"Hey! I wasn't the one who blew up Draenor for the first time! "William laughed like a child.
The smile on Duque's face was equally amusing. "It was Kil 'jaeden who threw Ner' zhul into my Mage Tower like a bomb. I merely threw Ner 'zhul back. How can you blame me for blowing up Draenor?"
"Yes, yes, yes! It's Kil 'jaeden's fault! "William smiled faintly, and came over to give Duque a bear hug.
Duke's body wasn't considered thin and weak, but it was a pity that William had inherited his father's genes and had grown tall and strong. Wearing thick plate armor and a large pauldron, he looked almost twice the size of Duque.
When they hugged each other, their seniority seemed to be reversed.
That was not important.
For the first time, William felt the warmth of a family member.
Growing up, he was not unfamiliar with Duque, but he was not familiar with him either.
During his growth, Duque spent too little time with him. Moreover, the direction of development was not right. He was closer to Duque, who was a Warrior, than to Duque, who was a Mage. For the past 20 years, he had never felt like a family member to Duque.
Their ages were almost 10 years apart. In theory, they were half a generation apart, but in reality, they were one generation lower. After all, Duque was a fierce person who played along with Laing's father and Lothar.
It was a strange feeling.
The human heart was the most complicated thing in the world. Once upon a time, William was like a king. He was distressed about how to deal with the huge Marcus Family. For a kingdom, it was a typical case of too big to handle.
A king was not a king, and a subject was not a subject.
However, when Duque flirted with all the queens and female leaders in the Alliance, and did not proclaim himself as an emperor, William began to understand that Duque's pursuit would not intersect with his own. They were like two parallel lines that would never intersect, but were moving in the same direction.
After knowing that Duque had become a demigod, this feeling became even clearer.
Now, if he had to describe his relationship with Duque, it was more like an extremely close and reliable ally, not the so-called king and duke.
William smiled as he patted Duque's back. "For Azeroth."
Duque was a little dazed, but he still smiled. "Yes, for Azeroth."
"That's right, what if … I fight against Illidan …"
Duque whispered, "Don't let him kill you, and don't kill him."
"Hmm?"
"Infernal Affairs," Duque said in a voice that only William could hear.
Varian shuddered.
When Duque returned to the War of the Ancients, he had no intention of hiding it from the higher-ups of the Alliance. Other than the part where he accidentally slept with Tyrande, everyone knew that Duque had gone to the Burning Legion under the alias of 'Infernal Affairs'.
If Duque mentioned this name, wouldn't that mean that Illidan was …
No wonder Varian had such a big reaction.
In fact, would the egg's generation be like history? Would they be in Cao camp, but their hearts were in Cao camp? Duque was a little uncertain.
Because of Duque's activity in the War of the Ancients, Illidan couldn't even show his face to him. The attention of all the big shots of the Burning Legion, including Kil 'jaeden, was attracted by' Infernal Affairs'.
Moreover, after being blown up by the Twisting Nether, would it cause an egg to make a wrong judgment?
After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, would he develop other truly evil thoughts and fall into the path of demons?
This was the real Azeroth!
Each and every one of them was a living hero, an ambitious and ruthless villain!
The human heart was the most difficult to guess.
Even Varian had a grudge against Duque for so long, so it was hard for Duque to say what would happen to Illidan.
So, Duque added to Varian, "But the human heart is the most difficult to guess. I can't guarantee that his mind has not fallen because of the long-term use of evil, so you have to judge for yourself. "
"Yes." Varian nodded his head heavily.
He couldn't be sure, so he could only classify Illidan as an evil first.
After explaining everything that needed to be said, Duque left the command room after leaving the Zergs to Varian.
As soon as he walked out and turned a corner, Duque suddenly found Magni in the corner with two secret room guards guarding him.
Magney was in the corner, sitting on the floor and drinking from a flat metal bottle.
Duque was stunned, and then smiled. "Are you worried about Varian?"
"I'm good brothers with Andoine and Laing. I watched them grow old, and I watched Varian grow up. "Magni's words were a little out of the blue. It was exactly because he saw Varian as a symbol of his son.
Duque sighed slightly. In the corridor, a breeze blew past, causing Duque's mage cloak to flutter. "It's a pity that I missed out on a lot."
"I couldn't understand you in the past. Because in your dictionary, the word 'loyalty' doesn't exist. I'm very curious. Why would a person with no loyalty have such unparalleled courage and a sense of justice? "
Because I'm a transmigrator!
Duque couldn't say this out loud. He could only say, "I grew up in a place that didn't belong to the Seven Kingdoms. I just happened to be part of Stormwind."
There was no such thing as loyalty if one didn't receive any favors.
"Oh, is that so?"
"If I have to differentiate, I'm only loyal to my own ideals — Azeroth must not perish."
Magni suddenly laughed. He handed the metal bottle in his hand to Duque. "On this point, you're better than the traditional Dalajan priests. Those guys would only come out of their damned laboratories when their toilets were blown up."
The Dwarf King's bottle was dirty. It had been used for a long time, but Duque didn't mind it at all. He took a big gulp of it.
F * ck! Is this pure alcohol? Or did some bastard give 100% medical alcohol mixed with water to this bastard Magni?
With this purity, it could definitely light a fire?
What was the concept of alcohol with more than 80% alcohol?
Drinking it would make one's whole body feel like it was on fire.
Even though Duque had the body of a demigod now, he couldn't withstand it with just his physique alone.
In a fit of anger, Duque secretly passed that portion of the alcohol to the Flame Magic Circuit. Damn it, burn it however you like.
Even though it was the aftermath of the strong alcohol, Duque still choked to death.
"Cough, cough!"
Seeing Duque coughing, Magni and the two guards in the secret chamber couldn't stop laughing. "Hahahaha!"
It was rare to see the Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance and a demigod of the Weave make a fool of himself.
Duke plopped down on the floor and leaned over to Magni. This time, he took a small sip of the drink. With the first sip and the mental preparation, he felt much better.
"Don't worry, old friend. Although I've never treated William as a real relative, he's an important part of Azeroth. Be it because of Andoine or Laing, I'll nurture him well. "
"Yes."
Unknowingly, a human and a dwarf drank too much.
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