"Then, those who are interested in this batch of ore can pay Kul Tiras to build an ironworks in Theramore, and directly melt the ore into metal ingots and then ship them back."
When Duke said this, Magni's eyes lit up.
First of all, doing so can greatly reduce transportation pressure, and at the same time it also opens the door for Ironforge to get involved.
Secondly, developing mining in Theramore means that Theramore has an industrial base, which makes Theramore more prominent. Jaina is very happy about this. After all, no matter how much Kul Tiras is rebuilt, its geographical location means that it can only run sea transportation.
But Theramore is different...
Duke's next words made the alliance leaders understand clearly what it meant to reveal the real purpose.
"Those broken roads in Dustwallow Marsh are not suitable for transportation at all. When the time comes, Proudmoore, you can take a chieftain of the Horde for a tour, and then announce the construction of a railway from Theramore directly to the border of the Barrens. Of course, if the Horde feels that it is too troublesome to rely on human and animal power for transportation in the future, our Alliance can also help the Horde build a railway that runs through the entire Barrens... for free..."
People who have not experienced the era of great railway transportation will never realize how prosperous the transportation of materials and the exchange of people and culture will be with the construction of railways.
Although a portal can get you to your destination instantly, compared to the high consumption of magic power, only railways are truly cheap and efficient means of transportation.
Ever since Duke began to promote railways in the Alliance, the Alliance has completely changed in the past twenty years. Especially in Lordaeron, after Queen Calia came to power, she simply pushed forward the development of railways against all odds, which led to the miracle of Lordaeron's recovery in just over four years.
If the Hordes dared to introduce railways into the barren land, they would undoubtedly be hanging a sword of Damocles around their own necks.
It would be fine if the Alliance and the Horde did not go to war, but once a war broke out, the core area of the Horde would be destroyed instantly.
Even if peace is maintained, a railway that goes straight to the border of the Barrens is also a hidden deadly noose that can be tightened at any time. You know, laying a railway on the solid Barrens is a hundred times easier than laying a railway on the Dustwallow Swamp, which is full of silt and swamps and has an unstable foundation. If you get the most difficult part done first, won't the rest be easy?
Facing Duke's piercing gaze, Tyrande immediately realized that this was a secret counterattack by the Alliance in response to the Horde's control over the night elves.
Duke's scorching gaze made Tyrande feel hot all over, and she dared not look at him.
"Okay, next topic, Your Majesty Windrunner."
Sylvanas was a little surprised when Duke called her name, but then she nodded: "Is there anything the Sin'dorei can do for you?"
Duke smiled. "There is news that Anasterian, the traitor who shamelessly betrayed the Quel'dorei and caused the destruction of Old Silvermoon City and the Sunwell, is leading his remaining undead spirits to drift in Winterspring. Does the Sin'dorei have any idea about this?"
Sylvanas stood up and said, "Please ask the Alliance to give justice to our Sin'dorei and help them."
Facing the world map of Azeroth placed in the middle of the hall, a long blue elemental line condensed on Duke's right index finger, pointing far away at the Azshara region in the northeast of the Kalimdor continent.
"Azshara has been the territory of the night elves since ancient times. It is also the surrounding area of the ancient city of Azshara in the War of the Ancients. It is most appropriate for the sin'dorei, descendants of the high elves, to reclaim this area."
When Duke said this, everyone understood.
Yes, Azshara is undoubtedly a painful enclave for the Sin'dorei Kingdom across the sea. But combined with the ancient heritage and the special significance of hunting down traitors, things become different.
Moreover, if the Azshara region is developed and some ancient high-elf magical documents are discovered, the Sin'dorei mages will definitely be ecstatic.
Duke turned around and said, "Lord Whisperwind, do the night elves have any objections to the Alliance arranging for the Sin'dorei to return to Azshara?"
Tyrande groaned for a moment and said, "As long as the sin'dorei promise not to abuse the arcane like their ancestors, the night elves have no objection. After all, our two races share the same roots."
After all, in later generations, the Dark Night, Blood Sperm, and High Sperm tribes also reunited. Duke was happy to see this happen.
Sylvanas raised her right hand: "I swear in the name of Queen Sin'dorei that all magical experiments above the Archmage level will be strictly supervised."
"The night elves are fine then."
Duke continued, "Okay! The last and most important topic is about the Blackrock orcs and Dark Iron dwarves who started to become active in the Scorching Gorge and the Burning Plains at the same time..."
