What in the world was ORZ Frustrated Front Bend?
Jaina didn't understand.
But she was a very studious and smart student. When she saw Duque use his finger, which was filled with golden holy light, to draw the three hieroglyphic characters ORZ in the dark air, Jaina understood immediately.
An indescribable shyness rushed out from the depths of her soul, igniting every inch of her beautiful body, making every cell excited because of the anticipation of the unknown.
Slowly turning her body, Jaina used her graceful body to construct a unique ORZ with the style of Queen Kurtiras.
Jaina, blushing, looked back and smiled. She should have been sly, but she pretended to be cute, with an indescribable sense of purity. "Teacher Duque, is this right? Is my training posture correct? If it's not, please correct me, teacher. "
Teacher Duque looked at the perfect curve and swallowed. He helped correct it while saying, "Here is wrong. Legs need to be separated a little more, and then here needs to be held up a little higher. Don't block the view."
"And then?"
"Don't move. Why are you trembling?" Duque asked, knowing the answer.
"Isn't it because you … are interfering with my … magic circuit!?"
"That won't do. You practice frost magic, so you have to maintain a calm state of mind at all times."
Jaina rolled her eyes at Duque and let him do whatever he wanted. Come to think of it, she had waited for fifteen years! The most beautiful fifteen years of a woman's life were spent in loneliness and waiting. She almost missed the shelf life of her youth. The only good thing was that she could finally give away this treasure before she turned thirty!
Jaina silently followed her heart, not deliberately or pretentiously.
When the magic circuit from Duke finally connected with her magic circuit, she cried and laughed. She let go of all her schemes and did not think about anything else. She enjoyed and endured this storm that she thought would never come. It was a storm that was thirteen years late.
During the long night, the teacher and disciple did many kinds of magic experiments.
For example, the physics of friction heat generation.
For example, the magic power flow experiment in the M-shaped pose.
It was not until the end of the long night that Jaina finally fell asleep with tears on her face.
The first rays of dawn appeared.
Duque noticed that Jaina had woken up early in the morning and was staring at him strangely.
"What are you thinking about?" Duque smiled, a little curious.
Jaina caressed Duque's chest with her jade-like fingers. "I'm wondering how long these days will last. Sigh! Elves were good, they didn't have to worry about aging. Human life is too short. Although she's beautiful because of her short lifespan, when I think about how much of my youth I have left to fight for the favor of those heaven-defying existences who won't age for tens of thousands of years, I feel a little hopeless just thinking about it! "
A wave of guilt surged in Duque's heart.
"Gianna!"
"Hmm?"
"Promise me you'll keep it a secret!"
"I swear I won't reveal any secrets about you!" As smart as Jaina was, she subconsciously felt that Duque was going to bring out something good, but she didn't know what it was.
"Actually … when I saved the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, Her Majesty the Queen gave me a small gift as a thank you. Hmm, it's the same as the Night Elves from before, the eternal kind …"
Duque was very vague.
How could someone as smart as Jaina not know?
Jaina's expression was very interesting.
Before Duque transmigrated, there was never a lack of women who spent half a month's salary or more on cosmetics every month.
If she didn't buy enough cosmetics every month, she would eat whatever the dog ate.
If she bought too much, she would eat whatever the dog ate.
If it was November 11th, she might have to prepare to eat dogs that month.
Duke had still underestimated immortality. Eternal youth and whatnot. To a beautiful woman who loved beauty and was about to grow old, it had a great lethality.
Next, Jaina told him that she was actually also a Fire Mage, and her ultimate move was Passionate Fire! Ignoring her injured body from last night's experiment, Jaina courted death and unlocked almost all the poses. Then, the two of them experimented until late in the morning.
Noon …
Cirvanas looked at Jaina, who hid under the blankets with only two clear and shy eyes, not daring to make a sound. Then, he looked at the embarrassed Duque.
"Hey, Duque, you're really something …"
"This … I …"
"Do you think Jaina would dare to take you away without my permission?" Queen Sylvie sat on the wardrobe, her long legs dangling. "I knew you wouldn't be able to let go of this relationship. I only reluctantly agreed because she was willing to die for you. Duque, I'm not a jealous woman, but you have to know when to stop. "
"Uh, I understand, I …"
Just as Duque was about to say something, Vanessa knocked on the door. "Master, Her Excellency Tyrande Whisperwind requests an audience."
Duque felt a little strange. Because he could become a Shadow Priest, and to avoid suspicion, he had actually handed over his authority as the commander. After a short discussion, the highest commander of the Alliance in Kalimdor was now Turayan.
This was also a good example for the older Mograine to make way for Turayan, who was in his prime.
If they were to encircle the Burning Legion in Felwood Forest, Tyrande would have looked for Turayan and not him.
"Ask her to wait in the conference hall."
"No, ask her to come to my Wizard Tower. After all, the relationship between the Night Elves and the Alliance isn't very stable. "Jaina was a little more cautious.
"You …" Duque couldn't help but look down.
"Help me heal!" Jaina glared at Duque fiercely.
Fifteen minutes later, Duque, who was dressed formally, arrived at the lower level of the Wizard Tower with the two queens. He saw Tyrande, who was a little anxious.
"Welcome to Theramore. How may I help you, Her Excellency Whisperwind?"
Tyrande's exquisite face was filled with deep exhaustion. The destruction of an army of a hundred thousand, the destruction of Mount Hyjal, the elimination of the Burning Legion, the resettlement of the refugees, and the disappearance of the dragon race's blessing due to the destruction of the World Tree. The Night Elves no longer had eternal life and youth. All these things were weighing heavily on her slender shoulders, making it hard for her to breathe.
The joy of victory that could still be seen in the higher-ups of the Alliance was almost gone from her face. After all, the Alliance would at most worry about the compensation, but she had to worry about the future of the entire Night Elves.
"I'm here this time to ask His Excellency Duke Marcus …" Tyrande's expression suddenly changed halfway through her sentence. "Wait, what about your element?"
Duque smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry. The moment I killed Archimonde, I suffered a backlash from the demon commander's curse. It took me a lot of effort to change the nature of the dark power he injected into my body, but I'm afraid I can only be a priest for now."
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