He could have hid in Karazhan, where he could live a shameless life with the Windranger sisters. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info can decorate the space that belongs only to him at will. Immerse yourself in the world of magic like a real mage. And with Alexstaza's protection, he doesn't even worry about the cats and dogs of the Burning Legion coming to his door.

However, he couldn't watch his familiar friends and heroes die.

It's no longer just friendship, or emotional bonds.

Nearly five years of layout and hard work, after ten years of drifting in the void. The life on the earth seems to have become very far away, and only with the help of the system can I easily recall the bits and pieces of the earth. Unconsciously, Duke's mind was born with the consciousness that he had breathed and shared a fate with Azeroth.

Faced with Duke's determined look, Illucia shook her head gently.

"Duke, I didn't stop you from going. My great hero!" The soft voice was naturally reminiscent of the little wife who stayed at home waiting for her husband to return, and tilted her head slightly, and Illusia said emphatically: "I just want to prevent you from going to die in such a state." ”

"That ......"

"Use my magic circuit. Illusia's smile was so gentle, so touching, as if she were saying something completely unrelated to herself.

"What!?"

Duke shuddered, his face full of horror.

With her magic circuit?

That's right, magic circuits can be transferred and transplanted.

Why do most magicians pass down the family style, and the first generation of magicians tend to be very strong?

That's because the children of the mage family can inherit the magic circuit of their parents and even their ancestors.

Over the generations, the mass and total amount of magic circuits can be staggering.

However, there are many, many prerequisites for this.

First, both sides of the transplant must be alive, and once dead, the activity of the magic circuit will quickly dissipate.

Second, the magic circuits of both sides of the transplant must be of the same root. It's like playing [Phoenix Flame], and transplanting it directly to the [Ice Crown] vein without transformation, that is death.

Third, both parties to the transplant must be voluntary. Whether it is magic or holy light, it is actually a strange energy that originates from the soul, and the magic circuit is a special magic production and circulation channel shaped by one's own soul. As long as the other soul resists, even subconsciously, then the transplant is bound to fail.

Illusia has all three of the above, and that sounds great, doesn't it?

Duke needs instant combat power, and Illucia can provide it, if Illusia's magic circuit is transplanted to Duke, not to mention, Duke can at least quickly return to the peak strength of the Radiant Moon Mage.

But......

"Illusia, you're crazy! Do you know how painful a transplant is? The magic circuit is also a part of your soul! Even if my circuit burns, it's only that part of the circulation blockage!But if your circuit is transplanted, it's just tearing a part of your soul off!" Duke shouted excitedly, grabbing Illusia's arms and shaking the woman who had followed him wholeheartedly for more than ten years.

Duke had expected his intimidation to have an effect, and to see the panic in this beautiful face full of intellectual and mature charm, so that he could naturally dispel her from this crazy thought.

Duke was disappointed.

No, it's not simple, a feeling called disappointment.

Looking at the blazing love in Illusia's solid eyes, Duke suddenly understood why.

"It's worth it if I can sacrifice just a small part of my soul in exchange for my lover's life. What's more, this gives me the confidence to be able to compete with Aurelia and Sister Wenresa!" The seductive red lips were imprinted on Duke's tiger lips like a dragonfly, and Illucia stared at Duke: "Or do you hate to let my soul merge into your soul?"

Three years together.

Ten years of separation.

The years have not dampened Illusia's love for Duke, but it is like a wine in a cellar, which becomes more and more mellow.

Ten years, the most critical ten years for a girl to grow into a real lady.

A lot can happen.

How many women are willing to wait for a former lover who has been missing for ten years and is likely to be long dead?

It is precisely because before the crossing, whether from the examples of the people around him or the ears and eyes of WeChat and Weibo, Duke has seen too many love that cannot stand the test, so he does not dare to give the greatest hope.

Before his return, Illusia did not abandon his fiefdom, and worked diligently to make his fief the richest region in the southern continent, for which Duke was already grateful.

It's just that I didn't expect that this woman who was not outstanding in magic talent and was destined to not be able to step into the hero realm and fight side by side with him would be willing to sacrifice for him to this point.

What else can Duke say?

What else can Duke say!?

Directly hugged Illusia into his arms, one hand lightly wrapped around the soft shoulder of this noble daughter, and the fingers of the other hand directly touched this intellectual face.

Without any teasing or ambiguity, Duke's right index finger slowly followed the delicate facial line of Illusia's face from top to bottom, gently pressed down, and after the index finger was slightly released, the skin that could be broken by blowing and the bright red lips bounced back under the action of inertia.

It seemed a bit naughty, but in fact, Duke looked at Illusia again, and he wanted to smile at this jade face, and remember every line on it deeply on his retina, engraved on his heart, and imprinted in the depths of his soul.

No amount of words is superfluous.

Duke kissed him hard.

Little by little, trembling and trembling, he sucked on those two beautiful red lips, sucking the fragrance from his lover.

I don't know how long it took for the four lips to leave breathlessly.

Then, the trees began to echo with Illusia's irrepressible snort.

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Looking at the look on Illusia's face pretending not to care for his peace of mind, feeling the tremor from her delicate body, Duke's heart was already drowned in tears.

The more she pretended not to care.

The more Duke cared.

Duke couldn't imagine what kind of pain it was that transcended the flesh, and it was clear that it would be more horrific and painful than tearing his hands and feet off his body.

However, with her weak body, Illusia endured all this.

At some point, tears were already streaming down Duke's cheeks...... (To be continued.) )