Stormwind God

On this day, Duke was a bit bored. .

As the top leader of the Burning Legion in Azshara, what Duke needs to do is to ensure that the forward base of Azshara is not captured. As for the portal that Rongsa can always pass through, this is just a display. Everyone knows that the door cannot be opened until the guardian dragon is removed or a stronger source of magic is obtained.

Kil'jaeden did not rush, and Duke was happy.

Looking at the report of the top of the Burning Legion on the magic mirror that can pass information, Duke yawned. Basically, each route is a flat push, and there is no resistance. It was only northwest of Ancient Kalimdor near Mount Hyjal that the Burning Legion was mired in resistance.

Because Azeroth shot a lot of demigods.

They tentatively counterattacked the legion, consciously avoided Archimonde, and only targeted the other legions on the flank. The Burning Legion hung several lords back to twist the void. Archimonde's old man was furious, and he pulled out several of the more capable lords who were on standby at Azshara to the front line.

But it's not about Duke.

"Huh? The Queen invited me to watch the dance?" Duke tilted her head in the face of the message from the three elf maids. Duke didn't want to go, but Duke didn't want to go back to his palace, because he didn't know what expression to use to face Tyrande.

After thinking about it, Duke agreed, and after explaining some trivia to the twins, Duke came to the Queen's palace.

Apparently, Azshara was quite surprised that Duke had promised to come and watch the dance. After all, Duke had previously evaded for various reasons such as busy business and did not accept invitations from those upper-level elves. For a while, Azshara almost thought that Duke was a demon with extreme self-discipline and entanglement.

With the advent of Archimonde and the provision of high-purity fel crystals to the upper elves, coupled with the news received last night, Azshara has significantly improved Duke.

Before the arrival of Sargeras, her dream of the demon queen was temporarily gone. Corps commander Archimonde is another typical warrior and rough man. Azshara, who cannot find the way, seems to want to invest in Duke.

Duke saw this, but he did not say that Queen Azshara was not a good bird anyway! Invest in it! Just invest! Anyway, no matter if I succeed or fail, you will lose! If you do n’t die, I lose!

Duke made up his mind. Azshara dared to throw the sugar-coated shells, so the sugar-coated ones ate and the shells reflected back.

After a shudder, Duke sat on the big sofa next to Queen Azshara's reclining chair.

With a look from the empress, the band next to her immediately started playing.

Unlike the night elves' music, which is full of pure and natural wind in later generations, the music of the upper elves can be called extravagant. This is an era without a violin, but with an unknown harp and harp similar to the zither in the style of the night elves.

The thick curtain covering the roof was suddenly opened, accompanied by the plucking sound of piano and soft percussion.

It was a fair-skinned elf girl, and she played a rather gentle elf dance with the music.

The soundtrack gradually became fierce, and the girl's dancing became more and more stretched. Soon, it was no longer stretched. Duke could feel that blast in his head.

She threw a flying eye at Duke, and her long white dress fluttered in the turbulent wind.

With the rapid pace of change, the elf girl constantly swayed her white flat belly, five white lush green fingers spread slightly, the little finger and the ring finger were bent in the palm, and she purposely or unintentionally held her up Keshan.

That's right, without Tyrande's altitude, it still has the second-level Alterac grade, and has the whiteness of the snow mountain.

Obviously, the night elves would not have such a complexion, and Duke could even feel that this should be some kind of exaggerated magic transformation.

Queen Azshara was also very efficient, and it was made overnight.

Duke laughed suddenly.

But it was also an appetite for him.

It's better than looking at the purple upper elf every day, thinking about a child who can make purple if he can't make it ...

The elven girl vigorously danced her upright arms and bare white snowy feet, showing all her beauty with extremely fast and intricate sensual limb movements.

Fast dance steps, like foxtrot dances in Europe and America, are cross-swaying, sometimes elegant, sometimes sensual, charming and tender, sometimes mysterious. At the same time, because there is not much fabric on the upper body, there are only two wide palm straps wrapped around the back of the neck and wrapped around the front chest, so the girl's dance also has the charming characteristics of belly dance, which is dizzying.

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

Duke seemed to have a sense of hesitation, and it seemed that the elf girl in front of him and the artificial beauty of the stick country were completely overlapped before him!

Twisting and twisting, the elf girl's long dress fell off a large piece. You can see the boss's opening like a cheongsam on the side, revealing the **** and slender thigh side; twisting and twisting, she kicked off her high heels and exposed A pair of smooth little feet; twisting and twisting, I do not know when the empress has quietly left the scene, the curtain firmly blocked the surroundings, as if the whole world is left with only two girls and Duke.

Undoubtedly, this elf girl is a beautiful lady-level beauty, her body is a mixture of angels and devil.

Angels have the whitest skin, while the devil has the hottest body. The demon girl possesses two major advantages, as well as the crime-inducing dance, which is enough to arouse the interest of any man in the world.

Looking at the elf girl who was kneeling between her legs, she quietly used the angle to show her beauty, and looked at herself with a look of expectation, and Duke's egg hurt.

Still in a state of backache, he was powerless!

"You're very nice, did Her Majesty tell you something?" Duke grinned.

"From today on, I'm the Master of Infernal Affairs." The girl shuddered a little, her eyes eager and frightened, and she was afraid of Duke's rejection.

She couldn't imagine that she had broken so much sin and transformed her body. She became fair-skinned and could not go back. Like her compatriots who became Sartre, this transformation is irreversible. If it hadn't been accepted by Duke, she couldn't imagine how she would go back if she went back.

The empress was never a truly benevolent superior.

"Okay, you're confused with me!"