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... Lothar, Duke felt ashamed.

His title of legendary hero is more like a blasphemy to the word "hero".

It has nothing to do with past performance, it is purely a difference in ideological level.

Duke summoned up the courage to say, "Yes, Anduin, in fact, you may also know that the longevity of the high elves and their original ancestors, the night elves, actually comes from the blessing of the dragons. To be precise, it comes from the blessing of Nozdormu."

Lothar h ...

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