There was an expression of infinite joy on the girl's face. It was not pretense, but a real joy.
Seeing the girl's eyes change from slightly confused, uneasy and fearful to the current peace and hope, Duke wondered if he had really fallen, as he turned around and received a gift.
"What's your name?" Duke asked.
Unexpectedly, the girl did not answer him. Instead, she took two steps back and knelt down.
"Please give me a name, Master!"
"I'm asking what your name is?" Duke was a little embarrassed.
"No one among my compatriots regards me as an upper elf anymore. My old name has lost its meaning. So please give me a name, Master."
Duke asked repeatedly, but the girl still refused to answer. Duke was also discouraged. He could not take anyone from this era with him. He thought helplessly: Well, at worst, I can just leave her to Tyrande. After all, everything he did now was just a stopgap measure to paralyze the enemy.
"Celica! Yes, from now on you should be called Celica Eubitilia!" Duke's evil taste came out.
The girl gladly accepted it. She put her hands on her shoulders and bowed to Duke: "From this moment on, I am Celestia Eubitilia, who belongs only to you!"
"Come here!"
"yes!"
Duke, in shadow form, stretched out his black fingers and gently stroked down from Celia's shoulders. As the girl trembled slightly, his fingertips stroked the girl's collarbone, then passed through the valley and fell near her belly button, gently circling.
Despite her unbearable shyness, the girl quietly endured the slight uneasiness and fear in her heart.
"Well, I didn't expect that your qualifications are actually top-notch." To be honest, Duke was quite surprised. He thought that Queen Azshara had thrown a sugar-coated bullet at him, and at most it would be a charming vase. After checking, he found that this was a completely uncultivated virgin land!
Don't get the wrong idea.
It was talking about the qualifications of the girl now named Celica.
Although she is not very powerful now, her bones, muscle structure, and even her magic circuits that have not yet been fully formed, all have top potential!
It's only a matter of time before you enter hero territory.
The most rare thing is that, like most of the Moon Guardians, she is a typical practitioner of both magic and martial arts!
He tends to be agile, but is still an intelligence hero at heart.
who is she?
Another tragic figure who was buried in the long river of history and failed to become a hero?
Duke sighed in his heart. Speaking of which, the ancient times were also an era when heroes emerged in large numbers. Think about it, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, who founded the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, is now just an inconspicuous figure among the elven nobles. His embarrassing Archmage-level strength makes him neither good nor bad.
Celia showed a little joy when she was praised by Duke, but she didn't dare to be arrogant: "Please have mercy on me, Master."
"Pity? As long as you are loyal to me forever, I will!" Duke stood up and let her follow him: "I am not interested today, you should serve Tyrande first!"
The reluctance in Celia's eyes flashed away. She was sent by the Queen. Who would have thought that she would be asked to serve a prisoner of war, a slave girl?
But she adjusted her mindset well.
The old her is dead, and now she has to cling to Duke's thigh.
When Duke returned to his side hall, Tyrande was furious and cursed in her heart: "Du Kang, you bastard! You took me away last night, and you went out to change your taste this morning!?"
I know I don't love this man, but I just can't help getting angry.
Du Kang was caught in the crossfire!
Last night, when the battle was in full swing, Duke followed history and introduced himself to Tyrande as Du Kang. Then, without Du knowing, Du Kang was caught in the crossfire.
Woo! The coffin lid of the wine saint Du Lao Da can no longer be held down!
Duke was unaware...
"Master Infernal Affairs, she is..." Tyrande asked calmly.
"She is the dancer Celica that Queen Azshara gave me. But now she is my maid. From today on, she will serve you."
Celia came up and bowed respectfully.
The corner of Tyrande's eye twitched, and she felt relieved for no reason: It seems that this bastard still cares about my feelings... Tyrande! Be patient! You have to be patient! All this is a personal sacrifice to destroy the Burning Legion! As long as we can destroy those demons, the blood feud of our compatriots can be avenged. Moreover, even the goddess Elune agrees to this. This is the will of the goddess...
Women's minds are very subtle.
When she was trapped in the enemy's camp, Tyrande unconsciously regarded Duke as her greatest support. On the other hand, the sense of justice drove her to do all kinds of things that she was reluctant to do but had to do.
Especially when Duke turned around and brought back an elf girl who was as beautiful as her, Tyrande's sense of crisis was further aggravated.
After one night together, she had the most profound understanding of Duke's two sides. At this moment, Duke's will was undoubtedly kind, but in order to lurk in the Burning Legion, he had to keep a lot of dark power in his body. Even if this was for a noble goal, she found that the darkness was still quietly devouring Duke's heart.
This is a very bad sign.
If Duke really fell, she would be doomed. What's more terrible is that it might lead to the destruction of the world of Azeroth!
Glancing at the elf girl named Celia again, Tyrande shyly approached Duke and whispered in his ear: "During this period of time, I will try to like you! Bastard!"
Duke smiled bitterly. This period of time, of course, refers to the period until the Burning Legion is defeated.
Well, do as you like.
A pure white mooncloth dress wrapped around Tyrande's sturdy and plump body.
There was no special twisting of her waist or lotus steps or anything like that. Just the fact that Tyrande walked naturally to the middle of the side hall with the most solemn steps had a strange sense of holy beauty.
He gently took off his boots, and suddenly a pair of long legs that could beat most human women were exposed in front of Duke.
The next moment, the solemn aura of a priest disappeared, and what was left was an unprecedented charm that only belonged to a mature woman in full bloom.
It was a very strange scene. Tyrande, without any accompaniment, danced noble and moving steps, twisted her slender body, and fully displayed her energy and passion. However, the look in her eyes when she looked at Duke was extremely complicated.
Sorrow, complaint, a hint of hatred, and a hint of submission.
At some point, the dance ended and Duke, as if possessed by a demon, had already carried Tyrande to the sofa and was demanding her to his heart's content.
Tyrande also gave up and closed her eyes, but did not resist Duke's attack.
At this moment, the twins' voices suddenly came from the entrance of the palace.
"Hey, Infernal Affairs, let me introduce you to a powerful Kaldorei who has defected to the Legion—Illidan Stormrage!"
When Tyrande's eyes met those familiar amber shocked eyes, she felt like the world was coming to an end.