Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 396: Upright Duke

How does it feel to guide a great person who is only half a step away from becoming a god of magic in history?

Very cool!

It feels so fucking good!

It's like traveling back in time, teaching Edison how to invent, how to think about life, and instructing him to apply for patents for his inventions. It's filled with a perverse sense of accomplishment.

If Rhonin was a woman, it would be as bad as instigating a little girl who believed in the existence of Santa Claus to go to Akina Mountain to watch an experienced driver drive.

Fortunately, Rhonin is a male.

Just like that, Duke's rescue team was formed, carrying the will and hope of the entire alliance.

This description is not an exaggeration at all, because Taranis's frontal attack put a lot of pressure on the Alliance. He wanted to gather a large army to counterattack in one go and first recapture Arathi Highlands, but the army of more than 200,000 was stuck at the Thoradin Wall by an ancient dragon and could not advance an inch.

If the Wildhammer dwarves' griffon riders had not shown a fierce enough fighting spirit, Taranis would probably have rushed straight to the military camp behind the Wall of Thoradin and washed the ground with his dragon breath.

The overlord of the sky is so domineering.

Duke, Gavinrad, Veresa, Rhonin, and Marian Firewing who was forced in. This five-member team seemed very low-key, but it brought together quite a lot of experts.

A deputy commander of the Alliance, a first-generation paladin, a ranger general, a future archmage, and a member of the Silvermoon Council.

"Why did you come?" Duke asked Marian, the charming female high elf mage.

"For the future of the Alliance! It would be a pity if a young and promising Alliance member like you, Duke, died under some terrible curse. This would also damage the relationship between Quel'Thalas and the Alliance. The Sun King and the Council unanimously agreed that you are the best bridge for us to communicate with the Alliance."

At this point, Marian's eyes flickered as she continued, "And saving the beautiful queen from the evil and filthy orcs, isn't this a standard template for a heroic legend? Is it wrong for me to eagerly hope to be a part of the legend?"

Marianne spoke with confidence and righteousness.

"Then we don't have to sacrifice a Silvermoon councillor, right?"

"Should we sacrifice a deputy commander of the alliance?" Her words were so reasonable that Duke could not find any room for rebuttal.

"We are going deep behind enemy lines now. No one will serve you." Duke, who had heard about the decadent life of the high elf mages, especially the Silvermoon Councillor, gave a precautionary measure.

"I applied to join this voluntarily. Even if I die in the wetlands, it is my own business. There are many people in Silvermoon City who are eyeing my position and waiting for me to die there. Don't worry, I can take care of myself and will not let them get their wish."

Duke can only accept it. I hope Marian won't be a burden.

Duke didn't disbelieve in Marian's ability, but he was not sure about her style!

The five-man team set off like this.

Because the entire Arathi Highlands and the wetlands across the sea belong to the front line, flying directly to Grim Batol on a griffin is just a joke. After a group of Alliance leaders and staff studied it, they decided to first ride a griffin to the Stormwind fleet across the Paladin Bay. Then, take advantage of nightfall, use a small boat to land on the west coast of the wetlands.

Ideals are full, but reality is skinny.

Duke didn't expect that there could be conflicts between people from the same group or from different places.

Duke suddenly realized that whenever Marian was present, Veresa would sit next to him. It had been like this since they started riding the griffin. Veresa insisted on sharing a griffin with him, so Marian and Gavinrad shared a griffin.

This is especially true when taking a boat.

Well, just like a mother bird protecting her young, she spreads her wings, keeps a close eye on the enemy, and is extremely vigilant.

"Vereesa, they are all companions who are carrying out the mission together..."

"No, Duke, you don't understand. This kind of woman is the kind of evil that will eat people without leaving any bones. I will keep an eye on you for my sister." Vereesa said this in front of Marian, giving her a provocative look.

"..."

Marian didn't care: "This is Windrunner's misunderstanding of the Silvermoon Council."

"No, Duke, Marian is one of the seven sisters of the Silvermoon Salon and a well-known socialite. If I knew in advance that she was also a member of the team, I would strongly oppose it."

"It seems that you have a deep prejudice against me. We are discussing elegant art, including poetry and music in the salon..."

"Make it up! Keep making it up!"

"Besides, Sir Edmund hasn't even settled down with your sister. Even if I want to pursue him, I will do it in an upright manner." After saying that, Marianne giggled and puffed out her chest. It was a set of sexy wizard robes with a heart-shaped hollow on the chest. With this puff, the deep ravine was immediately revealed.

"you..."

"And even if there is a name, so what? We high elves are the least concerned with so-called etiquette. Polygamy, or polyandry, is also very normal, but there is only one person who inherits the status and reputation of the elders. So, even if it is you - Veresa, you can steal your sister's man!"

"You are shameless!" Vereesa was furious.

Especially when Vereesa turned her head, she saw Rhonin's eyes were fixed on him. She blushed and looked away embarrassedly when she saw him.

Gavinrad... this paladin who was born a noble prodigal son did not hide his admiration for Marianne at all, even by whistling.

Originally, for a moment, Wen Lisha despaired of Duke's determination.

However, both ladies were stunned. Duke was very calm, he looked at Marianne's breasts calmly, without excitement or embarrassment, just like appreciating a decent work of art.

"Duke, why are you..." Vereesa was stunned.

Duke blinked: "This is a very normal outfit."

Yes! This level of exposure makes me, a veteran with 10TB of *****, have a nosebleed? You really underestimate me!

Even primary school students wouldn't be scared of this level!

Well, the integrity on the face is to cover up the filth in the heart.

That's right! That's it!

It just so happens that Medivh still has a lot of integrity left, and Duke now looks like a saint.

Vereesa was a little surprised.

In order to avoid alerting the Horde, the ship chose to dock in the middle of the night. A speedboat sent the five-man team to the coast in the dark, probably near the port of Menethil in later generations, and then a team of sailors took them and their horses ashore.

After getting off the boat and stepping onto the coast of Khaz Modan, the team will enter an environment where orcs are walking all over the ground and dragons are flying everywhere in the sky.

So they bickered a bit on the boat, but once they got off, everyone fell silent.