"No-"
"…"
"Wait, you're not going to spank me today, are you?"
"…"
"I can work, but you have to swear that if I make a mistake today, you won't spank me."
"…"
This was what happened when Duque met the hoof almost every day.
A good hoof with a bright future. In theory, he could become an archbishop's hoof. Why did he become a crazy woman with persecutory delusions after being spanked once?
Do you know how many players who had delusions about you in the past will be in despair now?!?!?
Duke clutched his head in pain, his face full of black lines.
"Uh, Duque, are you not feeling well today?" The hoof came over to ask Duque with concern, still clutching his butt.
What the hell is this?
Are you doing this out of kindness, or to piss me off?
Or to piss me off out of kindness?
Duque wanted to strangle Imriel.
Duque could not take it anymore and decided to have a showdown with the hoof. "I, Mark Dooku, swear in the name of the Weave demigod Duke Marcus that as long as you don't cause trouble and destroy the Alliance's cutting-edge equipment. I will definitely not punish you. Otherwise, I will let the Weave demigod give Mark Dooku the most tragic destruction. "
Wow!
Everyone was shocked!
Because Duque said this in the command center. When he said this, the two kings, Gavashj, and a bunch of lords with titles of generals all heard it.
Duque was controlling Mark, a delicate puppet. This was something only those who had the qualifications to attend the highest meeting of the Alliance knew.
Bu Laing and Kudran rolled their eyes, completely speechless. Alright, this guy was Duque. Who the hell would go back on his word to punish himself?
But the others did not know!
The group of generals sighed at the seriousness of this guy's oath.
Imriel was naturally the first to fall for it.
"Really!?"
The hoof did not panic, his butt no longer hurt, and his legs became nimble. He came over eagerly.
"It's true. If Mark Dooku lied to you, then he's not human!" A certain Dooku who was disguised as Mark swore that it had nothing to do with him.
The hoof who did not know how sinister people's hearts could be believed! She was so moved that she almost burst into tears. She grabbed Mark's hand and said excitedly, "Okay, I was wrong about you! Master Willen said that my Holy Light theory is already the strongest, but I need more experience to elevate my spirit and make my Holy Light even purer. Mark, since you're the boss here, give me a mission. I've been watching those dwarves build the city all day. I'm going crazy from boredom. "
With a smile on his face, Duque announced: "Imriel, lead your troops to attack Ilidare's sentry post on the west side of this place. Just use your garrison, the [Highland Warriors Group], and seven other organizations. That's a total of 2000 people. "
"Ah!?" The hoof was dumbfounded.
"What?" Several generals jumped up, especially the Dwarf Lord Euregar, who was in charge of the frontline defense: "Wait! Envoy, I object! Even if the Highland Warriors Group is not directly under the jurisdiction of the Alliance, there's no reason for us to let a Karabo apprentice who doesn't have a military rank in the Alliance to command an army of 2000 people. "
However, Duque looked as if he had seen through everything and was unperturbed.
Of course, although there probably wouldn't be any 'King of Draenor' drama in the future, but gold would always shine. After transmigrating to the World of Azeroth for so long, Duque was basically certain that those who shone brilliantly in the original history would not be too bad in terms of quality.
The problem was that without the tempering given to the hoof in the original history, Duque really did not dare to say whether she would grow to the height of the Archbishop.
Anyway, it was Willen who gave the hoof a chance to help her grow, and Duque did not mind him doing it once.
Duque ignored Euregar and looked at his boss: "Your Majesty Kudran Wildhammer, do you object to my decision?"
Object? Object my ass! To object to this doll named Mark was to object to Duque who was hiding in Karazhan on the other side of the world and playing doll games.
Kudran was too full to be so stupid.
Although the Dwarves were more straightforward, how could a king be so stupid?
Kudran patted his highlord on the back: "Didn't you complain all day that Illidan's men on the other side of the mountain often come over the mountain to cause trouble for you? Isn't this just right? Anyway, the Draenei can't help in the defensive line. "
Euregar looked like he was choking.
Since his boss said so, what else could he say?
The Wildhammer Dwarves were famous for their Gryphon Air Force, but in fact, they still had a lot of land forces. As close friends of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, their infantry and cannons were also very good at coordinating.
Many times, the Wildhammer Dwarves' infantry almost followed the landing point of the cannonball and charged forward. Once they found that there were too many demons, they could directly stop and all lie down. They would wait for the cannoneers who were originally playing with the cannons to adjust the firing rate, then fire another round and then charge again.
The Draenei who were not familiar with this tactic were really powerless and could only stare at the back.
Rather than letting these Draenei rot, it was more practical to let them go and wipe out the surrounding enemy strongholds.
Euregar was also discouraged: "Well, since the special envoy and my king have said so."
At this time, Hoof finally reacted and should protest.
Who knew, just as she sighed, she found that Duque had already f * cking asked for an official seal from Kudran and stamped it on the military order.
"Wait! Wait wait wait! I haven't agreed yet … "Hoof's face turned pale.
"Please, this is a military order! You must complete it regardless of whether you agree or not, otherwise you will be punished according to military law, "Duque said confidently and matter-of-factly.
When Hoof still wanted to say something, she was suddenly pulled back by her compatriots.
Garrison Officer Maraad was a determined warrior. He had helped the Draenei in countless worlds to avoid the Burning Legion's demon army time and time again. He was a role model among the Draenei. His unparalleled combat skills and thunderous methods to uphold justice had earned him the respect of his compatriots.
After Shattrath City was safe, this battle-hardened garrison officer was sent by Willen to support the frontlines as the representative of the Draenei.
Maraad spoke: "Imriel, we carry the hopes of our compatriots and come to the frontlines to fight against evil. If we can't even destroy one of the enemy's sentries, how can we talk about attacking the Black Temple, restoring it to the Temple of Karabor, and restoring its former glory? "
His words were completely politically correct!
Hoof did not have any room to refute.
Her superiors sold her out, and her compatriots sold her out, what else could she say?
So, Hoof prepared to go to battle with tears in her eyes.
Before she left, she gave Duke a tragic look. Her big, watery eyes were clearly saying, "Are you sure you're not sending me to my death?"
Duque smiled — No, I have faith in you, Hoof!
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