There was a kind of awkwardness that was worse than death.
There was another kind of awkwardness that was worse than death.
Duque also wanted to confirm if there was a kind of love that was called letting go.
Unfortunately, in this situation, it felt like he would die whether he let go or not. Since he was going to die anyway, Duque simply gave up on the treatment and let his face enjoy the shocking pressure of the mountain of flesh.
At this moment, Aurelia's whole body was hot, and every inch of her exposed skin was dyed a beautiful red. It was very beautiful.
The strange feeling of being stared at by six eyes almost made Aurelia go crazy. She had no idea how to deal with this situation.
The more unexpected the situation, the easier it was for her to lose her mind.
Aurelia made a very stupid decision — cover up and not admit it!
She glared fiercely at Duque and used her left hand to touch Duque's eyelids, trying to make Duque close his eyes. She also said, "Duque is really drunk and muddle-headed."
Aurelia wanted to fool around, but the problem was that Duque's rumored sister-in-law did not agree.
Cirvanas also put his hands on his waist, "Sister, although I also want to protect your face, our family and friends are exposed to the Orcs' weapons … Sister, even if you are embarrassed, I still have to say — Duque is awake."
Aurelia might be able to fool Vanessa and Ilusia, but she could never fool her sister. The elves' long ears had a special ability called [Listen], which could hear sounds that were farther and had a wider frequency than humans.
The change in Duque's breathing could not be hidden from Queen Sylvanas. In this emergency situation, Queen Sylvanas directly pierced through this piece of paper.
At this moment, Aurelia wanted to die.
At this moment, Duque's arms were still tightly wrapped around a certain elf's waist.
She frowned and tried to make her face look fierce, "Duque, you still won't let go!?"
"You sisters promise not to hit me?" Duque continued to roll his eyes. His snorts echoed in the canyon between the deep Mount Hyjal.
Aurelia now treated Duque like a little ancestor. "For the sake of God, I can't wait to beg you. How would I dare to hit you?"
Ten seconds later, the farce was over.
Someone pretended to be fine. He seemed to be decisive, but in fact, he reluctantly let go of the Demon King Aurelia.
Then, Duque asked the system elf to inform his body to filter his blood through the arcane circuit and let the [Phoenix Flame] circuit evaporate the alcohol in the blood. Then, he washed his face. Duque finally sat opposite the blushing Aurelia.
On one side were the Windrunner sisters, and on the other side were Duque, Illucia, and Vanessa, who stood at the back, with a dining table between them.
With Cirvanas' brief and concise explanation, Duque finally understood the current situation.
"Duque, for my sake, send troops to save Cuel Salas, okay? Only your army can save my hometown. "
Duque crossed his fingers and pressed the back of his fingers against the tip of his nose. His gaze became deep again. He was recalling all the details of the second battle of the Dark Portal that he knew.
Once, he was a player who understood the story of a game.
Right now, he was a transmigrator who had personally arrived to control the direction of this world-shaking battle.
Everything could change, and every choice had the chance to have a far-reaching impact.
At this point in World War II, Duque could almost say that even if he didn't do anything, the Alliance had a 70% chance of winning. The problem now was no longer limited to winning, but the situation and layout after the victory.
Once they entered the third battle of the Dark Portal, it would be the day of the rise of the Lich King. The entire north and Lordaeron continent would be smashed into pieces by the brainless Arthas.
How much vitality could be preserved was the key. However, when he thought of the Silvermoon Council, the pig of the pig teammates, Duque had the urge to quickly kill them all.
The Silvermoon Council was arrogant, deceiving the people and the king. They were a cancer in the world of the High Elves. Other than fighting to the death in the last battle, the Silvermoon Council was definitely a useless trash-level existence. Yet, dealing with them in advance was tantamount to dividing the humans and the High Elves.
Duque pondered for a while, and finally sighed. "Seamus is right. Before we get Cuel Salas's application to join the Alliance and a letter asking for help, the Alliance can't send troops."
As soon as Duque finished speaking, the Windrunner sisters, who were already tearing up, stood up.
Aurelia bit her lip hard, and blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth. She slammed the table. "Duque, I was wrong about you! 30,000 elven civilians will die because of the wrong choice made by the Silvermoon Council and you! Duque, I … I … I hate you — "
Aurelia was extremely agitated, her chest heaving up and down violently.
Duque was not in the mood to appreciate this stunning scene.
Duque was also angry. "Then what about me? Being biased and bringing the elites that Stormwind relied on to restore the country, just because of your request, illegally crossed the border, rushed into a forbidden country, and fought with the tribe. Then, the Sun King said, 'Ah! I didn't ask you to come into our country ', as if we were just watching a dog fight. You dismissed us with just one sentence? "
What Duque said was absolutely the truth. The key to Cuel Salas's crisis was that the higher-ups of Silvermoon City were like sh * t.
This was the arrogance of the High Elves that had been passed down for thousands of years. It had nothing to do with Duque or any other race in the world.
Aurelia cried bitterly. She leaned on the table and wailed.
The tears of a beauty always made people's hearts ache.
Cirvanas clenched his fists and pursed his lips. He could not help but shout, "Duque, my sister trusted you wrongly. Without the Phoenix Flame that she gave you, would you have the status you have today? "
Faced with Queen Sylvie's rebuke, Duque smiled sadly. "Then I'll accompany you to the Long Song Forest as an individual. After I die in battle, I can return the favor to Aurelia, right?"
A cold wind blew through the room. For a moment, all the women in the room were stunned.
Duque … The powerful Duque who had the power to mobilize the troops of the Eight Kingdoms, had a series of brilliant achievements, and carried the hopes of countless humans, actually had the courage to say such words?!
No one did not believe in Duque.
Because Duque's words were almost synonymous with fate.
Suddenly, the door was knocked open.
"No! If you die in Cuel Salas, what about the millions of soldiers and civilians in Stormwind who are waiting to restore the country? "General Seamus roared.
"What about the private soldiers who trust you and are loyal to you? What about your followers? You don't even have an heir! "Windsor also roared.
The Windrunner sisters were dumbfounded.
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