After returning, Duke had a lot to do. He should have returned to Stormwind immediately, but he owed Tyrande too much. He could only yield to Tyrande's sad eyes and agree to stay a few more days.
Because after the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Malfurion entered the Emerald Dream again, and Fandral Staghelm had just successfully advocated the planting of a new World Tree, Teldrassil. Although the Dragon Kings refused to bless the night elves with eternal life, the night elves firmly believed that the World Tree was everything, and at this moment they were extremely praising Fandral.
Tyrande did not get involved with the popular Fandral, but instead gave up some secular power. Duke asked around and felt that there was no problem.
The leader of the Sentinels is now Shandris Feathermoon, Tyrande's adopted daughter. In other words, Tyrande, who holds both military and divine power, is not in any danger in terms of the regime.
But speaking of which...
"Daughter... I almost thought Shandris was our daughter." Duke spoke casually, but in fact he felt a little regretful in his heart.
Before he knew it, 20 years had passed. Although his body was eternal, Duke still felt it was strange that no one had died. If it was just a woman, he might have been able to pass the blame...
"It's not that easy." Tyrande, who had just finished a great battle not long ago, smiled with a unique sense of satisfaction: "Do you think I didn't want to give birth to a child for you? With a child, I wouldn't have to be so lonely for the past ten thousand years. Unfortunately, the goddess Elune told me not to think about it before I reach the level of a demigod."
"Ah!" Duke cried out: "What!?"
"Didn't the goddess repair your soul and expel the dark forces after the War of the Ancients?"
"Yeah. That's right."
"After that time, the goddess looked back and sighed. It was the first time she saw such a special soul." Tyrande sighed with great regret.
"Special? How special?"
"The souls of other creatures are fixed. Unless they encounter a fortuitous encounter, their soul capacity will only decrease most of the time. But your soul seems to be able to increase or decrease at will. As long as your soul core is not damaged, you seem to be able to revive after death like a demigod... Yes! A mortal who can have the opportunity to revive after death like a demigod."
Duke's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly smiled bitterly - he didn't expect it to be like this. His biggest secret happened to come from his most special soul.
"You have such a soul, which is a gift from heaven for practicing magic. The fact that you have reached the Sunrise level at this age also proves this point. But..." Tyrande touched her flat belly through the smooth mooncloth priest skirt: "A woman's belly can give birth to life, but the soul seeds of both parents must be combined into one and planted inside, so that a complete new life can be born."
Duke was stunned.
"Whether it's me or your lovers I met before, our souls are strong. But unfortunately, they are not enough to withstand your soul seed. So, I am willing to be your lover, not your wife." Having said that, Tyrande hugged Duke gently.
"Is that so...?" Duke was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.
There was a faint bitter smile on Tyrande's holy face: "Of course it is true. Didn't you see that our goddess had to commit herself to Lord Malorne? Only the strongest demigod can barely become the partner of a true god. The goddess forced herself to suppress her own power and gave birth to the demigod Cenarius. On the other hand, if you can become a demigod, perhaps you can control and suppress your own soul power and give us a child."
Duke's heart was in turmoil. How could such a thing happen?
It's very mysterious and ridiculous, but Duke has a hunch that it's all true.
Duke secretly asked the system AI, and got a nearly unanimous feeling: "I'm sorry, since you were promoted to a Grand Magus-level mage, your soul power has far exceeded that of women in the hero field. I have to privately prohibit the leakage of your soul power, otherwise every time your sword is used, it will be equivalent to instantly giving the opponent 100 Grand Magus-level, oh, now Antonidas-level Mind Blast! If you want to kill someone, I can also help you open the soul valve."
"…"
Duke was helpless about this. But deep down, he didn't want to give birth to a child like Elune did. Which father doesn't want his offspring to be better than him?
Look! Demigod Cenarius, sounds cool, doesn't it?
Ye Hou killed him with just one axe!
In the War of the Ancients, there were a bunch of boar gods and bear monster gods. Although they were not as weak as slag, they were still not very powerful! They were almost wiped out by the Burning Legion in its prime.
Thinking of this, Duke exhaled a breath of foul air - it seems that he must quickly surpass the Sunrise level and become a demigod. When he reaches the demigod level, he will at least become an immortal in the true sense of the word.
For example, after Malorne, the White Stag, died in the War of the Ancients, Elune didn't even cry, because Malorne never really died!
Another example is Medivh, who was said to have died in Karazhan. When the Scourge came, his mother took action, and Nima immediately believed that Chun Ge was resurrected on the spot.
"Pursuing immortality? It seems that I have always been a vulgar person." As Duke was mocking himself, he suddenly sensed waves of space coming.
Tyrande's expression suddenly turned gloomy. "Your lovers really have people watching me 24 hours a day! I wanted to keep you to myself for a few more days."
Duke held his forehead and thought: They have given you a lot of face. Otherwise, they would have come to kill you immediately. How could they wait for more than a day? You made such a big noise like "Starfall", how could you hide it from them?
On December 25, 20th year of the Dark Portal, several Alliance queens and important figures suddenly made a surprise visit to Teldrassil.
Watching Shandris stutteringly as she delivered the message about the sudden arrival of several Alliance queens, Tyrande gracefully let go of Duke's hand, straightened her clothes, and smiled, "Please invite them in."
The door opened, and Sylvanas, who was the most impatient, rushed in first, pushed Duke down, and kissed him madly.
Ilucia and the others gently surrounded Duke, waiting for Sylvanas to vent her emotions before going up.
Only Alleria came over generously and extended her right hand to Tyrande: "Should I say, welcome to join?"
Tyrande smiled and said, "It's a terrible thing to travel through history, but this is also good. At least according to the calendar, I am Duke's first woman."
Alleria rolled her eyes.