"Those black people should be hanged!" Magni drew out his war hammer and swung it. "I'll bang them again and again! Don't let me see them, or I'll point my musket at their eyes and give each of them a shot!"
Duke's system AI rarely reminded that because Magni's words were too rude, all sensitive words have been replaced with "wow". It is strongly recommended that the host not listen to it. If you need to play back the translation, please click "yes"!
Duke nodded silently in his mental world.
Many years have passed since the War of the Three Hammers of the dwarves. Although the Bronzebeard dwarves have reconciled with the Wildhammer dwarves, as for the Dark Iron dwarves... haha!
The historical event of saving the dwarf princess seems to have not happened yet. Du is really upset about it.
Recalling that Du had accepted a mission in the game to rescue Magni's beloved daughter, Princess Moira Bronzebeard. But when he arrived at the scene, he found that he and his teammates had to deal with the attack of this stupid princess who suffered from Stockholm syndrome and fell in love with her father's archenemy, the Dark Iron King, Dagran Thaurissan, and to deal with the Dark Iron King.
alright.
After the Iron King was taken down, even more explosive news came out.
Moira claimed that she was pregnant with Dagran's child, and that she and Dagran loved each other so much that not only did she refuse to return to Ironforge, she was also planning to give birth to the child.
How confused the players are!
But... in order for the Three Hammers to unite again in the future and form the Three Hammers Council.
Duke was very unkind and wished Magni the best in his heart - prepare to become a grandfather!
Of course, Duke was completely nonchalant at the moment. After Magni finished his rant and calmed down, he said, "Things are more complicated than we thought. The latest intelligence I received shows that the remnants of the Blackrock Orcs, the Dark Iron Dwarves, and the Elemental Lords who escaped from the Battle of the Searing Gorge seem to be ready to make a move."
Duke was ready to present intelligence as usual, and then convince the kings with reason and evidence, but...
This time Duke was completely confused.
Magni waved his short, sturdy hand and said, "Intelligence shows!? Come on, I've known you, Duke, for twenty years. Anything you emphasize is bad news. This broken world has almost been destroyed for the third time. Even if you tell me that the fourth world-destroying crisis is coming soon, I won't be surprised at all! Just tell me, who is the enemy boss this time? To what extent do we have to go? You tell us, and we will do it!"
The dwarves are a race that likes to ignore the process and go straight to the result.
The dwarf was known for being rude and direct, but he didn't expect the other kings and bosses to nod in agreement.
The master craftsman Gelbin wiped his small round glasses with a cloth and echoed absentmindedly, "Yes! Duke, just tell us straight! Is it a local war or a full-scale war? Tell us so that we can have an idea and prepare munitions! Just give us a copy of your intelligence and rhetoric, and we can use it to fool the people below."
"Yes! My Storm Hammer is thirsty!" Kurdran also joined in the fun.
Well, all of a sudden, all the dwarfs who needed to be persuaded raised their hands and feet and voted in favor.
Duke's mouth opened into an O shape, and he suddenly realized that the words he had prepared were of no use at all.
Looking around, the queens of their own clan did not need convincing, they had already started mobilizing. The current boss of Dalaran was Rhonin, who absolutely followed Duke's lead.
Duke himself is the representative of Stormwind this time.
Okay, unanimous approval!
Duke stopped being pretentious and walked directly to the military map. He pressed the edge of the map table with both hands and leaned forward, in a posture that looked like a tiger roaring.
"There are two enemy factions. One is the remnants of the black Dragonflight, Prince Nefarian and Princess Onyxia. Nefarian is now controlling the Blackrock orcs and a large number of black dragons and half-dragons entrenched in the upper and lower levels of Blackrock Spire. The other faction is..."
Duke raised his right hand with his palm facing the sky, and suddenly an illusion of a fire giant with an inverted triangle upper body and holding a flaming hammer emerged.
"In the Dark Empire period, which was even longer than the ancient times, Ragnaros, the fire elemental lord, had been entrenched in the southeastern part of the ancient Kalimdor continent. It was Ragnaros who transformed the ancient Red Ridge Mountains into today's Burning Plains."
"Damn it! It's this guy! Is it finally waking up? Well, if it's this thing, we Bronzebeard dwarves will be responsible for it." Magni stood up suddenly.
Kurdran also responded: "Count the Wildhammer dwarves as one."
