In order to avoid being discovered, the cautious Gemini would of course not give Duque any important information. However, they did not feel guilty at all for selling the scum who had surrendered to Illidan.
There were so many demons in the Twisting Nether that there were hundreds of millions of them. Originally, these low-level demons who were not directly under a lord would not be taken seriously, so the Gemini sold them to their heart's content.
His background was completely exposed.
From their appearance, to their level, to their special skills. God damn it, they had everything.
Anyway, if there was anything, they could just say that the 'Infernal Affairs' had stolen the information from ten thousand years ago. After all, demons who could become elites and above basically had a lifespan of more than ten thousand years.
Imriel saw that the other side had a smurf Boss and an elite. She estimated and frowned.
Marrad was the only heroic powerhouse on her side who could fight. If they rushed in recklessly, it was very likely that they would suffer heavy casualties.
"Do we have any reinforcements?" At this moment, Imriel's face was no longer as lively as before. It was full of seriousness. After all, she was carrying the lives of more than a thousand of her compatriots on her shoulders. If she made a mistake in her command, it would be the end of these compatriots.
"Yes," Marrad replied. "The higher-ups have prepared artillery support for us from the Flying Warships. Since they are not directly under the Alliance, once we call for reinforcements, once we win, a portion of the merit will be given to them. "
"Call." Imriel seemed very decisive.
Compared to the illusory merit and fighting against demons who would not really die, she valued the lives of her compatriots more.
At this moment, Duque, who was observing Imriel in Karazhan, rubbed his chin with a very playful expression on his face.
"Master, do you think this little Draenei girl is very promising?" Vashj, who was standing beside him, smiled like a flower. "Do you want me to help Master teach her a few moves? Help Master cultivate a capable female subordinate. "
Duque rolled his eyes at Vashj, his eyes full of warning. Vashj suddenly stopped talking.
Vashj was indeed a capable and good maid.
The problem was that this girl was born in the most corrupt High Elven Palace, and had been in the deep sea for almost ten thousand years. Many things would become complicated because of her habitual thinking.
Duque didn't want such a good seedling to be led astray by Vashj. How should he put it? With him, Duque, there definitely wouldn't be any King of Draenor. Using his own methods to nurture Imriel, who was supposed to be successful, the sense of accomplishment was no less than building a complete and majestic fortress with his bare hands.
Duque said, "If you're that free, go prepare the second phase of the plan. If you really fail, I'll skin you alive! "
"Yes, yes, yes. I will obey Master's orders." Seeing that Duque was in a bad mood, Vashj tactfully lifted her white maid skirt. She did not leave, but stood quietly to the side.
Vashj noticed that Vanessa, who was always in the way of her and Duque's game of A Bite of the Tongue, was no longer there …
In the Moon Shadow Valley, Imriel's expression was very interesting.
Because the person who popped out of the magic communication mirror was …
A Pandaren!
"Wahahaha! Is this the first time you've seen a Pandaren? We don't live on the main continent of Azeroth, so it's normal for the Draenei who have just joined the Alliance not to have seen us. Alright, enough with the nonsense, dear Commander Imriel, the Stormwind Special Experimental Unit [Royal Brothel Team] is at your service. "
"Pfft!" At this moment, Hoof spat. Although she knew that those organizations that were officially recognized or subordinate to the Alliance had all kinds of strange names, she did not expect that other than the reliable [Highland Warriors Team], there would be such unreliable ones.
"What!?" Hoof's eyes widened as she stared at the slightly wretched Pandaren in the communication mirror.
"Sorry, sorry! Sir Commander, although our three flying warships are all unofficially equipped warships, the name 'Royal Brothel Team' was accidentally mentioned by the great commander, Duke Marcus. We all thought it was very good, so we used it. "
After a quick and simple explanation from the captain with the strange name of Nicholas Jun Muqi, Imriel barely knew the origin of the Royal Brothel.
Since ancient times, in the official literature and records of all the human navies, every warship was described as a female 'she'.
So, every ship was a ship girl.
But you have to think about it this way. When you meet these cute girls, do they keep saying that this is your wife and that is your wife all the time? Is that right? Can't their wives be OOXX? If you play with these ships alone, then they are your harem. But ships can't be operated by one person. That means you are not the only one playing, so this is a brothel.
Jun Muqi waved his black bear paw and said loudly, "So, the great commander, Duke Marcus, said on the deck of the [Stupid Queen Ilya] that 'this is the great Royal Brothel, not an air force that you can come and go as you please'."
At this moment, Imriel was devastated.
She really did not know that humans and … pandaren would have such strange fetishes!
In her young heart, a big warning exclamation mark was drawn on the commander of the Alliance whom she had never met, but who gave her an extremely unreliable feeling!
At the same time, whether it was Duque in Karazhan or Mark Dooku in the Wildhammer Fortress, because of the telepathic synchronization, they both flipped the table in front of them!
"Bullsh * t! I said at that time, 'this is the Royal Air Force, not a brothel that you can come and go as you please!'. Someone come! When this guy called Jun Muqi comes back, give him an oxygen tank and let him swim in a cesspool for an hour! "
If Duque was not the leader of the Alliance, this kind of thing could really be a big deal.
The Royal Family and the Royal Family were two different things. 'Royal' was a title that only Thoradin The Great Arathor Empire could use. Of course, after the people below heard that Duque had settled multiple queens, they also jokingly called Duque the Emperor.
If it was not the Emperor, who could settle multiple queens?
It was another matter to say that the Royal Air Force of the Storm Family was a brothel.
Duque hated this group of people with big mouths. Of course, Jun Muqi was definitely not the only one who talked nonsense, but he could only kill the chicken to warn the monkey!
In fact, the so-called Royal Brothel Team was a special combination of three ships, the special experimental flying battleship [War-Weary], the [Stupid Queen Ilya], and the flying battlecruiser [Hood].
These three ships abandoned the traditional multi-storey cannons of the Alliance's previous flying battleships and sea battleships. They went from pursuing firepower density to a more modern firing mode, where only the top deck had cannons.
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