When all topics revolved around this banana, public opinion at that time could be said to have reached an unprecedented high. For example, the fruit stall in front of Tyrande's palace in Darnassus was unprecedentedly popular. According to insider X and the stall owner, the dried bananas Tyrande wore were purchased from this stall.
Business was so good that the stall owner hired a 500-man goblin airlift team to deliver bananas. And fans of all kinds came to the gate of Tyrande's palace. Some bought many baskets of bananas and expressed their love for Tyrande, and some were jealous of the banana stall owner's business and told Tyrande that bananas were not as good as cucumbers, saying: Cucumbers! Only those who use them know!
Well, to sum up, because bananas changed the thinking and personal behavior of the majority of players, a large number of tourists, fanatical fans and all kinds of spies flocked to Darnassus. Of course, the biggest beneficiaries were the fruit stall owner, the residents and vendors in Darnassus, as their wallets were unprecedentedly full.
The GDP per capita increased by 4,000%. Historians and economists have since unanimously described the prosperous period as the "banana era".
The above news about air-dried bananas is actually all bullshit!
Because the dried bananas are a fabricated and distorted history. Even the later comic "Dried Bananas" was made up by a few stupid cartoonists based on this vulgar story. It is not the official history of Azeroth at all.
Why would Tyrande get so angry over the words 'dried bananas'?
Duke was completely confused.
Tyrande seemed to be using great willpower to suppress her outburst. Even though Duke's loss of voice just now seemed to be gradually proving that Duke was the bastard she dreamed about every night, she still lacked a very crucial piece of evidence.
Tyrande stood in front of Duke and others like a volcano about to erupt. She took a lot of effort to tell herself to stay calm, to stay calm.
After a while, his violently heaving chest finally calmed down.
Feeling the undisguised hostility in the eyes of the maid behind her who was obviously a heroic thief, looking at the two queens who were ready to take action at any time, and then looking at Duke who was still a little confused, Tyrande suddenly realized that she seemed to have made a big deal out of nothing.
Tyrande was upset. Tyrande! Tyrande! No matter how suspicious Edmund Duke was, even if he claimed to have resigned from the position of commander, he was still the Grand Duke of a kingdom and the helmsman of that extremely powerful alliance. How could I possibly quarrel with Duke over this secret private matter?
Huo Ran trembled all over. She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the night elves offended both the Alliance and the Horde at the same time.
Tyrande shuddered, and her momentum disappeared. She sat down again a little dejectedly.
"I'm sorry, please forgive my reckless and extreme behavior. This involves a serious private matter related to my reputation, so I hope to meet with Sir Edmund alone..."
"Impossible!" Sylvanas retorted firmly.
"Do you think that all the people in our alliance are fools or blind? Don't tell me that you didn't have the intention to kill just now!" Jaina's face was even more cold and murderous, and she directly pierced through the last layer of gauze that was covering it up.
Even Jaina, who is always tactful, reacted so strongly. One can imagine how much Tyrande's murderous aura irritated the two queens.
"I apologize once again." Tyrande pondered for a moment and took out two scrolls: "Here is the scroll of my unique combat skill Strike Aura, and a copy of the arcanist's codex from the high elves that can be traced back to ancient times. I hope this can ease the anxiety and confusion caused by my rudeness just now."
Strike Aura is definitely a good thing. Sylvanas, who has fought side by side with Tyrande, has personally experienced how sharp the effect of increasing attack power by nearly 30% is.
As for the magic notebook, it is even more amazing.
Magic was originally exclusive to blue dragons led by Malygos. After it spread, the most skillful and oldest wizards who played magic were the high elves.
Attention! It was the Highborne led by Queen Azshara more than 10,000 years ago.
The elves who crossed the Endless Sea to the east and arrived at the continent of Lordaeron were the elves who had been nerfed once and renamed high elves.
Sylvanas and Jaina frowned - Tyrande was definitely not normal. This immature behavior was not what a veteran leader who had led the night elves for tens of thousands of years should do.