In the final analysis, the reason why Ragnaros, who followed the Old Gods, appeared in this world was because of the War of the Three Hammers. Emperor Thaurissan lost the battle, but he wanted to turn the tables by playing summons, and ended up summoning the Firelord. Not only did he die, but even his Dark Iron dwarves became slaves.
Duke said in a loud voice: "Ragnaros actually showed signs of revival in the second Dark Gate final battle. At that time, the fire elemental giant Baron Geddon appeared. I think everyone still remembers it."
the Alliance leaders who had experienced the Second Battle of the Dark Gate nodded one after another.
"So, our worst-case scenario is that the Black Dragonflight and the Fire Element Clan attack us at the same time."
Sylvanas asked: "Can't we let the Wyrmrest Temple deal with the Black Dragonflight?"
It would have been fine if Sylvanas hadn't mentioned it, but after she did, Duke was furious. As one of the witnesses of history, he finally understood why the black dragons were so rampant and no dragons came to deal with them.
"In fact, after I returned from the long river of time, I went to Nozdormu and also went to Wyrmrest Temple. Everyone, do you know why the Burning Legion disappeared from the planet Azeroth after the death of Archimonde, one of the two commanders?"
"It's impossible that you are scared?" Calia said.
Duke sighed, "Of course not. The Burning Legion relies on the fact that demons can be resurrected infinitely as long as they don't die in the Twisting Nether. Now there are more than ten thousand demons running to the atmosphere of Azeroth to cause trouble every day. Anyway, the four major dragonflights are very busy now."
"Atmosphere? You mean above the clouds?" Kurdran asked.
"I guess so. The atmosphere also includes the lower clouds, but the place where the dragons and demons are fighting is higher up, where there's no air."
"Are we only able to rely on the strength of us mortals?" Rhonin stroked his beard.
Duke corrected, "If it's the Blackrock orcs and Dark Iron dwarves, the mortal army can still deal with them. But what we need most now is to organize an elite team composed entirely of extraordinary people, go deep into the flame area called Molten Core under Blackrock Mountain, and deal with the King of Fire Elementals inside. If possible, we can also deal with Nefarian entrenched on the top of Blackrock Spire."
"You seem to have missed a target?" Jaina frowned.
Duke smiled: "No! I didn't miss it. The next plan is the key..."
the Alliance meeting in early January determined a series of new alliance policies.
This involves various aspects:
In diplomacy, the night elves joined the Alliance and reached a package deal with the Horde.
In the military, the Alliance announced that in order to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the founding of the Alliance, a military parade will be held in Stormwind City, the core of the first Dark Gate War, and in Lordaeron, where the Alliance was founded, in May and October respectively.
In terms of domestic affairs, in addition to the promulgation of a package of policies aimed at strengthening trade and cultural exchanges within the Alliance, what attracts the public most is the grand festivals that will be held almost every month since February this year to celebrate the 20th anniversary.
February 14th is Valentine's Day.
…
May 7th is Children's Week.
June 21st Midsummer Day.
September 20th Wine Festival.
When the news spread, the entire Eastern Kingdom continent was in an uproar, and people rushed to tell each other.
It's no wonder that the public reacted so enthusiastically. After all, the past twenty years have been full of ups and downs. The three Dark Gate Wars basically ploughed the entire Eastern Kingdom continent back and forth.
Many people fled from Stormwind Kingdom to Lordaeron, and then fled back to Stormwind Kingdom from Lordaeron, crossing the two continents back and forth.
Especially Arthas's ruthless Death Legion made the people shudder. Although the Scourge had been completely cleared out of Lordaeron, the occasional massacres by the Cult of the Damned still reminded the people of the existence of terror.
To this day, many people are still worried about the Lich King's comeback.
It can be said that as long as Arthas and that Ner'zhul have not been destroyed by the Holy Light, it will be difficult for people who have experienced the Scourge to sleep peacefully.
Now the Alliance has announced the holding of a series of festivals, which can somewhat alleviate the fear and sorrow in people's hearts.
On January 5th, in Stormwind City, at Countess Anrestor's mansion, Princess Onyxia casually threw the thick stack of information to the ground.
"Haha! It seems that we have been underestimated! I had some expectations for Edmund Duke, the man who murdered our father. Unfortunately, pretending to have a military parade and then encircling Blackrock Spire? What an unoriginal move." The speaker was a black-haired human man wearing a flaming crown who was leaning against the wall.
