The current situation made Duke extremely upset.
Although he knew he was pretending, Illidan was still a coward after all!
This is something that countless players could not do back then. He deserved to die, but he refused to repent. This was the impression that most old players had of Illidan. Perhaps in later versions, Illidan would be whitewashed. But until Duke traveled through time, Illidan was that miserable, pitiful, and hateful guy.
Regardless of whether he was redeemed in later versions, one thing is certain, this guy never got Tyrande until the very end. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
The devil can’t save the innocent, and money can’t change your fate!
I’m talking about black people like Illidan.
Even metaphysics could not save this African chief. Even spending money from the goddess of fate could not take away any cups or cutlery from the coffee table of his miserable fate.
So Duke thought for ten seconds and decided to let Illidan go all the way.
Tyrande, whose power was sealed, did not have much strength. Although she struggled hard, Duke still hugged Tyrande’s slender and elastic waist roughly, showing the momentum of an evil void lord.
The surrounding air quickly turned inky black, and the surging and overbearing dark power instantly became the only main theme within a radius of hundreds of meters.
Duke’s power was so amazing that not only Illidan who saw it for the first time, but even the Eredar twins who had always been by Duke’s side were a little surprised.
"Huh? Your name is Illidan, right? Do you... like Tyrande?" Duke had an extremely evil sneer on his face.
That was a cold smile that could kill people at the slightest disagreement!
That was a sneer that treated everything and all the gods in the heavens as nothing!
Illidan had killed two demon lords before, but he had never seen such an unfathomable and terrifying existence as Duke. Under this terrifying pressure that became real, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Tyrande, who was hugged tightly by Duke, was so scared that she twitched and dared not move anymore.
I’m not pretending, I’m really scared!
Of course, she knew Duke’s grand plan, but no one had ever promised her that for the sake of this grand plan to destroy the Burning Legion, those who stood in the way of this grand plan would not be crushed, even if they were her most cherished childhood sweethearts...
In order to save the world, both she and the moon goddess Elune tried their best. Even if she prayed to Elune, Elune would definitely not support her and ruin this destructive plan just to save her childhood sweetheart.
Tyrande felt as if she was falling into an icy cave.
"No! ... you... I beg you not to hurt Illidan... he is my childhood friend... that’s all... he has no intention of offending you, he... he has already knelt..." Tyrande trembled.
Duke didn’t want to be such a villain! The problem was that old man Kil’jaeden was watching. If he jumped back to the loyal ministers now, not only would they all be doomed, but he wouldn’t be able to escape.
In fact, he was completely furious.
On the surface, the actor Duke looked fierce: "Oh, that’s good. Didn’t you swear to devote everything you have to me? Prove it to me...show it to him!"
Tyrande was struck by lightning this time.
With one last look at Illidan, she resigned herself to her fate in despair - I did it to save the Kaldorei, to save Azeroth...Forgive me, Illidan...
Watching Tyrande slowly offer her lips and allow the black figure to desecrate her body, Illidan’s face was filled with bitterness and his mouth tasted like shit.
He didn’t know why he became , but the frustration and anger in his heart almost burned his brain.
In the end, Illidan could only bow his head deeply.
Duke was also very upset. For the first time in his life, he was the villain! He was reluctant to do so. He wanted Director Nozdormu to jump out and yell "Stop!"
Where is the promised cut?
What about the promised reshoot?
Nozdormu, you must die! I am not going to act this part anymore.
Duke had tears in his heart, but he had no choice but to continue acting. As if savoring the sweetness of the lips, he smacked his lips and laughed wildly.
"Hahaha! Did you see that? Illidan Stormrage! This is power! Only power is everything! As long as you have power, you can get anything you want. For example, women! For example, fame! For example, conquest! So what if you are unwilling? So what if you are angry? Want to take your lover back? You can - beat me first!"
"I dare not... I dare not!" Illidan lowered his head deeply.
"Haha! Don’t dare? You just say you don’t dare, right?" Duke sneered!
"I really don’t dare!" Illidan lowered his head even more, completely sticking to the gravel ground, which made his forehead ache.
Suddenly, all the stress disappeared.
Duke’s sneer remained unchanged. "It doesn’t matter. In the face of absolute power, all lies and disobedience are nothing but clouds. I don’t care whether you are truly convinced or not. I still say the same thing - if you have the power, come and take it yourself. If you don’t have the power, then kneel down and lick my ass! Who knows, when I’m in a good mood and tired of playing with your Tyrande, I may give it to you."
Illidan was shaking all over.
Is it shock? Is it anger?
No one knows, maybe it’s both.
At this time, Duke turned his gaze to the Eredar twins who had been watching the show on both sides: "That’s enough! Don’t play such boring tests in the future. I’m not as good-tempered as you think!"
Duke: "Since he claims to have come to join the Queen and serve our leader, then let’s report him to His Majesty Sargeras. Maybe His Majesty Sargeras will like it. After all, he is the first strong man on this planet who took the initiative to join us after the war."
Duke could clearly feel the resentment that Illidan was suppressing, but he didn’t care. As long as Illidan could get the Demon Soul, he didn’t care whether Illidan lived or died.
Duke really didn’t want to care what history would be like in ten thousand years. As long as he could cripple the Burning Legion, he didn’t care if there was an extra Illidan or one less egg in ten thousand years.
You’ve pissed me off! Believe it or not, I’ll join the Burning Legion!
After that, Duke took Tyrande back to the side hall. When Celia obediently closed the door for Duke from the outside, Duke suddenly became rude.
"No! What are you doing?" Tyrande knew that Kil’jaeden was watching them from a distance. She also knew her mission, but her feelings still rejected Duke.
The next moment, she was shocked to find the darkness in Duke’s eyes. It was obvious that if she continued to resist, the will of darkness might really devour Duke’s sanity.
Tyrande finally realized the danger. If she continued to arouse Duke’s negative emotions, Duke might become a real Void Lord before completing his plan.
"Sigh——" With a slight sigh, Tyrande offered herself as a sacrifice, quietly devouring all the sharpness of Duke’s sword.