Duque was someone who paid attention to the bigger picture.
If he did not, he would have been destroyed during the first Dark Portal. Even though he was known as the Destroyer of History, he was still trying his best to control the direction of the bigger picture and make Azeroth's situation better.
Duque was a very timid person.
But it was this kind of person who could always burst out with unimaginable courage when he was forced into a corner, slaying demons and ghosts along the way, even earning himself the title of a great hero.
The conflicted Duque was, of course, very clear about the current situation. If he did not get rid of the Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients, or if he was exposed and died here, then everything would be over.
If he did not get rid of the Burning Legion, Azeroth would be a land of death in ten thousand years. At the same time, Nozdorm would definitely be killed now, not ten thousand years later.
If he died here, even if the outcome of the War of the Ancients was the same, it would be meaningless.
Thus, preserving himself and maintaining the original outcome of the War of the Ancients were parallel and not conflicting.
Duque never thought of himself as a saint who was compassionate and wanted to save all the innocent in the world. Thus, people and things that went against these two points could be sacrificed when necessary.
Even if millions of Elves had died since the start of the War of the Ancients, he did not have any psychological burden. To Duque, this was no different from when he commanded the Alliance's soldiers on the battlefield during the War of the Dark Portal and World War II.
But when he saw Tyrande, this' old comrade ', Duque felt his balls ache.
Just a second ago, he had used the excuse of 'not wanting to climb a tree' to reject Gemini's probing. The next second, Tyrande, what was the meaning of this?
Even if he was unjustly attacked, this was not the way to lie down!
This was like a beautiful back flip ten times and then a 3600 degree flip to the side to hit the muzzle of a gun!
Do you want me to slap myself in the face and pretend to be gay? Do you believe that Gemini will immediately find a few strong and handsome men to trick me?
Moreover, with a female demon like Gemini, it was obvious whether Tyrande had entered Du Que's aesthetic range or not!
At this moment, Du Que suddenly entered a huge crisis that concerned his life and the survival of his soul!
As long as he took a single wrong step, he would immediately be consigned to eternal damnation!
Of course, as a traitor, he could immediately kill his way out of Azshara City and return to the Night Elves' side. However, if that were to happen, how would he be able to continue with the act of an egg pretending to rebel?
If he rebelled and the Burning Legion didn't believe Illidan and killed him, then this show wouldn't be able to continue!
Duque swallowed his saliva.
Gemini immediately understood what Seiji meant.
Aures's eyes were like silk. "Hehe! No wonder our Lord of the Infernal Affairs doesn't like ordinary goods. "
Queen Salolas even came closer and blew a breath of hot air on Duque's neck. "A high priest of the indigenous gods … This is indeed something that those coquettish bitches can't compare to. Infernal Affairs, good eyes! "
What else could he say in the face of such unreliable likes from the Eredar Twins? The only thing he could do in the spiritual world was to put on his signature 45-degree tearful pose — Actually, you guys don't understand my heart!
I am innocent!
I'm just a lowly and cowardly university animal!
Which one of you will give me a yellow river! I want to wash away the stain on my name as the Duke of Beasts!
Savis, who had become the Satyr King, strode into the hall with a few High Elves who had voluntarily become Satyrs. The unconscious Tyrande, who was being carried by the back of her collar and swinging around like a puppet, not only attracted the attention of Duque and the others, but also the other Void Lords.
"Yo, Savis, looks like you brought back a good toy." A Lord of Morgor walked towards Savis.
Morgor was a one-story tall humanoid demon. At first glance, it looked like an extremely burly humanoid fatty. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that it had a thick and deformed arm, as well as a huge foot with only two sharp toes.
Savis frowned when he saw the newcomer, especially when he saw the skulls of the Night Elf Priestesses tied around his waist that were filled with fear and malevolent expressions.
"Barbaro! This is the high priest of the Moon Goddess Elune, Tyrande Whisperwind! "Savis seemed to emphasize.
"So what? I love torturing and killing the priestesses of the indigenous gods! Although many of them are still calling out their god's name until the last moment of their lives, most of them crumble when they see me torturing and killing their companions. They pray that I won't hurt them. But, hehe … "
Evidently, the row of heads was the result of those who begged for mercy.
"Yo, Infernal, aren't you going to snatch that priestess? Once she falls into Barbaro's hands, she'll be gone soon. "Queen Saloras incited Duque.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
Perhaps it was Barbaro's foul breath that woke Tyrande up. Tyrande retaliated the moment she woke up.
An unsuccessful counterattack!
Savis, who was still carrying Tyrande, defeated her counterattack with a single spell.
Originally, Barbaro should have grabbed Tyrande and pierced her body with his claws.
But at this moment, a miracle happened. Tranquil moonlight suddenly shone from Tyrande's body, forming billions of tiny white runes that wrapped around her like a white veil.
As the Lord of Morgur, Barbaro's deformed and thick arms could easily crush a Dwarven steam tank into dough. However, his claws could not penetrate the five centimeters of space on Tyrande's body.
It was a miraculous layer of absolute protection!
"What power is this!?" In a fit of rage, Barbaro grabbed Tyrande's petite body and flung her away. Tyrande was thrown into a daze.
"Huh?!" This time, it wasn't just Duque. Even the other lords were interested in Tyrande.
There were more than ten lords in this hall. Most of them had just been teleported here and were still waiting for orders to go to the frontlines. They all gathered and began to attack Tyrande with all sorts of methods.
It was obvious that Elune was displaying her miracles to these barbaric Void Lords. The lords could seal Tyrande's attack power and even knock her unconscious, but they could not truly harm or torture her.
The lords howled, but there was nothing they could do.
This made Duque secretly heave a sigh of relief.
According to the original history, the Demon Lords, who were at their wits' end, could only imprison Tyrande. Then, there was the legendary scene of Tyrande's escape.
Suddenly, Alises sneered. "You useless things! Since you can't deal with her, then scram. "
Saloras put a hand on Duque's shoulder. "Oh, Infernal Affairs, as long as you nod, we can help you deal with this Tyrande."
Duque spat out a mouthful of blood!
Damn it!
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