The leader was angry!
Oh, no, Duque was angry!
The anger of a demigod was very scary.
Duque roared on the spot and was about to grab Vanessa. He didn't care about the consequences, he would beat her on the ass first.
"Hahaha! What evil, you're clearly a beast, Duke. You're thinking the wrong way! " Facing Duque's pounce, Vanessa nimbly lowered her body and easily dodged him like a slippery eel.
[Forced Stealth] and [Sprint], she ran out like a wisp of smoke.
Unless Duque was serious, he wouldn't be able to catch a hero-level thief who only wanted to run.
"Just you wait! Don't let me catch you! "At the gate, Duque made a declaration like a big villain.
In the next second, Duque's face and posture froze as if he had been petrified. He suddenly realized that beside the gate, his other maid, Solarian, was standing there with a smile on her face.
"Uh … this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "
"Master, you don't have to apologize to a little maid." Solarian nodded lightly with a smile.
Duque looked Solarian up and down. Seeing that the Master Astromancer was normal, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"What, Master? Do you want me to be like other girls and cut my skirt a few inches shorter, or open my collar a few inches, and then secretly wear the so-called winning underwear?" Solarian's smile widened.
"Please, please don't!" Duque's face fell.
"I'm so happy. It seems that after becoming a mage and demigod master, you're still the gentleman you used to be." Solarian seemed a little excited.
Duque was a little embarrassed. He didn't know if he should tell her that before he transmigrated, the word gentleman was synonymous with pervert.
Duque facepalmed. "I'm also very happy. At least there's a normal woman by my side."
"Not really. My family also sent word that I can successfully conceive your child, Master," Solarian said calmly.
"Pfft!" Duque burst out laughing.
"Is it that surprising? In Cuel Salas, commoners without magic talent always hoped to give their daughters to noble Mages. As long as they could give birth to a boy or a girl with magic talent, they would be lucky. In the eyes of the High Elves, only by mastering magic could one change one's fate. Even great nobles with noble bloodlines would hope to marry into other Great Mage families so that their descendants would have a greater chance of becoming Silver Moon Councilors. Please note that even after Her Majesty Sylvanas Windrunner ascended to the throne, this practice is still deeply rooted among the blood elves. "
After listening to Solarian's explanation, Duque more or less understood why the elven girls were suddenly so enthusiastic.
The High Elves were originally magic maniacs. After splitting from the Night Elves, they had been worshiping the Spellcasters for 8,000 years. Even though the Sin 'dorei Kingdom was now ruled by Rangers, how could the customs of 8,000 years be changed so easily?
But Duque couldn't figure out what Queen Sylvanas was thinking.
"What about you? What do you think? "Duke asked, as if he was possessed by some supernatural being.
"I don't know. Maybe when the time comes, I won't refuse."
Not refusing might not necessarily be willing.
"Is it because of Kael 'thas? Sigh, I haven't paid attention to him for a long time. "
"Please don't misunderstand, Master. From the moment I swore allegiance to you, I no longer have anything to do with Kael 'thas. He is more like a beautiful vision of my childhood, a dream that is destined to never come true. I have accepted my fate, and I am doing well now. "
After a pause, Solarian continued, "Of course, if you want me to kill Kael 'thas, I will do it. After all, when that day comes, Kael 'thas will probably have committed an unforgivable crime for the Alliance. But I think when I do it, I will probably hesitate. "
Duque was a little surprised, but also a little relieved.
This was human nature. This was the Solarian of flesh and blood, and not the Solarian that Duke had in mind. The Solarian that should only appear in the Storm Fortress, with no backstory at all. She was like a BOSS that was made out of paper.
"Phew … Thank you for your honesty." Duque smiled, waved his hand, and then ran to find Queen Sylvanas.
Looking at Duque's back, Solarian seemed to be lost and lost in thought …
On the other hand, perhaps it was the so-called "no comparison, no harm."
When Thrall, who was fighting in the ruins of Ahn 'Qiraj, heard the news from the Alliance through the Undead Thief messenger, the expression on his face was very interesting. "What? They didn't lose much, and they have already taken care of the other leaders of the Ahn 'Qiraj Temple. They are resting while waiting for us to finish here, and then besiege C' Thun? "
At this time, Orgrim walked in front of Thrall, and his voice rumbled. "There is no need to worry, Thrall. As a great chief, figure out what you can do and what you can do well. If you can understand this, you are an outstanding chief."
Thrall sighed. "Just being 'outstanding' is not enough!"
In peacetime, an outstanding leader was generally enough to close the gap with a rival country.
Unfortunately, this was wartime, and any small gap could be infinitely magnified.
The Tribe originally had fewer strong people than the Alliance, and it was not easy for them to accept the Forgotten Ones and slightly close the gap with the Alliance. Suddenly, there was news that the commander of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, had become a demigod. In comparison, the Tribe had suffered heavy losses in the ruins of Ahn 'Qiraj, which was even weaker.
Although the Forsaken were dead, the dead could not die a second time.
If he was killed again, then his body and soul would be destroyed in the truest sense. Even Anastrian, as the leader of the Forgotten Ones, could not find a good way.
Even if they lost a second-rate chief who had become an Undead Warrior and a former Silver Moon councilor who had become a Lich, it was still a great loss.
In fact, the Sun King's face was gloomy.
After being ruthlessly expelled from the Eastern Kingdom by the Alliance, the Forgotten Ones had lost a stable source of troops. Originally, they hoped that after joining the Tribe, Thrall would allow the Forgotten Ones to resurrect new Forgotten Ones from the dead Tribe warriors.
Who knew that Thrall would begin to believe in the Way of Nature and firmly rejected him. Not only that, even Orgrim, who was theoretically his subordinate, was on Thrall's side.
Anastrian's gaze became even colder. Fortunately, he was a dead man. No matter when, his body was filled with shadow energy and did not further decay, it was still full of a dark aura.
No one noticed the change in his gaze.
At this time, Orgrim patted Thrall's shoulder. "Don't think too much. The Tribe should do its own thing first. We must first not make mistakes, then wait for the real opportunity to come. "
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