"You … are you alright?" Duque asked hesitantly.
"Regardless of whether I'm alright or not, this is my duty. Duque, you deal with the last enemy. "
Duque turned his head and instantly saw the void on his right explode.
In that void, space shattered like broken glass, revealing a giant monster with an inverted triangular upper body.
This head was more devilish, with the common curved goat horns that demons had. That burly body made it look a little like a barbarian soldier from the Burning Legion.
It was a big monster like this. No matter how one looked at it, it didn't match the elegant and violent profession of Pharaoh.
Others didn't know, but Duque obviously knew who it was. The System had marked everything.
Savis' … afterimage!
Duque suddenly felt bored.
Savis, Savis, it's Savis again.
Ever since the Ancient War, he had toyed with this guy and ordered him around like a little brother. Later on, he had tried to cause trouble many times, but he had failed and ended up being destroyed.
In the previous timeline, this guy had been tricked to death, and even a large part of his soul had been destroyed. At that time, the treacherous (cowardly) Enzos hadn't run out to pick up his remaining bones.
To be honest, Duque had been worried about this and that in the past. But after becoming stronger, Duque looked down on Enzos. Other than scheming and causing trouble, this guy had never dared to jump out and fight head-on.
When Enzos' flawless schemes in history were repeated again and again in front of Duque, this transmigrator, Duque just wanted to yawn and say, "Are you done yet?"
Others might fear Savis' title of "King of Nightmares".
Unfortunately, in this life, Savis' power had been greatly reduced. His scheme had failed once, and this title of "King" was really lacking.
Without the support of a powerful soul, Enzos could only create this toy-like giant and stuff Savis' remnant soul into it to make up the numbers.
Under the System's scan, Savis' remnant soul wasn't even 5% of its peak. The seemingly huge soul was filled with a large amount of soul residue from other unknown creatures.
"Du … Ke … Duque … Marcus, I'm back …" Sticking out his long tongue, he obviously looked like a demon, but Duque felt that he looked like a hanged ghost from the Celestial Empire, whose tongue was being strangled by an invisible rope.
"Sigh, I kill you every time. I'm embarrassed! I'll give you some special benefits this time! "
Duque snapped his fingers.
Sarvis was instantly dumbfounded.
Because —
A female titan appeared.
No matter how large a giant's body was, if it didn't have a corresponding physique or special ability, it would only be a live target on the battlefield.
Even if all the giant-sized guardians of Azeroth were to appear in front of Savis, who had an incomplete soul, he would not be afraid, let alone a female giantess. They would most likely howl and charge forward to chop him down.
She was definitely an exception.
Because she was impressively — Queen Azshara!
That pair of long legs that took up at least 60% of her total height, that slender waist, that chest that was at least a ton … Cough cough, although it was a female titan with a height of 30 stories, the proportions of her body and appearance were 100% the original.
Savis was dumbfounded.
"Savis, my loyal servant, kneel!" The exact same voice, the exact same eyes, the exact same aura. If it wasn't for the fact that this Queen Azshara's size was really wrong, Savis would definitely have thought that this was the Empress herself.
Savis' thick neck seemed to be rusted to death. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Duque. His expression was unknown whether it was anger, pain, or sorrow.
"Duke Marcus, you're messing with me?!"
"That's right! I'm messing with you. "Duque was very happy to be mischievous.
At this moment, the giant version of Queen Azshara spoke again. "Savis, if you yield, I can consider letting you be my guest in the bedroom …"
Savis's originally small soul suddenly became incomparably messed up.
Before the War of the Ancients, Savis had already served the Queen for close to 10,000 years. Even though Queen Azshara was arrogant and silly, she was publicly recognized as the number one beauty among the Night Elves back then.
Of course, that completely blue skin was something Du Mouke couldn't accept in the past. Ever since he accidentally slapped her hooves, it didn't seem so unsightly anymore.
However, even an outsider like Duque could clearly feel Savis's crazy love for the Queen.
Speaking of which, there weren't many males among the Night Elves who didn't like Queen Azshara (perhaps the Stormrage Brothers were an exception). It wasn't that Queen Azshara didn't know, but she was used to using her beauty to manipulate her admirers, making them risk their lives for her, and toying with all the big bosses in the palm of her hand.
It was precisely this habit that gave her the confidence to think that she could capture the heart of the fallen Titan Sargeras. Sigh, who knew that Sargeras would have such a heavy taste. He liked female orcs like Garona who could smash watermelons with their pectoral muscles!
Other than his master Enzos, Savis wasn't afraid of anyone. Now, it seemed that he had to add Queen Azshara to the mix.
The real Queen Azshara was still alive and kicking in the Broken Islands, so she naturally wouldn't come here to spoil things.
This was what Duque was doing with the Emerald Nightmare's characteristics — Don't you like your Queen very much?
Come on!
Pretentious!
Create trouble!
I announce in the name of the Queen that you are going to become a masochist.
Savis was about eight stories tall at the moment. To a human, he was definitely a giant. But in front of Queen Azshara, who was controlled by Duque and was purely spiritual materialization, he was like a ball.
A pair of long, blue legs stomped down on him.
Savis collapsed on the spot.
"Ah! Your Majesty — "
"No! I … That … "
"Ahhhhh!"
Duque used the system to project the Azshara in his memory, and then he controlled the female giant Azshara to abuse Savis.
After a few rounds, Duque was absolutely sure that this guy was an incurable foot fetish, queen fetish, masochist …
Perhaps he had really played a similar unspeakable game with Azshara in the past.
Anyway, after a series of "Queen's Trample" and "Queen's Whip," Savis typed GG amidst the laughter.
Right!
This guy actually had a satisfied smile on his face before he died.
Duque held his forehead. "Uh, did I do something wrong?"
Savis' remnant soul, which had been infused with Enzos' evil divine power, was definitely not weak, but Duque had grasped his greatest weakness. Every piece of Savis' soul was branded with a twisted love for Azshara, which caused his already incomplete soul to become even more unstable.
After a few rounds, like a sand sculpture on the beach being washed away by the waves, Savis' remnant shadow collapsed.
Yes, it was indeed a sand sculpture!
Everyone repeat after me —
Sand — sculpture —
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