Although the gifts were prepared early in the morning, the most likely reason was that they were originally intended to enhance personal relationships with the other party's leader, but now have become remedial measures.
The only explanation is that this private matter had a very, very big impact on Tyrande, big enough to make Tyrande lose control.
The two queens looked at each other, and Queen Yuki spoke up, "We cautiously accept your apology gift for the time being, but we are Duke's mate, and we don't think there is anything Duke must never tell us. Your request for the rest of us to back off is unacceptable to us."
The implication is that you better show your hand, otherwise we would rather choose not to accept the gift. And depending on your situation, our attitude towards you and that of the entire alliance will be determined.
This actually pushed Tyrande into a desperate situation.
Is personal grudge more important, or is the future and destiny of the night elves more important? She must make a choice.
Tyrande took three deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. She bit her lip gently and said, "This is indeed a private matter, but it is very, very important to me. Please try your best... to answer my question sincerely, because this is a huge problem that has troubled me for countless years."
Duke switched back to his normal state and sat upright. "Ask whatever you want. As long as it doesn't involve alliance secrets, I don't mind answering honestly."
"How old... are you this year? Are you a pure human?" Tyrande asked tremblingly.
ha!?
Tyrande's question left Duke and the two queens puzzled.
Duke answered truthfully, "Twenty-nine-year-old human, that's right! I'm probably not a half-blood or anything."
Well, the age before the time travel doesn't count. Although I'm still a year away from thirty, I'm still barely within the realm of being an uncle!
Tyrande seemed to be secretly relieved: "Human lifespan seems to be very short, right?"
Jaina, who had just used Nozdormu's blessing and whose body quietly returned to the age of 18, blushed: "Very few humans can live for more than a hundred years. Of course, the previous Guardian Aegwynn used powerful magic to maintain her life and was over 800 years old, but no human has ever lived for more than a thousand years."
Tyrande asked tentatively: "Ten thousand years... is that impossible?"
"No! Impossible! Humans are not elves!" Jaina said firmly: "Besides, the humans in Azeroth ten thousand years ago were all savages! It was more than five thousand years ago that humans began to have wisdom and know how to make weapons. It was not until Emperor Thoradin unified the major human clans two thousand eight hundred years ago that humans truly became one of the masters of this world."
Duke is certainly not 10,000 years old, but this special year of 10,000 years suddenly reminded Duke of a very important original plot...
Why does Duke suddenly feel a little panicked?
Tyrande asked persistently, "Then... Sir Edmund, are you from Azeroth? Or are your ancestors from Azeroth?"
Sylvanas finally got furious. She stood up suddenly, walked to Tyrande with her hands on her hips, and stared at Tyrande with the terrifying aura of a ferocious beast. The queen's aura was fully open.
"Lord Tyrande Whisperwind! We don't find it interesting that you are trying to get Duke to talk in circles like this! Either you confess all the reasons and every detail of this matter immediately, or you pretend that it never happened. Please note that you are now trying to accuse the Grand Duke of Stormwind, whose fiefdom is larger than Mount Hyjal!"
The expression on Tyrande's face was wonderful. She went through all kinds of ups and downs. Finally, after realizing that her recklessness might lead to very serious consequences, she hesitated for a long time, but still said it.
That was ten thousand years ago, when Queen Azshara led Sargeras' Burning Legion to invade the world of Azeroth.
In that battle, Tyrande was unfortunately captured. She thought she was doomed to die tragically, but an extremely mysterious human whose origins were completely unknown found her, who was already poisoned and infected with a terrible curse.
She paid a heavy price for her freedom and her life.
Tyrande refused to reveal the details.
"He was a man named Du Kang. Like Duke, he could also use the power of shadow and light. He was both my benefactor and the person I hated. Yes, he did save me from the clutches of the devil. But not long after I agreed to his conditions, I found out that even if he didn't take action, Malfurion would have arrived. I... I was worried about this... Of course, he could have chosen to kill me at that time. In that case, Malfurion would not have been able to revive me after I was poisoned, so I was very conflicted and entangled."
