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A group of bigwigs are not drinking traditional wines now.

As a traverser, it's a shame not to harm the world.

After the end of the Second Dark Gate War, Duke began to engage in black technology that was not a black technology. For example, winemaking. Relying on the continuous memory comparison of the system and the support of a group of wine fanatics, I was stunned to get out the draft beer and liquor that had reached the level of the top eight or nine points.

Now they're drinking the cold beer that Duke invented!

The taste is so refreshing!

Even Queen Kalia, who doesn't like to drink, secretly took several sips.

Varian's thin beard on his lips was stained with the white foam of beer, and he looked a little ridiculous: "Brother Duke, when are you going to come back and take us to attack Tirisfa?"

Duke smiled: "I don't stabilize my physical condition, I can't command on the front line." But you can't rush. There are still more than 100,000 Alliance troops in Kalimdor to wipe out demons, at least wait for Mograini and Tulayan to return to their divisions, right?"

"His Majesty Nozdorm is too...... Big brother, your physical condition is unstable, so you are in a hurry to carry out some mysterious mission. Varian muttered.

Kudran touched Varian with his elbow, which was meant to be.

Who knows......

"Nozdorm, you bastard!

Well, Alekstaza, who is the eldest sister of Nozdorm, sprayed directly.

She was clearly a little overdrunk.

Despite Duke's repeated warnings against mixing liquor and beer, there are always dragons who die, but this has led to their own dragons spraying against each other, so ...... Let's be a good thing!

Of course, everyone was celebrating happily while discussing how to bulldoze the city of Lordaeron.

In everyone's eyes, Arthas, who has been cut off half of his body, is already a dish on a pot. It's just that Duke said that everyone can only be cautiously optimistic.

As a living man, Duke would have liked to be burned to slag by the Forsaken.

It's a pity that in the original history, it was the Lich King Naozu who pulled up the anti-flag and broke away from the Burning Legion.

In this life, Duke didn't dare to pack the ticket, Nao Zu would definitely jump out.

What's more, if Neozu rebels, there will be no more drama in which the dark ranger Sylvanas is angry with Arthas, and then becomes the queen of the Forsaken.

How the situation will evolve, Duke is not sure.

It's a good thing that the Scourge Legion and the Burning Legion are torn apart, but if you still wear a pair of pants, you can only fight all the way to the end.

Duke didn't respect the idea of the original book at all, he didn't mind pushing for further peace between the Alliance and the Horde, and even thought about tempting the Horde to help send troops to a multi-way march to directly destroy the city of Lordaeron.

Before I knew it, it was late at night, and the banquet was over.

Duke drank so well that he didn't even need Vanessa to help him, but when he got back to the bedroom, Duke found that none of the lights were on in the room.

Suddenly, an elegant harp sounded, like the tinkling sound of a deep mountain spring, with that familiar and graceful softness, and Duke's heart was on fire.

"Aurelia, dear ......"

At this moment, a second beautiful harp sounded, and the piece suddenly changed from a solo to a more cheerful ensemble.

"Wen Ressa?"

Just as Duke was wondering what surprise they would give him, the third harp sounded, which seemed to be slightly rougher than the first two harps in terms of technique, but after the first few notes, it showed a beautiful sound of a luthier's quality.

"It's ......"

Just as Duke had a look of surprise on his face, an even bigger surprise was yet to come.

Out of the darkness there was a row of 'keys' suspended in mid-air, and it was not accurate to say that the keys were inaccurate, but they were clearly patches of ice rectangular blocks. An incomparably light ice hammer strikes on the 'keys' with a semicircular cross-section, and immediately makes a crisp and pleasant explosion like a chime.

The next moment, when the hammer needed the previous note again, another icy key formed under the hammer.

The harp's light and clear sound, combined with the crisp sound of percussion, forms a wonderful mini-symphony that gives people an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Suddenly, twelve flames, neatly arranged in the position of the clock, lit up at the same time around Duke.

What caught my eye was five stunning women.

The one among them, of course, was Aurelia, who caressed the harp with one hand and leaned back in the chaise longue. The rose-red chair complements her slender and toned, but also plump figure, and she is only wearing a light veil, but her face is full of dignity, which makes Duke swallow saliva in his throat.

On the left, Wen Resa leans lightly against the windowsill, her posture graceful and relaxed, and the fluffy and dense silver emanation under the moonlight forms a wonderful combination with the smooth and soft body of clotted jade. In the face of Duke, she reciprocated with a gentle look, and the infinite love in her eyes was enough to melt Duke's body and mind.

On the upper right, Sylvanas' two long legs hang from the beams of the roof, swaying briskly, as if stirring up a circle of water in a peaceful stream. The graceful curves of the long legs bring out how good the elasticity of their muscles is. The wind around her gently caused the green leaves to flutter up and down around her, contrasting with the brilliant crown above her head.

A little farther to the left, a noble woman with a golden crown, eyes as soft as water, and intelligent pupils glittering with a light that no one could fully dissolve. As she played, her long, waterfall-like golden hair spread over her long, graceful swan neck and tall magical peaks.

Even though almost all of her mind was on Duke's face, she still did not stop her delicate fingers, and her agile performance added the nobility and elegance unique to her beauty.

At some point, Illusia had slowly walked behind Duke, and her tender fingers touched Duke's shoulders, like the gentlest little wife, shedding the gorgeous clothes for Duke, which was only for outsiders.

Looking at the slender and beautiful confidants, Duke suddenly maliciously thought, is this the legendary Dog Abuse Festival?

Having any of them would be enough to incur the maddening jealousy of any man in Azeroth, let alone five together?

It was late at night, but Duke's eyes seemed to travel through time and space, seeing the blue and calm sea in summer, the soft and smooth beach sand, and the happy world filled with the laughter of warblers and swallows.

Duke opened his arms with great pride: "Which one is tonight?"

"Which?" said Aurelia with a smile on her lips, "Didn't I say that I want you to treat every sister equally." I don't mind if you bring me new sisters, but you have to settle all the sisters first. Isn't it?"

Duke's face changed suddenly.

He finally knew what it was.

Sisters of one heart!

Iron rod grinding needle!