Chapter 1189: Silithus

Countless yellow sands, endless winds.
Standing on the top of a sandstone in Silithus, Tyrande, standing next to Duke, gathered his long dark blue hair. That's why, it still can't stop the wind from blowing the long hair like a wind. Flowing like wicker.
The strands of silver hair on the forehead added a bit of mystery to the blue hair.
At this time, Gavin Rade came to Duke, and shook his tail. "Boss, if I liberate the poor Prince of the Wind, will he give me the artifact sword reward?" ? "
Although Duke wanted to say ‘yes’, unfortunately he knew what would happen next.
"A lonely and painful soul was imprisoned for 25,000 years. No one knows what will happen during this. This is why I want to gather so many strong people, just in case."
Feeling the dignity in Duke's discourse, Gavenlad realized that what happened next might not be so beautiful: "Uh, well, if this is my destiny, I will accept it!"
From jumping lightly to seriousness, Gavin Rade's conversion is so skilled, sure enough, Rao, the seemingly least reliable Gavin Rand, also matured!
Gavenlad turned and ran to get ready.
Suddenly Tyrande's hand secretly held Duke's hand.
"Sorry, Duke, I suddenly thought of Illidan."
It is the same with deep affection, it seems that Illidan and Prince Sunderland have nothing to end!
One was imprisoned for 10,000 years, and then fell into magic.
One closed for 25,000 years and finally
Tyrande didn't dare to imagine it because he was afraid of touching the scene.
I once used myself as a sacrifice and burned myself with Duke in a self-abusive manner, but suddenly found that the situation was reversed. The deepest evil is probably the greatest light. When I finally thought that we would win, we could enjoy this legend Happiness of color also found that they had to face a 10,000-year separation.
If there weren't that busy intra-ethnic affairs, maybe she would have gone crazy.
She really didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Sunderland, who had been so passionate.
"Duke! Hold me," Tyrande muttered.
This has nothing to do with desire, it is purely a spiritual need.
Duke took out the illusion of him and Tyrande, and then gently clasped the high priest who was always strong and holy on the surface, inhumane fireworks, gently moisturizing her with lips as if in a wind. A fragile candle-like heart.
a long time.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Well." Tyrande nodded. "But please don't leave us anymore. I hope you remember that you are not fighting alone."
When Duke walked down with Tyrande, he unknowingly caught up with a large number of queens: Sylvanas, Kalya, Ilucia, Jaina, and Windrunner's eldest sister. And three sisters.
Perhaps with all kinds of careful thinking, obviously, everyone has the same goal for the future of the alliance, and for the future of everyone
In the specially selected open plains, the worm-shaped monsters originally wandering here have been cleaned up by the league's professional team long ago.
Ten miles away, no one except the Alliance's strong group.
Duke nodded to Gavenlad.
When Gavenlad took the left and right halves of the Imprisoned Skull of the Windseeker and the essence of the Lord of the Flames from the Ragnaros avatar, he walked to the old human demitrian who believed in Prince Sunderland As he approached, Demetien was in tears.
The gray-haired human fanatic fell to his knees and couldn't cry.
"Ah! You have recovered the owner's cage!"
"I have been looking forward to this day for many generations. My wish can finally be realized."
"You must liberate my master! Now! Immediately!"
Demetien's ecstasy contrasted sharply with the faint indifference of the powerhouses around him.
Duke was awesome. Duke made it clear that everyone was ready to fight, and that battle would definitely not run away.
Especially when Feathermoon General Shantis secretly told Illidan's story to everyone, there was no hope for Prince Sunderland.
The group watched calmly. Demetien, a fanatic who worshipped wind elements, chanted mantras that outsiders didn't understand, and easily caused the atmosphere to shake.
"Oh!" It seemed as if a big bomb had exploded less than three meters above Demtiern.
The rising soot spreads like a shock wave with the wind.
"嘭" is another shock wave. If the spatter kills hit people's eyes, it can definitely make people blind.
Here is the bull who can easily kill even Feiya in the heyday.
Especially the heavily armed soldiers and paladins standing in the front row, as long as they are careful not to let the stones hit the eyes, ordinary flying stones cannot hurt them at all.
Several thieves and rangers are even exaggerated. Under the high agility and dynamic vision, most of them are daggers waving, and they easily fly the shot stones to protect the last row of treatment groups.
Duke didn't open the ice shield, calmly watching the airflow in the air whirl around rapidly, forming a huge half-human figure.
Prince Sunderland appeared. He had a white glowing body, a round tornado in the lower body, and a standard human figure in the upper body.
The solid armor wrapped his huge body, the four fang-like spikes pointing straight to the sky on the shoulder armor were very eye-catching, and two overlapping petal-shaped armors protected his shoulders well. The silver-white arm armor Fluctuations exuding powerful wind elements.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am almost ten-floor tall, Wind Prince almost slashed his fanatic, Demetien.
"when!"
A huge metal clash almost broke the ear drums of everyone around.
Inheriting Mogleni's Ashbringer, Tirion Fortin, for the first time today, wielded the first strike with this Excalibur that already belonged to him.
The dazzling golden light was comparable to the wind of the Wind Prince who had been imprisoned for 25,000 years.
In the distance, two armored figures looked at the scene, and suddenly one of them was sentimental. His two lines of old tears fell down, and he murmured: "Sure enough, it was right to give Tirion."
The other patted him on the shoulder: "Alexandros, we are all old, it is time to give the burden to the next generation. Before the last moment of the world's demise, no one of us old men will play. "
"Well! We should learn what Lothar was like. If we don't dominate the position, it will only hinder the growth of the next generation."
No one expected that after today, the two Marshals of the league, Mogleni and Abidis, announced the surrender of their military powers at the same time and went to the logistics department to train recruits. The Scarlet Crusade is taken over by Saidan Dasuohan. The military power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was handed over to Tirion Fortin. (.)