"Bullshit! How strong do you think you are? Don't you have any sense of self-esteem? Get out of here! The sooner you leave, the sooner you will come back! I will tell your brother about this."
"Yeah." Magni happily ran over to the Rock Watcher with his big butt twisted.
Looking at Magni's back, Duke also laughed. Shamelessly as he was, he silently recorded the magic mirror of this conversation, then turned around and sent it back to the headquarters of the Dreadnought Fortress, making it a fait accompli!
Duke knew that Magni said this just in case. He thought Duke would understand what he meant. If he was in trouble, Duke would naturally pass on the message. If he was fine, Duke would keep the message to himself.
Who knew that Duke had such bad intentions!
Duke couldn't stand the elf princess who gave birth to a monkey with her father's mortal enemy. You know, when Duke did this task in the game, he was tricked.
Princess Moira was so fragile that she was killed in two hits and she started over again. She finally managed to withstand the 18-hit combo of this bitch and beat the shit out of her husband. She also cursed Duke and other players, saying that they killed her husband, and hinted that she would record the players in her little black book and settle the score with them later.
What the hell is this?
It's not the way to repay kindness with enmity.
In this life, Duke really encountered this shit in reality. How could he bear it?
Even though he knew that Moira later participated in the siege of Orgrimmar by the Horde and showed her loyalty to the Alliance, Duke still didn't like her.
So Duke pretended not to understand the meaning of Magni's words and directly said it out. Anyway, Magni would not die. As long as he came back, according to his temper, he would definitely not deny this. Then in the future, Moira would have no chance to be the leader of the Three Hammers Council.
At this moment, Muradin, Brann, Kurdran, and even the great craftsman Gelbin were all in the Valiant Fortress. Duke passed back Magni's last words, which stunned the dwarf bosses.
"Is the guardian of that treasury really that powerful?" Muradin was shocked. Although he could understand his eldest brother's choice, he was still a little uncomfortable with the sense of responsibility that suddenly fell upon him.
On the contrary, Brann knows his elder brother best: "He may not be very strong. But I can understand his choice - this is the fate of a warrior."
"Fate damn, he will definitely win. And I'm watching." Duke bared his teeth.
The so-called watching can only ensure that Magni's life can be saved.
However, facing an extremely powerful enemy and challenging a higher level, it is difficult for outsiders to intervene. This is the state of mind that the top masters must face.
If they need help from others to survive even this kind of destiny challenge, their strong hearts will definitely be cracked and damaged.
It's not that we can't pick ourselves up and challenge higher levels again in the future, but how many people can ensure that the gap of failure in their hearts will not expand?
For example, only one in ten people can defeat the strong with the weak in one go, win the victory and cross the chasm.
Then, the ultimate strong person who fights again and again after repeated failures and finally becomes a capable person after going through hardships is rare among ten thousand.
After the magic communication was cut off, only Duke and Sylvanas were left.
Sylvanas stood one meter in front of him, with no intention of coming up to hug or kiss him.
"Not even a kiss before leaving? After all, I'm your man." Duke teased lightly.
Sylvanas shook her head: "I'm afraid I will waver."
"This is the path you chose."
Sylvanas said calmly, "I know. From the moment I took the first step, I had no way back and could never go back. Just like you, you carry the hopes of hundreds of millions of Alliance people, and I carry the hopes of the elves. No matter if they are called blood elves or high elves."
"In that case, go ahead. Remember to go crazy with me when you come back."
Sylvanas smiled faintly, turned around and walked away, waving her hands casually as she walked: "Okay! It's up to you if you pass it!"
Duke was also a little dazed, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"As expected, Sylvanas is worthy of being Sylvanas, right?"
Once upon a time, the three Windrunner sisters had the same outstanding talents and were also known as heroes.
Vereesa prioritized her family, so both her career and combat skills had stagnated. Alleria was running the Silver Dawn, and she was pregnant and had long since stopped fighting on the front lines, and her combat skills had also stagnated.
Only Sylvanas, as she became the queen of the Forsaken and eventually ascended to the throne of the Warchief of the Horde in history, becomes a queen both a pressure and a motivation.
She chose the path of the strong.
Duke couldn't say anything and could only silently wish her the best.
Seeing the women around him embark on their journeys one by one, Duke suddenly became poetic: "Life is so lonely as snow!"
Then, he was pinched in the face.
"Are you lonely? Then what am I?" Jaina's cheeks were puffed up, and she put her hands on her hips, making an angry expression.
"Hahaha!" Duke laughed dryly with cold sweat: "Today's weather…"
"Not good at all!" Jaina pounced over with her claws waving, biting Duke's neck, leaving a shallow tooth mark.
"Oh! It hurts!" Duke screamed in a mock manner.
"Does it hurt?" Jaina immediately changed from biting to licking with her tongue.
Duke stroked Jaina's blonde hair, "Silly girl, you are on a different path from them."
Jaina put her arm around Duke's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "I know. They are truly strong people who are going to create their own paths, and I am just a little woman chasing after your back."
If almost everyone in Duke's harem can choose whether to be a top-notch warrior, then Jaina has no choice.
Although both of them are good at magic, due to the overlapping of their attributes, Jaina is destined to just repeat Duke's path at best. Moreover, due to her natural bias, with only two attributes, arcane and frost, her path is even narrower than Duke's.
Since she cannot surpass him, then she will slowly climb to the position of demigod, and helping Duke in the future will be the end of her road to becoming a strong person.
That requires her to continue to accumulate knowledge, constantly strengthen her control over frost and arcane elements, and expand her magic circuits.
When she reaches that critical point, Duke will naturally give her a hand.
"Do you regret taking this path?" Duke asked softly.
"Of course not!" Jaina shook her head: "If I really had the courage and determination back then, I should have abandoned the name Proudmoore and devoted myself to the mysterious world. Since I chose to obey my father's orders, it means that I put my fate in your hands at that time."
"You want to say, you made your choice back then?"
"Yeah, but I don't regret it!" Hugging Duke tightly, Jaina seemed to want to merge her body into Duke's.
"I won't let any of you regret this."
Duke's gaze went beyond space and fell on the first matchup.