Watching Jaina leave in her signature midriff-baring mage robe, Vashj, who was bowing, secretly smiled.
"Of course, I will take good care of Master …"
This time, she had completely seen through it.
Perhaps this was fate.
This epic struggle around all the creatures of Azeroth and the Burning Legion did not belong to a single person, nor did it belong to a single Sage.
But for a tiny individual like her, if she wanted to struggle and survive, she had to find the most reliable support.
Fate had given her a chance, and after missing it, she had endured ten thousand years of hardship.
This time, she would not let go of the opportunity no matter what, and as a result, she had this feeling of breaking free from the cage and fate, and flying freely in the vast sea and sky.
The true demigod of Azeroth, was it not ten thousand times better than the Grass King who had collapsed the Outland?
What was the use of following Illidan?
Don't look at how he was a king in the Outland, and it seemed like he was very powerful, but in front of Duque, he was a complete failure.
His beloved Tyrande was already in Duque's arms, and his head was filled with endless grasslands.
He was addicted to dark energy, but he could not beat Arthas. On the other hand, Arthas was just a pitiful worm that had been beaten up by Duque time and time again. But Illidan could not even beat Arthas …
Once the allies reached the Outland, the sturdy Hellfire Citadel did not last long. Hundreds of thousands of Fel Orcs were in chaos, and two to three hundred thousand were captured and killed.
When they came to Zangarmarsh, they unreasonably filled up the swamp, and killed more than half of the Naga's precious flying snakes.
Fortunately, she saw the opportunity to surrender quickly, and there was still the fate from ten thousand years ago, otherwise …
"I always had a premonition that if I didn't rely on Master, I would have died in the Serpent Temple …" Vashj muttered to herself: "I never believed that there was a hero who could change fate in this world, but Master, you changed me …"
Vashj was a little self-deprecating. She did not expect such a yearning to be hidden in her heart, "Thank you, my Master, thank you for letting me recognize my own limits …"
There was a voice in her heart that immediately urged her.
Hurry up and hold on to this life-saving straw!
Gently pushing open the door, Vashj saw Vanessa, who had a bad expression on her face. She nodded politely, then pushed open the door of the inner room and walked in.
"Vashj, aren't you going to deal with the naga tribe?" Duque's voice gave Vashj an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Vashj first gave a standard palace maid's bow, then replied obediently: "Thank you, Master, for allowing me to spread the [Ultimate Polymorph], now the entire Storm Nagas are singing praises of Master's greatness."
"Storm Naga?"
"That's the name given to us by our lineage of Naga in order to thank Master for saving us from our ugly appearance for ten thousand years. If the master feels that it is not suitable, then we will change it immediately. But the joy of returning to our beauty is absolutely not the slightest bit false. "
Duque could not help but smile bitterly.
The Elves were particularly vain. Whether it was the Night Elves, the High Elves, the High Elves, or the Blood Elves, they all boasted that they were the most beautiful creatures in the world. For other races, even if they were acknowledged in other areas, they would never concede in terms of beauty.
In order to prove that she was not lying, Vashj even showed Duque the magical video of the Nagas being overjoyed after turning back into the High Elves.
This was really not an act.
"Do they know that they are still Nagas in their bones?"
"Of course, even so, they are already very grateful. Just like me, I also doubted whether the High Elf I turned into with the [Ultimate Polymorph] was my true body or an illusion. But in those unforgettable painful years, this was already the best comfort for my soul. "
This flattery was really smooth.
Vashj took a step forward: "The Storm Naga tribe and I are extremely grateful for Master's gift, so we are willing to do anything for Master, even to die for Master."
This was a bit exaggerated.
Duque sounded strange.
At this moment, Duque suddenly discovered that there was a layer of water vapor around Vashj's body for some reason. This was like when Duque was not familiar enough with elemental energy, letting a few energy balls of arcane, flame, and frost surround him. On the one hand, it was a connection, and on the other hand, it was to raise his level.
Vashj was a Naga, which was understandable.
But who could tell him why Vashj's white gauze dress became almost completely transparent when it came into contact with water vapor!
A pair of long, straight, and well-rounded legs, coupled with the hazy water vapor, this was simply seductive!
The gentleman Duque put on a straight face: "It's working time now. Don't play this kind of trick again in the future. "
Vashj bowed deeply, and a burst of dazzling white light blinded Duque's Khorium gold dog eyes.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly want … want …"
Duke mustered up the little bit of moral integrity he had and said sternly: "I said … …"
"Really?"
"Really!"
Suddenly, Vashj stuck out her nimble little tongue.
It was really nimble!
She was clearly a Highborne Elf now, but her seemingly slightly long tongue displayed special skills that theoretically only Nagas could do. First, it rolled back 360 degrees.
"Hmph!" Duque forced himself to be calm.
Then, she returned to her original position and did a left flip, plus the tip of her tongue turning 360 degrees.
"Ugh!" This was a bit impressive!
She returned again, this time with a right flip and a half, plus the tip of her tongue turning 1080 degrees at lightning speed.
The wall of Duque's moral integrity was instantly smashed to pieces under Vashj's tongue siege hammer!
Woo woo —
My moral integrity —
It's gone forever!
Ten minutes later, Vanessa knocked on the door and came in. She had a cold face: "Reporting to Master, a cat that always wants to steal from the wizard tower has disappeared."
"Hm, is that so?" Duque sat behind the wide office desk with a serious face, leaning back on the comfortable chair.
"I heard that the cat ran here."
"No … this … must be … an illusion."
Vanessa's ears twitched, and her face immediately turned sour: "Dear Master Beast Duke, I have the obligation to remind you that the Magic Mirror Conference of the Alliance is about to begin. Please do it quickly! Good! Accurate! Ready! "
"Hm! Soon! Soon! Immediately! "Duque's eyebrows furrowed.
Vanessa stomped her foot and walked away angrily.
Duque was excited. He had become a Great Sage.
In the Sage's Domain, Duque began to think about life — he had f * cking gotten his most beloved Tyrande, and he had maliciously taken his two capable subordinates, Kai Zi and Vashj, under his command.
Who knew if Illidan would really become a real villain after acting like one for too long?
Uh, this problem seemed very serious …
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