"Get out!" Duke grinned and snapped his fingers.
Soon, a succubus came in from the door: "Lord Edmund, you called me?"
"Yes! Put this filthy orc in today’s attack team. If he shows any sign of rebellion, execute him."
After saying that, Grom followed the succubus away with a complicated expression.
At this time, Duke suddenly sneered: "Come out, I found you a long time ago."
The ones who came out were, of course, the Eredar Twins.
Duke’s face, which was shrouded by the power of darkness, showed a domineering and arrogant expression: "Why, do you have any objection to my handling of my slaves?"
"Your servant seems to be quite powerful."
"Is it really okay to just give up ?"
Duke was not surprised by the twins’ barrage of questions.
The dark aura on Duke’s body became stronger and stronger. Just by getting ten meters close to Duke, one would feel as if he would be swallowed by the dark magic. "It doesn’t matter! To me, he is just an object that has been thoroughly studied. He has long lost his greatest value. After becoming the Lord of the Void, I can have as many powerful slaves as I want. Just outside the door, there are at least two dozen upper-class elven wizards eager to lick my shoes."
Alesis narrowed her eyes and said, "Aren’t you afraid that your servants will really rebel and cause trouble for the Burning Legion?"
Queen Sarolas laughed and said, "Perhaps the sin of the slave’s betrayal will be blamed on you." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
Duke sneered: "Master Archimonde will be here soon. As long as I complete my mission, who will bother me for my test subject?"
The twins were a little speechless.
Duke has grown up too fast, from an inferior race that popped up from nowhere to the leader of the Burning Legion. Now, the credit for opening the portal will fall on him. But he is also well versed in the ways of survival in the Legion...
As long as Kil’jaeden’s harsh demands are met and as long as the Legion is not betrayed, no matter how big the mistakes and sins are, they can be forgiven or even deliberately ignored.
Merit outweighs everything.
There is even a hint of jealousy in Gemini’s heart.
Perhaps if another lord came, he might also be able to get the credit for Duke’s work. The problem is that other lords don’t have Duke’s high adaptability to Azeroth, nor do they have Duke’s spatial magic ability to create a portal.
A lord with greatly reduced strength coming here might not be able to subdue Xavius and Queen Azshara, nor would he be able to build a portal so quickly.
At this moment, a terrifying will descended.
Duke and the twins bowed at the same time: "Greetings to Lord Kil’jaeden (Master)!"
"Infernal Affairs! How long will it take to build the portal that allows Archimonde to pass through?" Kil’jaeden’s huge red shadow almost filled the hall, which was at least two hundred square meters.
The phantom was so realistic and full of a fierce sense of oppression that Duke and the twins didn’t even dare to look up.
Duke replied in a serious tone: "In the safest case, we need to further purify the water from the Well of Eternity that has been polluted by the upper elves, and then open it. That will take 14 days."
"You know, I’m asking about the fastest time." Kil’jaeden seemed a little impatient.
Duke glanced at the Eredar demon wizards around him. "If I just let them help me, purify the magic power for me, and let me control and create it all - that would take three days! Working together - seven days!"
Kil’jaeden’s left eye visibly narrowed.
He knew that this guy called Wujiandao had a high level of spatial magic attainment, but Kil’jaeden would never hand over the fate of his people to an outsider, even if the outsider seemed very loyal to the Burning Legion.
What if Infernal Affairs tampered with the portal and suddenly closed the portal when only one-third or even less of the Burning Legion’s troops had passed through? That would be a lot of fun.
At this point in time, the dragon guardians of Azeroth are no pushovers.
"Then let’s be safe and take seven days! As long as Archimonde arrives, the victory of the Burning Legion will be irreversible!"
Duke bowed and promised, and replied: "During these seven days, I have to focus on the construction of the portal and have no time to take care of other things. I am sure that the enemy will find a way to remove Azshara’s seal on the magic branches in various places. I hope to strengthen the protection in this area."
Kil’jaeden turned his flaming eyes to the Eredar Twins and said, "The protection of the magical veins is now in your hands."
"Yes!" The twins replied with their heads down.
"Infernal Affairs... As long as you open the portal, the credit for this time belongs to you. I will give you extra rewards, and you can take anything that suits your status." Boss Kil’jaeden is indeed the best at ordering people around. He just threw a big stone called "overtime" onto Duke’s shoulder, and immediately hung a carrot over there to lure him.
Duke smiled and said nothing.
Under normal circumstances, Gemini was a waste of talent as a guard. But this was obviously not the normal situation. Du knew exactly what the opponent had. He was just digging a big hole for Gemini to jump into.
Anyway, he has very good reasons.
The command of the front battlefield is handed over to Mannoroth. I, Infernal Affairs, will focus on opening the door. You, the Gemini, are the most idle. Can you go and watch the seal for a few days?
Gemini can’t find any reason to refuse.
After all, once Archimonde arrives, based on the Burning Legion’s past experience, victory is certain.
The result will become ’It’s not that we don’t try hard to suppress the bandits, but the bandits have Gundams’!
Almost at the same time, Tyrande and Malfurion looked at the vast army of elves, their faces filled with sorrow.
Tyrande even gnashed her teeth and said, "It’s impossible to win! Look, our so-called elites can barely stand now, and we actually want them to rely on the remaining strength of their mortal bodies to fight those huge demons!?"
Malfurion sighed deeply: "You are right!"
Three hundred thousand troops!
This is definitely a powerful fighting force compared to the military forces in the mortal world.
But after witnessing those terrifying demons that were huge in size and seemed like natural fighting machines, Tyrande no longer had any hope for this army.
Tyrande was now in deep confusion. When the demons came out, the high priestess of the Sisterhood of Elune was in Azshara. Her desperate wail before death was transmitted to her and other priest sisters through the mental network left by the goddess.
She really wanted to join in the battle, but she had not yet received a response from Elune.
Malfurion made a decision: "No! I want to go to the Emerald Dream."