Duke is a man who pays great attention to the big picture.
If he didn't pay attention to the overall situation, he would have been destroyed in the first Dark Portal. Although he is known as the destroyer of history, he actually tried his best to control the direction of the overall situation and make the situation in Azeroth improve little by little.
Duke is a very timid man.
But it is a guy like him who, when forced into a desperate situation, can always burst out with courage that even he himself can't imagine, and he can kill demons and ghosts all the way and even get the title of a great hero.
Duke, who is so contradictory in his nature, is of course very clear about the current situation - if he fails to get rid of the Burning Legion at this point in the War of the Ancients as he did in history, or if he is exposed and hanged here, then everything will be over.
If the Legion is not dealt with, Azeroth will be a dead place in ten thousand years. At the same time, the current Nozdormu will definitely be killed, so there is no question of ten thousand years later.
If I just hang here, even if the outcome of the ancient war remains the same, it will be meaningless.
Therefore, preserving himself and pushing the War of the Ancients to maintain its original outcome are both parallel and non-conflicting.
Duke never thought of himself as a saint who was compassionate and wanted to save all innocent lives in the world. Therefore, people and things that violated these two points could be sacrificed when necessary.
Even though at least a million elves had died since the start of the War of the Ancients, he had no psychological burden. In Duke's opinion, this was no different from when he commanded Alliance soldiers to fight in the Dark Gate Wars I and II.
But when Duke saw Tyrande, his 'old comrade', he felt upset.
Just a second ago, I rejected the twins' temptation with the excuse of "I don't want to climb trees", and the next second, what do you mean by coming here, Tyrande?
This is not the way to get caught in the crossfire!
You did a gorgeous backflip ten times and then a 3600-degree side flip to hit the gun barrel!
Do I have to pretend that I am gay right now? Do you believe that Gemini will find some strong and handsome men to trick me right away?
Moreover, for a female demon of the Gemini level, it is easy to tell at a glance whether Tyrande is within Duke's aesthetic range!
At this moment, Du Mouke suddenly faced a super serious crisis that concerned his life and death, and the survival of his soul!
If he takes even the slightest wrong step, he will be doomed!
Of course, as a traitor, he could immediately fight his way out of Azshara and return to the night elves, but if that were the case, how would he proceed with the subsequent drama of an egg pretending to rebel?
What if he just rebelled and the Burning Legion didn't believe Illidan and killed him directly? Then this big drama would not be able to go on!
Duke swallowed.
Gemini immediately understood what he meant.
Auresaiss said with seductive eyes: "Haha! No wonder our Infernal Lord doesn't like ordinary stuff."
Queen Sarolas came closer and blew a breath of hot air on Duke's neck. "A high priestess of an indigenous god... this is indeed incomparable to those voluptuous bitches. Wu Jiedao, you have good taste!"
Facing such unreliable likes from the Eredar Twins, what else can Du say? He can only put on his signature 45-degree look up to the sky with tears in his eyes in his spiritual world - in fact, you all don't understand my heart!
I am innocent!
I'm just a humble and timid college student!
Can anyone give me a Yellow River? I want to wash away my reputation as a beastly duke!
Xavius, who had become the King of Satyrs, strode into the hall with several upper elves who had voluntarily become Satyrs. Tyrande, who was held by the back of her collar and dangled like a puppet, attracted the attention of not only Duke and the others, but also other Void Lords.
"Hey, Xavius, it looks like you brought back a good toy." A Mo'arg lord walked towards Xavius.
Mo'arg is a humanoid demon that is one story tall. At first glance, it looks like a fat, oversized humanoid. If you look closely, you'll notice that it has a long, deformed arm and a huge foot with only two sharp toes.
When Xavius saw the person coming, especially the heads of night elf priestesses with fearful and ferocious expressions tied around their waists, he frowned.
"Barbaro! This is Tyrande Whisperwind, the high priestess of the moon goddess Elune!" Xavius seemed to emphasize.
"So what? I love to slaughter the priests of the indigenous gods! Although many of them cried out their gods' names until the last moment of their lives, most of them collapsed after seeing me slaughtering their companions. They begged me not to hurt them. But, hehe…"
Obviously, that row of heads was the fate of those who begged for mercy.
"Hey, Infernal Affairs, why don't you go and rob that priestess? If she falls into Barbaro's hands, she will be gone soon." Queen Sarolas instigated Duke.
Just at this moment, an accident happened.
Perhaps it was Barbaro's fishy breath that woke Tyrande up, and she launched a counterattack the moment she woke up.
An unsuccessful counterattack!
Xavius, who was still holding Tyrande, defeated Tyrande's counterattack with a single spell.
The next moment, Barbaro should have grabbed Tyrande and pierced her body with his claws.
A miracle happened at this moment - a quiet moonlight suddenly bloomed from Tyrande's body, forming billions of tiny white runes, wrapping Tyrande like a white gauze.
As a mo'arg lord, Barbaro's deformed and strong arms could easily knead a dwarven steam tank into dough, but when he grabbed it with one hand, his claws could not penetrate the five centimeters space on Tyrande's body surface.
That is a magical layer of absolute protection!
"What kind of power is this!" Barbaro was furious. He grabbed Tyrande's body, which was much smaller than his, and threw her out fiercely. Tyrande was immediately knocked unconscious.
"Huh!?" This time, not only Duke, but other lords also showed great interest in Tyrande.
There were more than ten lords in this hall, most of whom had just been teleported in and were still waiting for orders to go to the front line. They came up one after another and began to attack Tyrande in various ways.
It was obvious that Elune was showing her miracles to these savage void lords. The lords could seal Tyrande's attack power, and even knock her unconscious through shock, but they could not really hurt or torture her.
The lords cried out in despair, but there was nothing they could do.
This made Duke secretly relieved.
According to the original history, the helpless demon lords had no choice but to imprison Tyrande, and then there was the legendary escape scene.
Suddenly, Oreses sneered: "You useless people! If you can't handle it, get out of here."
Sarolas put a hand on Duke's shoulder: "Hey, Infernal Affairs, as long as you nod, we can help you deal with this Tyrande."
Duke's heart was filled with blood again!
Motherf*ucker!