Although Tyrande's words were vague and a little incoherent, the two queens could still understand how Tyrande felt when she suffered a great loss.
Jaina's eyes flickered as she flirted with Duke. "Hey! Duke! Fortunately, you can't go back ten thousand years, otherwise I would have thought that Du Kang was you."
On the other side, Sylvanas questioned Tyrande until her face turned blue.
Here Duke found that his spirit was almost separated from his body.
At this moment, he roughly understood what was going on.
Damn, the person named Du Kang mentioned by Tyrande must be him!
After all, Chinese people always like to flatter themselves. Dukedidn't have the talent of Du Fu, but he had a good alcohol tolerance. He could drink two kilograms of 50-proof liquor without even taking a breath. At that time, Duke was a college student with a lot of style. So Du Kang became the nickname of this bastard Duke on QQ when he was in college.
Whenever he drank, he would use two identical water glasses to pour a glass of Sprite and a glass of white wine.
"I've done it, you can do whatever you want!" That heroic attitude definitely caused internal injuries to the guy who couldn't drink.
Although he didn't have enough money to drink high-proof liquor, he still had to have dreams. Duke's dream was to drink more Du Kang.
"The only way to relieve worries is to drink Du Kang!" This is Duke's motto.
Well, the prisoner is out.
Duke, who was well-versed in history, pieced the whole thing together - it could also explain why he was targeted when he first met Tyrande in Ashenvale.
That is, for some unknown reason, Duke got into the ancient war 10,000 years ago in the original history. Of course, it was because Duke and others went back to the past to fight and prevent the collapse of history that we have the current Azeroth.
In other words, Duke must have succeeded in going back to the past, otherwise Azeroth would now be a world burned by the Burning Legion.
The question is, the Duke who went back to the past must have done something to Tyrande, otherwise Tyrande would not have immediately revealed such a hateful expression when she saw the Duke of the present.
Speaking of which, Duke is also feeling very wronged now!
Because the Duke of the future went to the past ten thousand years to mess around, and asked the Duke of the present to take the blame.
This...what kind of a shit is this?
The level of fucking this is similar to the one where the current version of Time Lord Nozdormu killed the mad future Nozdormu, resulting in the death of both Nozdormus.
The worst thing is, this is indeed my own fault!
Unfortunately, Duke had no idea what his future self would do to Tyrande after returning to the past. He had no idea how to fix the problem. He also didn't know if he would be able to be less impulsive and cause such a mess if he returned to the past.
Duke's balls hurt.
But Duke would never do such a stupid thing as confessing his guilt.
Confess and be severely punished, or spend the rest of your life in prison.
Resist leniency and go home for the New Year.
Duke definitely understands this.
Thinking of this, Duke had an idea!
The actor Duke, who had been silent all this time, took action. He stood up, with his fairly handsome face tilted toward the sky at a 45-degree angle, and two crocodile tears fell after the system AI slightly stimulated his tear glands.
He slowly walked to Tyrande who was sitting on the chair, and pressed Tyrande's shoulder armor with both hands in a somewhat exaggerated manner.
"Lord Tyrande Whisperwind! I want to say that before yesterday, I was a Dawn Mage admired by thousands of people, a great hero admired and worshipped by more than 10 million people in the Alliance, and the Supreme Commander of the Alliance. But look, what am I today? A freak who possesses both the power of darkness and light. Because of this, I had to resign as the commander of the Alliance, and I had to endure the entire Theramore, and even my homeland, the people of my hometown pointing fingers behind my back."
Duke's words struck Tyrande, who was already in a state of confusion, like a bolt of lightning.
yes!
Duke became a shadow priest only yesterday, why am I so crazy that I doubted him! ?
An indescribable feeling of guilt surged into Tyrande's heart, and she began to dare not look Duke directly in the eye.
