Tyrande first bowed deeply to Duke: "Thank you for your everlasting and great contribution to the safety of the world of Azeroth."
Although she was grateful, there was an unconcealable sadness in Tyrande's eyes.
She also witnessed Duke risking his life to save Azeroth. Objectively speaking, this was definitely a feat worthy of praise and worth being sung by bards for thousands of years.
Unfortunately, what happened to the night elves was not good at all.
After thinking it over in her mind, Tyrande decided to speak out: "Although the explosion destroyed the world tree Nordrassil, the Well of Eternity, and Mount Hyjal, as the holy mountain of the night elves for thousands of years, Mount Hyjal has a very special status. The Cenarion Circle has begun to investigate to see if Mount Hyjal can be restored to life. The problem is that the explosion seems to have caused spatial instability, and now a huge spatial crack has appeared on the top of the mountain."
Space crack?
Duke was a little confused. He was very sure that this scene did not exist in the original history.
However, since the Well of Eternity exploded last time, blowing up the ancient Kalimdor continent and creating an endless sea, it was not surprising that this time, the equally earth-shattering explosion created a space rift.
Tyrande thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps you also know. Because the former high elves abused the arcane and conducted various taboo experiments, the night elves and the high elves who were good at arcane magic were separated."
Tyrande tried to choose words that would not be too irritating, while paying attention to Sylvanas's reaction.
Sylvanas smiled and said, "Please don't mind. In order to avenge the Burning Legion, we have changed our name to Sin'dorei. And the forbidden experiments you mentioned were actually banned by our elder, Anasterian Sunstrider of Quel'dorei, five thousand years ago."
Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief. This made things easier.
"There is not a single magician among the night elves. We are not good at dealing with these problems, so we can only ask the Alliance for help. The reason why I came directly to you, Sir Edmund, is of course because you are the Archmage of the Sun... Well, even if you are no longer a magician, I believe your valuable knowledge and experience can also help the night elves. Moreover, the night elves are very grateful for the help of the Alliance this time. If possible, we hope that both sides can have a deeper communication and cooperation."
This is a test from the night elves.
After all, the three factions had just fought side by side, and the friendship between comrades-in-arms would not fade so quickly. On the other hand, as a wise leader, Tyrande had an unspeakable worry - that is the expansion of the Horde's power.
Whether it's orcs, trolls or tauren, in the eyes of most night elves, they are synonymous with rudeness, barbarism and warlikeness.
Now that there is a formidable enemy, the Burning Legion's demons, in front of them, the three factions certainly won't be so stupid as to create a conflict. What if the demons aren't there?
What lies ahead is the simplest issue of survival and territory.
South of Ashenvale, most of the land is barren. Except for the night elves' fortress, Feathermoon Fortress, on Thandol Island in the southwestern tip of the continent, the night elves have almost no territorial claims on the entire central and southern regions of Kalimdor.
the Hordes are not like that.
the Horde, freed from the control of the Alliance, will surely usher in an explosive expansion period in the coming period. Tyrande can almost foresee the future conflict between the night elves and the Horde in the Ashenvale and StoneTeron Mountains.
The destruction of the world tree Nordrassil caused the night elves to lose their immortality. For the night elves, whose lifespans were already extremely long, this would not be a big problem for the time being, unless there was a war...
Because of immortality and the pursuit of freedom, the birth rate of the night elves is shockingly low, and everyone has not yet adjusted their mentality from the change of losing the blessing of immortality. This time, another 100,000 elites were lost. If they encountered continuous wars, the population of the night elves would not be able to cope with the meat grinder-like consumption of human lives in war.
In addition to the battle of Ashenvale, the night elves not only lost the demigod Cenarius, but also nearly 10,000 elven hunters.
The night elves and the Horde have a big feud, but their recent joint battle and the joining of the tauren who believe in the doctrine of nature into the Horde mean that the night elves cannot find an excuse to start a fight even if they want to take advantage of the Horde's unstable foothold.
Which is more important, the new hatred with the Horde and the territorial conflict, or the so-called old grudge from eight thousand years ago?
You can figure out what to choose just by thinking with your butt.
What's more, the high elves are already ruled by a ranger queen who is more inclined towards nature.
In this way, moving closer to the Alliance that had crushed the Horde twice became an almost inevitable choice.
The repetition of history is inevitable. Duke was not surprised by Tyrande's test and replied with a smile on the spot: "The Alliance is an organization that unites various kingdoms and races with the security of Azeroth as the highest common goal. Although I have temporarily resigned as the leader of the Alliance, I think the Alliance will be happy to have deeper exchanges and cooperation with a race like the night elves that has a rich history and is peace-loving. If there is an opportunity, the Alliance also welcomes the night elves to join the big family of the Alliance."
Duke spoke up with his status and identity, and the two queens present nodded in agreement, and the general direction of the matter was decided.
Next, dealing with space cracks and the like will be a piece of cake.
Duke agreed on the spot that he would organize a group of powerful mages to go there within three days, such as Kael'thas and the dragon mage Krasus.
The atmosphere of the meeting was so friendly and warm that both sides began to get closer and call each other by their first names.
Tyrande also offered Duke a favor: "Duke, actually! In addition to teaching me how to fight, the Moon Goddess Elune also taught me a lot about exorcism. If you don't mind, Duke, I can help you check your condition. If there is any remaining evil power, maybe I can help you."
Duke felt a little annoyed about Tyrande's goodwill.
