"There is no second time in life, not to mention that I am quite satisfied with my current life, as long as I can live a good life for my people, the people I love, and the people who love me, I will be satisfied. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Giving up my past for the sake of youth, this option didn't exist from the beginning. ”

Not even very moved and refused, Kalia unsurprisingly decisively rejected Duke's gift.

"Yes, if a man whom I love so much chooses to repay my youth in this way in order to reject my affection, I will not do it. This is the last reserved thing a lady can be. Of course, if we can finally be together, and then the person I love is willing to give me youth, that's a different story. "The hateful Gianna has also mended the knife.

Duke gave Gianna a hard look - you shit, I'm going to smash your ass when I get back.

Gianna stuck out her tongue secretly, then turned her head away, ignoring Duke.

Throughout the dinner, Du was on pins and needles, although Kalia and the others were talking about the old days as if they were chatting about the past, but Duke really didn't have a good seizure!

Thankfully, the dinner didn't last long, and after a slightly apprehensive look, Kalia politely withdrew.

The rest are their own women.

Aurelia elegantly sipped the non-existent sauce from the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and sighed: "Duke, we don't forbid you to add more sisters to us, we just hope that you can be restrained, and then, if it is arranged by fate, then we have no opinion." ”

Sylvanas: "You're going on a mission next year." Are you sure?"

"Eighty percent. ”

Wen Resa spoke: "If you want any of us to be with you tonight, that's fine, but please make sure you're fit tomorrow......"

Gianna and Illusia didn't speak, quietly gazing at Duke with loving eyes.

In the end, Duke chose to fall asleep with Aurelia in his arms, with no passion, only a quiet place called family. In the midst of whispering bits and pieces of the past, Duke fell asleep peacefully.

In the morning, the time to return to the past has finally arrived.

Through the portal, the six people who were going back this time gathered on a wasteland at the junction of the Elwyn Forest and the Red Ridge Mountain.

Looking at Grom and Brooks, then at Ronin and Vanessa, Duke finally nodded to Crassus.

"Let's get started!" suddenly came the loud voice of Nozdorm in the void.

More information began to pour directly into the minds of every traverser from the void, and in addition to Duke, the other five truly understood the meaning of returning to the past this time - the Battle of the Ancients!

That is the end of Nozdorm's power, that is the cornerstone of the entire world of Azeroth, and even the cornerstone of the entire world for 10,000 years, if the Burning Legion won the final victory in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, then the entire timeline will be completely overturned, and that is the greatest violation and desecration of all the efforts made by Duke, a time-traveler!

At the same time, the six of them felt a trance around them, and a terrible feeling enveloped their whole bodies, as if they were covered by a huge invisible glass cover, and then instantly injected a large amount of air into it.

The surging waves of air that could not be captured by vision squeezed everyone's body fiercely, and it was a terrible feeling that I couldn't breathe at all. The world around them was constantly changing, and the winter-ready trees in the Elwyn Forest suddenly grew larger.

"Master!?" Vanessa exclaimed, but unfortunately Duke couldn't respond at all, and even wanted to put a smile on his face, probably Vanessa was distorted when he saw it.

The next moment, they found that the team members involved in the mission were all like 'noodle people' with long and narrow legs like noodles.

Before there was time to let out any exclamations, this strange and distorted illusion of time began to devour everyone.

Everyone is like a flat boat trapped in the whirlpool of the sea, driven clockwise to rotate at high speed, faster and faster, more and more dizzy, and countless strange sounds and pictures hit. This amount of information is so terrifying, no wonder Nozdorm wants to test his will in advance.

It felt like the trees hundreds of meters away were sucked in by the whirlpool, passing past Duke and burrowing into the vortex of time.

Soon, it was not just mortal, but things large and small began to fly over, and even the fall in the sky, as well as the crimson peaks, broke apart, roared by, and disappeared into the whirlpool.

This mental impact was so violent that several teammates around Duke quickly lost consciousness, but Duke remained awake under the protection of the system elves' high-speed classification and processing of information and the protection of the spiritual sea division.

Duke traveled through time and space in an instant, and saw a huge 'Milky Way' hovering in the void!

It was a long river of history made up of countless fragments of history, and the system elves greedily sucked up all the information they could gather at eighty percent of the load, until Duke sent a huge force to the far other side of the 'galaxy......

In Azeroth, the land was covered in frost, and the bitter winter came, and before you knew it, you had entered the Dark Gate for sixteen years.

Walking through the ruined city of Lordaeron, the former Sun King Anastrian is gloomy, and of course any lich will look extremely cold and evil to the beholder, whether they keep their original appearance as much as possible, or simply keep their head as a skull.

As the highest-ranking contributor to the Scourge Legion, the Sun King has been allowed to retain his will and all of his men, and even the corpse of every High Elf slaughtered by the Scourge will be placed under his command after becoming undead.

Anastrian got the immortality he wanted, but he always thought he had lost more.

Right!

It's status!

Once upon a time, he was a king with no one to command or command. The King on High.

After defecting to the Scourge Legion, even if he could keep a large number of men, he still felt like a damned slave!

Arthas could command him, the Lich King could command him, and even the Dreadlords snorted and drank him like a dog.

In his cold eyes burning with blue ice flames, there was unwilling anger.

However, the turnaround is coming.

Akmund ...... A demon commander powerful enough to destroy the great magical city of Dalaran with a single spell, only to die in the world he had come to destroy, at the hands of the 'ants' he despised him.

And his death became a catalyst for ambition.

Interestingly, Anastrian noticed that none of the beings had informed the Dreadlords of Akmund's death.