Chapter 331: The Legendary Lap Pillow

The Cunning Duke?

Who gives themselves a nickname these days?

Why did the Alliance come up with the moniker 'Fire God Duke'? It's because Duke is adept at using fire.

He burned half of Elwynn Forest, set Stormwind City ablaze, and with the Flamestrike Brigade's flamethrowers, he managed to burn off the Horde's main offensive in Silverpine Forest.

Most of Duke's famous battles are related to fire.

The nickname 'Fire God' is indeed fitting.

Unfortunately, Duke isn't satisfied.

How could a mere 'Fire God' compare to the likes of the 'Elemental Overlord' or the 'Transcendent Archmage'?

That's right! If he were to have a title, it should at least be 'Archmage'!

In any case, Duke isn't content with just being a 'Fire God'.

Duke is very clear that the previous retreat was more than half successful. If he were to do this much, he would inevitably earn the title of a 'wise Marshal'.

But that's not enough!

For some reason, there was no news from the other side, but Duke had to quickly settle things here and gather troops to deal with Orgrim.

If the situation at Stromgarde was very tense, Duke, as the Alliance's deputy commander, wouldn't be able to leave, nor could he gather troops in advance.

So Duke had to alleviate the pressure on Stromgarde, and the best way to do that was to give the Horde another hard blow.

The Horde's forces seemed to have not diminished at all, but only Duke and the commanders of Stormwind, who had been fighting the Horde the longest, felt it the most. The Horde was already starting to decline.

For example, if the Horde's strength was 100 before, now it's at most 70. As the battle losses continue to expand, the Horde's strength will soon reach a critical value. Once this critical value is broken, it will change from quantitative to qualitative, and that's when the Alliance will switch from defense to offense.

Seeing that Marshal Othmar Garithos and others still wanted to say something, Duke gently pushed Sylvanas and Gavinrad aside and waved his hand at them.

"Gentlemen, I appreciate your willingness to sacrifice for me. I accept your goodwill, and if I can't make it in the future, I'll come to you. Conversely, if you can't make it in the future, you can come to me. As long as we defeat the orcs, I'll be a great lord." Duke shrugged his shoulders, then said, "But before that, could you please get lost as planned? Unless you have my kind of magic, knowledge, and cunning, your poor imagination won't know what I'm going to do."

Duke's words were no longer just 'blunt', if he had said this before, even if they had the king's pressure on them, they would have taken it out on Duke.

But men are such simple creatures, once they've been through life and death together, they become brothers.

Not a single Stromgardian took Duke's words as an insult or provocation. Instead, after seeing their comrades, who had a high chance of dying in battle, successfully retreat to Stromgarde, they saw Duke, who was shining with holy light all over his body.

Othmar gritted his teeth: "Promise me, you won't die here."

"I don't need to promise you, because I still have to deal with things here and go after Orgrim. That guy who's painted all over with green paint is still occupying my territory." Duke said jokingly, but the confidence in his eyes still won over the people of Stromgarde.

Nearly twenty officers of various ranks saluted Duke at the same time.

After dealing with those brave Marshals, Duke gave instructions to Jandice.

"Alright, there are two hours left before the orc's night raid begins. I'll take a nap first."

Duke was really too tired. Even though his quarters were in such a terrible state, with no spring mattress or soft pillow, Duke still fell asleep as soon as he lay down, like a dead pig.

In his daze, it seemed like he was resting his head on a very soft and smooth pillow. Duke moved his neck a bit to make himself more comfortable.

Hmm, this is good, it's comparable to a space memory pillow.

Duke wasn't sure how long he had slept, but the system sprite's warning woke him up.

"Dear host, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm afraid you have to come out of your happy time with the lap pillow. Because the orcs are here."

Duke woke up in a daze, and he suddenly realized a word—lap pillow.

The next moment, Duke, who opened his eyes, almost went blind.

What did he see?

His head was resting on two long, round, and not too fleshy legs. Seeing the mage's long skirt wrapped around the legs, Duke immediately realized whose legs these were.

Not only that, in his haste to turn his head, Duke bumped into something, something soft hanging less than two centimeters above his head.

Uh... something seems wrong.

Duke's body instantly stiffened.

"Whoo! I'm a salted fish! I'm a salted fish that doesn't move, I didn't do anything just now..." Duke, who was full of theoretical knowledge but zero practical experience, hypnotized himself like an idiot.

At this time, Miss Barov was also awakened. She rubbed her eyes, only to find that Duke was awake.

"I'm sorry, teacher... uh, Duke, I didn't mean to offend. I just saw you sleeping very hard earlier. You were mumbling something about 'the pillow is too hard', and then when I came over, you..."

Duke was despondent: "I just slept on your thigh?"

Jandice blushed and finally nodded.

"Why didn't you resist!?" Duke said almost manically.

"I... I was confused by what you said about the space pillow." Jandice made an excuse.

In fact, Duke's actions were more rude, and the young lady of the Barov family was almost scared. But she didn't dare to resist. Mages are fragile, and if she accidentally hurt Duke and caused the Alliance's plan to fail, her sin would be great.

And surprisingly, she didn't seem to reject this act, which was supposed to be only between lovers.

At this time, something even more nightmarish for Duke happened.

A soft cough suddenly came from outside the window.

Even if Duke turned to ashes, he could recognize that voice... it was Sylvanas...

"Cough, cough, I was worried that the Deputy Commander was too tired, so I came to remind him to prepare for the Horde's night raid. It seems, however, that the Deputy Commander has more important things to do!"

"No, actually I..." Duke rushed out as fast as he could.

Who knew that as soon as he stepped out of the door, he was 'accidentally' stepped on by Sylvanas.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. My sister repeatedly told me to take care of you." Sylvanas stood with her hands on her hips, slowly retracting her foot.

At this moment, Duke finally understood the difference between a woman's wildness and coquettishness.

If a girl steps on you and lightly scolds you, that's called being wild.

If a stunningly beautiful goddess steps on you and lightly scolds you, and while she's scolding you, her chest is trembling, that's called being coquettish...

Alright, as for Sylvanas, Duke didn't have any inappropriate thoughts, but he just couldn't get angry.