In the void, Kil'jaeden's projection, which was only the size of an ordinary human, suddenly turned around.
Clearly he had no pupils, only a pair of 'eyeballs' spewing flames, but at this moment anyone could see that Kil'jaeden was interested.
Not only him, but even the Eredar twins who were lying on the ground, curled up, were suddenly attracted by an incredible emotion.
Despite being extremely weak, dizzy, and exhausted, the twins still struggled to raise their heads and prick up their ears to listen to the next conversation between Duke and Kil'jaeden.
"Infernal Affairs! Do you know what you are talking about? This matter has nothing to do with you."
"I know! But the failure of the Eredar Twins is your failure, Lord Kil'jaeden, and it is also my failure. I think I have the ability to make up for it all." Duke said with seemingly great humility.
Kil'jaeden's avatar narrowed his eyes. "What do you need?"
"Power! The Burning Legion has absolute power in Azshara! This includes the interrogation of prisoners, the construction of portals, the deployment of new defense systems, and the power to dispatch all lord-level demons!" Duke said calmly, "In exchange, I am willing to bet my soul and build a portal within seven days that can accommodate Lord Archimonde's arrival."
"Oh!?" If Kil'jaeden had only anger in his heart a moment ago, he was undoubtedly filled with infinite surprise now: "Can you rebuild that complex rune shield and speed up the construction of the portal?"
"That thing is not difficult. It will take two days at most. Including debugging and re-gathering the magic of the Well of Eternity, it will be a total of four days. And I said before that it only takes me three days to build the portal! In other words, if you leave it all to me, it will take seven days! No more, no less!" Duke's words were decisive, sonorous and powerful, and full of absolute confidence.
Even Kil'jaeden was moved by such courage.
Kil'jaeden is definitely having a hard time now. If Azeroth is an unimportant, low-level planet, then the attack will fail, and we can just come back with another legion.
Anything involving the Pantheon's Titan of Creation is definitely not simple. He, Archimonde, and Sargeras are the only three people in the Burning Legion who know how important Azeroth is.
Now it was the Eredar twins, who were his confidants, who had caused trouble. He could not escape the blame at all. Not to mention that Archimonde, who had always been at odds with him, would not treat him well, he could not withstand the wrath of Sargeras above him.
Once the plan is delayed, even if the Burning Legion succeeds, Archimonde will suppress him. You know, although he and Archimonde are ministers in the same palace, after all, they were the three giants of the Eredar and have always been in competition.
Kil'jaeden would definitely be unhappy to acknowledge his grandson like this.
The current situation has forced Kil'jaeden to take risks.
He was a decisive leader, and he made the decision on the spot: "I have never been stingy with rewards and promotions for capable subordinates. As long as you can complete the construction of the portal on time, not only will the reward I promised you before be doubled, and you will be promoted to a high-level lord, but I can also agree to three special requests that are worthy of this achievement. Of course, I will never tolerate losers who mess up big things, even if they are old subordinates who have followed me for many years..."
After Kil'jaeden finished speaking, he didn't even need to cast his sharp gaze over; the bodies of the Eredar twins were already shaking like sieves.
"I will ensure that the mission is completed!" Duke promised solemnly.
Duke was so overjoyed at this time that his face was beaming with joy. This time he was not pretending to be happy, he was really overjoyed.
Hehehe! Burning Legion! Have you finally put your neck on my noose?
Duke sneered with ill intentions.
Kil'jaeden interpreted Duke's excited yet cold smile as having another meaning - ambition.
Kil'jaeden also laughed: Ambition is definitely a good thing for a Void Lord! I'm not afraid that you don't have ambition, I'm afraid that your strength is not worthy of your ambition.
As a person in a high position, the thing you fear least is the people below you struggling for power.
The Burning Legion is a destructive corps composed of the most cruel and brutal races in the universe. It is not a charity. If you don't have some means and strength, you deserve to be devoured without leaving even a bone.
Kil'jaeden glanced coldly at the twins and Xavius who were kneeling on the ground. He ignored Xavius and directly gave the twins another round of soul punishment.
After torturing the two poor fellows, he said to Duke, "Infernal Affairs, the twins are now in your hands. If you think they are still useful, let them make amends for their crimes. If not, you can deal with them yourself."
After that, Duke found a delicate bracelet flying out of another portal not far away. As soon as he received it in his hand, Duke knew what it was.
This thing is like the golden hoop that Tang Monk used to control Sun Wukong. A single thought can activate the magic circle in the bracelet and make the Eredar twins regret being born into this world by torturing their soul cores.
Of course, it is not impossible to kill the twins, but doing so will definitely be disadvantageous to Duke.
It's simple. Does Duke have horns on his head? Does he have three whiskers like a penis on his chin? Does he have a tail? Does he have hooves?
Damn it, in the Burning Legion, how could a human like you kill the elite of the Eredar?
Before the door was opened, Duke could do whatever he wanted to the Eredar Twins, except killing them. Once they were killed, Kil'jaeden would definitely focus all his attention on Duke. That would not be fun.
"I understand!" Duke lowered his head deeply.
Kil'jaeden's will faded.
The air around returned to its former calm. If it weren't for the traces of burning destruction left by shadows and flames everywhere, one would never have thought that a fierce chase had just taken place here.
Duke glanced at Malfurion's soul, which was still in his dark hand, and said coldly, "Be quiet, despicable night elf! Otherwise, I will cut your soul into pieces and scatter your soul fragments in every filthy place in the world. Finally, I will hand over your soul core to the Lord of the Burning Legion and let him deal with you according to his interests."
Malfurion was terrified and desperate. Enveloped by Duke's dark power, he could not contact the Emerald Dream even if he tried his best...
Duke turned around and faced Xavius: "Take me to see the spell shield!"
"Yes!" Xavius lowered his noble head deeply.
On the other hand, because the magic supply of the Well of Eternity was restored, the night elf army, which had been in a very weak position just now, launched a frenzy of counterattack.