Professionals who use dark powers have always been unwelcome in the Alliance. Just look at the newly built Stormwind City, where warlocks can only stay in the "Lamb to be Slaughtered" hotel to play secret societies, and you will know how low the status of warlocks is. Even after the destruction of Dalaran, the mages and warlocks of Dalaran reconciled, but the training resources obtained by warlocks were still pitiful.
The problem is that now that people have said this, Duke has no choice but to stand up.
Tyrande vowed: "I swear that I will put your new form and new profession into perspective. And after all, you are making this sacrifice to save the world. I believe I can fully understand and forgive your situation."
"Okay!" There was not much power fluctuation. In an instant, Duke, who was protected by golden light a moment ago, suddenly turned into a blackened human figure.
The power of darkness was so strong that it even turned Duke's entire body dark and illusory.
However, Tyrande, who was originally speaking in good spirits, suddenly changed her expression drastically.
She stood up suddenly, her face ashen, and her right hand even subconsciously reached for the dagger at her waist.
Unexpectedly, a ghostly figure was faster than Sylvanas and pressed down on the back of Tyrande's hand like lightning, making it impossible for her to draw the dagger out of the sheath.
The one who made the move was naturally Vanessa, who had entered the realm of heroes. After receiving a lot of epic equipment at the level of Sea Mountain, her movements became more agile and faster.
Tyrande was stunned. She never thought that the maid who looked so delicate and docile could have such terrifying skills.
Of course, nothing good will happen if a hunter is approached by a thief first.
However, the one who shocked her even more was Duke.
She apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I got excited! It's not because of your form, Sir Edmund, but your appearance. It made me recall a very, very bad memory."
Duke waved his hand and Vanessa withdrew.
Duke actually noticed that Tyrande addressed him in a new and unfamiliar way.
"Tyrande, when we first met, you seemed to have a very deep prejudice against me. But looking back on my memories, that was really the first time I saw a night elf. I think my ancestors and I should not have any conflicts with the night elves. If there is any personal grudge, I hope we can talk about it openly and honestly, and not let misunderstandings affect the communication and cooperation between the two major forces."
Tyrande took a few deep breaths, her full chest trembling with each breath, but her once clear eyes still contained resentment and entanglement that seemed to come from ancient times.
After hesitating for a long time, she sat down, calmed herself down, and finally took out something wrapped in mysterious power.
It was an unusually shriveled... banana.
Queen Aziya and Jaina couldn't understand why Tyrande would create such a broken banana that should have been thrown in the trash.
But Duke cried out: "Dried bananas!?"
There is something called "seeking death" in the world!
If you don't do it, you won't die!
Why did Duke choose to die?
In less than half a second, Tyrande let Duke and the two queens experience what it meant to have the situation change drastically.
Tyrande stood up in an instant, and the light in her eyes was so shameful and angry that the two queens had no doubt that if this was not Jaina's mage tower, Tyrande would probably use her ultimate move Meteor Shower or Starfall in a moment to directly blow Duke to pieces.
Tyrande was so excited that even in the silent room one could clearly hear the sound of her silver teeth chattering.
Tyrande's rage was so overwhelming that everyone in the room could clearly see that she had clenched her fists. Her muscles were so tense that one could even see every muscle bulging on her smooth skin exposed to the air.
The gracefully shaped biceps, the clear abdominal muscles and mermaid line between the chest armor and the belt, and the tight and graceful muscle lines in the lower body without disturbing the visual field made Duke drool. Oh, no, he was drooling out of fear.
At this moment, Duke was confused.
He totally couldn't understand why a vulgar joke that only existed among players before the time travel would make Tyrande so excited, even to the point of wanting to kill him, Duke.
Thinking back to before traveling through time, Duke asked himself many times why he played games?
There are only two answers.
First, it's fun.
Second, I need to kill time because I am really bored.
As a result, various painful and anally tight ways of playing were developed.
I still remember that Duke borrowed a rogue and dared to go to Hammerfall, a town in Arathi Highlands that belonged to the Horde. There, Duke met an orc who was a master bandage artist.
It was very painful to complete the Bandage Master mission back then. If you made a mistake, you would have to start all over again, which was very painful.
Duke, who was an honest and reliable young man, took advantage of the fact that the cute orc player had already saved many NPCs and was about to complete the mission, and attacked him directly. He killed him directly and made him fail the mission and have to start over.
Ten minutes later, Duke did it again...
Later, the poor Horde player specially opened a new account and came to Ironforge, and he filled the screen with curses at the poor guy who lent the account to Duke, saying "he is so immoral and has no eyes when giving birth to a child."
Oh! Now when I think back, it was all youth!
However, this reflects how frequently the rogue players from the Horde and Alliance went to each other's territories for "friendly exchanges" back then.
Regarding the "dried banana" incident, I vaguely remember that a tribal thief in the thief area went to the main cities of the Alliance to hang out and stole things from the leaders of the main cities.
You know, a thief's lock picking must be practiced using various stolen treasure chests to get the most sense of accomplishment.
When the thief was wandering around Darnassus, he passed by Tyrande and took out a dried banana from her body.
There are all kinds of drops from the leader boss, this is so normal!
The problem is that Tyrande is a woman and she has a lot of fans.
From 2007 to 2017, Tyrande has been ranked among the top ten best YY objects for male World of Warcraft players. Even ten years later, she still appears in various 18X fan comics. She can be called a model worker in the world of the dirty monster king!
With the blessing of this halo, everything becomes subtle because of this banana.