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If he didn't pay attention to the big picture, he would have been destroyed in the first dark gate. Despite his claim to be the destroyer of history, he actually managed to control the overall situation and make things better for Azeroth.

Duke is a very timid person.

But a guy like him, when he is forced to a dead end, he can always burst out with courage that even he can't imagine, slaying demons and demons all the way, and mixing up the title of a big hero.

Duke, who is so conflicted in his bones, is of course very aware of the current situation - if the Burning Legion is not cleaned up at this point in time as it has been in history, or if he is exposed and hung here, then everything will be over.

If the legion is not collected, Azeroth will be a dead place in 10,000 years, and at the same time, the current Nozdorm will definitely be killed, and there will be no 10,000 years from now.

Hanging here by yourself, even if the result of the battle of the ancients is still the same, it is also meaningless.

So preserving himself and pushing the War of the Ancients to maintain the original result are not in conflict.

Duke never felt that he was a saint who was compassionate and wanted to save all the innocent beings in the world. Therefore, people and things that violate these two points can be sacrificed when necessary.

Even if at least a million elves have died since the start of the War of the Ancients, he has no psychological burden. In Duke's opinion, this is no different from his command of Alliance soldiers on the battlefield in Dark Gate I and World War II.

But when he saw Tyrande, an 'old comrade-in-arms', Duke was in pain.

One second ago, I used the excuse of 'I don't want to climb a tree' to refuse the twins' temptation, and the next second, what do you mean by Tyrande?

It's not the way to lie down!

You're just a gorgeous backflip ten laps, and then a 3600-degree rollover to hit the muzzle of the gun!

Do you want me to slap myself in the mouth right away and pretend that I'm brokenbacked? Believe it or not, the twins will immediately find some sturdy beautiful men to trap me?

And a female demon of the level of Gemini, whether Tyrande has entered the aesthetic range of someone Du or not, you can know it at a glance!

At this moment, Du Mouke suddenly entered a super major crisis related to his life and death and the survival of his soul!

As long as he makes a mistake and takes half a wrong step, he will be doomed in no time!

Of course, he, the traitor, could immediately fight his way out of the city of Azhara and roll back to the Night Elves, but in this case, how will the next big drama of a single egg pretending to rebel be played?

In case he just rebels, the Burning Legion doesn't believe Illidan and kills him directly, then this big drama can't go on!

Duke swallowed.

The twins suddenly understood themselves affectionately.

Oresse's eyes were as silky as silk: "Hehe! No wonder our Infernal Affairs Lord doesn't like ordinary goods. ”

Queen Salorath leaned over and blew a breath of hot air on Duke's neck: "A high priest of an indigenous deity...... This is indeed unmatched by those glamorous sluts. Infernal Affairs, good eyes!"

In the face of such an unreliable praise from the Ereda Twins, what else can Du say about it? Only in the spiritual world is to put on that signature forty-five degree look up to the sky with tearful eyes - in fact, you don't really understand my heart!

I am innocent!

I'm just a humble and timid college!

Which of you will give me a Yellow River! I will wash away the stigma of my Grand Duke of Beasts!

Savis, who had become the king of Sartre, strode into the hall with a few high-ranking elves who had volunteered to become Sartre. Tyrande, who was dangling like a puppet and in a comatose state with his back collar raised, attracted not only the attention of Duke, but also the other Void Lords.

"Yo, Savis, it looks like you've got a good toy back. "A Morgar lord walked towards Savis.

Morgar is a one-story tall humanoid demon. It looks like a fat man in the shape of a burly man. If you look closely, you'll notice that it has a thick, misshapen, burly arm, and a huge foot with only two sharp toes.

Savis frowned at the sight of the comer, especially at the head of the Night Elf priestess with a terrifying expression tied around his waist.

"Barbaro, this is the Lady of the Moon, Elune's High Priestess, Tyrande*," Savis seemed to emphasize.

"So what? I love the sacrifice of the indigenous gods! Although many of them were shouting their names until the last moment of their lives, most of them broke down after seeing me torture and kill their companions. Pray that I don't hurt them. But hehe......"

Obviously, that row of heads is the fate of the beggers for mercy.

"Yo, Infernal Affairs, aren't you going to rob the priestess? "Queen Salorath incited Duke.

Just then, an accident happened.

It may be that Barbaro's foul breath woke up Tyrande, and Tyrande launched a counterattack the moment he woke up.

An unsuccessful counterattack!

Savis, who was still carrying Tyrande, crushed Tyrande's counterattack with a single spell.

Originally, the next moment, it should have been Barbaro who grabbed Tyrande and pierced her body with his claws.

The miracle happened at this moment - a quiet moonlight suddenly bloomed on Tyrande's body, forming billions of tiny white runes, enveloping Tyrande like a white veil.

As Lord Morgar, Barbaro's deformed thick arm could easily crumple a dwarven steam tank into dough, but it grabbed it with one hand, and its claws couldn't penetrate the space of five centimeters on Tyrande's body.

That's a magical layer of absolute protection!

"What kind of power is this!?" Barbaro was furious, grabbed Tyrande's petite body, and threw him out. Tyrande was suddenly smashed.

"Ho!?" This time, not only Duke, but also the other lords took a keen interest in Tyrande.

In this hall, there are more than ten lords, most of whom have just teleported over and are still waiting for orders to go to the front. They all came together and began to attack Tyrande by all means.

It was clear that Elune was performing her miracles to the savage Void Lords. The lords can seal Tyrande's attack power, and even stun Tyrande through concussion, but they can't really hurt and torture her.

The lords screamed, but they were helpless.

This made Duke secretly relieved in his heart.

According to the original history, the demon lords who had nothing to do could only finally imprisoned Tyrande in humiliation, and then it was the very legendary escape scene.

Suddenly, Oreses sneered, "You shit! Since you can't handle it, get out of here." ”

Salorath put a hand on Duke's shoulder, "Yo, Infernal Affairs, as long as you nod, we can help you get this Tyrande." ”

Another mouthful of old blood spurted out of Duke's heart!

Your sister!