"Ms. Jin Jian did her best. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Miraculously, Duke calmed Gianna who seemed to be about to go crazy with a word.

Gianna was silent, but the tears flowed down like a dam.

Gina Golden Sword continued: "As if cathartic, Akmund, after destroying every living creature in his horizon, sank to the bottom of the ocean again, either to the west or to the south. When I woke up, it was the second squadron of the First Fleet that saved me. ”

Next, another General Kul Tiras narrated.

For some reason, Kurtilas itself was also attacked. But this time it's not the Scourge Legion, it's tens of thousands of powerful Naga. Unlike Duke's Naga, the color of this batch of Naga is inky black.

"Their eyes are blood-red like those of the rampaging orcs. The survivors seem to have heard that the leader of the Naga is called Vashiki.

"Vaschi!?" Duke burst out!

"You know?" said Gianna, who tugged at Duke's sleeve almost instantly.

Duke smiled wryly, "That's an even more powerful Naga clan located in the depths of the Endless Sea. The Raging Scale Clan under my command can't even match the patrols of the Vasqi Clan. ”

Gianna didn't speak, but she imprinted the name Vaschi into her heart.

The general continued: "The island of Kurtiras has fallen. His Highness Tanred led the Praetorian Guards in a desperate charge against the Vasqi, but was shot dead on the pier...... Many survivors have seen it, and His Highness's ship has been destroyed......"

No one expected that almost overnight, Kul Tiras would destroy the country and the main lineage of his lineage would be completely wiped out.

Gina Golden Sword gritted her teeth: "Kurtilas was destroyed, but Kurtilas was not the first country to be destroyed, and most likely not the last. Your Highness Gianna Proudmoore, now the responsibility of restoration falls on your shoulders, please Your Highness ascend the throne as soon as possible, and let Kul Tiras return to the country!"

In response to her words, all the civil and military ministers of Kurtilas knelt down in unison.

"Her Royal Highness Gianna Proudmoore, please, to the throne!"

Gianna was silent for a full five seconds, then glanced at Duke and wiped the tears from her face: "Ascend the throne!?I will! This is my responsibility as the heir of Prodmore! But now, please leave, I want to be alone with my father for a while." ”

It is right to mourn in silence for the ancestors.

A group of generals came out one after another.

Just as Duke was about to step out of the church door, Gianna's voice floated from behind him: "Duke, give me some time, maybe a day, maybe two days, Theramore and the tribe will hand it over to you first." ”

With that, a magic transmitter was thrown into Duke's hand.

This is the communicator given to Sal.

Duke said in a deep voice, "Leave it to me!"

Closing the door, Duke looked up at the sky, looking at the clear sky, and he felt a trace of melancholy in his heart.

The line of fate obviously seems to have returned, but when he was born unexpectedly, this kind of thing happened again. He couldn't figure out whether fate had already been messed up by him, the butterfly that had crossed over, or whether fate itself didn't listen to the direction of the future.

In his memory, although the original historical Prince Tanred had no ability, after the death of Dalin, he ran the half-dead Kul Tiras with trepidation, and he should have lived for decades.

But now, Tannred is dead.

Gianna, who was originally extremely hard and once became the uncrowned queen of Theramore, was displaced for the rest of her life. Now she is going to become the queen of Kul Tiras.

I can only say that fate is really a wonderful thing.

Duke suddenly realized that if he blindly looked at the future according to the original history, he would probably pounce on it.

Seem...... There's no need to wait for the tribe to die!

The death of a king is definitely a big deal.

Gianna could bask in grief, but Duke couldn't. Time passed quickly in a series of broken things such as reorganizing the fleet and treating the wounded.

The next morning, the communicator given to Sal suddenly began to glow red. With a slight grip on Duke's hand, an incomparably clear spatial coordinate appeared in Duke's mind.

"Something happened to Thrall?"

In Ashenvale, Woking and Sal stay together.

Thrall's wide palm held the communicator.

Thrall said in a deep voice, "Woking, I still don't think it's a good idea to bring in humans. We have never been an alliance with the Alliance, we have not been before, and it will be difficult to be in the future. I don't think humanity will face this crisis with us. Gianna's group would have chosen to abandon Theramore and go a little further south. ”

Woking sighed, he touched his long troll fangs, "We don't have a choice. I don't have much hope for that Gianna either. She was a smart person, but I always felt that she had a faint hostility towards our tribe. Of course, that's how most leagues are. Therefore, in order to cooperate, it is necessary to find someone with greater wisdom. ”

At this moment, Thrall suddenly noticed that the space not far away began to fluctuate violently.

"Get out of the way!" Warok waved his hand, scattering the nearby orc guards.

"Be careful, it's not Gianna here!" Woking could see at a glance that the level of spatial fluctuations was not at all a level.

Thrall nervously clenched the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand, and at the same time, Lexa beside him also clenched his twin axes.

In the next second, an incomparably familiar figure of Thrall and Lexa appeared in front of them.

Seeing Sal's expression, Woking subconsciously felt that things seemed to be a little delicate.

"Why you?" muttered Thrall.

"Why can't it be me?" said Duke, grim.

"Really...... The lingua franca should be said so, and I am really flattered. Sal smiled wryly.

"He's ......," Woking wondered.

"The de facto supreme leader of the Alliance, Commander Duke Marcus!" Lexa said almost word for word.

Woking, greatly taken aback.

Duke actually came in person!?

Why is that?

"Alliance...... Hit hard again, not long ago, His Majesty Dalyn Prodmore died. Her Royal Highness Gianna is going to deal with the aftermath. ”

It was as if a fluttering sentence did not make Sal feel happy because of the trauma of the alliance, but made Sal's heart even heavier.

That powerful alliance......

The alliance that defeated the previously extremely powerful tribe has collapsed to this point.

Even a man as almost demonic as Duke couldn't stop the situation from collapsing.

How terrible is the Scourge legion!?

Sal's heart is trembling!