Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 794: Priest

Chapter 794: Priest

Duke is very kind.

He is always very kind, except when he is not being kind. There is nothing wrong with this statement.

When four sets of Helmets of the Forgotten Protector were found in Archimonde’s loot, Thrall’s eyes were a little sad. Now even a fool knows that this thing and the previous gloves should be a set.

Of course, the Horde has no way of knowing what the effect of the set is.

It’s just that the Alliance has already crafted the Gloves of the Forgotten Protector, and it’s impossible to re-refine them. Now that they already have one, shouldn’t they give it to them?

The Alliance and the Horde were in their honeymoon period at this time. Moreover, when they heard that there were more than 100,000 demons and more than 300,000 undead troops entrenched in Felwood, both the night elves and the Horde were very upset.

Firstly, both sides need the Alliance, because the Alliance is the only one with extra troops now. In fact, Duke has already had a second reinforcement plan. The troops who went to the defense line of Mount Hyjal were of course the most elite troops. After Archimonde’s death, the Alliance’s ordinary troops could take on the task of cleaning up the remaining soldiers who were leaderless but had good individual combat power.

Secondly, Sar is still too young.

Duke’s face was filled with a holy glow as he lied sincerely, "Alas! I really didn’t know that this thing would be the same set as the one dropped by Azgalor. I even specially made four hunter-specific gloves in advance..."

Looking at the other two completed Gron Wanderer Gauntlets that Duke took out, Thrall could only sigh.

The system AI almost wanted to remind Thrall - Hey! Don’t be fooled by the righteous appearance of this guy, who is a holy priest. In fact, this guy is a dark priest who sneaked into the holy priest team! He is the biggest liar of the Holy Light Church!

In fact, Jaina saw through Duke’s little trick, but the problem is that Jaina in this life is no longer the cross-faction saint bitch, she is a staunch anti-orc. Duke only tricked Thrall a little bit, but Jaina still thinks Duke is too kind.

The final result was that, thanks to Duke’s operation, a total of twelve sets of two-piece suits from the Forgotten series all became the property of the Alliance.

The Forgotten Defenders series is all about the four Windrunner sisters.

Forgotten Conqueror was divided among Turalyon, Mograine, Liadrin and Duke, a priest.

Because Jaina had Smoke Gloves and a pair of Chaos Storm weapons, she chose to give up. As a result, Rhonin, Kael’thas, Calpurnia and Solarian all got a set of two Forgotten Victors.

Including the suits, on average every participating hero received at least five pieces of epic equipment that were supposed to be obtained in the Caverns of Time only fifteen years later.

Because the spoils of war were so rich and Duke’s contribution was so great, a lot of equipment that the heroes participating in the war didn’t need was all distributed to Duke, who was at his disposal. This was Duke’s sacrifice for the world, and he was forced to go from being the world’s number one wizard to being a priest.

These seemingly messy things are actually top-quality goods.

Not to mention that all the epic jewelry processing drawings were cheaply given to Duke, the key point is that there were no thieves, shamans, and warlocks among the heroes participating in the battle, and the only druid gave up again.

The warlock’s scattered equipment can be obtained from the mage, but the shaman, rogue and druid’s stuff are all in Duke’s hands.

After the spoils were divided, everyone dispersed, giving Duke some time to rest.

Looking at the top-quality equipment that still filled up half of the room, Duke sighed, "Vanessa, even if you can’t use a lot of the equipment here, you should still pick a few first. When you break through to the hero realm in the future, you can use them."

"Thank you, my master." Vanessa smiled sweetly, and then pulled the bow on the back of her maid uniform in front of Duke.

The next second, the black and white maid uniform was thrown into the air and floated down.

Duke was stunned.

The reason is certainly not that Vanessa is naked underneath her maid uniform, but that Vanessa, wearing a thin leather bodysuit, walks confidently in front of the table covered with equipment and puts on the rogue equipment dropped by the six bosses of Mount Hyjal one by one.

Black Feather Boots, Secret Merchant Pants, Agado’s Belt, Midnight Breastplate, Deadly Wristguards, after Vanessa put on these five pieces of Mount Hyjal equipment that would drive 99.99% of the thieves in the world crazy, she picked up the maid outfit and put it on again.

When she lifted the skirt of her maid outfit again and tied the two high-level epic daggers, Endless Pain and Tracking Dagger, to her thighs, everything was hidden under the seemingly traditional maid outfit.