The actor continued his performance: "When Archimonde climbed up the World Tree that was so precious to the night elves and the whole world, and when all other heroes were powerless to stop Archimonde who began to absorb the power of the World Tree, you all turned your expectant eyes to me."
When Duke said this, Tyrande trembled all over. She lowered her head and dared not look Duke in the eye.
That's right, there were those who looked forward to Duke making the final blow, or rather, she was one of them, Tyrande.
"I have lived up to your expectations, and the expectations of billions of people in Azeroth. Even though I knew that if I struck that blow, I would suffer Archimonde's death blow, I still did not hesitate! Even today, when I have become a monster of both light and evil in the eyes of others, I have never regretted it - because I sacrificed myself for the world!"
Such an open and aboveboard statement!
Such a righteous and awe-inspiring aura!
In front of Duke at this moment, Tyrande felt ashamed and felt that she was a despicable and hopeless bad woman!
Even though they have almost identical looks, Duke is a superhero who risked his soul to save the world!
Besides, the time and status don't match at all…
How could I doubt him?
What the hell am I crazy about!?
Different from Duke's cheating crocodile tears, Tyrande's tear glands really burst. She covered her face and let the tears flow out, saying non-stop: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I misunderstood you! It's really my fault. I shouldn't have doubted a hero like you..."
Duke withdrew his hands, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and showed Tyrande an extremely tall and broad back.
"Since it is confirmed to be a misunderstanding, that's good! In the past, I have never done anything to intentionally harm kind people. But in the future, I might be corrupted by the power of darkness and do something terrible. I hope that one day in the future, you can forgive me, and for the sake of my saving the world, give me a quick ending, and leave a fair and objective epitaph on my tombstone. That's enough!"
What is a hero?
This is a hero!
Even though he is trapped in an evil curse, he remains strong in spirit.
That kind of righteousness is truly a role model for all mortals in the world!
Whether Duke himself believed it or not, the four women in the room all believed it.
When Duke said this, not only Tyrande burst into tears, but even Sylvanas and Jaina were deeply moved and burst into tears. They could not control themselves at all and rushed into Duke's arms, crying on both sides.
Vanessa was secretly wiping away tears in the corner of the room.
No matter whether Duke will commit suicide in the future, with this foundation in place, even if the truth is revealed in the future, Duke probably won't have to die.
Uh, maybe die once or twice or something.
The matter was thus revealed, because the Alliance army, in cooperation with the night elves and less than 10,000 elite orcs, were chasing and intercepting the demon army in Felwood.
Three days later, only a few heroes and Tyrande and her less than 500 Moon Temple Sentinels arrived at Mount Hyjal.
A few days ago, this was the final battlefield of the war with the Burning Legion. As the center of that shocking explosion, the entire mountaintop was almost reduced to dust. The mountaintop, which used to be like a basin, was lowered by at least 50 meters because of the explosion. The lush mountaintop basin was now just a dead ruin without water, grass or trees.
However, Duke knew that this charred ruin would become a holy place again in a few decades, and the famous Nordrassil Inn would be built here.
With a slight sigh, Duke looked at the spiral-shaped space crack in front of him that was suspended in the air with a diameter of fifteen meters, and suddenly felt a little bit upset.
Another unknown change!
The offset of the world has completely gotten out of control, and even the system elves can't estimate how much overlap is left.
Now, all the wizards with the most profound knowledge in the world, or those with the biggest imaginations in the mysterious field, are here.
Duke, Jaina, Rhonin, Kael'thas and Krasus all walked around the portal.
"Is this the second Dark Portal?" Tyrande was very nervous. Although Nordrassil was destroyed, it was still an extremely sacred place in the eyes of the night elves. It was not fun to have a space crack in the holy place where demons or evil creatures kept running out.
Kael'thas was the first to give up. He was once the prince of elves, but he chose the wrong talents, basically all of them were in politics, and he majored in fire.
