Chapter 648: Gavinrad's Girlfriend

"Say, Duke, the forces in your main base aren't bad, so why can't they take the second floor?" As they traversed through the second floor ballroom of Karazhan, where guests were received, Alleria questioned Duke's major domo, Khadgar, about the arrangement in Karazhan.

It wasn't just Alleria; the other squad members harbored similar queries.

A team of over a hundred, seemingly capable of effortlessly overthrowing a squad of royal knights' spirit warriors.

A ghostly steward, Khadgar, whose strength was enigmatic.

And a mysterious golem known as 'The Curator'.

All appeared formidable.

Khadgar's face instantly exhibited a mournful expression: "Those demons! Those despicable demons! We simply cannot resist them! 'The Curator' is too large to enter, um... this has nothing to do with combat power, it's just... just... wuuwuu! They bully me!"

After speaking, Khadgar, quite unspiritedly, burst into tears. The spirit warriors accompanying him also wore peculiar expressions.

They all stubbornly remained on the second floor, refusing to budge.

One spirit warrior spoke: "Master, we cannot resist those demons, but with the Windrunner ladies here, there shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"What exactly is there?" Vereesa responded with immense curiosity.

Having been away for too long, Duke's memory was somewhat foggy. However, upon ascending the stairs and hearing the frivolous, heavily seductive female voice emanating from the corridor ahead, long-buried memories were rekindled.

Damn! No wonder that little rascal Khadgar was utterly defeated...

"How come that Khadgar isn't coming?"

"Things just started getting interesting last time."

"Sigh!"

"It always ends so quickly!"

"A ghostly mage... well, the process itself was quite fun."

Observing the scantily clad, frivolous female attendants not far ahead in the reception hall, Duke's side, recalling Khadgar's recent flight in defeat, several men unscrupulously laughed.

Duke, with a dark expression, facepalmed, not wanting to say anything.

"Wow!?" Gavinrad whistled: "I like this scene, but unfortunately..."

Indeed!

Truly unfortunate!

The women ahead were visually stunning, possessing all the attributes – bosoms, perky buttocks, long white legs – that absolutely met the visual sensory demands of a normal male. The enchanting ** could attract male attention anywhere, if only they weren't succubi...

At this moment, the Windrunner sisters powerfully scrutinized Duke.

Alleria's eyes shimmered: "Fortunately, for the past year or so, I've mostly been by your side; otherwise, I'd doubt your taste."

This time, Vereesa didn't compromise either: "Hmph! If you bring such a creature home, my sister and I will leave immediately."

Duke surrendered: "Please, this is Karazhan, with countless connections to the void. Anything can appear here. Let's leave these women to Gavinrad!"

Gavinrad protested on the spot: "Hey, hey! I am, after all, a first-generation paladin! I, with my exceedingly noble character and sentiment, am only moved by women who also radiate the Light. Oh, they must have good figures; I don't want beautiful women who don't conform to the golden ratio."

"Hehe!" Duke mysteriously smirked shamelessly.

Alleria lifted her hunting bow, seemingly hinting at something: "So, Duke, I'm going to take down these pretty vases, you don't mind, right?"

"How could I mind?"

Succubi have tremendous lethality to every male. Males always find it difficult to resist when faced with charm-type skills. It seems Khadgar lost his integrity here.

But Duke didn't understand why the hell didn't Khadgar just get himself soul-scattered?

The Windrunner sisters practiced the 'Corpse-Lying Arrow Method'. After a series of "whooshes" from the bowstrings, Gavinrad regretfully watched as those bosoms, buttocks, and long white legs all turned into flames and disappeared from view.

Everyone continued down the corridor, and after clearing the phantom guards in two rooms, abruptly, a majestic female voice resonated.

"Intruders! Your actions are unforgivable!"

"Impure thoughts lead to blasphemous actions. You must be purified--"

"Come, let me, the [Maiden of Virtue], be your opponent!"

Muradin and Edwin, leading the charge, were momentarily stunned.

The next second, the damn dwarf unscrupulously pointed ahead: "Look, Gavinrad, your beloved 'woman radiating with the Light' is here, do you want to communicate with her?"

After just one glance, Gavinrad was completely not okay!

Damn! What the hell is that?

She is radiating with the Light, that's correct.

Her figure adheres to the golden ratio, correct.

She's female, correct?

Even the Maiden of Virtue, correct!

But...

Why the hell is she a 10-meter-tall stone giantess?!

Where's the promised fun **?

Gavinrad, always considering himself suave, was petrified, and a breeze seemed to scatter his soul.

The giantess was tall, located at the end of the corridor in a massive hall. The large pillars in the center of the hall seemed to possess some mysterious power, preventing the giantess from exiting.

"How do we handle this?" Everyone turned their gaze towards Duke.

Duke shrugged: "No choice, the demon army is about to invade, and I must eliminate all unstable factors in Karazhan. Although it's a bit unfair to Gavinrad's girlfriend, she must be destroyed."

"Hey, hey! Who is my girlfriend? Don't think you can talk nonsense just because you're my boss! You have a princess as a backup fiancée, but I'm still single!"

Gavinrad's roaring protest was ignored.

Duke commanded: "Everyone, spread out a bit. Since she's of the Holy type, she might have [Consecration] or some kind of AoE skill that infuses the ground with Holy Light."

Maiden of Virtue, ah!

This is a training dummy boss that could be beaten with eyes closed.

Duke had no particular feelings towards this female boss, who was, for some reason, surrounded by a group of succubi.

With one command, everyone rushed up, and the boss was pushed with a whetstone.

An unexpected event occurred again.

"Are you... a messenger of the Light?" Without reacting to the shield bash on her shin from Muradin, the Maiden of Virtue knelt on one knee, her eyes, flickering with golden light, gazing at Gavinrad.

"Ha!?" Gavinrad's face was plastered with bewilderment.

Tirion Fordring raised his tall warhammer: "Yes! Both he and I are inheritors of the Light, the first-generation paladins of Azeroth."

The Maiden of Virtue nodded: "I'm so happy to meet companions who believe in the same holy power in a different world. It seems you are not my enemies. My name is Jaina Kristin. What is your name?"

Gavinrad, his mind in chaos, almost subconsciously replied: "Gavinrad the Dire."

Watching the harmonious exchange between one person and one boss, the damn Muradin turned his head: "Gavinrad, dare you say she's not your girlfriend?"