The situation in front of him gave Duque a headache.
He was terrified!
He was terrified!
Although he knew that Illidan was pretending, Illidan was still terrified!
This was something that countless players could not do back then. He deserved to die, and he was unrepentant. This was the impression that most old players had of Illidan. Perhaps in the later versions, Illidan would be cleared. But until Duque transmigrated, Illidan was that miserable, pitiful, and hateful guy.
Regardless of whether he was redeemed in the later versions, one thing was for sure. In the end, he never got Tyrande.
Mysticism could not save the innocent, and money could not change one's fate!
This was the case for black people like Illidan.
Even mysticism could not save this African chief. Even if he went to the Goddess of Fate to buy money, he could not take away any of the cups and cutlery on his bitter coffee table of fate.
So after thinking for a while, Duque decided to let Illidan be black all the way.
Tyrande, whose power was sealed, did not have much strength. Although she struggled hard, Duque still grabbed her slender and flexible waist tightly, displaying the aura that an evil Void Lord should have.
The surrounding air was quickly dyed black, and the surging and overbearing dark power instantly became the only main melody within a radius of a few hundred meters.
Duque's power was so amazing that not only Illidan, but even the Eredar Twins beside Duque were a little surprised.
"Huh? You're Illidan, right? Do you … like Tyrande? "Duque's lips curled into an extremely evil sneer.
It was a sneer that would kill at the slightest disagreement!
It was a sneer that looked down on all things and the gods!
Illidan had killed two Demon Lords before, but he had never seen such an unfathomable and terrifying existence like Duque. Under this terrifying pressure that had materialized, bean-sized beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Tyrande, who was tightly held by Duque, was also frightened and did not dare to move anymore.
She was afraid!
It wasn't an act, it was real fear!
She naturally knew about Duque's grand plan, but no one had promised her that for the sake of destroying the Burning Legion, they would not crush those who stood in the way of this grand plan, even if these were the childhood friends she valued the most.
In order to save this world, both she and the Moon Goddess Elune were doing their best. Even if she prayed to Elune, Elune would definitely not support her and ruin this great plan of destruction in order to protect her childhood sweetheart.
Tyrande felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.
"No! Infernal Affairs … You … I beg you, don't hurt Illidan … He's my childhood friend … That's all … He didn't mean to offend you, he … he's already kneeling … "Tyrande trembled.
Duque didn't want to be such an evil person! The problem was that Kil 'jaeden was watching. If they jumped back to the Loyal Ministers now, not only would they all be finished, they wouldn't even be able to escape.
In fact, he was crying in his heart.
On the surface, Best Actor Duque's gaze was sharp. "Oh, that's good. Didn't you swear to give your all to me? Prove it to me … Show him! "
This time, Tyrande felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
She looked at Illidan one last time and accepted her fate in despair. 'I'm doing this to save Kaldorei, save Azeroth … Forgive me, Illidan …'
Watching Tyrande slowly offer her lips and allow the black figure to desecrate her body, Illidan's face was full of bitterness. His mouth tasted like sh * t.
He didn't know why things had turned out this way, but the grievance and anger in his heart almost burned his brain.
In the end, Illidan could only deeply bow his head.
Duque was also very annoyed. For the first time in his life, he had become a great evil person! Even when he was unwilling, he wished that Director Nozdormu would suddenly jump out and yell for the camera to stop!
Hey!
What happened to the cut!?
What happened to the reshoot?
Nozdormu, come out and die! I'm not going to act anymore.
Duque had tears in his heart, but he had no choice but to continue acting. As if savoring the sweetness on his lips, he smacked his lips and laughed maniacally.
"Hahahaha! Do you see this? Illidan Stormrage! This is power! Only power is everything! As long as you have power, you can obtain anything you want. For example, women! For example, reputation! For example, conquest! So what if you're not satisfied? So what if you're angry? You want your lover back? You can — beat me first! "
"I don't dare … I don't dare!" Illidan deeply bowed his head.
"Haha! You don't dare? You just don't dare to say it out loud, right? "Duque laughed coldly.
"I really don't dare!" Illidan's head was even lower, completely sticking to the rubble on the ground. His forehead hurt from laughing so hard that it hurt.
Suddenly, all the pressure vanished into thin air.
The cold smile on Duque's face did not change. "It doesn't matter. In the face of absolute power, all lies and disobedience are just fleeting clouds. I don't care if you're sincerely convinced or not. I'll still say the same thing — if you have the power, take it yourself. If you don't, then kneel down and lick my boots! Maybe when I'm in a good mood and tired of playing with your Tyrande, I'll give it to you. "
Illidan's body trembled.
Was it shock? Anger?
No one knew. Maybe it was both.
At this time, Duque looked at the Eredar Twins who had been watching the show. "Enough of you! Don't try to test me in the future. I'm not as good-tempered as you think I am! "
"Yes —"
"Sorry!"
The Twins laughed sinisterly.
Duque said, "Since he claimed to be here to join the Queen and serve our leader, then let's report this to His Majesty. Then let's report it to His Majesty Sargeras. Maybe His Majesty will like it. After all, he's the first person on this planet to join our side after the war. "
The Twins nodded.
Duque could clearly feel Illidan's resentment, but he didn't care. As long as Illidan could get the Demon's Soul, he didn't care if Illidan lived or died.
Duque really didn't want to care about what would happen in ten thousand years. As long as he crippled the Burning Legion, he didn't care if there was another Illidan in ten thousand years.
Pfft!
You've angered me! Believe it or not, I'll really join the Burning Legion!
With that, Duque brought Tyrande back to the side hall. When Celaijia obediently closed the door for Duque, Duque's actions suddenly became rough.
"No! What are you doing? "Kil 'jaeden was watching them from afar. Tyrande knew that. She also knew her mission, but her feelings were still rejecting Duque.
The next moment, she was shocked to see the darkness in Duque's eyes. It was obvious that if she continued to resist, the darkness might really devour Duque's rationality.
Tyrande finally realized the danger. If she continued to provoke Duque's negative emotions, perhaps Duque would become a Void Lord before they could complete their plan.
"Sigh —" Tyrande sighed softly. She used herself as a sacrifice and quietly devoured all the sharpness of Duque's godly sword.
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