Duke was a little bored that day.
As the highest person in charge of the Burning Legion stationed in Azshara, Duke needs to ensure that Azshara, the forward base, is not captured. As for the portal that Kronsara passed through, it was just a decoration. Everyone knows that the door cannot be opened before the guardian dragon is killed or a more powerful source of magic is obtained.
Kil'jaeden didn't rush him, and Duke was happy to have some free time.
Duke yawned as he glanced at the battle reports of the Burning Legion's top brass on the magical mirror that could transmit information. Basically, all the fronts were pushing forward smoothly, with no resistance to speak of. Only in the northwest of ancient Kalimdor near Mount Hyjal, the Burning Legion was stuck in a quagmire of resistance.
Because a large number of demigods in Azeroth took action.
They tentatively counterattacked the Legion, consciously avoiding Archimonde and only attacking other Legions on the flanks. The Burning Legion killed several lords and sent them back to the Twisting Nether. Archimonde was furious and sent several more capable lords who were on standby in Azshara to the front line.
But this is not Duke's business.
"Hmm? The Queen invites me to the dance?" Duke tilted his head in response to the message from the three elven maids. Originally, Duke didn't want to go, but he didn't want to go back to his palace either, because he really didn't know what expression he should use to face Tyrande.
After thinking about it, Duke agreed. After instructing the twins on some trivial matters, Duke came to the Queen's bedroom.
Apparently, Azshara was quite surprised that Duke agreed to come to watch the dance. After all, Duke had always refused to come because of various reasons such as being busy with official duties, and he also refused to accept the invitations of those upper elf beauties. For a while, Azshara almost thought that Duke was an unyielding, extremely self-disciplined and difficult demon.
With the coming of Archimonde and the provision of high-purity fel crystals to the high elves, coupled with the news received last night, Azshara had a significant change in her opinion of Duke.
Before the coming of Sargeras, her dream of becoming the Demon Queen was temporarily over. The commander of the Legion, Archimonde, was a typical warrior and a rough man. Azshara, who couldn't find a way out, seemed to want to invest more in Duke.
Duke saw through this, but didn't say it out loud - Queen Azshara is not a good person anyway! Invest! Just invest! Anyway, whether I succeed or fail, you will lose! If I can't kill you, I will lose!
Duke made up his mind. If Azshara dared to throw a sugar-coated bullet at him, he would eat the sugar coating and reflect the bullet back.
After a brief greeting, Duke sat down on the big sofa next to Queen Azshara's recliner.
The Queen gave a look and the band next to them started playing immediately.
Unlike the pure and natural music of the night elves in later generations, the music of the upper elves can be described as decadent. This was an era without violins, but there were harps and an unknown stringed instrument similar to the guzheng in the style of the night elves.
Accompanied by the provocative sound of piano and soft percussion instruments, the heavy curtain covering the roof in front of the eyes was suddenly pulled open.
She was an elf girl with quite fair skin, and she was performing a quite gentle elf dance to the music.
The music gradually became more intense, and the girl's dance became more relaxed. Soon, it was no longer relaxed. Duke could feel the explosive feeling in his mind.
She threw Duke a wink, her snow-white skirt fluttering in the wind.
Following the ever-changing rapid rhythm, the elf girl kept swaying her fair and flat belly, and her five white and green jade fingers gently opened, with her little finger and ring finger bent into her palm, intentionally or unintentionally holding up her Mount Alterac.
That's right, it's not as high as Tyrande's altitude, but it's still at the next-level level of Alterac Mountains, and as white as a snow-capped mountain.
Obviously, night elves would not have such skin color. Duke could even feel that this should be some kind of exaggerated magical transformation.
Queen Azshara was also very efficient and finished it in just one night.
Duke suddenly smiled bitterly.
But this is also to his liking.
It's better than looking at the purple upper elves every day and thinking about a child who might be born purple if he's not careful...
The elf girl vigorously danced her perky arms and her pair of snow-white bare feet, showing all her beauty with extremely fast, intricate and sensual body movements.
The fast dance steps are like the foxtrot in Europe and America, and the cross-swaying dance posture is sometimes elegant, sometimes sensual, charming and delicate, and sometimes mysterious. In addition, because there is not much fabric on the upper body, only two palm-wide cloth belts wrapped from the back of the neck to the front of the chest, the girl's dance also has the charming characteristics of belly dance, which is dazzling.
Her expression was so confident, so proud, so ambiguous, and so seductive, as if she was the goddess of beauty Venus. Everything was so sexy and attractive, full of beauty.
Duke seemed to be in a trance, as if the elf girl in front of him completely overlapped with the artificial beauty in South Korea before he traveled through time!
As she twisted her body, a large piece of the elf girl's long skirt fell off, and a large cheongsam-like opening could be seen on the side, revealing her sexy and slender thighs; as she twisted her body, she kicked off her high heels, revealing a pair of smooth little feet; as she twisted her body, the queen had quietly left the stage without her knowing, and the curtain tightly blocked the surroundings, as if the whole world was left with only the girl and Duke.
Undoubtedly, this elf girl is a beauty of the enchantress level, and her body is a mixture of angel and devil.
Angels have the whitest skin, while demons have the hottest bodies. The seductress has these two advantages in one, plus her tempting dance, which is enough to arouse the interest of any man in the world.
Looking at the elf girl kneeling between his legs, quietly using the angle to show off her beauty and looking at him with expectant eyes, Duke felt a pain in his balls.
He is still suffering from back pain and feels helpless!
"You are very good. What did Her Majesty say to you?" Duke said with a smile on his face.
"From today on, I belong to Lord Wu Jiandao." The girl was trembling a little. There was eagerness and fear in her eyes. She was afraid of Duke's rejection.
She couldn't imagine that she had committed such a great sin and had her body transformed. Her skin had become white, and she couldn't change back. Just like her compatriots who had become Sartres, this transformation was irreversible. If Duke still didn't accept her, she couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she went back.
The Queen has never been a truly benevolent superior.
"Okay, you're screwing me over!"