting them. The inexplicable feeling of the heaven and earth pressing down on them made it hard for them to breathe.
On the terrace of the Temple of Elune, Elune's avatar led a group of demigods including Ysera, while Tyrande brought a group of mortal warriors including Malfurion, staring at Duke and the other five.
The time they spent together was short, but everyone knew that without these powerful helpers from the mysterious and distant place, this earth-shaking battle would most likely end with the Burning Legion's complete victory.
Especially this mysterious Duke, as the core of the six-member group, he did not hesitate to defile himself to join the Burning Legion, reverse the portal, destroy the void fortress in the twisting void, and completely kill billions of demons. This feat laid the foundation for peace in Azeroth for at least ten thousand years in the future!
To this day, no one asks where this group of six came from.
It is enough to understand that we all have a common goal - the Burning Legion.
Blurred rays of light began to appear on the remaining five people, as if a mysterious existence had used an eraser that could erase everything in the world to gently erase their majestic figures. Starting from their hands and feet, the phenomenon of dissociation slowly began to appear.
Alexstrasza and Ysera looked at Nozdormu at the same time, who remained silent, as if they had seen through everything.
Tyrande stood at the front of the team, with her fingers clasped together and placed between the two peaks of Hyjal. Only in this way could she feel her own intense heartbeat through her fingers.
In the past two days, she had spent almost every minute and every second with Duke, completely ignoring everything else around her, including the gazes of the Stormrage brothers.
Before this final moment arrives, everything that needs to be said has been said, and everything that needs to be done has been done.
She didn't want to say goodbye. Even though she knew the result couldn't be changed, she still couldn't control her emotions.
At this time, the incarnation of Elune gently pushed Tyrande and said, "Go! My child."
Without hesitation, Tyrande leaped forward, but when her open arms crossed, all she could see was an illusion. The last thing she saw was a face with a wry smile that was only visible to her, without disguise.
Oh! This is Duke's true appearance!
It's not as bad as I imagined, and he's not very handsome either, but... it's very much your style!
Tyrande knelt on the ground, her whole body filled with melancholy and reluctance.
At some point, everyone had dispersed. Even if the Stormrage brothers were still hesitant, they only looked at Tyrande's back a few times, which seemed to be shaking with sobs, and then left with a long sigh.
On the terrace, only she and the avatar of Elune were left.
"Child! Have you thought it through? This is a long ten thousand years of loneliness... As long as you are willing to turn back..."
Tyrande stood up suddenly.
The wind blew her blue hair, and she gently gathered it with her fingers. Feeling the breath of fate flowing in the long wind, her narrow and elegant silver eyes seemed to travel through time and space, and saw ten thousand years later...
Tyrande suddenly smiled carefreely: "Perhaps, my first encounter with him was definitely a prank by the goddess of fate. However, don't you think that exchanging my ten thousand years of loneliness for ten thousand years of peace in Azeroth is really a good deal?"
"child..."
Tyrande suddenly looked back, with an extremely firm expression on her beautiful face: "At first I was indeed helpless, but later, that was my choice! Since I chose a great hero who was capable of fighting against the Burning Legion... Humph! A mere ten thousand years is no problem!"
Are you angry?
Is it self-deprecation?
Is it persistence?
Or paranoia?
Not to mention Elune, even Tyrande herself didn't know if she could really hold on to this slightly twisted emotion for ten thousand years...
On the other side, Duke returned, also with melancholy.
Perhaps, the history after the War of the Ancients will develop in the same way as the original game. For example, Illidan will build the Well of Eternity again, and then the World Tree Nordrassil will be planted, followed by the reproduction and revenge of the Naga...
But Duke had something else in mind.
The figures of the five people turned into flowing light and shuttled through the long river of history at high speed. At this moment, a bronze light suddenly hit Duke.
This scene was so incredible, just like an archer who shot an arrow from the opposite side before arriving first.
That bronze light suddenly knocked Duke out of his fixed space-time orbit.