On this day, Duke was a little bored. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the Burning Legion's supreme leader in Azhara City, all Duke needs to do is make sure that Azhara City, the forward base, is not captured. As for the portal that Ke Rongsa always passed through, it was just a decoration, and everyone knew that it would not be possible to open the door until the guardian dragon was destroyed or a more powerful source of magic power was obtained.

Kilgardan didn't rush either, and Duke was happy to be idle.

Scanning the reports of the Burning Legion higher-ups on the teleportable mirror, Duke yawned. Basically, all roads are pushed flat, and there is no resistance. Only to the northwest of Gukalimdor, near Mount Hyjal, the Burning Legion was bogged down in a quagmire of resistance.

Because Azeroth has a large number of demigods to make a move.

They tentatively counterattacked the Legion, consciously avoiding Akmund and only targeting the other Legions on the flank. The Burning Legion hung several lords and went back to warp the void. The old man of Akmund was furious, and drew several more capable lords on standby in Azhara to the front.

But that's none of Duke's business.

"Huh, the Empress invited me to the dance?" Duke tilted his head in response to the message from the three elven maids. Duke didn't want to go, but Duke didn't want to go back to his palace, because he really didn't know what expression to use to face Tyrande.

After thinking about it, Duke agreed, and after explaining some trivial matters to the twins, Duke went to the Empress's bedchamber.

Obviously, Aishara was quite surprised that Duke agreed to come to watch the dance, after all, Duke had been prevaricating for various reasons such as busy official business, and did not accept the invitations of those high-class elf beauties. For a moment, Azhara almost thought that Duke was an oily, self-disciplined, and difficult demon.

With the arrival of Akmund and the provision of high-purity evil crystals to the upper elves, coupled with the news she received last night, Azhara has made a noticeable difference in her opinion of Duke.

Before Sargeras's arrival, her dream of being a demon queen was out of action for a while. The commander of the legion, Akmund, is a typical warrior and rough man, and Azhara, who can't find a way, seems to want to invest more in Duke.

Duke saw through this, but he didn't say anything about it--Empress Aishara wasn't a good bird anyway! Invest! You just invest! Anyway, no matter whether I succeed or fail, you will lose! If you don't lose or lose, count me as losing!

Duke has made up his mind, and Azhara dares to throw sugar-coated cannonballs, so sugar-coated eats them, and the cannonballs reflect back.

After a few pleasantries, Duke sat down on the large couch next to the Queen Azhara's chaise longue.

The empress gave a look, and the band next to her immediately began to play.

Unlike the music of the Night Elves, which was full of pure nature in later generations, the music of the upper elves can be called a beautiful sound. This is the era when there were no violins, but there were harps and unknown strings similar to the zither of the Night Elves.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano and the soft percussion foil, the heavy curtain that covered the roof in front of me suddenly opened.

It was a fair-skinned elven girl who danced a rather soft elven dance to the music.

The soundtrack gradually became intense, and the girl's dancing posture became more and more stretched, and soon, it was no longer to stretch out. Duke could feel that exuberant feeling all over his head.

She threw Duke a flying eye, and her snow-white dress fluttered in the wind.

With the ever-changing fast rhythm, the elf girl kept swinging her fair and flat abdomen, five jade fingers as white as green onions opened gently, and her little finger and ring finger were bent in her palm, consciously or unconsciously erecting her Alterac Mountain.

That's right, it doesn't have the altitude of Tyrande, but it still has the second-class level of Mount Alterac, and it has the whiteness of a snow-capped mountain.

Obviously, the Night Elves don't have such a skin color, and Duke can even feel that it should be some kind of exaggerated magical transformation.

Empress Azhara is also very efficient, and she can get it out in one night.

Duke suddenly smiled wryly.

But that's what he likes.

It's better than looking at the purple upper elf every day, thinking that a child who will get purple if he doesn't get it right......

The elf girl danced vigorously with her upright arms and bare feet as white as snow, showing all her beauty with extremely fast and intricate sensual body movements.

The fast dance steps, just like the foxtrot in Europe and the United States, cross swing dances, sometimes elegant, sometimes sensual, charming and delicate, sometimes mysterious. In addition, because there is not much fabric on the upper body, only two palm-wide cloth straps that wrap from the back of the neck to the front of the chest, so the girl's dance also has the charming characteristics of belly dance, which is dizzying.

Her expression is so confident, so proud, so ambiguous, so sultry, as if she is the upper body of Venus, the god of beauty, everything is so sexy and seductive, full of beauty.

Duke seemed to have a sense of trance, as if the elf girl in front of him completely overlapped with the artificial beauty he had traveled through the previous Stick Country!

Twisting and twisting, a large piece of the elf girl's long skirt fell off, and you can see the boss's cheongsam-like opening on the side, revealing the sexy and slender thighs; twisting and twisting, she kicked off her high heels, revealing a pair of smooth little feet; twisting and twisting, I don't know when the empress has quietly withdrawn, and the curtain firmly blocks the surroundings, as if only the girl and Duke are left in the whole world.

Undoubtedly, this elf girl is a bewitch-level beauty, and her body is a mixture of angels and demons.

Angels have the whitest skin, and devils have the hottest bodies. The demon girl has two advantages in one, and the dance that leads people to commit crime is enough to arouse the interest of any man in the world.

Looking at the elf girl who was already kneeling between her legs, quietly using the angle to show her beauty, looking at herself with an expectant gaze, Duke Dan hurt.

He is still in a state of back pain, and he is weak!

"You're very good, did Her Majesty tell you anything?" said Duke, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"From this day on, I am the property of Lord Infernal Affairs. The girl trembled a little, her eyes were eager and frightened, she was afraid of Duke's refusal.

She couldn't imagine that she had sinned so badly and transformed her body. Her skin has become fair, and she can't go back. Like her compatriots who became Sartre, this transformation is irreversible. If she hadn't been accepted by Duke, she couldn't imagine what would happen to her when she went back.

The Empress was never a truly benevolent superior.

"Okay, you're messing with me!"