Unfortunately, he looks similar to Lord Prestor back then. Anyone who has seen the human form of Nefarian will quickly associate him with the black Dragonflight.
He is naturally Nefarian, the eldest son of Nefarian.
Onyxia elegantly sipped the red wine in the glass. A drop of bright red wine flowed down the corner of her lips, making this black-haired beauty who was actually a dragon look extremely charming. "Oh! My brother, are you still planning to let those dirty orcs attack Stormwind or Ironforge in advance? Or, is your trump card the Ragnaros who is under your lair?"
"The Blackrock orcs are nothing more than a group of slaves and watchdogs. As for the Fire Lord... I hate communicating with such violent guys because they simply can't talk properly." Nefarian shrugged, seeming a little helpless.
"Oh, so you finally choose to trust your toys?" Onyxia did not hide the sarcasm on her face.
"Hmph! Those precious experimental subjects will be my greatest reliance when I rule this land in the future!" Nefarian was interrupted by Onyxia's wild laughter before he could finish his words.
"Hahaha! How ridiculous! With those inferior toys of yours, they may not even be enough to deal with weak humans. How can you expect to deal with the dragon army of the Wyrmrest Temple?"
Nefarian's face turned livid. "Foolish sister! You don't understand the greatness of science at all! On the contrary, you have been staying in human territory. Aren't you afraid of being discovered and surrounded?"
"Hahahaha!" Onyxia laughed wildly with a hint of evil in her allure. "Without the four dragon kings, who can stop me? Besides, if you really piss me off, I'll burn down Stormwind City, kill their King Varian and Prince Anduin, and then find a chance to kill Edmund Duke. Then, Stormwind Kingdom will fall into division and chaos."
"Hmph! Arrogance and self-confidence are two different things. Since mortals can kill Archimonde, our demigod bodies may not be that reliable. Be careful, my sister. I don't want to see your dragon head hanging in the Valley of the Kings in Stormwind next time."
"You are the one, just don't let the Fire Demon King burn your butt!"
The two siblings parted ways unhappily.
Yes! Although the Black Dragons are all very powerful, their selfish nature makes them rarely united in their views. Even brothers and sisters still have their own standpoints.
The Black Dragon siblings didn't know that thousands of meters away, Lirath, the youngest of the Windrunner sisters, had turned on Dragon Tracking and easily sensed Nefarian's arrival and departure.
"Sure enough..." Lirath sighed softly, then disappeared into the night.
On January 6, in the Feralas region in the southwest of Kalimdor, a bloody and exciting gladiatorial contest was about to be held in the Dire Maul Arena.
What is very different from the original history is that the gladiatorial contest disappeared in the Eastern Kingdoms due to the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. But now, it is because of the kindness of Queen Calia, who hates this cruel and bloody killing, that the gladiatorial contest has been cancelled throughout the kingdom.
Where there is demand, there is a market.
Perhaps it was because the orcs had been slaves for more than ten years after the Second Battle of the Dark Gate that gladiatorial games became popular among the orcs.
Slaves from all over the world were sent to Dire Maul in Feralas, where they were forced to duel with each other or fight various dangerous creatures.
Of course, there were also orcs who prided themselves on being brave and voluntarily participated in the gladiatorial contests, because this was the only opportunity to legally kill humans in an environment where their Chieftain Thrall strictly prohibited any harm to Alliance members.
Likewise, thrill-seeking financiers from all over the world traveled thousands of miles, even across the oceans, to come here just to watch the most exciting gladiatorial contests.
On this day, a new pair of guests arrived in the VIP suite on the top floor of the Diremaul Arena, which happened to be called "Sunrise".
You know, this is not an ordinary VIP room. The cost of a single day in the room is as high as 10,000 Arathor gold coins.
When the mysterious owner of Dire Hammer set up this private room, he didn't expect that anyone would be so rich that they could afford the astronomical fee of 10,000 gold coins a day.
This is more like a kind of "asking for a sky-high price and then paying it back", in order to promote the second-rate Grand Magus level private rooms.
Who would have thought that today, a mysterious financial sponsor would appear.
"Pay in cash, no credit." The goblin in charge of receiving guests was ready to insult this mysterious rich man who overestimated his own abilities after hearing the request. He even called the ogre behind him, who had only one head left and originally had two heads, to come forward.
Because he never thought that anyone could give this money.
A servant came up from behind the moneybag and opened the space bag without saying a word.
