Whip? Wax dripping? Yamete?
It sounds so scary!
Duke's face fell. "Well...if you are a demon from the Burning Legion, then my crime of slaughtering five billion of your compatriots is indeed unforgivable. But...could you please not use a set of outdated torture instruments that have not been used for hundreds of years to pretend to be a demon from the evil camp in such a place with birds singing and flowers blooming? Really...you don't look like one at all!"
Suddenly, there was another whip, and this time it brushed past Duke's cheek with incredible precision, and the strong wind it brought made Duke's face sting.
"I didn't ask you about the Burning Legion!" the woman was full of anger.
"Not business? Then... Tyrande, is that you?" If Duke still owed someone anything, it must be Tyrande. After all, whether it was intentional or helpless, he committed evil in the War of the Ancients and then left her for ten thousand years!
"Oh! You still know that!" As if adding fuel to the fire, the woman's voice suddenly rose an octave. In her rage, she finally revealed her true voice.
Everyone has their own unique way of speaking. Tyrande prays all year round, and even when she is angry, she doesn't sound angry. Instead, her voice has a sacredness that only the priestess of the Temple of the Moon can have.
Duke didn't hesitate any longer and used his ultimate move directly.
He did something she absolutely didn't expect - he used his muscle strength and very manly broke the two shackles on his wrists that had long been rusty and brittle. The next moment, he followed the sound and hugged the beautiful woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry... Tyrande..." Duke hadn't finished speaking when he instinctively felt that the woman in his arms was not Tyrande. The altitude of the mountains was completely wrong! You know, Duke had estimated Tyrande's size before traveling through time. She hadn't weakened at all in these ten thousand years!
Okay, now comes the bad question - who is she?
At this moment, Duke clearly felt the malice from the goddess of fate.
As the black cloth in front of his eyes slid down, Duke saw clearly that he was hugging a priestess with green hair. Less than five meters in front of him, the real owner, Tyrande, pushed the door open angrily and saw the scene perfectly.
Such a bloody scene, who dares to tell me that no one deliberately arranged it? I, Duke, will be the first one not to believe it!
but...
Tyrande was furious as expected!
"Go to hell! Duke--"
Tyrande simply raised her hands high and used her ultimate skill Falling Stars!
Duke's face froze.
What happened to Tyrande during these ten thousand years? Why did she accumulate so much resentment? Duke had no idea of the answers to these questions.
He only knew that things were getting serious.
The thick clouds in the sky were suddenly swept away by a huge meteorite, which fell down with a scream that symbolized death.
It was a meteorite the size of a carriage. Only Tyrande, the high priestess of the Moon Goddess, had the ability to accurately use the power of Elune to make the meteorite fall in space and hit Duke.
The blue beam firmly locked on Duke's forehead was the best guide.
Under the power of the Moon Goddess, the meteorite accelerated and accelerated again! It took less than three seconds from breaking through the clouds to hitting Duke's head.
Perhaps, Duke could choose to dodge, or use his powerful Sun-level magic power to release magic to fight back, or at worst he could use an Ice Barrier to take the blow.
Duke did not.
Duke's heart suddenly ached because he saw the anger written all over that beautiful face that seemed to have been separated for only half a day.
Tyrande's story is also recorded in the original history.
In the original timeline, she was also captured by Xavius, but without the advice of the twins, not even Archimonde could do anything to Tyrande under the power of Elune.
Even so, many night elves were unhappy with Tyrande, believing that she had already surrendered. No! In fact, being captured was a shame in itself.
Rumors abounded:
They said that Tyrande had been corrupted by demons and had lost her purity, so she was not qualified to be the high priestess of Elune.
It is also said that Tyrande had actually betrayed her compatriots just like Queen Azshara, but there is no evidence.
There is also a saying that Tyrande instructed Malfurion to show favoritism and save Illidan, who should have been sentenced to death.
In the original history, Tyrande was already so sad.
Now that Duke was a living witness, he could fully imagine what kind of infamy Tyrande had endured in the past ten thousand years - such as being mean, indulging in desire, and abandoning her Stormrage brothers...
Duke silently sensed the meteorite falling from the sky. When the death that fell from the sky shattered the roof and was about to fall on his head, Duke still made a heavy decision -
It seems... it's been a while since I last hung up.
Then just hang up once. I owe you this.
An Arcane Strike with only impact force pushed the woman in his arms away. Duke raised his head 45 degrees to the sky, with a faint smile on his face and opened his arms.
Accompanying that resigned expression was the tear that flowed from his left eye.
When the meteorite was less than one meter away from Duke's head, Duke's attractive mouth silently lip-synced three words: "Yes! No! Sorry!"
Then, Duke calmly closed his eyes and waited for death to come...
"call!"
Very suddenly, the sound of destruction stopped.
The world, which was once extremely noisy, seemed to have been wiped out of all sound at once by the intervention of the gods.
Death did not come as expected.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds!
When Duke couldn't help but open his eyes again, he saw an extremely shocking scene - the meteorite that seemed to be able to penetrate a mountain stopped less than ten centimeters away from his head.
A bright white light enveloped the entire meteorite, preventing it from falling any further.
The next moment, a head of long blue hair with a hint of silver filled Duke's entire field of vision.
Duke had no time to react at all as his lips were occupied in an extremely domineering manner. Under the powerful impact from the front, Duke fell backwards and was dizzy.
"Hmm…Hmm…Hmm—"
The familiar deep kiss, the familiar touch of the mountains, yes, it was definitely Tyrande!
Duke was a little confused, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the favor of the beauty.
How long did you kiss?
Almost to the point of suffocation.
It was not until this moment that Tyrande reluctantly raised her head and looked at the silver thread connecting their lips. Tyrande's face suddenly turned red at this moment.
"Bastard! Why don't you hide?" Tyrande cursed.