Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 760: Weird Situation

Chapter 760: Weird Situation

"Ms. Golden Sword did her best." Miraculously, Duke calmed down Jaina, who seemed about to lose her temper, with just one sentence.

Jaina remained silent, but her tears flowed like a dam collapsing.

Jaina Golden Sword continued: "Archimonde seemed to be venting. After destroying every living creature in his sight, he sank to the bottom of the sea again, perhaps 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 Kul Tiras general took over the narration.

For unknown reasons, Kul Tiras itself was also attacked. However, this time it was not the Scourge, but tens of thousands of powerful Nagas. Unlike the Nagas under Duke, these Nagas were inky black.

"Their pupils are blood red, just like those of the violent orcs. The survivors seemed to have heard that the leader of the Nagas was called Wa-something-qi?"

"Vashj!?" Duke blurted out!

"You know?" Jaina grabbed Duke’s sleeve almost instantly.

Duke smiled bitterly. "That’s a more powerful Naga clan located deep in the Endless Sea. The Wrathscale Clan under my command can’t even match the patrols of the Vashj Clan."

Jaina said nothing, but she engraved the name Vashj deeply in her heart.

The general continued, "The main island of Kul Tiras was destroyed. His Highness Tanred led the Royal Guards in a desperate charge against Vashj, but was shot dead on the dock... Many survivors saw it, and the young prince’s ship was destroyed..."

No one expected that Kul Tiras would be destroyed almost overnight and all the direct descendants would be wiped out.

Jaina Golden Sword gritted her teeth and said: "Kul Tiras has been destroyed, but Kul Tiras is not the first country to be destroyed, and it is likely not to be the last. Your Highness Jaina Proudmoore, the responsibility of restoring the country now falls on your shoulders. Please ascend the throne as soon as possible and restore Kul Tiras!"

In response to her words, all the important civil and military officials of Kul Tiras knelt down.

"Please invite Her Highness Jaina Proudmoore to ascend the throne!"

Jaina was silent for 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 Proudmoore! But now, please leave. I want to be alone with my father for a while."

It is right to observe a moment of silence for our ancestors.

A group of generals came out one after another.

Just as Duke was about to step out of the church door, Jaina’s voice floated from behind him: "Duke, give me some time, maybe one day, maybe two days, Theramore and the Horde are left to you first."

After that, a magic messenger was thrown into Duke’s hands.

This is the communicator given to Thrall.

Duke said solemnly: "Leave it to me!"

After closing the door, Duke looked up at the clear sky and felt a little melancholy in his heart.

The thread of fate seemed to have returned, but this happened again when he least expected it. He could no longer figure out whether fate had been messed up by him, a butterfly that had traveled through time, or whether fate itself was correcting its future direction.

In his memory, although Prince Tanred in history did not have much ability, he should have lived for several decades as he managed the half-dead Kul Tiras with trepidation after Daelin’s death.

But now, Tanred is dead.

Jaina, who was once the uncrowned queen of Theramore, had a miserable life and 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 a fucking wonderful thing.

Duke suddenly realized that if he continued to look at the future based on past history, he would probably fail miserably.

It seems... there is no need to wait for the Horde to die!

The death of a king is definitely a big event.

Jaina could indulge in grief, but Duke couldn’t. Time passed quickly as they had to reorganize the fleet, treat the wounded, and so on.

The next morning, the communicator given to Thrall suddenly began to flash red. Duke gently grasped it, and an extremely clear spatial coordinate appeared in Duke’s mind.

"Something happened with Thrall?"

In Ashenvale, Vol’jin stayed with Thrall.

In Thrall’s broad palm was the communicator.

Thrall said in a deep voice: "Vol’jin, I still don’t think it’s a good idea to invite humans. We have never been allies with the Alliance, and it’s unlikely to be so in the future. I don’t think humans will face this crisis with us. Who knows, Jaina and her group will choose to abandon Theramore and go to a place further south."

Vol’jin sighed and touched his long troll fangs: "We have no choice. I don’t have much hope for that Jaina. Although she is a smart person, I always feel that she has a faint hostility towards the Horde. Of course, most of the Alliance is like this. Therefore, if we want to cooperate, we must find someone with greater wisdom."

At this moment, Thrall suddenly discovered that the space not far from him began to fluctuate violently.

"Get out of the way!" Varok waved his hand and asked the nearby orc guards to disperse.

"Be careful, it’s not Jaina coming!" Vol’jin could tell at a glance that the level of space fluctuation was completely different.

Thrall nervously clenched the Doomhammer in his hand, while Rexxar beside him also clenched his double axes.

The next second, a figure that was extremely familiar to Thrall and Rexxar appeared in front of them.

Seeing the expressions of Thrall and the others, Vol’jin subconsciously felt that things seemed a little subtle.

"Why is it you?" Thrall murmured.

"Why can’t it be me?" Duke said calmly.

"Really... that’s the common language. I’m flattered." Thrall smiled bitterly.

"He is..." Woking wondered.

"The de facto supreme leader of the alliance, the alliance commander Edmund Duke!" Rexxar said almost word by word.

Woking was greatly surprised.

Duke actually came in person! ?

Why is this happening?

"The Alliance... has suffered a heavy blow once again. Not long ago, His Majesty Daelin Proudmoore passed away. Her Highness Jaina is going to deal with the aftermath."

It seemed that these light words did not make Thrall feel secretly happy about the damage to the Alliance, but instead made Thrall’s heart heavier.

That powerful alliance...

The alliance that defeated the once extremely powerful tribe has collapsed to this extent.

Even a man as nearly evil as Duke couldn’t stop the situation from collapsing.

How terrible is the Scourge! ?

Thrall’s heart was trembling!