Chapter 1879: Chapter 1272: Journey to Argus
“What did you say?”
Though he had already given a high estimation of the Tribunal’s power, Varian still couldn’t believe his ears. He lifted his head from the strategy table, staring blankly at Duanmu Huai.
“We are heading to Argus now… oh, another planet. According to Wei Lun, most of the Burning Legion’s soldiers come from there. It’s not my style to sit back and take hits; it’s more efficient to snuff out the enemy directly. So, I plan to make a trip to Argus to take down the Demon Army there. Do you want to come along for a visit?”
“???”
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s invitation, Varian and the others exchanged bewildered looks.
“But we have governmental affairs to handle, and the return of the Expeditionary Force to Azeroth is also a significant event. We simply cannot leave for long…”
“It won’t take long. If we depart now…”
While speaking, Duanmu Huai glanced at his personal terminal.
“Hmm, we should be back before dinner.”
“???”
If it weren’t for Duanmu Huai’s calm demeanor, everyone would have thought he was raving.
“Utterly ridiculous.”
At this moment, the High Priest of the Night Elves, Tyrande Whisperwind, sneered from the other side.
“I admit your Tribunal’s warship is quite powerful, but dealing with an entire world of the Burning Legion’s demons isn’t something a single warship can handle. Besides, I seriously doubt whether you’ve made some deal with the Burning Legion, planning to lure us there and serve us up as a gift to them.”
“Hmph, foolish darkskin mongrel.”
Facing Tyrande’s sarcasm, Duanmu Huai glanced at her disdainfully.
“With your ant-like intelligence, I can’t be bothered to explain. Idiotic and ignorant fools like you are ultimately just frogs in a well. Whether you come or not makes no difference to me, as if I need to beg you.”
“You…!”
Hearing Duanmu Huai’s response, Tyrande immediately looked grim, but before she could speak again, Duanmu Huai abruptly reached out and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her into the air.
“Listen up, darkskin.”
Duanmu Huai stared into Tyrande Whisperwind’s eyes, an unmistakable hint of bloody murder in his gaze.
“I’ve never liked you frail and arrogant monkeys. In whatever world, you pointy-eared lowly bastards are always the best at stirring trouble. Arrogant, ignorant, self-deluded in controlling everything, then played for fools by demons, leading them to new worlds… If you don’t want me to burn your darkskin wretches’ forests to ashes, then shut up. If you dare utter even a single syllable more…”
At this point, Duanmu Huai glared at Tyrande.
“I’ll greatly enjoy your lovely screams.”
After saying this, Duanmu Huai casually tossed Tyrande Whisperwind aside like garbage onto the ground.
Witnessing this, the kings of the other races stood statue-like, noses and eyes downcast, as if unperturbed by the scene.
Well, it’s none of our business, but what a satisfying insult.
After all, it was well-known that it was the High Elves’ queen’s idiocy that brought the Burning Legion to Azeroth in the first place. The reason, just as Duanmu Huai said, was the Elves’ conceited arrogance and hubris… Had it not been for their mess, Azeroth wouldn’t be invasively threatened every other day now.
Even though the Elves have long since severed ties with that foolish queen of theirs, wasn’t she your Elven queen at the end of the day? With your Elves’ usual arrogance and conceit, if not Azshara, any other Elf queen would likely have ended the same way… Sure, it’s possible for other races too.
But we are just possible, the Elves summoning the Burning Legion is a settled fact.
It’s even arguable that all of Azeroth’s countless years of suffering boil down to the Burning Legion summoned by the Elves back then, doesn’t it?
Not to mention that this group of darkskin monkeys has never been particularly likable, always throwing their weight around due to their long lifespans, looking down on others. Unfortunately, they have demigods protecting them and consorting with the Dragon Race, so others might not dare to say much, even if discontented.
But now, the Tribunal doesn’t give a damn about you, let alone your husband, hehe…
“……”
Under the gaze of the other kings, Tyrande stood up with a livid face, clutching her throat, and glared fiercely at Duanmu Huai. Although everyone was hoping she’d muster up the courage to retort, Tyrande just shot Duanmu Huai a look before turning and leaving.
Hmm, the last Night Elf who couldn’t out-argue Duanmu Huai also turned and walked away. Is retreat after a failed confrontation a Night Elf tradition?
As for whether Duanmu Huai could really transform the Night Elves’ home into a sea of flames—yeah, that’s not even in question.
Everyone saw how the Forsaken perished, which is why Tyrande is swallowing her resentment.
Is she daring enough to bet that Duanmu Huai is all talk and won’t burn Teldrassil to ashes?
Of course, she doesn’t dare.
Because Duanmu Huai definitely would dare.
After this little incident, the other kings quickly made their decisions.
Varian was the first to decide he would go personally, appointing Duke Vutagen to act in his stead while he’s away. I have to admit, this somewhat surprised Duanmu Huai. He still remembered meeting Varian in Stormwind, where the latter trembled in fear before Black Dragons, looking utterly cowardly. But the current Varian had grown much stronger, even a bit aggressive. Even facing Duke Vutagen’s discouragement, he was determined to head to Argus to meet the Burning Legion.