"Crash!" With a crisp sound, a huge amount of gold coins that could not even fill a carriage poured down in front of the goblin in charge of reception.
The servant only said: "My lord said that any extra money is a tip for you."
After saying that, the mysterious financier who was in the lead, hugged the blonde masked dancer, and walked past the goblin reception in a grand manner.
I have to say that the VIP rooms of the Antonidas class are of some quality.
The windows of the private room used the latest one-way glass technology from Ironforge, so outsiders could only see a reflection. In the middle of the private room was a red velvet armchair that looked like a big bed, and it was very warm and comfortable to sit on.
There are two stoves on the left and right sides of the room, and outside the room there are two dedicated human waiters who add firewood to the stoves on time.
There are several ropes hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, each of which corresponds to a service. Once pulled, a certain bell will ring, and a special waiter will come in immediately to serve the guests.
The room is divided into two parts, the one closer to the arena is naturally for distinguished guests.
Outside is the lounge for the guards and maids brought by the guests.
As soon as he entered the private room and lay down on the recliner, the mysterious financier cast a spell to block all detection from the outside world and then revealed his true face.
Yes, of course he is Duke.
"Hey, Jaina, before the protagonist appears, do you want to practice human alchemy with Master?"
Inside the arena, the fight began.
Varian, who was unknown to the outside world, took the lead in launching a charge against the defending champion.
Varian's charge was very unique. Generally speaking, a warrior's Charge would lock onto a target, and then use the warrior's unique Rage ability to kill someone directly. However, when he was halfway through the charge, Varian used his superhuman perception to detect the Orc Swordmaster who was in stealth mode, and directly switched to Intercept and rushed out sideways.
"Bang!" It was a collision of flesh against flesh, strength against strength, without any fancy moves.
Varian, wielding two swords, not only knocked the opponent's orc swordmaster out of invisibility, but also used Half Hamstring in one breath!
"Well done!" During the time when Varian became a slave gladiator, his fellow gladiator, the high elf thief Vali LS Gunnar, suddenly jumped out of stealth.
As soon as he raised his hands, the two daggers emitting scarlet aura in his hands were swung at the back of the orc shaman who was serving as the healer at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
Sneak attack!
Backstab!
Cut!
Five-star boning!
If we only look at the order of her attacks, Valeera is undoubtedly the worst rogue, because she only cares about dealing damage and "forgets" to control the enemy healer.
If we consider her amazing attack frequency of using five skills in one second, as well as her super-efficient use of energy that is simply impossible for ordinary thieves to achieve, then it is not difficult to understand her choice to do so.
While Varian was still fighting with the Blademaster, and while their druid bearskin was still turning into a bear and fighting with the opponent's warrior, in just three seconds, the healing shaman of the defending champion team was lying dead on the ground.
"Baru! Baru! Heal! I need..." The orc swordmaster was suppressed by Varian and suffered terribly. He had seen warriors with great strength and warriors with fast and agile movements, but he had never seen a strong man like Varian who combined strength, speed and agility so perfectly.
Varian's two swords swung out a sword net like a storm. It had a crazy speed that surpassed that of a violent warrior, and it also had the skill of a weapon warrior. What was even more terrifying was that in the few counterattacks that the Blademaster had, he suddenly discovered that Varian's parrying skills were also perfect, and the Blademaster was about to collapse.
Because he found that he was more like dealing with a super monster who was proficient in the three talents of violence, weapons, and defense.
But this monster has a stronger fighting spirit than the orcs.
Without any surprise, after not waiting for the treatment he wanted, the Orc Swordmaster lived only two seconds longer than his Shaman companion before following in his companion's footsteps.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Valeera firmly believed that Varian could kill the swordmaster, so after dealing with the shaman, she rushed directly towards the only remaining orc warrior.
Unexpectedly, Broll Bearmant, a druid who specialized in wild talents, was suppressed by the orc warrior. The orc's blood-red battle axe had some evil special effect of absorbing the enemy's vitality.
The sharp axe could always break through the thick skin of the bear-turned druid, which was originally too thick for swords to penetrate, causing considerable damage to Broll. The orc warrior found that he could not catch up with Varian and Valeera, so he killed Broll with a combo.
After forcibly becoming invisible, Valeera used Sprint to rush over and launched a Sneak Attack on the orc warrior, but the effect was very poor. The opponent was immune to a large number of control skills in the violent state.
