Chapter 1005 An Actor’s Self-Cultivation

Kil'jaeden was the boss who had everything on his plate, and he had no time to go around in circles with Duke. Duke was one of his own, so he got straight to the point: "I'm here to give you a task. You go and call someone On the planet of Azeroth, open a portal that allows the entire army to pass through. As long as you complete it, not only can your soul be bound to the Twisting Nether, but you can also choose one from my collection as yours. family heirloom."

When Duke heard this, he was so happy that his heart almost flew out of his chest.

Damn it, I'm finally sure that Nozdormu's bastard didn't at least send him to the wrong time. It was indeed the eve of the Ancient War 10,000 years ago, and if the calculation was not wrong, I probably took Mannoroth's ridiculous position...

He was happy, but Duke showed another characteristic: "Guaranteed to complete the task! There is only one small problem..."

"You ask, I may not answer." Kil'jaeden showed enough arrogance.

"I would like to ask, sir, if your reward will be given out the moment I open the portal." Duke rubbed his hands, his face full of enthusiasm, like the most greedy goblin.

This time, Duke's eagerness wasn't feigned.

According to normal history, it will be at least ten years before we have the opportunity to overthrow Kil'jaeden and steal his mother!

I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to get Dandan's collection in advance. It would be strange for Duke not to be tempted.

This kind of unabashed greed made Kil'jaeden greatly admired: "Haha! The Burning Legion never hesitates to reward heroes. As long as the portal you open is large enough and stable, you can become the main force of the Burning Legion's first fleet." After entering Azeroth, what if I reward you with three treasures?"

"Then, it's a deal?"

Kil'jaeden seemed to be satisfied enough with this interview. He waved his hand, raising a scorching foehn wind in the room. If the dark power surrounding Duke had been a little weaker, Duke would have been A charred corpse.

"You have my promise. Go down and rest first. You also need to adapt to the surge of power in your body. My lieutenant will tell you the details tomorrow."

Duke bowed deeply to Dandan, the money-distributing boy, and retired.

Almost the moment Duke retreated, the figures of the Eredar twins appeared on the two high platforms suspended in mid-air.

"What do you think?" Kil'jaeden was smiling, and a huge amount of flames twitched with every breath.

"Smart, keen, ruthless, discerning, and wise. If he is from the Eredar family, then he will definitely be an excellent demon." Oreses spoke first.

"One thing to note is that he is very greedy. I feel that he has an almost twisted obsession with the best equipment. Giggle!" Queen Salolas chuckled melodiously.

"Not only that, although he hid it very well and never dared to look at us sisters, I'm sure he wanted to enslave us sisters!" Oreses also chuckled.

"Haha! Hahahaha!" Kil'jaeden laughed wildly. His laughter was so loud and terrifying that it actually shattered the decorations on the hall and the stone pillars hanging from the top of the hall, and fell to the ground with a crackle. In the lava pool, Lao Gao's lava droplets splashed up.

The Ereda twins bowed at the same time, with faint charming smiles on their faces.

"Those inferior races that perished at our hands call us demons! Since we are demons, what's wrong with greed? What's wrong with destruction? What's wrong with trying to dominate everything in the world? Remember - it's never wrong. It will be desire, and the only mistake will be that I don’t have enough power to satisfy my desire! Hahahaha!”

Gemini's head is lower.

They have determined that their master has a good impression of Infernal Affairs, a new lord from an inferior race.

However, as a demon commander who is good at conspiracy, Kil'jaeden never hesitates to generously reward you, as long as you can fulfill his extremely demanding requirements...

Besides, how could the devil put all his eggs in one basket?

Over there, exit from the reception room.

Under the guidance of a succubus, Duke first rejected the succubus girl's invitation to spend a wonderful night together, and then returned directly to the suite assigned to him.

In the living room full of science fiction atmosphere, he saw the anxious Grom Hellscream.

"Infernal Affairs...Master!" Mr. Hou, who clearly knew he was acting and had never been a qualified actor, called the 'master' in an extremely obscure way.

Duke had a cold face and replied proudly: "Pippi! I know you never obey me! You don't admit that I am your master! It doesn't matter, I will make you kneel down under my power with sincerity one day! No matter what What do you want to ask, I don’t have the time to answer you - now I have received a mission from Lord Kil’jaeden, one of the supreme commanders of the Burning Legion, to go to Azeroth. If you have any questions, go to Azeroth Say it again."

After that, Duke flicked his sleeves and left domineeringly. Pressing the spherical button next to the door with his left hand, the glass-like sphere emitted a burst of green light, and then the bedroom door opened, and Duke strode in.

Before the door closed, Duke said: "I'm going to rest. Don't disturb me until Kil'jaeden's lieutenant comes."

The door seemed to be closing slowly but actually it was closing quickly.

Grom was left feeling lost and thoughtful, seemingly in a daze in the middle of the hall, but in fact, he was already in a turmoil in his heart.

Let’s talk about returning to Azeroth?

Is there someone watching here?

But doesn't that mean...Duke is okay?

He's okay! ?

I have been infected with so much diluted demon blood and have fallen into madness. He has absorbed such a huge amount of evil energy and still maintains himself?

Grom stood tall, stroking his left chest with his right hand, listening to his heartbeat, savoring the bitterness lingering on his lips, and suddenly raised his head at a 45-degree angle, staring at the twisted void outside the porthole.

His throat murmured: "It feels so uncomfortable to be unable to repay kindness!"

Grom is no longer young, although in the eyes of his compatriots, he is a great hero whose name is engraved on the new hero monument in Orgrimmar, a living legend.

Only he felt that he, who once wrongly set an example and encouraged everyone to drink the blood of demons, was not worthy of the word 'great hero'.

Recalling the battle against Mannoroth, he survived due to Duke's rescue. After that day, I had a very mysterious feeling. Not only had I escaped a curse that was doomed to tragedy, but I also seemed to have broken the noose of fate.

It was a hazy and vague perception of destiny.

But his instinct, which had never been wrong in his life, told him that this was correct.