This is hey?

Hey Hey Hey?

There is such a benefit?

Du Mouke's eyes lit up.

When he taught Tyrande, Tyrande refused to do anything. Later, this relationship spanned ten thousand years later. Although Tyrande accumulated a lot of pressure, because of the subtle changes in each other's position, from a bad fate to a sincere relationship, Duke never forced Tyrande to do anything she was unwilling to do.

In the harem, it is undeniable that Duke was very interested in Tyrande. He gradually poisoned him from a high priest like a saint... and then hundreds of millions of night elves outside were still worshiping his own women...

This feeling is like graffitiing on a piece of white paper, randomly polluting traces that belong to you only, and then mounting them. A group of uninformed melon-eating people even worship this as a holy thing.

That domineering and flaunting look like a show of elegance is simply fully displayed.

Unfortunately, after the reunion, she was always together because of her work. In order to cherish the opportunity, Duke rarely asked Tyrande to do anything special. Often Tyrande would accompany her as crazy as she liked her.

Unexpectedly, Tyrande actually found his small notebook and became a self-taught one.

Although Duke was deliberately staying there, let's see which genius came to practice it. Originally, Duke thought it would be Vasqi's first move, but he didn't expect that the first person to taste the crab would be Tyrande.

Even though he knew why Tyrande was coming, he was like Duke, so he would eat the sugar coating without saying a word.

Du Mouke smiled like a fox: "Which one do you think I'm better to choose?"

Tyrande was rarely involved in the show. She looked annoyed and placed it on her hands above her lower abdomen. Ten fingers fought uneasily: "Oh, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to cook dinner and forgot to put the bath water. What should I do?"

Wow! This osplay! I will give you 101 points! I won’t be afraid that you will be proud if you give 1 extra point!

Duke launched an attack directly, and a copycat version of [Grip of Death] pulled Tyrand over, without saying anything, and directly hit five [Armor-breaking]. Tyrand was originally a commoner profession, with low armor, and now it is almost directly to zero.

"Hate!"

"It's really annoying or fake annoying?"

"……Fake!"

Oh, this big sister, you are seeking death!

Duke laughed: "Very good! The demigod body that I finally practiced has finally become a place to use."

Soon, Tyrande first got hit [Confused], and then seemed to hit [Fire Storm] and fell into a hot spot. Facing Duke's [Charge], Tyrande hurriedly drove [Pressure] and shouted: "Do you dare?" and drove [Sprint] and ran away at the same time.

You ask me if I am moved? Of course I dare to move!

Duke directly launched the [Backstab] fiercely at Tyrande, who accidentally fell in an orz position in a panic.

The repeated [back prick] feeling made Du Mouke cry for a long time.

It's so cool, this is an infinite backstab of infinite energy!

Once upon a time, Duke also envied those thieves who were hiding behind the boss's butt, and now he is also here to be a thief.

Well, the kind that steals people and the heart.

The duel of the flag planting once again confirmed that the world was shocked when the sword of martial arts was released!

Duke is satisfied.

After fighting the goblin, Tyrande curled up in Duke's arms like a cat: "Duke."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Duke didn't say anything, just gently stroked Tyrande's soft and bright hair. Once upon a time, Duke thought that such bright and bright hair with blue and green would look exaggerated, but after looking at it for a long time, he felt that it was very distinctive and pleasing to the eye.

After being together for so long, Duke certainly wouldn't suspect that Tyrande still had a love feeling for Illidan. It was just a concern, a bond that could not be cut off as a childhood sweetheart who grew up together.

Tyrande never doubted whether Duke would execute Illidan. She knew very well that if Duke wanted to die, he would never hold back on the spot. He would go back and do anything to do to make himself uncomfortable.

The sword Duke pierced Illidan's chest seemed to aim at the heart, but in fact it stabbed in the narrow gap between the heart and the left lung. If it was a thicker weapon, Illidan would probably be finished. Duke's [Demon-Destroying Sword] is obviously a stabbing sword.

Since such a large amount of holy light directly hit Illidan's heart and did not kill Illidan, Duke would never make up for another sword.

So Tyrande played apron play this time to thank Duke.

The same is true in the next meeting of alliance leaders.

At Storm Fortress, Duke made a generous speech.

"I used the holy light that was enough to kill Archmond, the commander of the Burning Legion, and stabbed Illidan's chest. Archbishop Illidan used the same powerful holy light attack, but did not kill Illidan, but instead purified the demonic blood in his body. So I don't think Illidan is a real evil existence. Here, I oppose the execution of Illidan's rage wind!"

Iriel couldn't sit still and stood up on the spot: "Wait! How do I count the millions of Delaneys killed during the notification of Delano? How do I count the blood debt of my compatriots?"

Duke was silent for two seconds and sighed: "Article Irel, between countries, between races, and between races, is not just a simple grudge. In the face of a stronger enemy, we must learn to let go of hatred. Every leader and king here has experienced the most cruel battle of the dark gates. Each of us has relatives and friends who die at the hands of the orcs. Because of the existence of the Burning Legion, we now have to reach an alliance with the orcs as the core tribe."

This time, it was Yirel's turn to remain silent, but the stubbornness in her heart made her look up again: "What if the Draenei insisted on executing Illidan*Raging Wind?"

The venue was in a state of silence, and Tyrande clenched his fists secretly. For her, in the public, she had no position to oppose the Draenei people's investigation.

At this time, Jaina spoke: "The alliance is an interracial multi-kingdom joint organization designed to maintain peace and security in Azeroth. Our purpose is to seek common ground while reserving differences. If we really cannot solve the problem through discussion, we can only vote at the throne meeting. The minority obeys the majority. When the results come out, any country or race has only two choices: one is to accept, and the other is to choose to leave the alliance. Moreover... When the Delaney people joined the alliance, they did not propose to let the alliance kill Illidan*storm for Delaney, but only demand the reproduction and security of the race. The alliance has no obligation to launch a war of revenge for Delaney. After all, this was before Delaney joined the alliance."

Iriel was speechless.
Chapter completed!