"Shameless people, even if they gain power, are still scum! Despicable fellows! Let go of your claws!"

A handsome voice.

The invisible voice could not have had the adjective handsome.

Hearing this voice, it naturally reminds people of those handsome pots that have brought disaster to the country and the people, affected the employment rate of single dogs, and made more girls have unrealistic fantasies.

Behind Gurtug, a fiery red figure suddenly popped up, staring at the rebellious orc with his emerald green eyes that seemed to be carved from the finest jade.

His tone was easily reminiscent of those paladins who had an excessive sense of justice, but it was a pity that he surrounded him, and the fire element was so rich that it almost turned into substance, so that others understood that this master had nothing to do with the priesthood.

Then, around the fiery figure, countless flashes of red light appeared. It was a piece of rubies that seemed to serve as the most magnificent ornaments, and if you looked closely, you would be surprised to find that all the rubies were elemental polymers that concentrated the super-high-quality fire element.

It's more like a phoenix feather than a ruby.

Each feather pointed sharply at Gurtug, an orc who craved power to the point of madness.

Invincible - Gurtug didn't have to think about it, his instincts told him that the male elf in front of him, who was more beautiful than a woman, was invincible.

That's not an ordinary powerhouse, obviously this guy has stepped into the existence of the gods. Fighting a guy like that is stupid in itself, and you can't defeat him yourself.

Gurtug was indeed tyrannical and cruel, but that was due to the fact that his strength was superior to that of the other party.

Perhaps he has killed many people and killed many seemingly powerful enemies. It's a pity that in his bones, he is still the orc laborer full of contradictions.

Almost immediately, he wanted to find 'his own people' top tank.

It's a pity that not so many powerful 'own people' are available.

A piercing wave of thunder and lightning suddenly exploded in the temple like a roaring dragon. A red-haired female Naga with a swaying snake tail, six arms, and a standard upper-elf head appeared.

A chain of lightning in one hand forced the entire Illidare Council of four to almost jump over the wall.

On the other side, a tall and thin giant figure appeared, knocking back the soul box with a single move. The blazing flames shattered the source of suffering, and at this moment, the soul box began to reorganize itself and enter the second stage......

Illidan's face was ugly, and a mouth as sharp as a shark's fang, and he crumbled and gurgled against it.

Seeing the face of the one who suddenly appeared, he could no longer maintain the pride that seemed to be standing above the clouds and looking down on all beings, and became more like a mortal.

"You-" Illidan's menacing first note passed, but it was a deflated tail note that fell off a cliff.

Duke never imagined that one day he would hear a word, a syllable, that contained so much emotion.

Originally, Duke thought about it for a moment and asked Illidan if he chose to 'forgive her, of course'?

I also want to compare, Illidan and Mario's Luigi, with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, with Teemo, and with Guan Gong...... What are the commonalities.

I also want to sing "The vast grassland is your love-"

But when it came time to meet, Duke found that he was powerless to complain.

Because what he saw was the gentle eyes of an infatuated man.

At this moment in Karazhan, Tyrande, who was being held in Duke's arms, turned his head a little unbearably, and said in a mosquito-snorting voice: "He knows that Duke is fake." He also knew that I was watching him. ”

Right!

How could a truly peerless powerhouse not see through that the 'Duke' in front of him was just an empty shell with nothing on the surface?

In this life, Illidan did not have a chance to gain the allegiance of Kael'thas , so Vaschi was the only one who 'betrayed' him.

But Illidan didn't look at anyone, but at the puppet Duke, hoping to see the figure of his familiar man in those strange and disgusting eyes.

As the brother of Malfurion's Fury, Illidan's story has too many legends. His last words as he resolutely left Tyrande's side: "Whatever I do, no matter what I become, I will always care about you, Tyrande." ”

If this sentence is used in love letters, it is estimated that it will be very deadly.

It's a pity that all the gods and horses in this life have made Duke yellow.

The two brothers' rivalry over Tyrande was halted by the War of the Ancients, and by the time they came to their senses, Tyrande had already eaten and wiped Duke clean in the name of saving the world when he was captured, and there was no turning back.

If Duke was just a scumbag who took advantage of others, then the two brothers might still have a chance. If Tyrande wanted to, presumably none of them would refuse.

It's a pity that Duke played a big game of Infernal Affairs, not only thwarting the Burning Legion's plot to invade Azeroth, but also blowing up Sargeras's largest fortress in the Twisted Void Lair, becoming the greatest hero of all time!

It is precisely because of the double conquest of body and mind, coupled with the approval of Elune, the goddess of the moon behind him, that there is a legendary story of Tyrande resolutely defending Duke for ten thousand years and rejecting any new relationship.

As a result, Illidan's crush can only be a crush forever.

The first hazy and beautiful love ended before it began.

As in history, if Malfurion captured Tyrande, perhaps Illidan would be even angrier. But Duke won the jackpot, and surprisingly, Illidan didn't find it so hard to accept. At least it's not a double whammy of affection and love.

After all, Duke was even better in that fight, achieving achievements that he could only look up to.

However, acceptance is acceptance. Illidan has a very different perspective on the Burning Legion......

On the other hand, Duke is also quite entangled.

Just by glancing at Illidan across the endless void on the magic mirror screen, Tyrande's feelings were a little out of control, and after saying that, Tyrande kissed Duke fiercely with a rare momentum.

"Duke, if you can...... I'm talking about what if...... If you really have that kind of room to spare, please give Illidan salvation!" said Tyrande as he squeezed his body against Duke's chest. If, in the usual days, feeling the oppression of the peaks of Hyjal, Duke would be very happy, and he would have been reviewing with Tyrande what forty-eight hands were.

But Duke really couldn't be happy at the moment.

Salvation?

It's a word that can only be used by people who have fallen into evil ways physically and mentally.

If Duke remembers correctly, Illidan is playing Infernal Affairs at this point in time!

：。 ：