Chapter 1333 Being Outstanding Is Not Enough

The head of state is angry!

Oh, no, it was Duke who was angry!

The wrath of a demigod is very terrifying.

Duke yelled on the spot and wanted to catch Vanessa. No matter what, he would hit her fifty times in the butt first.

"Giggle! What an evil way, it's obviously the beast Duke. You've got a wrong idea!" Faced with Duke's pounce, Vanessa used an extremely dexterous short body, as slippery as a loach, and easily dodged it.

[Forced Hide] plus [Sprint], she ran out quickly.

Unless Duke was serious about it, there was no way he could catch a heroic thief who was bent on running away.

"Wait for me! Don't let me catch you!" At the gate, Duke made a declaration like a negative dog like a villain.

The next second, Duke's face and posture froze as if under petrification magic, because he suddenly discovered that next to the gate, his other maid, Solanlian, was standing with an impeccable appearance. There, there was just a smile on the corner of the mouth.

"Uh... This is rude. I'm sorry."

"Master doesn't need to apologize to a little maid." Solanlian nodded lightly and smiled.

Duke glanced up and down at Solanlian and found that everything was normal with the great astromancer, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"What, Master, do you want me to shorten my skirt a few inches like other girls, or lower the collar a few inches, and then secretly put on the so-called decisive victory?" Solanlian asked if there was any The pointed smile became even wider.

"Please, please don't!" Duke's face collapsed.

"I'm so happy. It seems that the master who has become a mage and demigod is still the gentleman he used to be." Solanlian seemed a little excited.

Duke was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether he should tell her that before he traveled through time, gentleman had become synonymous with perversion.

Duke held his forehead: "I'm happy too, at least there's a normal woman around me."

"It doesn't matter. My family has also sent news, hoping that I can successfully conceive your master's child." Solanlian said calmly.

"Pfft!" Duke spat.

"Is it such a surprise? In Quel'Thalas, civilians without magic qualifications always hope to give their daughters to noble wizards. As long as they can give birth to a boy and a half with wizard qualifications, they will make a profit. In the eyes of the high elves, Only by knowing magic can you change your destiny and have a chance to become a high-ranking person. Even great nobles with noble blood will hope to marry into other great magician families so that their descendants can have a greater chance of becoming Silver Moon Councilors. Please note that even if After Her Majesty Sylvanas Windrunner ascended the throne, this trend is still deeply rooted among the blood elves."

After Solanlian's eloquent talk, Duke more or less understood why the elf girls suddenly became fanatical.

The high elves were originally magic-crazed people. After splitting from the night elves, they had been worshiping the Master for eight thousand years. Even if the Sin'dorei Kingdom is now dominated by rangers, how can it be possible to change eight thousand years of customs on the spur of the moment?

It's just that Duke doesn't understand what Queen Xi is thinking.

"What about you? What do you think?" Duke asked mysteriously.

"I don't know. Maybe if it comes to that moment, I won't refuse."

Not refusing does not necessarily mean you are willing.

"Is it related to Kael'thas? Alas, I haven't paid attention to him for a long time."

"Please don't get me wrong, my lord. From the moment I swore allegiance to you, I have nothing to do with Kael'thas. He is more like a beautiful vision in my childhood, destined to be impossible to realize. dream. I have accepted my fate and now I am doing well."

After a slight pause, Solanlian continued: "Of course, if my lord wants me to kill Kael'thas, I will do it. After all, by the time that day comes, Kael'thas will probably have already committed the crime. It’s an unforgivable sin for the Alliance. But I think I might hesitate when I take action.”

Duke was a little surprised, but also a little relieved.

This is human nature, this is a flesh-and-blood Solanlian, not the one who only stayed in Duke's impression, who was originally supposed to only appear in Storm Fortress, with no background story at all, and acted like a paper man as a boss Solanlian.

"Phew - thank you for your confession." Duke smiled, waved his hand, and then ran straight to find Queen Xi.

Looking at Duke's back, Solanlian seemed to be lost in confusion and contemplation...

On the other hand, perhaps it is the so-called no harm without comparison.

When Thrall, who was fighting in the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, heard the news from the Alliance through the undead thieves messenger, the expression on his face was wonderful: "What? There is no big loss over there. We should take care of the other leaders of the Ahn'Qiraj temple early. Are you resting while waiting for our tribe to finish the work, and then besieging C'Thun together?"

At this time, Orgrim walked up to Thrall, and his voice boomed: "There is no need to worry, Thrall, as a warchief, figure out what he can do and what he can do well. If you can realize this, you will be an outstanding warchief."

Sal sighed: "Just being 'excellent' isn't enough!"

In peacetime, an outstanding leader is generally enough to even the gap with competing countries.

It's a pity that this is wartime, and any slight difference is likely to be infinitely magnified.

Originally, the tribe had fewer strong men than the alliance, but it finally accepted the forces of the Forsaken, slightly narrowing the gap with the alliance's top combat power. Suddenly, news came that the alliance commander Duke Marcus had been promoted to Demigod. In comparison, the Horde suffered heavy losses in the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, which was even weaker. It was really infuriating that people were more powerful than people.

Although the Forgotten are dead, dead people cannot die a second time.

If it is destroyed again, then the form and spirit will be destroyed in the true sense. Even Anastrian, the leader of the Forsaken, couldn't find a good way.

Even if the loss is the undead warrior turned by the second-line chief and the lich turned by the former Silver Moon Senator, it is still a huge loss.

In fact, the Sun King also has a gloomy side.

After being severely expelled from the Eastern Kingdom mainland by the Alliance, the Forgotten lost a stable source of troops. It was originally hoped that after joining the Horde, Thrall would allow the Forsaken to resurrect new Forsaken from among the fallen Horde warriors.

Who knew that Thrall began to believe in the way of nature and firmly rejected him. Not only that, even Orgrim, the bastard who should theoretically be his subordinate, also sided with Thrall.

Anastrian's eyes became even colder. Fortunately, he was a dead man. No matter when, his body, which was filled with shadow energy and would not decay further, was full of a dark flavor.

No one noticed the change in his eyes.

At this time, Orgrim patted Thrall's shoulder hard: "Don't think too much, the tribe should do its own thing first. We must first not make mistakes ourselves before we can wait until the real opportunity comes."