"Shameless bastard, even if you gain power, you are still scum! Despicable bastard! Let go of your claws! "
It was a handsome voice.
A formless voice could not possibly be described as handsome.
But hearing this voice, it naturally reminded people of those handsome men who brought disaster to a country, affected the employment rate of single dogs, and made more girls have unrealistic fantasies.
Behind Gurtug, a fiery red figure suddenly jumped out, using his emerald eyes that seemed to be carved out of the finest jade to stare at the rebellious Orc.
His tone easily reminded people of those Holy Knights with an excessive sense of justice. Unfortunately, the fire element that surrounded his body was so dense that it was almost tangible, allowing bystanders to understand that this lord had nothing to do with clergy.
Then, around this fiery red figure, countless flashing red lights appeared. Those were pieces of rubies that seemed to be the most magnificent ornaments. No, after a closer look, one would be surprised to find that all of the rubies were actually particles of extremely concentrated fire element.
Rather than saying they were like rubies, it was more like the feathers of a phoenix.
Every sharp feather pointed at Gurtug, the Fel Orc who was in a crazed state of thirst for power.
Undefeatable — Gurtug did not even need to think about it. His instincts told him that this male Elf in front of him, who was more beautiful than a woman, was undefeatable.
That was not an ordinary powerhouse. It was obvious that this fellow had stepped into the realm of gods. Fighting with such a fellow was stupid in itself. He could not defeat him.
Gurtug was indeed cruel and tyrannical, but that was based on the fact that his strength was superior to his opponent.
Perhaps he had killed many people, and many enemies that seemed strong. Unfortunately, deep down, he was still that Orc laborer full of contradictions.
Almost immediately, he wanted to find 'his own people' to take the blame.
Unfortunately, there were not that many powerful 'his own people' who were free.
A dazzling wave of thunder and lightning, like a roaring dragon, suddenly exploded in the temple. A red-haired female Naga with a swaying snake tail, six arms, and a standard High Elf head appeared.
With a single Chain Lightning, the four members of the Illidari Council were forced to jump over the wall.
On the other side, a tall and skinny figure appeared, repelling the Soul Casket with one move. The blazing flames scattered the Source of Suffering. At this moment, the Soul Box began to reorganize itself and entered the second stage …
Illidan's expression was ugly. His teeth, which were as sharp as a shark's fangs, were grinding against each other.
When he saw the face of the person who had suddenly appeared, he could no longer maintain his arrogance as if he was standing above the clouds and looking down on all living beings. He became more like a mortal.
"You —" After Illidan's aggressive first note, it was followed by a deflated note that sounded like he was falling off a cliff.
Duque had never thought that one day, he would hear a word or a syllable that contained such rich emotions.
Originally, Duque wanted to show off a little and ask Illidan if he would choose to forgive her.
He also wanted to compare what Illidan had in common with Mario's Luigi, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Timo, and Guan Yu.
She even wanted to sing, "The vast grassland is your love —"
But when they met, Duque found himself unable to complain.
Because what he saw was the gentle gaze of an infatuated man.
At this moment in Karazhan, Tyrande, who was in Duque's arms, could not help but turn her head and say in a mosquito-like voice, "He knows that Duque's is fake. He also knows that I am watching him. "
Yes!
How could a truly peerless master not see through that the 'Duque' in front of him was just an empty shell?
In this life, Illidan did not have the chance to obtain the loyalty of Kael 'thas, so the only one who "betrayed" him was Vashj.
However, Illidan didn't look at anyone else. He only looked at the puppet Duke, hoping to see the figure of someone he was familiar with from those strange and disgusting eyes.
As the brother of Malfurion Stormrage, Illidan's story was too legendary. Before he resolutely left Tyrande's side, his last words were, "No matter what I do, no matter what I become, I will always care about you, Tyrande."
If this sentence was used as a love letter, it would probably be very lethal.
Unfortunately, in this life, everything was ruined by Duque.
The two brothers' fight for Tyrande had stopped because of the Ancient War. When they came back to their senses, Tyrande had already been taken by Duque in the name of saving the world when she was captured, and there was no turning back.
If Duque was just a despicable and shameless person who took advantage of others when they were weak, then the two brothers might still have a chance. If Tyrande was willing, they probably would not refuse.
Unfortunately, Duque played a huge game of infernal affairs. Not only did he foil the Burning Legion's plan to invade Azeroth, but he also blew up Sargeras' largest fortress in the Twisted Nether, becoming the greatest hero of all time!
It was because of the double conquest of body and mind, as well as the approval of the Moon Goddess Elune, that Tyrande was determined to keep her chastity for Duque for ten thousand years, and refused any new relationships.
As a result, Illidan's secret love could only be a secret love.
The first and most beautiful love ended before it even began.
Just like in history, if Malfurion had taken Tyrande, perhaps Illidan would have been even angrier. But if Duque had won the first prize, Illidan surprisingly did not find it so hard to accept. At least this was not the double blow of family and love.
After all, Duque's performance in that battle was even more outstanding, and he had achieved something that he could only look up to.
However, acceptance was acceptance. When it came to the Burning Legion, Illidan had a completely different view …
On the other hand, Duque was also quite conflicted.
Just by 'looking' at Illidan through the Endless Nether on the magic mirror screen, Tyrande's emotions were already a little out of control. After saying that, Tyrande fiercely kissed Duque a few times.
"Duque, if it's possible … and I'm saying if … you really have that luxury, please give Illidan redemption!" As she said that, Tyrande forcefully squeezed her body against Duque's chest. If it was in the past, feeling the pressure of Mount Hyjal, Duque would have been very happy, and he would be happily revising some forty-eight moves with Tyrande.
But right now, Duque really could not bring himself to be happy.
Redemption?
This was a phrase that only people who had fallen into evil would use.
If Duque remembered correctly, Illidan was playing infernal affairs at this time!
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