Rhonin was also sighing. It was true that he was an arcane master, but he was also more inclined towards combat, and all the extra talent points were put into diplomacy. During the ten years when Duke was missing, he was more busy maintaining the relationship between Nethergarde and Dalaran in the Cursed Land.
Under Aegwynn's guidance, Jaina's spatial magic advanced by leaps and bounds. She pondered for a moment and said, "After all, this was once the Well of Eternity. The high concentration of magic power that escaped supports this portal. It is indeed possible to teleport across galaxies."
The old and clever Krasus glanced at Duke and suddenly smiled: "Let me speak first. Otherwise, if Duke speaks, I will lose all my face."
Duke smiled and said nothing.
"In order to build this place into a second Dark Portal, two conditions must be met: one is that there must be a sufficiently large and stable spatial crack; the other is that there must be a stable source of magic power supply." At this point, Krasus raised two fingers: "Both conditions are not met here. It should be said that it is incomplete. This place is too unstable."
"What do you mean?" Tyrande asked.
Krasus smiled without saying anything, and raised his chin towards Duke as if he wanted to test him.
On Duke's retina, green system data was pouring down like a waterfall. Soon, Duke had an accurate answer: "If we leave it alone, nothing serious will happen here. But if a demigod-level wizard or warlock intervenes, then this place will be dangerous."
Duke suddenly spat fiercely.
Because he thought that if he were still the Great Mage Antonidas, with his and the system elves' astonishing control power, he could use this extremely rare magic power with spatial properties to bring back Alleria, Vereesa and the others.
The thought of this made him extremely irritated.
He still held out some hope: "Krasus, if we can get Malygos or Nozdormu to help, maybe we can use this power to bring your queen back to Azeroth."
When Krasus heard this, his eyes lit up and he could not suppress his excitement at all.
It has been ten years. He has lost contact with the queen he loves.
To say Duke isn't to blame would be a lie.
If Duke hadn't used that new gadget to 'deceive' his queen, Alexstrasza wouldn't have been blown into the void along with Karazhan.
Now that he heard that there was hope of bringing the queen back, Krasus was so happy that his heart almost flew out of his chest.
"Wait for me one day!"
It was no secret among the Alliance's top leaders that he was a dragon, but when he transformed, he almost scared Tyrande and her Sentinels.
In front of everyone, Krasus stretched out his arms.
At first it was just like the human skin was stretched, then it became longer and longer, while the slender fingers turned into red claws covered with bumps and cuticles.
His back arched rapidly, and a pair of red bat wings popped out from both sides of his shoulders at the same time.
His body seemed to be blown up and grew rapidly, turning into a big red lizard.
In just three or four seconds, Krasus grew bigger and bigger, from the size of four people to the size of five people, and finally to the size of ten people.
Immediately, any person or any elf seemed very small in front of him.
The Moon-Bright Mage Krasus turned into a dragon - Koleostrasz. He flapped his wings and soared into the sky. In a few breaths, he rushed into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.
Duke recovered from his raised-up state and retracted his gaze, only to find that the night elf sentinels had already knelt on the ground without him noticing, and even Tyrande, the high priestess of the Moon Goddess, bowed to them.
This is a tribute to the Dragonflight.
After all, it was the blessing of the three guardian dragons that gave the night elves immortality, everlasting youth, and ten thousand years of prosperity.
During this period, Tyrande had certainly heard about Duke's relationship with the Dragonflight.
What you hear is not as good as what you see.
Seeing that Duke had asked an ancient dragon to run errands for him with just a suggestion, it was easy to imagine how much weight Duke's words carried in front of the Giver of Life. Moreover, Mount Hyjal had just been destroyed, and the scorched earth needed Alexstrasza's support even more.
Tyrande couldn't help but look at Duke with a little more awe in her eyes.
Waiting is boring.
Of course, Jaina and Rhonin looked at the space crack with great interest. In the rest tent, Kael'thas brought a large group of his followers.
