"Cheers!" With a few pieces of roasted meat in her mouth that she had just bitten off a stake, Alexstrasza also shouted.
The group of big shots wasn't drinking traditional wine now.
As a transmigrator, it would be unfair to the audience if he did not bring harm to the world.
After the end of the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, Duque started to work on some technology that was not really technology. For example, brewing technology. Relying on the System's memory comparison and the support of a group of wine fanatics, he managed to produce beer and white wine that tasted eight or nine out of ten before he transmigrated.
Now, they were drinking the iced beer invented by Duque!
It tasted so good!
Even Queen Kalia, who did not like to drink, secretly took a few sips.
William's thin beard was covered in the white foam of the beer, and he looked a little funny. "Brother Duque! When are you coming back to lead us to attack Tirisfal? "
Duque smiled. "If I don't stabilize my body, I won't be able to command on the frontlines. But you can't rush it. There are still more than a hundred thousand Alliance troops in Kalimdor to clear out the demons. You should at least wait for Mograine and Turayan to return, right? "
"King Nozdormu is too much … Brother, you're in such a hurry to carry out some mysterious mission when your body isn't stable," William muttered.
Kudran nudged Varian in the side with a kind gesture.
Who knew …
"Nozdormu, you bastard! Pay for my feast! "
As Nozdormu's elder sister, Alexstrasza immediately scolded.
She obviously drank a little too much.
Even though Duque had repeatedly reminded them not to mix white wine and beer, there would always be dragons courting death. However, this caused the Dragon race to scold each other, which … was a good thing!
Of course, while everyone was celebrating, they were also discussing how to flatten Lordaeron City.
In everyone's eyes, Arthas, who had been chopped in half, was already a dish on the plate. However, Duque said that everyone could only be cautiously optimistic.
As a living person, Duque could not wait to be burned to ashes by the Forsaken.
Unfortunately, in the original history, the next step would be the Lich King Ner 'zhul rebelling and leaving the Burning Legion.
In this life, Duque did not dare to guarantee that Ner 'zhul would jump out.
Moreover, with Ner 'zhul's rebellion, there would no longer be a scene of the Dark Ranger Sylvanas angering Arthas and becoming the Forgotten Queen.
Duque had no idea how the situation would develop.
It was a good thing that the Calamity Army and the Burning Legion were fighting each other, but if they were still in the same boat, they could only fight to the end.
Duque did not respect the original work at all. He did not mind promoting further peace between the Alliance and the Horde. He even thought of enticing the Horde to send troops to attack Lordaeron directly.
Unknowingly, it was already late at night, and the banquet ended.
Duque could hold his liquor very well. He didn't even need Vanessa's help. However, when he returned to the bedroom, Duque realized that none of the lights were on.
Suddenly, an elegant sound of a harp rang out, like the tinkling of a clear spring in the depths of the mountains. It had a familiar and graceful gentleness, and Duque's heart was on fire.
"Aurelia, my dear …"
Just then, the second beautiful sound of a harp rang out, and the song suddenly changed from a solo to a more cheerful ensemble.
"Windsor?"
Just as Duke was thinking about what kind of surprise they would give him, the third harp sound rang out. The craftsmanship seemed to be slightly rougher than the first two harps, but after the first few notes, it displayed a wonderful sound of a harp craftsman's level.
"This is …"
Just as Duque's face was filled with surprise, an even bigger surprise was yet to come.
In the darkness, a row of 'keys' appeared in mid-air. It was not accurate to say that they were keys. They were clearly rectangular pieces of ice. An extremely light ice percussion hammer hit the 'keys' that had a semicircular cross-section, and suddenly there was a clear and melodious sound like chimes.
The next moment, when the small hammer needed the previous note again, another piece of ice keys formed under the hammer.
The light and clear sound of the harp mixed with the crisp sound of the percussion, forming a wonderful mini symphony that gave people an inexplicable sense of joy.
Suddenly, twelve beams of light surrounded Duque at the same time, neatly arranged according to the position of a clock.
What came into view were five extremely charming and beautiful women.
The one in the middle was naturally Aurelia. She gently stroked the harp with one hand as she leaned on the chaise longue. The rose-red chair complemented her slender and beautiful figure, but it did not diminish her voluptuous figure. She was only wearing a light veil, but her face was full of dignity, causing Duque to gulp non-stop.
On the left, Windsor leaned lightly on the windowsill, her posture graceful and relaxed. Under the moonlight, her thick and fluffy silver hair formed a beautiful combination with her smooth and soft jade-like body. Facing Duque, she responded with a gentle gaze. Just the endless love in her eyes was enough to melt Duque's body and mind.
On the upper right, Cirvanas' two long legs hung down from the beam of the roof, swaying lightly, as if he was stirring up circles of water in a peaceful stream. The beautiful curves of her long legs served as a contrast to the great elasticity of her muscles. The wind around her gently made the green leaves flutter up and down around her, forming a sharp contrast with the resplendent crown on her head.
A little further to the left was a noble woman who also had a golden crown on her head. Her eyes were as gentle as water, and her intelligent pupils shone with a light that no one could completely understand. As she played, her golden waterfall-like long hair spread out on her long and beautiful swan-like neck, as well as her perky magic peaks.
Even though almost all of her attention was on Duque's face, she still did not stop her delicate fingers. Her nimble performance added the nobility and elegance of an old royal family to her beauty.
Unknowingly, Illucia had slowly walked behind Duque, her tender fingers caressing Duque's shoulder. Like the most gentle little wife, she helped Duque take off the gorgeous clothes that were only prepared for outsiders.
Looking at each and every one of his beautiful female confidantes, Duke suddenly thought maliciously, is this the legendary dog abuse festival?
Having any one of them was enough to cause any man in Azeroth to go crazy with jealousy, let alone five of them together?
It was clearly late at night, but Duque's gaze seemed to have traveled through time and space, seeing the blue and calm ocean in summer, the warm and smooth beach sand, and the happy world filled with the laughter of the birds.
Duque opened his arms proudly, "Which one is it tonight?"
"Which one?" Aurelia had a smile on her lips, "Didn't I say it before? I want you to treat each of your sisters equally. I don't mind you bringing me new sisters, but you must first settle all of them. Isn't that right? "
Duque's expression suddenly changed.
He finally knew what this was.
Sisters of one heart!
Grinding an iron rod into a needle!
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