Chapter 352: I'll Accompany You to Death If Necessary

There's a kind of embarrassment that makes you wish you were dead.

There's another kind of embarrassment that makes you feel worse than death.

Duke also wanted to verify whether there was a kind of love called letting go.

Unfortunately, in this situation, it felt like whether he let go or not, death was inevitable. Since either way led to death, Duke simply gave up resisting, allowing his face to fully experience the astonishing pressure from the Flesh Mountains of the Great Demon King.

At this moment, Alleria's body was burning hot, every inch of her exposed skin was dyed a beautiful crimson, which was quite charming.

The strange feeling of being stared at by six eyes on her back almost drove Alleria mad. She had no idea how to respond in this situation.

The more unexpected the situation, the more likely one is to act impulsively.

Alleria made a foolish decision - to cover up, and deny it to the death!

She actually glared at Duke while covering his eyes with her left hand, trying to make him close his eyes, and she even said, "This kid Duke, he's really confused after getting drunk."

Alleria wanted to bluff her way through, but the problem was, Duke's rumored scandalous aunt, Sylvanas, didn't agree.

Sylvanas also stood with her hands on her hips, "Sis, although I also want to protect your dignity, our friends and relatives are exposed under the orc's blades... Sis, even if you're embarrassed, I have to say - Duke is awake."

Alleria might be able to deceive Vanessa and Jandice, but she definitely couldn't deceive her own sister. Elves' long ears inherently have a special ability called "Listening", which allows them to hear further and a wider range of frequencies than humans.

The change in Duke's breathing couldn't possibly be hidden from Queen Sylvanas. In an emergency, Queen Sylvanas directly pierced through this facade.

At this moment, Alleria wanted to die.

At this moment, Duke's arms were still tightly wrapped around a certain elf's waist.

She frowned and tried to make her face stern and fierce, "Duke, aren't you going to let go!?"

"Will you sisters promise not to hit me?" Duke continued to roll his eyes, his humming voice echoing in the deep valleys of Mount Hyjal.

Alleria now had no time to worship Duke as a little prince, "For the sake of God, I'm begging you, how dare I hit you."

Ten seconds later, this farce ended.

Someone pretended as if nothing had happened, seemingly decisive, but in reality reluctantly let go of Alleria the Great Demon King.

Then Duke directly let the system sprite notify his body, filter the blood through the arcane circuit, let the "Phoenix Flame" circuit evaporate the alcohol in the blood, then wash his face, Duke finally sat across from a blushing Alleria looking like a human.

On one side were the Windrunner sisters, on the other side were Duke, Jandice, and Vanessa standing behind, separated by a dining table.

Under Sylvanas' brief and concise explanation, Duke finally grasped the current situation.

"Duke, for my sake, send troops to save Quel'Thalas? Only your army can save my homeland."

Duke crossed his fingers, the back of his fingers against his nose, his gaze once again became deep. He was recalling all the details of the Second Dark Portal War that he knew.

He used to understand a game story as a player.

Now he is controlling the direction of a shocking war as a transmigrator who is personally present.

Everything could change, every choice could have a profound impact.

The war had reached this point, and Duke could almost say that even if he let go, the Alliance had a 70% chance of winning. The problem now was not just about winning, but about the layout and situation after victory.

You should know, once the Third Dark Portal War begins, it will be the day when the Lich King rises. The entire northern part of Lordaeron will be shattered by the deranged Arthas.

How much vitality can be preserved is the key. However, thinking of the Silvermoon Council, the worst of the worst, Duke had an impulse to wish they would just die off quickly.

The Silvermoon Council was arrogant and domineering, betraying their citizens and king, a cancer in the world of high elves. Except for the last battle where they almost all fought to the death, the Silvermoon Council was absolutely a garbage-level existence. Unfortunately, dealing with them in advance would be equivalent to splitting humans and high elves.

Duke pondered for a while, and finally sighed, "Bolvar was right, without receiving an application from Quel'Thalas to join the Alliance and a request for help, the Alliance cannot send troops."

As soon as Duke's voice fell, the Windrunner sisters, who already had tears in their eyes, stood up abruptly.

Alleria bit her lip hard, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, she slammed the table, "Duke, I misjudged you! Thirty thousand elven civilians will die because of the Silvermoon Council and your wrong choice! Duke, I... I... I hate you--"

Alleria was so emotional that her chest was heaving violently.

Duke had no heart to appreciate this scene.

Duke was also angry, "So what should I do? Act on personal feelings, take the elite of Stormwind Kingdom that relies on the restoration of the country, just because of your request, illegally cross the border, rush into a country that is forbidden to enter and fight with the Horde, and then let the Sun King say 'Ah! I didn't let you come into our country', as if he just watched a dog fight, and dismiss us with a single sentence?"

What Duke said was absolutely true. The crisis of Quel'Thalas was mainly because the higher-ups in Silvermoon City were all shitty guys.

This was the arrogance of the high elves that had been inherited for thousands of years, it had nothing to do with Duke, and it had nothing to do with any race in the world.

Alleria started crying, she lay on the table and sobbed.

The tears of a beauty always make people feel heartache.

Sylvanas clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and couldn't help but shout, "Duke, my sister was wrong to trust you. Without her giving you the 'Phoenix Flame', could you have your status today?"

Facing Queen Sylvanas' accusation, Duke smiled sadly on his face, "Then I might as well accompany you to Eversong Woods as an individual, and after I die there, I can always repay Alleria's favor, right?"

A cold wind blew through the room. For a moment, all the women in the room were stunned.

Duke... the high-ranking Duke, who has the power to mobilize the forces of the eight kingdoms, has a series of brilliant records, and carries the hopes of countless humans, actually has the courage to say such things?!

No one doubted Duke.

Because Duke's words are almost synonymous with destiny.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

"You can't! If you die in Quel'Thalas, what will happen to the millions of soldiers and civilians of Stormwind waiting for the restoration of the kingdom?" Marshal Bolvar roared

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"What about the private soldiers who trust and are loyal to you? What about your followers? You don't even have an heir!" Windsor also roared.

The Windrunner sisters were stunned.