That day, Duque was a little bored.
As the person in charge of the Burning Legion in Azshara, Duque needed to ensure that the forward operating base of Azshara would not fall. As for the portal that Salas always used, it was just a decoration. Everyone knew that before killing the Dragon Aspect or obtaining a stronger source of magic, it could not be opened.
Kil 'jaeden did not rush Duque, and he was happy to be at ease.
After browsing through the battle reports of the Burning Legion's higher-ups on the Magic Mirror that could transmit information, Duque yawned. Basically, all paths were swept away, and there was no resistance at all. Only the northwest side of Old Kalimdor near Mount Hyjal, the Burning Legion was stuck in a quagmire of resistance.
This was because a large number of demigods in Azeroth had made their move.
They tried to counterattack the legion, consciously avoiding Archimonde and only targeting the other legions on the flanks. The Burning Legion lost a few lords and returned to the Twisting Nether. Archimonde was furious, and sent a few of the more capable lords who were on standby in Azshara to the frontlines.
But this had nothing to do with Duque.
"Hmm? The queen invited me to watch a dance? "Duque tilted his head when he received the message from the three elven maids. Initially, Duque did not want to go, but Duque did not want to go back to his palace, because he did not know how to face Tyrande.
After some thought, Duque agreed. After handing over some trivial matters to the Gemini, Duque went to the queen's palace.
Azshara was obviously surprised that Duque had agreed to watch the dance. After all, Duque had been using work as an excuse to avoid the invitations of the High Elves. For a period of time, Azshara almost thought that Duke was a stubborn demon who was extremely self-disciplined and difficult to deal with.
With Archimonde's arrival and the supply of high-purity demonic crystals to the High Elves, as well as the news she received last night, Azshara's view of Duque had changed.
Before Sargeras arrived, her dream of becoming the Demon Queen was temporarily over. The commander of the army, Archimonde, was also a typical warrior, a boorish man. Azshara, who could not find any connections, seemed to want to invest more in Duque.
Duque saw through this but did not point it out. After all, Queen Azshara was not a good person. Invest! Just invest as much as you want! In any case, regardless of whether I succeed or fail, you will suffer a loss! If I can't make you die, consider it my loss!
Duque made up his mind. If Azshara dared to throw a sugar-coated bullet at him, then he would eat the sugar and send the bullet flying back.
After some small talk, Duque sat on the sofa beside Queen Azshara's lounge chair.
With a look from Queen, the band next to her immediately started playing.
Unlike the pure and natural Night Elves' music, the High Elves' music could be said to be decadent. This was an era without violins, but there were harps and unknown stringed instruments similar to the zither of the Night Elves.
Accompanied by the provocative sound of the harp and soft percussion, the heavy curtain that covered the roof suddenly opened.
It was an Elven girl with fair skin. She danced a rather gentle Elven dance to the music.
The accompaniment gradually became more intense, and the girl's dance became more and more relaxed. Soon, it was no longer that relaxed. Duque could feel the explosive feeling in his mind.
She threw Duque a flying glance, her snow-white dress fluttering in the surging wind.
Following the ever-changing rhythm, the Elven girl kept moving her fair and flat abdomen. Her five fingers that were as white as spring onions gently spread out, her pinky and ring fingers curving inwards towards her palm. Intentionally or unintentionally, she stuck out her Atlank Mountains.
That's right, it was not as high as Tyrande's, but it was still a grade lower than the Atlank Mountains, and it had the whiteness of a snow mountain.
Obviously, Night Elves would not have such skin color. Duque could even feel that this should be some kind of exaggerated magical transformation.
Queen Azshara was also very efficient, coming up with it in one night.
Duque suddenly smiled bitterly.
But this was also to his liking.
At least it was better than looking at purple High Elves every day and thinking that they might have a purple child …
The elven girl waved her perky arms with all her might. Her bare feet were as white as snow, and she displayed all of her beauty with her extremely fast and complicated body movements.
The fast dance steps were like the European fox trot. Her dancing was sometimes elegant, sometimes sensual, sometimes charming, and sometimes mysterious. Furthermore, because there was not much cloth on her upper body, only two palm-wide cloth straps that wrapped from the back of her neck to the front of her chest, the girl's dance also had the alluring characteristics of a belly dance, and it was too much for the eyes to take in.
Her expression was so confident, so proud, so ambiguous, and so seductive. It was as if she was the Goddess of Beauty, Venus. Everything was so seductive, and full of beauty.
Duque seemed to be in a trance. It was as if the Elven girl in front of him had completely overlapped with the artificial beauties in South Korea before he transmigrated!
As she wriggled, a large piece of the Elven girl's long skirt fell off, and he could see an opening that looked like a cheongsam from the side, revealing the sexy and slender side of her thighs. As she wriggled, she kicked off her high heels, revealing a pair of smooth and small feet. As she wriggled, the Queen had quietly left the scene, and the curtains blocked the surroundings. It was as if only the girl and Duque were left in the whole world.
Without a doubt, this Elven girl was a seductress level beauty. Her body was a mixture of an angel and a demon.
Angels had the fairest skin, while demons had the most voluptuous bodies. The seductress had two great advantages, and that seductive dance was enough to arouse the interest of any man in the world.
Looking at the Elven girl who was already kneeling between his legs and secretly showing off her beauty, and looking at him with an expectant gaze, Duque's balls ached.
He, who was still in a state of back pain, was powerless!
"You're not bad. Did Her Majesty say anything to you?" Duque's lips curled into a smile.
"From today onwards, I'm the possession of Lord Infernal Affairs." The girl was trembling a little. Her eyes were filled with passion and fear. She was afraid that Duque would reject her.
She couldn't imagine that she had committed such a great sin and had to change her body. Her skin had become fair, and it was impossible for her to change back. Just like her compatriots who had become Satyrs, this transformation was irreversible. If she still wasn't accepted by Duque, she didn't dare to imagine what would happen to her when she returned.
The Queen had never been a truly benevolent ruler.
"Alright, you'll follow me!"
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