As if she was worried about the Reversal Ring that increased hit rate, critical strike and attack strength, after just three seconds, Vanessa took out a thin rope, threaded the ring, and then put it into her own trench which was not too deep, and smiled with satisfaction.

Duke was stunned for a long time.

In the real world of Azeroth, there are no strict equipment level requirements. At most, the only question is how much power the user can exert on the equipment.

Generally speaking, as long as physical professionals step into the heroic realm, most epic equipment can be used.

The simplest indicator is whether a piece of equipment will emit a specific light when you wear it for the first time. For example, excellent quality is green, excellent is blue, and epic is purple.

Just now, when Vanessa put on those high-level epic equipment from Mount Hyjal, she exuded an extremely noble and elegant violet color, which meant that she could fully control these equipment.

Duke stretched out his right index finger tremblingly, as if he had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed. "Vanessa...you...you...when will you break through the hero realm?"

Vanessa smiled and twirled the hem of her maid’s dress with her fingers, performing a maid’s salute: "Oh, my dear Master Edmund, it has been five years."

"..." Duke looked dazed, and his expression was clearly saying - why don’t I know? Why didn’t you tell me?

"I’m sorry, my master. I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but the rogue profession is too dependent on equipment. Without a pair of good weapons, I can’t even easily defeat an elite demon guard. Although I also know that you are in urgent need of combat power to besiege Archimonde. Unfortunately, as far as I know, my master, you don’t usually have any collection of rogue equipment."

"So you kept it a secret?" Duke was so embarrassed!

"Yes! I lack the equipment to support me. Although my skills are far better than my father’s, I can’t display them at all, so I remain silent. Master, if you regard this as my disloyalty to you, please punish me as you wish." After saying that, Vanessa knelt down on her knees towards Duke.

Duke is really in pain.

This is really not Vanessa’s fault, because physical professionals rely most on weapons. Between a rookie with a magic weapon and an old bird with a blank funny weapon, who has a higher attack?

If we ignore the factors of self-destruction and just look at the attack power, the rookie beats the veteran a hundred times!

Besides, when Duke cleaned up Karazhan in the early years, all the equipment was given to her father Edwin VanCleef. Although the epic equipment of Azeroth does not need to be distributed on the spot, the problem is that once it is upgraded to epic level, it will be soul-bound and cannot be transferred at all.

Considering that too much close combat against Archimonde would easily cause Air Explosion to harm Old Bull Cairne, Duke didn’t let Edwin come at all.

This is really a bit dramatic.

Duke sighed, "Okay, get up! I never intended to blame you for this."

Vanessa got up quickly with a smile of victory on her face: "Okay, my dear master. From today on, I can be anyone to you - your most loyal maid, the dagger you place in the dark..."

At this point, Vanessa suddenly changed the subject: "Or maybe it’s your most discerning eyes and ears. Oh, I’ll go open the door. Your spoils should be delivered to your door."

The spoils?

Home delivery?

Is there SF Express in Azeroth?

Duke was confused.

Vanessa’s upper body did not move, but her lower body seemed to be sprinting, and she "floated" out of the room at high speed.

What the hell is this?

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The Mage Tower is not only the Mage’s lair, but also the place where the Mage conducts experiments, so soundproofing magic is a must. Thanks to the Mage Tower’s good soundproofing, the noise outside all night long cannot affect this place at all.

Duke found himself tired too.

I fought with Archimonde for most of the day today, then got attacked myself. After waking up, I had to adjust my body, and then there was the meeting to divide the spoils. Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

It’s time to rest.

Looking at the empty, simple room with no extra furniture except a cabinet, a floor-to-ceiling mirror, a small table and a bed, Duke suddenly felt that this guest room was terrible.

"Well! Forget it, let’s go to sleep."

Duke had just fallen asleep when he felt the fluctuations of magic transmission, and was so scared that he jumped up.

What the hell is this?

A second later, a slim female figure appeared in front of Duke.

"Jaina!?"

Why?

Jaina suddenly appeared in front of her bed in the middle of the night wearing a pink robe similar to the Quicksand Robe...

Duke stared at the alluring body that was vaguely visible through the one-piece gauze nightgown with a transparency of over 50%, and his eyes widened, and his lips and tongue felt dry.

Duke asked a little stupidly, "Why are you here?"

"Why?" Jaina chuckled. "Duke, this is my wizard tower, this is my bedroom. Do I need a special reason to be here?"

