That's right, Azshara was taller than Duque.
After kneeling and lowering her noble head, she was just a lowly existence compared to Duque.
A pair of soft hands carefully held Duque's hand as if he was holding a holy relic.
Queen Azshara slowly moved her beautiful face closer to Duque's fingers, and slightly opened her purple lips that looked like they were painted with lip gloss.
The lips that countless High Elves dreamed of gently kissed the ring on Duque's finger.
"Ah —" A lingering moan could easily make a man think of some adult toys.
Her eyes were blurry, her face was flushed, and that terrible ending sound made almost all the Night Elves look up secretly, but only Azshara was enjoying herself.
"Oh, this power! This sweetness! "
High purity and low concentration of dark power flowed down her lips and down her throat. The warm feeling quickly spread from her stomach to every inch of her blood vessels, and into every cell.
Azshara could clearly feel her body rejoicing, excited and ecstatic at the injection of this new power.
Queen Azshara finally confirmed that this was indeed the power of a 'god', the most perfect power given to the High Elves by the heavens!
Even though she longed for more dark power, Queen Azshara was a very sensible woman. She took a step back and knelt in front of Duque.
"I, Azshara, feel the power of a 'god'! My lord's messenger, Great Lord Dooku! Please read the will of 'god'! "
The Queen knelt in front of him, her beautiful silver hair draped over her bare shoulders. Her gorgeous dress spread out on the ground made Azshara look like a blooming violet.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Queen did not conform to human aesthetics, perhaps this would be a very erotic scene …
Since it had nothing to do with hobbies, then of course it was official business!
Duque calmly retracted his hand and said in a clear voice, "The will of Lord Sargeras is for you to offer up the Well of Eternity as a reward for your promotion. You will be granted great dark energy and true immortality! As for the first step, I hope that you can quickly build a giant teleportation gate that is big enough for my Lord and the Burning Legion to pass through. Do you have any objections? "
Azshara frowned and said with some difficulty, "The High Elves have no objections, but there are many Night Elves who reject arcane magic. They believed in the Moon Goddess, Elune, and the Way of Nature. I think they will firmly reject the Lord's arrival … "
Duque sneered. "Then, why can't we find a way to prevent the outside world from interfering with our plan to build the portal? This will make things much easier for you in the future. "
Savis, who was kneeling at the side, raised his head and opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain. The natural division within the Night Elves was very difficult to unify. But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he realized that there was nothing he could say.
If it could be done easily, they would have done it long ago.
Azshara was a little confused about Duque's words at first, until Duque added another sentence.
"I mean, to forever avoid interference from within …"
This time, both Azshara and Savis understood.
Their faces turned pale in an instant.
Duque was hinting that if negotiations and political means could not solve the problem, then they should prepare for war.
"Azshara, you are a queen." Duque commented on Azshara as if she was a passerby who had nothing to do with him. His deep black eyes gazed into her golden eyes, and his gaze gradually became stern. "But if a queen can't even control her own subjects, then it means that she is not worthy of the crown on her head. I think you understand what I mean. Of course, my Lord hopes that there was only one Azshara in the past, and in the future. "
Duque's words were quite artistic and very sharp.
The queen and Savis left in a daze.
They saw hope and a way to obtain new power, but they were also forced into a dead end. Either they raised their butcher's knife against those Nature Elves who were unwilling to submit, or they offended the extremely powerful "God" that they worshipped very much. He could either raise his butcher's knife against the Nature Elves who were unwilling to submit, or offend the 'God' that he worshipped and possessed immeasurable power.
Worst of all, Duke had only given them three days to think it over.
Almost as soon as the Night Elves left, Grom looked at Duque with a toothache.
Almost as soon as the Night Elves left, Grom looked at Duke with a toothache.
"Why are you looking at me?" Grom asked. "Did you forget that I told you about the original direction of this history?"
That's right, Duque had indeed confessed this part of history to Grom. Lord Roar also knew that it was Queen Azshara who had sided with Sargeras that led to the famous ancient war in the World of Azeroth.
Even though he knew this was the case, Lord Roar still felt his balls ache!
At the thought of Duque seriously luring others to kill their own kind, and possibly succeeding, Grom felt a pang in his heart. If Duque used similar methods against the tribe in the future, would the tribe be able to withstand Duque's schemes?
No matter how he looked at it, after being cursed by Archeron and undergoing the dark power baptism, Duque seemed to have a lot more evil tricks up his sleeves!
Grom struggled for a while, but still asked. If he did not ask, he was afraid that he would go crazy. "Aren't you afraid that Queen Azshara will suddenly attack and really destroy the Night Elves that originally belonged to the victor's side? Or are you going to secretly inform the Night Elves when the Queen makes her move? "
Duque wagged his right index finger proudly, and then handed Grom a list written in Kadore. "This is a list of the Moon Guardians provided by Savis. According to Savis, these are the strongest who are absolutely loyal to the Queen in both magic and martial arts. If I am willing to use dark power to strengthen them, please choose from these elves first. "
Grom gritted his teeth for a long time. "I don't know elven language."
"No! I just want to tell you that I saw a very interesting name in this list. "Duque pointed at a name." This name is Illidan Stormrage! "
"Illidan …" Grom did not react to the name at first. After all, he was not a true transmigrator. After all, they had just fought the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Even if Grom did not want to care about the Night Elves, he at least remembered who had fought alongside him on the Night Elves' side.
Grom's heart suddenly tightened. He suddenly understood.
Duque's smile was incomparably pure. Yes! Pure as a fox. "Illidan's brother is called Malfurion. At this point in time, the woman they are madly pursuing is Tyrande Whisperwind."
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