This is the belief that mortals yearn for the light!

The young man named Duke, his nation, and his companions, had come to the forefront of their time ahead of the time of the Soladin Great, who had been revered as sacred for 2,800 years because of his alliance with the High Elves to exterminate the trolls.

Magni sighed, "If the many creatures of Azeroth can survive, perhaps the name Duke Marcus will become an eternal legend......"

Varian happened to be running near Magni and suddenly asked, "Uncle Magni, can I really be a great leader like Uncle Marcus in the future?"

Magni laughed, and as he ran with great strides, Magni let out a hearty laugh: "Silly boy. Duke Marcus has only one, and Varian Ureon has only one. Moreover, to the mortal shall be to the mortal, and to the gods shall be to the gods. Before you have the ability to step into the realm of the gods, what are you doing so much? You are asking for trouble. ”

Varian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the confusion that had been blocked in his heart for a long time was solved.

Yes, every existence in the world is unique. No one person will be a degraded copy of another.

Varian is Varian, he just needs to be himself and be worthy of his heart.

What's more, after the gap is too big, I also lose the heart to catch up.

Mortals look at the realm of the gods, destined to ...... I can only look up!

On the other side, Sal, who was rescued, looked at Duke with an extremely complicated expression. It stands to reason that he should hate Duke, and it is precisely because of this man's incomparably brilliant, even era-spanning resourcefulness, that led to the defeat of the old tribe and the enslavement of hundreds of thousands of orcs.

Having never personally fought the Dark Gate Wars and World War II, he could not hesitate to shout "Orcs will never be slaves!" a phrase that may be sung by the tribe through the ages, but he could not say half of it, "Duke, I hate you!"

Resentment?

Perhaps!

But at the moment, it's more about admiration.

While running the position, Sal's big mouth full of fangs squirmed for a long time before he asked half a sentence: "Why?"

"Do you think it's because we're true allies? Did we swear to protect each other?, or did I mean I'm a rotten good person, a great sage?" Duke smiled.

"Neither!" Thrall suddenly gritted his teeth, "Orgrim told me! You personally ordered the assassin to assassinate me when I was still an infant!"

For a moment, the powerhouses on both sides almost suspected that Sal was going to fight Duke.

Duke's words became sonorous, "I never intended to deny that at that time, a horde that was completely destroyed was more beneficial to the Alliance. If I had been in power, I would have slaughtered all the Tribal captives, just as the Horde slaughtered civilians in every human village in the Elwyn Forest. ”

The air suddenly froze.

Sal didn't know how to continue.

At this time, Duke's facial muscle lines suddenly softened: "But that's in the past." Now the relationship between the Union and the Horde has nothing to do with justice, nothing to do with mercy, nothing to do with enmity. Allies?Saintly mercy?Sorry, I certainly wouldn't say such superficial words. If you have to ask me for an answer, I will tell you – it is what the world needs. ”

"The needs of the world ......" Sal was a little confused.

"Don't worry, if I choose to attack the Horde one day, it must be because the Alliance and the Horde are irreconcilable, and I will do it at least three days after the Horde receives the official declaration of war. Maybe I'll kill you someday, or maybe you'll kill me. In a world where titans known as gods can fall, nothing is eternal. ”

Duke's words are shocking!

Not only Thrall, but at this moment, even all the surrounding Alliance Tribe powerhouses lost the ability to speak.

"Remember, you and I may die against each other, and the forces you and I represent may tear up the covenant and turn against each other!

That's right, not yesterday!

Maybe tomorrow!

But by no means today!

"Not today!" is a subtle attitude in itself. An attitude that can make both parties feel relieved.

Maybe tomorrow will be a mortal enemy again, but not today.

Maybe tomorrow will perish, but it's not today.

There may be a lot of misfortune and misfortune in the future, but – definitely not today!

Today, it is destined to be a day to remember for mortals.

Because today will be the day of great victory for mortals and demigods.

Because today will be the victory day of the multi-racial alliance and the triumphant ancient evil god Cthun.

Thrall laughed and brandished the flaming Hammer of Doom, "Hahaha! Duke Marcus, I admire you—let's get on it! Kill this disgusting guy!"

Duke also smiled and raised the spiral golden sword in his hand: "Hehe, Sal, I admire you too, and I once wanted to kill you." But ......"

Not only Thrall and Duke, but also the Alliance Clan powerhouses around them who heard the conversation between the two bigwigs, all shouted in unison!

"Not today—"

When Cthun's [Dark Flash] crossed a 180-degree arc and came to a reluctant without accomplishment, the powerhouses of the Alliance and the Horde burst out with the greatest enthusiasm and combat power, and bravely pounced on their targets.

The space around us has shrunk again.

The four guardian dragons, plus a slightly smaller black dragon, occupy five directions evenly with Cthun as the center.

Duke's words were also heard by the four guardian dragons.

Alexstasa and Ysera nodded at Duke, and they both agreed with this. Nozdorm was thoughtful, but Malygos remained unhappy.

"Perhaps, it will never be possible to have so many guardian dragons gather together to deal with the ultimate evil. Whether or not we contradict each other, I want to say – not today!"

Yes, today is the day to work together.

Tomorrow's contradictions, tomorrow's talk.

Malygos spat hard, finally nodding to Alexstaza.

Every place in the hall was ignored by dragons and Duke, and all the tentacles were left to mortals to deal with.

All that remained was the dragon's head held high.

The dragon's head was hideous and uneven, the dragon's eyes exuded blazing brilliance, and the slightly exposed dragon's teeth glowed with a fierce afterglow.

There was a dead silence in the entire dragon psychic network, as if the world had stood still at this moment. It gave the illusion to the eyes of others, as if these huge dragons were just sculptures or ornaments.

All distractions eventually returned to nothingness, and the gentle breathing of the dragons passed like ripples, and before they knew it, each dragon's breath was together.

Same frequency, same weight.