Tyrande was so frightened that Duke leaned his face to a distance of only ten centimeters from her only to find that he subconsciously shrank back like a frightened rabbit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Duke didn't let Tyrande go, and pressed straight to the past.

Tyrande took three steps back.

Wow, Duke pressed three steps.

In the end, Duke was even a standard wall knock, with his left hand against the wall and his right hand on his hip, directly pressing down on Tyrande, who was already leaning against the concrete wall.

One person.

A elf.

Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath clearly.

Tyrande was a little embarrassed: "Duke Marcus, you are now the high priestess of the Goddess of the Moon. ”

Duke was brazen: "Tyrande*, I'll tell you right now that mages never believe in gods. ”

"Are you going to be a traitor to Azeroth?"

"Don't put a hat on me, your language is very inducing, but you can only fool the rough people of the tribe. It didn't work for me. You refused to answer from the beginning, where are the 100,000 elites of the Night Elf Clan?"

“......”

"Are you really blind as the scouts of the Alliance? Just after the three tribes reached an agreement to form an alliance, you Night Elves evacuated most of the elves on the peaks of Mount Hyjal under the pretext of evacuating civilians. But the only people who have always guarded the Holy Mountain are the most elite Night Elf troops. Unless it is a special craftsman, civilians are not allowed to go up the mountain. ”

Tyrande pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at Duke in the eyes, as if to tell from the human commander from across the Endless Sea what cards he had to play.

Duke doesn't care.

He continued, "Let me guess, the Night Elves were ready to follow an ancient oath they had made more than nine thousand years ago, and were ready to sacrifice their entire clan to protect the World Tree. It's just that the performance of the orcs in Ashen Valley, and the subsequent alliance of the three factions, has given you new hope - how good it would be if the World Tree could be preserved by the hands of the Horde, a sworn enemy, and the Night Elves could continue to multiply? ”

Tyrande's body shook slightly.

Even if she hides it well, it's a pity that it can't hide from Duke, who is almost physically close to her.

"Then how can we do this? The tribe is not stupid, and the loss is too natural to retreat, after all, the orcs are not the native race of Azeroth in the first place. The only conclusion is that the Night Elves can do it all over again, just as they did against the Burning Legion in the Ancient War 10,000 years ago. ”

This time, Tyrande began to lose control of herself, her red lips gently opening and closing, like a fish screwed to shore.

"Don't talk nonsense without evidence. ”

At this time, in fact, Duke wanted to say: "Don't you really know that the super explosion of Mount Hyjal in the original history was directly blown up to the top of Mount Hyjal for ten years."

It's just that Duke never thought that the Night Elves, who were originally very conservative and kept their oaths, would actually play this kind of trick when they made great sacrifices for the sake of justice in history.

What went wrong?

Or has there been some huge shift in history?

After some hard thinking and meditation, Duke finally said his answer at this time: "I also know that the reappearance of the upper elves has put you under a lot of pressure, right? ”

In the battle of Mount Hyjal in history, there was no High Elf or Blood Elf, and Gianna's Theramore human soldiers would certainly not have any contradiction with the Night Elves.

Eight thousand years ago, the Night Elves exiled the high-level elves in the name of blasphemers, who would have thought that Duke would bring Queen Xi's blood elf ranger this time, which was obviously a slap in the face until his face was swollen!

When Duke said this, Tyrande's eyes were already filled with tears.

However, Duke continued to use his magnetic voice, as if a monologue, to persuade Tyrande: "I think maybe our buildings that destroy nature, and our artillery, are just as irritating as the tribes that keep cutting down trees, right?"

This is again an unsolvable contradiction.

To put it bluntly, the Night Elves are playing idealism, and the dwarves and gnomes are all materialistic.

While advocating Greenpeace, we are working on highly polluting industries.

Druids can see the dwarven cannons pleasing to the eye, and that's when there are ghosts.

By this time, Duke's words had made Tyrande tremble like chaff.

Duke, who dealt the final blow to Tyrande: "Desperately pressuring you to advocate killing all the untrustworthy blasphemers and the murderers of Cenarius, is it Vandal Deerhelm?"

This sentence is definitely a fatal blow.

Tyrande's mouth squirmed for a long time, and finally he finally broke down and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I never wanted to hurt my allies." I really didn't think about ......."

With his head bowed and his shoulders down, he used his shoulders to support Tyrande, who had been the Night Elves for thousands of years, and at this moment he looked no different from a weak human woman.

The only difference is that she, even though the tears are already rolling in her eyes, she still doesn't cry.

"But I think about the moment when our Night Elves are about to make a great sacrifice. With a cruel new neighbor and an alliance of exiles who have taken us in on me, I can't calm my heart. ”

Tyrande suddenly straightened up, she straightened her chest and tucked her abdomen, and from her bones, every hand and foot flowed with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Duke involuntarily let go of his hand pressing against the wall and took a half-step back.

"Well, Lord Duke Marcus, I'll answer your questions one by one! However, the explosion plan you mentioned does exist! Since in the Ancient War, the incomparably powerful Guardian Dragon Clan and the strength of the five clans could not resist the invasion of the Burning Legion, why should we believe that you hundreds of thousands of mortals can resist the steps of demons, even if it is a demon that has been weakened by the magic array!"

"Uh......"

"The power of the explosion is directly proportional to how many souls the Night Elves sacrifice. A hundred thousand elites are ready to sacrifice themselves for the protection of this beautiful world, but how can we endure that after the sacrifice, the rest of our people will be bullied by cruel tribes, and the beautiful forests will be cut down and destroyed?

At this moment, Duke suddenly understood the true method of the Night Elves, and he was a little kinder than he imagined.