Kil 'jaeden was a big boss who had a lot of things to deal with every day. He didn't have the time to beat around the bush with Duke. After all, Duke was one of them, so he went straight to the point. "I'm here to give you a mission. Go to a planet called Azeroth and open a portal that allows the entire army to pass through. As long as you complete this, not only will you be able to bind your soul to the Twisting Nether, but you will also be able to choose one item from my collection as your family heirloom. "
Hearing this, Duque was so happy that his heart was about to fly out of his chest.
Damn, he was finally sure that that bastard Nozdormu did not send him at the wrong time. It was indeed the eve of the Ancient War ten thousand years ago, and if he was not wrong, he was very likely to replace Mannoroth's position …
Although he was happy, Duque showed another characteristic. "I promise to complete the mission! I only have one small question … "
"You ask, I may not answer." Kil 'jaeden showed enough arrogance.
"I want to ask, sir, did you give me your reward the moment I open the portal?" Duque rubbed his hands, his face full of eagerness like the greediest goblin.
This time, Duque's desire was not fake.
According to normal history, he would only have the chance to overthrow Kil 'jaeden and snatch his mother after at least ten years!
He did not expect to have the chance to get Dandan's collection in advance. It would be strange if Duque was not tempted.
This kind of undisguised greed made Kil 'jaeden admire him greatly. "Haha! The Burning Legion is never stingy with rewards. As long as the portal you open is large and stable enough, when the main force of the Burning Legion's First Fleet enters Azeroth, how about I reward you with three treasures? "
"Then, it's a deal?"
Kil 'jaeden seemed to be satisfied with this meeting. He waved his hand, and a scorching Föhn wind rose in the room. If the Dark Force surrounding Duque was slightly weaker, Duque would have been a charred corpse by now.
"You have my promise. Go and rest first. You also need to adapt to the sudden increase in power in your body. My aide will give you the details tomorrow. "
Duque bowed deeply to Dandan and retreated.
The moment Duque retreated, the Eredar Twins appeared on the two floating platforms.
"What do you think?" Kil 'jaeden put on a fake smile. Every breath he took was accompanied by a huge amount of flames.
"Smart, sharp, ruthless, insightful, and shrewd. If he's from the Eredar Tribe, then he'll definitely be an outstanding demon," Alisses said.
"One thing to note, he's very greedy. I sensed that he had an almost twisted obsession with exquisite equipment. Hehehe! "Queen Salolas let out a pleasant chuckle.
"Not only that, although he hid it well and never dared to look us in the eye, I'm sure that he wants to enslave us!" Aures also chuckled.
"Haha! Hahahaha! " Kil 'jaeden laughed maniacally. His laughter was so loud and terrifying that it actually shattered the decorations in the hall and the stone pillars hanging at the top of the hall. They fell into the lava pool and splashed high into the air.
The Eredar Twins bowed at the same time with a charming smile on their faces.
"Those inferior races that were destroyed by our hands call us demons! Since we're demons, what's wrong with being greedy? What's wrong with destroying? What's wrong with trying to dominate everything in the world? Remember, it's never desire that's wrong. The only mistake is that you don't have enough power to satisfy your own desire! Hahahaha! "
The Twins lowered their heads even more.
They had already confirmed that their master had a good impression of the new lord of the inferior race, the Infernal Affairs.
However, as a demon commander who was good at scheming, Kil 'jaeden was never stingy with his generous rewards, as long as you could complete his extremely harsh requirements …
Furthermore, how could demons put all their eggs in one basket?
On the other side, he retreated from the reception room.
Under the guidance of a succubus, Duque first rejected the succubus' invitation to spend a wonderful night together, then directly returned to the suite that was arranged for him.
In the living room that was filled with a sci-fi atmosphere, he saw the anxious Grom Hellscream.
"Infernal Affairs … Master!" Lord Howl, who was never a qualified actor, clearly knew that he was acting, called the 'Master' in an extremely obscure manner.
Duque's face was cold as he proudly replied, "Mantis Shrimp! I know that you've never accepted me! You don't recognize me as your master! This doesn't matter, I will make you kneel down in front of my power one day with a wholehearted heart! No matter what you want to ask, I don't have the time to answer you. Right now, I've received a mission from one of the highest commanders of the Burning Legion, Sir Kil 'jaeden. I need to go to Azeroth. If you have any questions, go to Azeroth and talk. "
With that, Duque flicked his sleeves and left in a domineering manner. His left hand pressed on the spherical button on the side of the door, and the glass-like sphere emitted a burst of green light. Then the door to the bedroom opened, and Duque strode in.
Before the door closed, Duque's words floated out. "I'm going to rest. Don't disturb me before Kil 'jaeden's adjutant arrives."
The door seemed to be closing slowly, but it was actually closing very quickly.
Grom, who seemed to be in a daze, was left behind in the middle of the hall. But in fact, his heart was already in turmoil.
Wait until we get back to Azeroth?
Is there someone watching here?
But doesn't that mean … Duque is fine?
He's fine?!
I've already fallen into madness after being stained with that little bit of demonic blood. He absorbed so much dark energy, and he's still able to maintain his sense of self?
Grom stood with his right hand on his left chest, listening to his heartbeat and savoring the bitterness in his mouth. Suddenly, he raised his head forty-five degrees and stared at the distorted void outside the porthole.
His throat gurgled. "It's so hard to not be able to repay a debt of gratitude!"
Grom was no longer young. Although in the eyes of his compatriots, he was a great hero whose name was engraved on Orgrimmar's newly erected Hero Monument, a living legend.
Only he himself felt that he, who had wrongly encouraged everyone to drink the demonic blood, did not deserve the title of 'great hero'.
Thinking back to the time when he fought against Mannoroth, he survived thanks to Duque's help. After that day, he had a very mysterious feeling. Not only did he escape a curse that was destined to lead to tragedy, but he also seemed to have broken the noose of fate.
It was a vague and vague feeling of fate.
But his intuition, which had never been wrong in his life, told him that it was correct.
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