What's worse is that the opponent switched positions the next moment, activating Counter Storm while continuing to chase Broll! This made Valeera feel like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, with no way to start.
"I'm coming!" At this time, Varian descended from the sky like a god.
A gorgeous leap slash directly teaches the orc warrior a lesson.
The orc warrior was unable to seize the opportunity to kill Broll instantly, and eventually ended up in a dead end in a three-on-one situation.
There was no surprise when Valeera used a five-star Kidney Shot to stab the orc warrior directly in the lower back.
oh!
That's a kidney!
The most important internal organ of a man!
Just like that, he was beaten to pieces by the bloody and brutal Valeera.
Of course, there was no need for a moment of silence. Just as the orc warrior was paralyzed by severe pain and paralysis, Varian's two swords pierced directly into the artery and vein on the orc's neck in a cross shape.
The next second, with a swing of the two swords, a green head as big as a basket soared into the sky!
The battle is over.
The master of ceremonies's roaring voice echoed throughout the arena through the amplification magic.
"A new champion is born! Let us congratulate them. Now this black-haired young man has led the team to win the crown of the Dire Maul Arena. He has won the title of the great 'Ghost Wolf'. Yes! From this moment on, this nameless human warrior will be called the great - Lo'Gosh!"
"Logosh!"
"Logosh!"
"Logosh—"
The audience went crazy, especially those who bet on the underdog Varian team. Those who bought on their victory held their betting tickets tightly, waved their fists, and started shouting wildly.
In the VIP room, Jaina showed a surprised expression: "Wow! The title of Ghost Wolf! This time Varian is going to be famous all over the world!"
Duke hugged Jaina and smiled. "In the past, Thrall, the current chieftain of the Horde, was also a famous champion gladiator in Lordaeron! Now Varian has also won the title of champion gladiator. Don't you think it's funny?"
"Hey! Duke, why do you insist on training Varian? It would be a good idea for you to be the leader of the Alliance." Jaina asked the question that had been lurking in her heart for a long time.
Duke shook his head. "I trained Varian, just like Lothar trained me. There is no conflict between us. I have wisdom, foresight, and powerful magic, but I always lack faith, a strong spirit and willpower. This is determined by my experience. Besides, I don't know when I will be forced to leave again. Don't you think the Alliance needs double insurance?"
Jaina stopped talking and gently rubbed Duke's face with her smooth face.
Duke sighed inwardly.
There is no way around it, it is inseparable from his schooling experience before the age of 20. As a good young man who has accepted materialistic ideas, he really cannot accept idealism.
He would never be able to possess such pure chivalry or believe in gods like the natives of Azeroth.
An alliance needs at least two flags, one real and the other spiritual.
Duke at least hopes that Varian will become a role model of chivalry after growing up!
Ch.
#1130Chapter 1107 Cultivation
Chapter 1107 training
As she has become good sisters with Ilucia, Jaina of course knows about human alchemy and ORZ posture magic flow detection. In fact, they are all the same thing.
"Duke, you bastard! You kept telling me that it was something concerning the future of the Alliance, so I put down my heavy work in Theramore and came with you, but you tell me this as soon as you get here!?" Jaina, who took off her veil, seemed angry.
"Yes! Come and see how Varian has trained. Isn't it related to the future of the Alliance? Aren't you familiar with him? We came too early and he hasn't played yet. We are afraid that we will miss the show if we enter too late. Is it my fault?" Duke spread his hands and changed the subject: "By the way, Alchemy?"
Jaina's expression changed several times in an instant. She was born a real princess and received the strictest etiquette education since childhood. Normally, she would definitely not agree to do that.
but...
Jaina suddenly realized that she and Duke had been apart for very little time over the years.
Duke was either blown into the void or had an accident and was stuck in the river of time and couldn't get out.
The first time was ten years, the second time was four years.
A great hero naturally shoulders the fate of all mankind and even the whole world. She certainly cannot be so timid and ask Duke not to save the world and not to do those dangerous things.
It is obvious that a new crisis is approaching, and no one knows whether it can be overcome this time.
Especially since we will be entering the flaming hell Molten Core later!
She didn't even dare to imagine the horrific scene of Duke or one of her familiar comrades being burned to charcoal by the flames.
"Master, you bastard, how badly do you want to humiliate me?" Jaina muttered in anger, but finally she put aside her reserve and said, "This is because you and I have only had a few days to spend time alone together over the years."
