There is a kind of embarrassment that makes you feel worse off.
There is another kind of embarrassment, which is that life is worse than death.
Duke also wanted to verify whether there was a kind of love called letting go.
Unfortunately, in this situation, it felt like he would die whether he let go or not. Since he would die anyway, Duke simply gave up on treatment and let his face enjoy the amazing pressure of the meat mountain devil.
At this moment, Alleria's whole body was hot, and every inch of exposed skin was dyed a beautiful bright red, which was very beautiful.
The strange feeling of having six eyes staring at her back almost drove Alleria crazy. She had no idea how she should respond in this situation.
The more unexpected the situation, the more likely it is to have a brain seizure.
Alleria made a very stupid decision - to cover it up and deny it even if she was beaten to death!
She actually glared at Duke fiercely and put her left hand on Duke's eyelids, trying to make him close his eyes. She also said, "Duke, this kid is really drunk and confused."
Alleria wanted to fool him, but the problem was that Duke's legendary sister-in-law wouldn't agree.
Sylvanas also put her hands on her hips and said, "Sister, although I also want to save your face, our relatives and friends are exposed to the orcs' front... Sister, even if it embarrasses you, I still have to say it - Duke is awake."
Alleria might be able to fool Vanessa and Ilucia, but she definitely couldn't fool her own sister. The elves' long ears originally had a special ability called "listening", which could hear sounds farther and at a wider frequency than humans.
It was impossible to hide the change in Duke's breathing from Sylvanas. In an emergency, Sylvanas directly pierced the paper.
At this moment, Alleria wanted to die.
At this moment, Duke's arms were still tightly hugging the elf's wasp waist.
She frowned coldly, trying to make her face look majestic and fierce: "Duke, why don't you let go!?"
"You sisters promise not to hit me?" Duke continued to roll his eyes, and the snorting sound echoed in the canyon between the deep peaks of Mount Hyjal.
Alleria was now worshipping Duke as her little ancestor: "For God's sake, I can't even beg you enough, how dare I hit you."
Ten seconds later, the farce was over.
Someone pretended that nothing was wrong and seemed decisive, but in fact he let go of the great devil Alleria reluctantly.
Duke then asked the system AI to notify his body to filter his blood through the arcane circuit, let the Phoenix Flame circuit evaporate the alcohol in the blood, and then wash his face. Duke was finally able to sit down in front of the blushing Alleria like a normal person.
On one side were the Windrunner sisters, and on the other were Duke, Ilucia, and Vanessa standing behind, with a dining table separating the two.
With Sylvanas' brief and concise explanation, Duke finally understood the current situation.
"Duke, for my sake, please send troops to save Quel'Thalas? Only your army can save my hometown."
Duke crossed his fingers, put the back of his fingers against the tip of his nose, and his eyes became deep again. He recalled all the details of the Second Dark Gate War that he knew.
He used to understand the story of a game as a player.
Now, he is a time traveler who has arrived in person and is controlling the direction of a shocking war.
Everything is subject to change, and every decision has the opportunity to have far-reaching consequences.
At this point in the Second War, Duke could almost say that even if he let it go, the league had a 70% chance of winning. The problem now was no longer limited to winning, but the pattern and layout after the victory.
You know, once the third Dark Gate War begins, that will be the day when the Lich King rises. The entire northern continent of Lordaeron will be beaten to slag by the brain-dead Arthas.
How much vitality can be preserved is the key. However, thinking of the Silver Moon Council, the worst teammate among the worst teammates, Duke has the urge to wish them to die quickly.
The Silver Moon Council is arrogant and domineering. It betrays the people and the king. It is the cancer of the world of high elves. Except for the last battle where almost no one was left alive, the Silver Moon Council is absolutely a useless garbage-level existence. Dealing with them in advance is equivalent to dividing humans and high elves.
Duke pondered for a while, and finally sighed: "Seamus is right. The Alliance cannot send troops before receiving Quel'Thalas' application to join the Alliance and a letter of request for assistance."
As soon as Duke finished speaking, the Windrunner sisters, with tears in their eyes, stood up.
Alleria bit her lip hard, blood seeping out of the corner of her mouth. She slammed the table and said, "Duke, I misjudged you! Thirty thousand elven civilians will die because of the Silvermoon Council and your wrong decision! Duke, I... I... I hate you——"
Alleria was extremely excited, her chest heaving violently.
Duke had no intention of appreciating the magnificent view.
Duke was also furious: "What should I do? You showed favoritism and took the elite troops that Stormwind relied on to restore the country. Just because of your request, you illegally crossed the border and rushed into a forbidden country to fight with the Horde. And then the Sun King said, 'Ah! I didn't let you into our country.' It's like he just watched a dog fight and sent us away with just one sentence?"
Duke was absolutely right. The key to Quel'Thalas's crisis was that the top leaders of Silvermoon City were all shitty people.
This is the arrogance that the high elves have inherited for thousands of years. It has nothing to do with Duke or any other race in the world.
Alleria burst into tears and she lay on the table sobbing.
A beautiful woman's tears always make people feel heartbroken.
Sylvanas clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and could not help but shout, "Duke, my sister trusted you wrongly. Without the Phoenix Flame she gave you, would you have the status you have today?"
Facing Sylvanas's accusation, Duke smiled sadly: "Then I can accompany you to Eversong Forest as a private person. After I die in battle there, I can repay Alleria's favor, right?"
A gust of cold wind blew through the room. For a moment, all the women in the room were stunned.
Duke... Duke, who is in a high position and has the power to mobilize the forces of the eight kingdoms, has a series of brilliant military achievements, and carries the hopes of countless humans, actually has the guts to say such words? !
No one doesn't believe in Duke.
Because Duke's words are almost synonymous with destiny.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
"No! If you die in Quel'Thalas, what will happen to the millions of soldiers and civilians of Stormwind Kingdom who are waiting to restore their country?" General Seamus roared.
"I trust you, but what about the private soldiers who are loyal to you? What about your followers? You don't even have an heir!" Windsor also roared.
The Windrunner sisters were stunned.