Chapter 407: I am your Windrunner

This was a battle between a hero and a demon lord, a battle that was both tragic and inspiring.

At the end of the battle, the demon lord cried, sobbing uncontrollably. She poured out all her grievances, all her sadness and unhappiness to the hero who had conquered her.

Then there was another inexplicable battle between the hero and the demon lord, until they were both exhausted...

The sun penetrated into the room, and the nearly sealed ice blocks acted like prisms, refracting the light of dawn. Alleria felt like she was waking up from a hangover, pushing away the thing that was pressing on her and making it hard for her to breathe. She cast her gaze into the distance.

The room was frozen, surprisingly, not much cold air leaked from the ice blocks, showing that their master was still controlling them well. Not only that, Alleria also sensed several ventilation holes left at the top of the room to prevent the people inside from suffocating.

Looking outside through the thin ice wall, all the scenery was hazy and beautiful. Alleria felt as if she was dreaming, forgetting her sorrow and all her unhappiness, immersing herself in a beautiful dream of a human named Duke.

"Eh? Duke!?" Alleria dug her fingers deeply into her long golden hair. It wasn't until then that she suddenly realized what had happened last night.

She finally noticed the thing she had pushed away and had fallen to the side of the bed.

"Damn it! Duke, what's wrong with you?" Alleria exclaimed.

Duke was stiff all over, like a long-dead corpse. Only those pitiful, spinning thieving eyes could tell that he was still very much alive.

Alleria suddenly noticed several lines of characters written in arcane energy floating in mid-air.

It was written in Common: "I lost control last night. In order to gain strength, I used the magic circuit to enhance my body. Now my whole body hurts..."

"Pfft!" Alleria burst out laughing. She even forgot to cover her beautiful body, letting her Mount Hyjal peaks tremble non-stop, making Duke's eyes go straight. He was excited, but... he could only stare.

Alleria quickly wrapped herself in a blanket, lifted Duke onto the bed, and then lay down next to him in a beautiful side-lying pose.

She gently drew circles on Duke's chest with her index finger, not a curse, just looking for something to do.

"I'm sorry, Duke. I've completely lost my reason these days. I shamelessly used our personal relationship to force you to do all sorts of irrational things. During this time, I only remembered that you were the only one who could help Quel'Thalas, but I forgot that you were also the deputy commander of the Alliance, the Grand Duke of Stormwind, and you also bear the future of humanity and the future of the Kingdom of Stormwind."

Duke replied with arcane energy typing: "It's okay. Helping the elven allies is still the main direction of the Alliance, so my subordinates, my friends, and other kings still support me."

Alleria lowered her head: "It's different. Wrong is wrong. Excessive is excessive. I will deeply reflect on myself. But, I have become very, very hateful of the Horde, I guess I will eagerly participate in the war between the Alliance and the Horde, until all the Horde are killed back, let those damn green skins roll back to their planet."

"On this point, we agree, only the Horde that has been burned clean after death is a good Horde." Duke continued typing.

Then, the air was filled with silence.

"By the way, we..." Duke typed out an unfinished ellipsis in the air.

Alleria let out a pleasant laugh, like a proud phoenix: "Hmph, little guy. Just because you toppled the demon lord once, you think you've conquered her? Want to marry me? Want the demon lord to willingly be your woman? Kid, you're still too naive."

"Uh."

"I am Windrunner? The symbol of the wind, have you ever seen the wind stay in a harbor? If you want to have me in the future? Sure. Wait until I'm in a good mood, otherwise... hmph!" Alleria let out a victorious laugh with pride.

Duke realized that he had been too presumptuous.

What happened to the saying, 'You've made your bed, now lie in it.'?

But on second thought, this was Alleria *Windrunner, the female hero who had the privilege to have her statue in the Valley of Kings in Stormwind in history. If she was like those weak ladies, she wouldn't be Alleria, but some unknown tragic noble lady.

Duke felt relieved.

But he suddenly found that Alleria had pulled down the blanket again, once again showing her infinite beauty, and... a mischievous smile on one side.

"Naughty boy, it felt great to cheat and oppress the demon lord with magic last night, didn't it? Now, the demon lord you speak of is about to counterattack."

With that said, Duke immediately felt a terrifying pressure, like a mountain pressing down on him, um, for about three seconds.

Alleria was actually a fool too.

Duke had lost control, and so had she. It seemed that she wanted the pain in her body to surpass the sorrow in her heart. She fought desperately last night, and as a result, she was now in great pain.

Just as she was about to bully Duke, she rolled on the bed in pain as soon as she touched him.

In the end, the two of them stared at each other, not recovering until the sun was high in the sky. They tidied up their clothes in embarrassment, like condemned prisoners facing the outside gaze.

The only consolation was that there weren't many people outside, just two.

One was the maid Vanessa, who had an expressionless face on the surface, but her eyes were full of contempt, looking at Duke as if he were a villain.

The other was Jandice, who was elegantly sipping the finest red tea while waiting for Duke.

Seeing Duke and Alleria come out together, Jandice glanced at their expressions and seemed to have an indescribable feeling. The lady of the Barov family adjusted her mentality well, she was still the dignified and generous Jandice, Duke's 'female disciple' and spokesperson at this moment.

Jandice first bowed to Alleria with the etiquette of a female host, then briefly explained the morning's events.

"Prince Kael'thas came to see you this morning, Master. I politely declined him on the grounds that you were in a night-long war conference with the kings via magical communication. In addition, seven councilors left visiting cards and gifts, which I temporarily kept for you. Finally, General Windsor hopes to get your next instruction."

Duke pondered for a moment.

"It's time for us to leave Quel'Thalas," Duke finished, casting his gaze at Alleria.

Truth be told, Duke had had enough of the arrogance and various brain-dead behaviors of the high elves. If it weren't for the Windrunner sisters who had made great achievements in history, Duke would absolutely not tolerate the arrogance of the high elves.

The eldest sister, Alleria, was one of the five heroes of the Expeditionary Force.

The second sister, Sylvanas, historically ruled the Forsaken and later became the Warchief of the Horde.

The youngest sister, Vereesa, was the leader of the staunch hawkish organization, the Silver Covenant, in the Alliance in later generations, and was the vanguard against various external enemies and the Horde.

All three of them were top talents, one in a million.

If it weren't for them, would Duke come to endure this nonsense?

However, now it was time to leave, and it was confirmed that most of these elves were not worth pitying. Then Duke had no more attachments.

Facing Duke's gaze, Alleria took out a blue badge and wore it on her ranger cloak's left shoulder.

Alleria said with unparalleled pride: "I am Alleria Windrunner, the Ranger-General under the Grand Duke of Stormwind, Duke Marcus."