Duke also knew that he had let down every one of the women in the harem, and he shouldn't have been such a bastard!
However, even if he did not pursue them specifically, as they got to know each other better day by day, when Jaina, Calia, Illucia, and Tyrande, all extremely famous beauties in history, came after him or had emotional entanglements with them by accident, he unknowingly fell in love with them.
When he came to his senses, there were already seven concubines in his harem...
Facing Jaina's anger and complaints, Duke could only shamelessly approach her and kiss her: "I know the war is coming, so I'm just looking for an excuse to be alone with you."
"Humph! You still have me in your heart!"
The evil Du became even more aggressive: "Since you are pretending to be a dancer today, why don't you dance first?"
Jaina wanted to strangle Duke to death.
"Will you jump?"
Facing Duke's questioning, Jaina felt hot all over.
"Damn it! I really don't know what I owed you in my previous life, and I am being bullied by you like this in this life..." Jaina complained. Fearing for safety, she quickly pulled the curtains, then gently raised her hands at a wonderful angle, and her slender white feet stepped into a lotus dance step, and the sexy waist that drove countless men crazy began to twist like a water snake.
Duke began to feel dry lips and tongue...
Half an hour later, the host's introduction sounded: "Ladies and gentlemen, today, we will usher in a shocking battle that can be called the battle of the century. The two sides of the battle are - the challenger night elf druid Broll Bearpelt, the high elf thief Vali LS Gunnar, and the warrior with dual swords, Nameless! Their opponent is the defending champion of Doommaul..."
Over here...
"Duke, are you still not ready? The fight is about to start."
"Alchemy is just one step away. Wait! It will be ready soon!"
Duke's sword, with its flashing sword, swung wildly and killed Jaina's army in a complete defeat.
"Woo woo—"
A few minutes later, Jaina, who had finally completed the alchemical ritual, quickly tidied her clothes, but found that she didn't even have the strength to stand up. She could only snuggle in Duke's arms on the recliner and look into the arena.
I have to say that the design of this super VIP room is really great. In the VIP room on the fifth floor, you can see everything in the arena by just looking down at the floor-to-ceiling glass while sitting on the recliner.
Combined with the room's built-in Vision Enlargement magic, your field of vision can be magnified up to ten times simply by pointing your hand at a certain place.
Enjoying her lover's embrace from behind, Jaina suddenly felt a warm sense of happiness and security.
Looking at the six people confronting each other in the arena, Jaina couldn't help but cast her eyes on the black-haired young warrior with scars on his face that looked like scars.
Jaina and Varian have known each other for a long time.
That was the first year of the Dark Portal, and Stormwind had just fallen. Because of their age, Varian, who was a few years younger than her, preferred to follow Arthas, who was like a little adult, and they were just casual friends.
Although Varian pretended to be strong at that time, he still showed some weakness and shyness in his bones.
Now, this impression is completely subverted.
It was still the familiar facial features, but the delicate face that once looked like a piece of fresh meat had become hard and clear-cut during the days of wandering between life and death. The scar on his face, which was said to be caused by lightning in a fight, added a bit of masculine charm to him.
And those wolf-like eyes. Just looking into them makes me feel as if I will be torn into pieces in the next moment.
"Ah! I seem to understand why you didn't rescue Varian directly, but let him continue his training."
"Right! I am an elder with good intentions!" Duke couldn't let go of Jaina's Hyjal Peak.
"Hey, Master, aren't you afraid that Varian will be killed by mistake?"
Duke stopped his hand and hugged Jaina's waist instead: "I'm afraid! But I'm more afraid that Varian will grow up to be a waste. In this increasingly chaotic era, every kingdom needs a wise leader. A useless king will only lead a country to destruction. What's more, I have seen fragments of Varian's future in the long river of time..."
"Is fate unchangeable?" Jaina's voice was almost a whisper.
"No! Fate has changed a lot, and it will still change at any time in the future. But I have to take the gamble. Only in this way can I live up to His Majesty Llane Wrynn's training and trust. Just like what I did to you in the beginning, I know His Majesty Daelin only wants you to be a good duchess or queen, but I think that is a great waste of your talent and ability, so I did not treat you as a canary in a cage. Instead, I sent you to Theramore. Look, aren't you living a very fulfilled life now?"
"Thank you, Duke, I love you!" Jaina tilted her neck back, turned her head, and gave Duke behind her a passionate kiss.