The girl's face revealed an expression of boundless joy. This was not an act, but a genuine expression of joy.
Looking at the girl's eyes that were filled with confusion, uneasiness, and fear, turned into the current peace and hope, Duke wondered if he had really fallen, turning his head and accepting a gift.
"What's your name?" Duque asked.
Unexpectedly, the girl did not answer him. Instead, she took two steps back and knelt down.
"Master, please bestow me a name!"
"I'm asking you what's your name?" Duque was a little embarrassed.
"No one treats me as a High Elf anymore. My old name has already lost its meaning. So please bestow me a name, Master. "
Duque asked a few times, but the girl still refused to answer. Duke was also discouraged. He could not bring anyone from this era with him, so he thought to himself, Alright, I'll just leave her with Tyrande later. After all, everything I'm doing now is just a temporary measure to numb the enemy.
"Celia! Yes, from now on, you'll be called Celia Ubitilia! "Duque's bad taste kicked in.
The girl happily accepted. She placed her hands on her shoulders and bowed to Duque. "From now on, I'm only yours, Celia Ubitilia!"
"Come here!"
"Yes!"
The shadowy Duque stretched out a black finger and gently slid it down from Celia's shoulder. As the girl trembled slightly, his fingertip slid across her collarbone, through the canyon, and landed near her navel.
Even though she was embarrassed, the girl still quietly endured the slight uneasiness and fear in her heart.
"Hmm, I didn't expect your aptitude to be top-notch." To be honest, Duque was quite surprised. He had thought that Queen Azshara would throw a sugar-coated bullet at him, and that she would at most be a charming vase. But upon inspection, he realized that this was a completely undeveloped piece of virgin land!
Don't get the wrong idea.
He was talking about the aptitude of the girl now called Celia.
Although she was not very powerful now, her bones, muscles, and magic circuits that had yet to fully take shape all had top-notch potential!
It was only a matter of time before she entered the realm of heroes.
The rarest thing was that, like most of the Moon Guards, she cultivated both magic and martial arts!
He leaned towards agility, but deep down, he was still an intelligent hero.
Who was she?
Another tragic character who was buried in the long river of history, unable to become a hero?
Duque sighed in his heart. Speaking of which, the ancient era was also an era where heroes came forth in large numbers. Think about it, Dahryma Sunstrider, who founded the Cuel Salas Kingdom, was now an unremarkable existence among the Elven nobles. His awkward Radiant Moon strength left him in a dilemma.
Celia, who was praised by Duque, was slightly happy, but she didn't dare to be arrogant. "Master, please take pity on me."
"Pity? As long as you pay your eternal loyalty to me, I will! " Duque stood up and allowed her to follow behind him. "I'm not interested today. Take care of Tyrande first!"
Celia's eyes flashed with unwillingness. She was sent by the Empress. Who would have thought that she would have to serve a captive, a slave-like existence?
However, she adjusted her attitude very well.
She was already dead in the past. Now, she had to hold onto Duque's thigh tightly.
When Duque returned to his side palace, Tyrande was furious. She cursed in her heart, "Du Kang, you bastard! You just took me last night, and now you're going out for a change?! "
She knew that she didn't love this man, but she couldn't help but get angry.
Du Kang had been implicated!
Last night, during the intense battle, Duque had followed 'history' and called himself Du Kang to Tyrande. And now, unbeknownst to Du Kang, Du Kang had been implicated.
Whoosh! Winesage Du's coffin couldn't hold on any longer!
Duque had no idea …
"Master of the Infernal Tunnel, she is …" Tyrande pretended to be calm as she asked.
"Celia, the dancer that Queen Azshara gave me. However, she's now my maid. From today onwards, she will serve you. "
Celia came up and bowed respectfully.
Tyrande's eyes twitched, and she felt a sense of relief. It seems like this bastard still cares about my feelings … Tyrande! Endure! You have to endure! All of this was a personal sacrifice for the sake of destroying the Burning Legion! As long as they could destroy those demons, they would be able to avenge their comrades. Furthermore, this was something that even Elune had agreed to. This was the will of the Goddess …
A woman's thoughts were very subtle.
In a situation like this, Tyrande unconsciously treated Duque as her greatest support. At the same time, her righteousness drove her to do all sorts of things that she didn't want to do.
This was especially so when Duque brought back an Elven girl who was as beautiful as her. This made Tyrande feel even more threatened.
After a night of interaction, she had a deep understanding of the two sides of Duque. At this moment, Duque's will was undoubtedly good. However, in order to hide in the Burning Legion, he had no choice but to keep a large amount of dark energy in his body. Even if this was for the sake of a noble goal, she found that the darkness was still quietly devouring Duque's soul.
This was a very bad sign.
If Duque really fell! She would also be consigned to eternal damnation. What was more terrifying was that it could lead to the destruction of the World of Azeroth!
Glancing at the Elven girl called Celia, Tyrande shyly approached Duque and whispered into his ear, "I will try to like you during this period of time! Bastard! "
Duque smiled bitterly. Of course, 'during this period of time' was referring to the Burning Legion's destruction.
Fine, you can do whatever you want.
A pure white dress wrapped around Tyrande's well-built and voluptuous body.
She did not twist her waist or strut around in a lotus position. Just the way Tyrande walked naturally to the center of the palace gave off a strange sense of holiness.
She gently took off her boots, revealing a pair of long legs that could easily rival most human women in seconds before Duque's eyes.
In the next moment, the solemn priestess' aura disappeared. What was left was a never-before-seen charm that only a mature woman could have.
It was a strange scene. Without any accompaniment, Tyrande danced elegantly and gracefully, her body moving up and down. She displayed her energy and passion to her heart's content, but the way she looked at Duke was incomparably complicated.
Resentment, resentment, faint hatred, and a hint of submission.
Unknowingly, the song ended. Duque had already carried Tyrande to the sofa and started groping her to his heart's content.
Tyrande had no choice but to give in. She closed her eyes, but did not resist Duke's advances.
At this moment, Gemini's voice suddenly came from the entrance of the palace.
"Oh, Infernal Emissary, let me introduce you to a strong Kaldorei who has joined the army — Illidan Stormrage!"
When Tyrande's eyes met the familiar amber eyes, Tyrande felt as if the world was ending.
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