Duke was a little surprised to notice that Solarian, who was standing beside Kael'thas, was wearing a set of mage robes that didn't match the blood elves or high elves. Although it looked like the mage robes of Stormwind, the color and style were more like... Vanessa's maid uniform. What was even more eye-catching was that Solarian had a medal of the Edmund family pinned on her chest.
Walking up to Duke, Solarian knelt on one knee, and this time she spoke not the Elven language, but the very standard human common language.
"Dear hero Edmund Duke! According to the ancient oath I, Solarian, swore at the Thalass Pass, as long as my Lord Kael'thas can restore his reputation in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, I am willing to be your slave for the rest of my life. Now, the great astromancer Solarian has come as promised. I beg Master Edmund to take me in!"
If Solarian hadn't mentioned it, Duke would have forgotten about it.
Now that I think about it, they really meant it!
Duke was a little confused. He said in a trembling voice: "Kael'thas, this... didn't it mean that I stole your followers?"
The commander forced Kael'thas to smile gently and shook his head slowly: "No! Duke, you don't understand the ancient customs of the high elves. If a follower can sacrifice himself in exchange for the rebirth of his master, it is a great honor for a follower."
Not only Kael'thas, but also his followers such as Calpurnia and Teronikos nodded at the same time.
With tears in her eyes, Caponia smiled and said, "Lord Edmund, we are actually very envious of Solarian for being able to make such a great contribution to our master who is in desperate situation. Although we are more grateful to you, Lord Edmund..." As she spoke, she was already sobbing.
Kael'thas took a step forward, gently pulled Duke's right hand, and then placed Duke's hand on Solarian's head. It felt strange, and Duke almost retracted his hand.
Kael'thas explained: "If Solarian's new master is you, whether it's me, my followers, or Solarian herself, we are all willing. To be honest, if I didn't have a large number of followers following me, I would want to become your follower. So, please accept Solarian as your maid."
"This..." Duke still felt very strange after hearing Kael'thas say this. As a time traveler, although it was cool to take the second boss of Storm Fortress in history as a maid, it still felt a little weird.
Is it a bit too corrupt?
The kind-hearted Kael'thas didn't realize that Duke was being hypocritical, and foolishly advised Duke: "Just accept her. Aren't you a priest now? It's inconvenient for you to teleport, right? It's just right to accept her. And if you don't accept her, Solarian will be regarded by her compatriots as an exile with no credibility and extremely despicable. She is a lowly existence that is even worse than a slave!"
Caponia and other die-hard princes actually knelt down in unison and begged Duke in unison: "Please think twice, Lord Edmund! If you can accept Solarian, it will be an honor for her, and also an honor for all of us followers!"
Solarian was already in tears: "Master Edmund, please have mercy on me! Accept me! Otherwise I will have nowhere to go."
Actor Duke sighed and pretended to accept his fate.
Duke was really worried when Solarian didn't come. Although he could command Rhonin and Jaina to do things, Rhonin had to control Dalaran on his behalf, and Jaina was the queen. He was used to teleporting, and suddenly had to run, which was really unbearable.
Duke gently stroked Solarian's head and said, "Okay, you will be my maid from now on. When the time is right, I will send you out to be on your own."
"Thank you, Master!" Solarian knelt deeply with her forehead touching the ground.
Then, in front of everyone, Kael'thas used a pair of small scissors handed to him by Calpurnia to cut a small piece of the sleeve from the luxurious gold-trimmed sleeve, and Calpurnia handed the piece of cloth to Solarian who raised her hands.
Solarian held the piece of cloth and her tears flowed even harder.
"Your Highness Kael'thas! Please forgive me that Solarian can no longer serve you."
Kael'thas nodded with emotion: "Go! Duke is a good master! You must serve him wholeheartedly for the rest of your life! If you betray us, not to mention the Edmund family, we will definitely hunt you down, even to the end of the universe."
"Yes! I will!"