Eh?
Eh eh?
There's such a benefit?
Duque's eyes lit up.
When he first taught Tyrande, she refused no matter what. After ten thousand years, even though Tyrande had accumulated a lot of pressure, there was a subtle change in their standpoints. From an ill-fated relationship to a true relationship, Duque never forced Tyrande to do anything she didn't want to.
In the harem, it was undeniable that Duque was very interested in Tyrande. From a priestess who was as pure as ice and jade, to slowly tormenting her … And the millions of Night Elves outside worshiping his woman …
This feeling was as if he was scribbling on a piece of white paper, smearing it with traces that belonged only to him and then framing it up. A bunch of ignorant bystanders would worship it as a holy object.
That kind of domineering monopolization and flaunting was displayed to the fullest.
It was a pity that due to work, they didn't spend much time together after reuniting. In order to cherish the opportunity, Duque rarely asked Tyrande to do anything special. Usually, Tyrande would do whatever she wanted to do.
Who would have thought that Tyrande would actually dig out his little notebook and become a self-taught genius?
Even though Duque had purposely stayed there to see which genius would come and try it out, Duque had thought that Vashj would make the first move. He didn't expect Tyrande to be the first to taste the crab.
Even though he knew why Tyrande was here, the sly Duque didn't hesitate to eat the sugar coating first.
Duque smiled like a fox. "Which one do you think I should choose?"
For once, Tyrande was immersed in her role. She had a vexed look on her face as she placed her hands above her abdomen, her fingers chattering anxiously. "Oh, I just remembered that I forgot to cook dinner and run the bathwater. What should I do? "
Damn! This cosplay! I'll give you 101 points! I'm not afraid of you getting arrogant with an extra point!
Duque immediately attacked, pulling Tyrande over with a fake version of [Death's Grasp]. Without saying anything, he used five [Armor Penetration] s. Tyrande was a cloth-armored class, so her armor was low. Now, it was almost zero.
"Annoying!"
"Are you really annoying or just pretending?"
"… Fake!"
Yo, big sister, you're courting death!
Duque laughed heartily. "Very good! It wasn't easy for me to cultivate a demigod body, and now I can finally put it to good use. "
Very quickly, Tyrande was first hit by [Bewitched], then as if she had been hit by [Flaming Storm], her entire body was engulfed in heat. Faced with Duque's [Charge], Tyrande hurriedly activated [Suppression] and shouted, "You dare?" At the same time, he activated [Swift Sprint] and ran away.
You're asking me if I'm touched? Of course I dare to move!
Duque immediately used [Backstab] on Tyrande, who had accidentally fallen to the ground in an orz pose.
The feeling of being stabbed repeatedly made Du Mouke cry, which he hadn't felt for a long time.
It felt so good. This was an unlimited backstab with unlimited energy!
Once upon a time, Duque had envied those Thieves who could hide behind the Boss' butt and stab it infinitely. Now, he had also become a Thief.
Yes, the kind that stole people's hearts.
The flag duel had once again proven his martial arts skills. Once the godly sword was unleashed, the world would be shocked!
Duque was satisfied.
After defeating the Fairy, Tyrande curled up in Duque's arms like a cat. "Duque."
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
Duque did not say anything. He just gently stroked Tyrande's soft and bright hair. Once upon a time, Duque thought that such a head of bright green hair would look very exaggerated. But after looking at it for a long time, he felt that it was very unique and pleasing to the eye.
After being together for so long, Duque naturally did not suspect that Tyrande still had feelings for Illidan. It was just a kind of attachment, a bond that could not be severed as they grew up together.
Tyrande also did not doubt whether Duque would execute Illidan. She knew very well that if Duque wanted someone dead, he would not show mercy on the spot. He would not hold a trial later and make her feel uncomfortable.
When Duque pierced Illidan's chest, it looked like he was aiming for his heart, but in reality, it was in the narrow space between his heart and his left lung. If it was a thicker weapon, Illidan would probably be dead. Duque's Demon Slayer Sword was obviously a piercing sword.
Since such a large amount of Holy Light directly into Illidan's heart did not kill him, Duque would not stab him again.
So this time, Tyrande's apron play was to thank Duque.
The next meeting of the Alliance leaders was the same.
In Storm Fortress, Duque spoke passionately.
"I used Holy Light that was enough to kill Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion, and pierced Illidan's chest. After that, Archbishop Imriel used the same powerful Holy Light attack, but it did not kill Illidan. Instead, it purified the demonic blood in his body. So I do not think that Illidan is truly evil. Here, I object to Illidan Stormrage's execution! "
Imriel could not sit still and stood up on the spot. "Wait! What about the tens of thousands of Draenei that Illidan killed during the time he informed Draenor? What about the blood debt of my people? "
Duque was silent for two seconds, then sighed. "Archbishop Imriel, between countries, between races, it is not just simple hatred. In the face of a stronger enemy, we must all learn to let go of our hatred. Every leader and King present had experienced the cruelest battle at the Door of Darkness. Every one of us had friends or family who died at the hands of the Orcs. Because of the existence of the Burning Legion, now we have no choice but to form an alliance with the Orcs. "
This time, it was Imriel's turn to be silent, but the stubbornness in her heart made her raise her head again. "What if the Draenei insist on Illidan Stormrage's death?"
The hall fell into a dead silence. Tyrande secretly clenched her fists. To her, in front of the High Duke, she had no position to oppose the Draenei's pursuit.
At this time, Jaina spoke up. "The Alliance is an inter-racial, multi-kingdom alliance that aims to maintain peace and security in Azeroth. Our aim is to seek common ground while reserving differences. If we cannot resolve the problem through discussion, we can only vote at the Throne Conference. The minority must obey the majority. When the results are out, any country or race will only have two choices: one is to accept, and the other is to choose to leave the Alliance. Also … when the Draenei first joined the Alliance, they did not ask for the Alliance to kill Illidan Stormrage for the Draenei. They only asked for the survival and safety of the race. The Alliance has no obligation to start a war of revenge for the Draenei. After all, this was before the Draenei joined the Alliance. "
Imriel was speechless.
Whether she was a leader or a politician, she was too inexperienced.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
