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After kneeling and lowering her noble head, she was a more humble being than Duke.

A pair of incomparably soft hands, as if holding a holy relic, carefully held Duke's hand.

Empress Azhara slowly drew her unspeakably beautiful face closer to Duke's fingers, slightly opening her purple lips that looked like she had been wearing lip gloss.

The mouth that made countless upper elves dream of the soul was gently kissed on the ring on Duke's hand.

"Ahh

With a misty look in his eyes, a flushed face, and a terrible tailnote, almost all of the Night Elves couldn't help but look up secretly, but unfortunately they only saw Azhara laughing at herself.

"Oh—this power!

The high-purity, low-concentration evil energy flowed down the lips and quietly down the throat, and the warm sensation began to quickly spread from the stomach to every inch of the blood veins in the body, and even to every cell.

Aishara could clearly feel her body cheering, excited at the infusion of new power.

Empress Azhara finally confirmed that this was worthy of the power of the 'gods', and worthy of the most perfect power given by the heavens to the upper elves!

Despite her heartfelt desire for more evil energy, Empress Azhara was a well-informed woman, and she took a slight step back and knelt in front of Duke in convincingness.

"I-Eshara have felt the power of the 'gods'! O messenger of my lord, Lord of Dooku! read the will of the 'gods'—"

The Empress was prostrate in front of her, her beautiful long silver hair draped over her bare fragrant shoulders, and her gorgeous skirt spread out on the ground made Azhara look a bit like a blooming violet.

If it weren't for the fact that the empress really didn't conform to human aesthetics, maybe this would be an incomparably fragrant scene......

Since it has nothing to do with hobbies and preferences, then of course it's business!

Duke withdrew his hand with great calm, and then said aloud, "It is the will of our lord Sargeras that you and others offer the Well of Eternity as a reward for your advancement - you will be blessed with great evil powers and true eternal life! Do you have any objections!?"

Azhara frowned, and said with some embarrassment, "The upper elves have no objections, but there are still a large number of people among the night elves who refuse the arcane. They worship Elune, the goddess of the moon, and the ways of nature. I think they will firmly reject the coming of our Lord......"

Duke sneered, "So, why can't we find a way to prevent our portal building plans from being interfered with by the outside world? ”

Savis, who was kneeling beside him, raised his head and opened his mouth as if to explain that the natural divisions within the Night Elves were difficult to unify. But when the words came to his lips, he found that there was no good way to say it.

If it could have been done easily, they would have done it a long time ago.

As for Duke's words, Aishara was a little confused at first, until Duke added a sentence.

"I mean, always avoid distractions from within......"

This time, both Aishara and Savis understood.

Their faces turned white for a moment.

Duke was suggesting that if negotiations and politics could not solve the problem, then prepare for war.

"Azhara, you're an empress. Duke commented on Azhara as if he were a passer-by who had nothing to do with him, his deep black eyes staring into her golden eyes, and his gaze gradually became stern: "But if an empress can't even control her subjects, then it means that she is not worthy of the crown on her head." I think you know what I mean, and of course my lord also hopes that there was only and will be only ...... An Aisara. ”

Duke's words are quite artistic and very spicy.

The Empress and Savis left a little dejected.

Tonight's events had too much impact on their hearts. They saw the hope and the way to gain new strength, but they were also driven to a dead end. Either raise the butcher's knife against the unsubmissive natural spirits, or offend the 'gods' that you worship very much and have great power.

The worst part was that Duke actually gave them only three days to think about it.

This shows that their 'god' is clearly not a patient being.

Almost as soon as the Night Elves left, Grom looked at Duke with a toothache.

Duke: "What do you see me doing? Forget what I told you about the original direction of this history?"

Yes, Duke did confess this history to Grom. Roar also knew that it was Empress Aishara who fell to Sargeras in history, which led to the world-famous Battle of the Ancients in Azeroth.

Knowing that this is the case, the roar is still painful!

The thought that Duke was likely to succeed in trying to persuade others to slaughter his comrades made Grom's heart flutter. If Duke were to use similar tactics against the tribe in the future, would the tribe be able to withstand Duke's scheme?

What do you think, after Duke fell under Akmund's curse and went through the baptism of evil energy, there seems to be a lot more bad water in his stomach!?

Grom struggled for a while, but he still asked, because if he didn't ask, he was afraid that he would go crazy: "Aren't you afraid that Empress Aishara will suddenly attack and really destroy the night elves of the natural system that originally belonged to the victor's hundred sides?"

Duke smirked his right index finger and handed Grom a list written in Cadore: "This is a list of the Moon Guards provided by Savis. According to Savis, these are all demonic and martial arts cultivators who are absolutely loyal to the empress. If I am willing to strengthen them with evil powers, please choose among these elves first. ”

Grom had a toothache for a long time: "I don't know Elf. ”

"No! I just want to tell you that I saw an interesting name on this list. Duke pointed to a name and said, "It's called Illidan Fury!"

"Illidan ......" Grom was initially unresponsive to the name, after all, he was not a real time-traveler. After the battle of Mount Hyjal just now, even if Grom didn't want to care about the Night Elves' side anymore, he at least remembered who was fighting alongside him on the Night Elves' side.

Grom's heart tightened, and he suddenly understood.

Duke smiled as purely, yes, as pure as a fox: "Illidan's brother is called Malfurion, and at this point in time, the woman that the two brothers are madly pursuing is Tyrande*. ”