Duke slapped his forehead - God, I’ve been making too many staffs with my left hand recently, I’ve really become mentally retarded. The Mage Tower is so expensive that if it doesn’t expand a bit, the additional investment in defense and function will be astronomical.

Especially since Theramore was newly built, and with Duke’s life in danger, it was impossible for the Mage Tower to have a vacant room that was both safe and would not affect the extra guest rooms outside.

Only Jaina’s bedroom could be of this level!

But...even if simplicity is beauty, isn’t Jaina, the Queen of Kul Tiras, too plain?

Smart Jaina easily saw Duke’s doubts: "Why, I remember you didn’t like luxury. Is there something wrong with my bedroom being so simple?"

"No... no problem."

Seeing Duke’s eyes flickering, she quickly got out of bed. Jaina took the quilt that Duke had just covered with, covered herself with it, lay down on her side, and fell asleep with her back to Duke.

Duke was a little confused. He didn’t know what Jaina was doing.

The air fell into a strange silence.

Suddenly, Jaina’s faint sigh came from the dim room: "Ah——"

The voice was so mournful that Duke felt as if his heart was broken.

Jaina’s clear and soft voice sounded: "Thirteen years ago, there was a little princess who was told by her father that she would marry the greatest hero of the time, but for the time being she could only stay by the hero’s side as his disciple. She came to a strange place with aspirations, learning everything she thought she should learn."

"As time went by, the little princess grew up. She soon discovered that the man who was supposed to be her husband did not love her. He even had a faint dislike and avoidance for her. She did not know what she had done wrong. However, she thought that since this was her unchangeable fate, if she did not want to spend the rest of her life in tragedy, she had to learn to change herself and become the one he liked."

"The little princess’s efforts were ineffective. Every time they met, she felt that there was an invisible wall between her and the man who would theoretically become her husband. She could only sigh at the invisible wall day after day."

"Suddenly one day, the hero disappeared from the face of the world in order to protect the world. And the princess who had grown up became his nominal widow."

"Ten years later, he appeared again when the world was in danger of destruction. He led a group of heroes to defeat the evil demon commander. Not only did he avenge her, but he also became a hero in the eyes of the world again. But the princess, who was no longer young, no longer had the qualifications to stand by his side. Perhaps it was because he really hated her. Or perhaps it was because human women could never maintain their beauty for thousands of years like the elves who had a lifespan of tens of thousands of years."

Having said this, Jaina’s sad voice came to an abrupt end.

The air fell into deathly silence.

After a long while, Jaina turned around. In the flickering firelight, there were clear traces of tears: "Duke, I don’t know if the recent improvement in my relationship with you is just my illusion. If so, please tell me why you hate me, and then the State Guesthouse is 100 yards left from the exit of the Mage Tower. If not..."

Before Jaina could finish her words, her mouth was sealed.

After a few seconds, Duke smiled, both for himself and for Jaina.

Fate has completely changed. He forced the terrible Jaina from the previous life onto the Jaina in this life who was willing to be buried with him. This is simply stupid and blasphemous.

Looking at Jaina who was almost crazy with joy, Duke smiled evilly: "Come, let Teacher Duke teach you what the flow of magic power!"

Jaina didn’t understand.

But she was a very studious and smart student. When she saw Duke using his fingers infused with golden holy light to seriously draw the three very hieroglyphic characters in the dark air, Jaina understood it immediately.

Unspeakable shyness surged out from the depths of her soul, igniting every inch of skin in her beautiful body, making every cell in her body excited because of the anticipation for the unknown.

Slowly turning over her body, Jaina used her graceful posture to create a symbol with the unique style of the Queen of Kul Tiras.

Jaina turned around with a blushing face and smiled. She should have been cunning, but she pretended to be cute and innocent. "Duke, is that so? Is my training posture correct? If not, please correct me."

Duke looked at the perfect curve, swallowed his saliva, and while helping to correct it, he said: "This is wrong, the legs need to be spread a little more, and then this should be raised a little, so as not to block the view."

"Then what?"

"Don’t move. Why are you shaking?" Duke asked knowingly.

"Isn’t it because you, Teacher... are interfering with the operation of my... magic circuits!?"

"That won’t do. You are practicing frost magic, so you must keep a calm mind at all times."

Jaina rolled her eyes at Duke and let him do whatever he wanted. Counting it all, she had been waiting for fifteen years! The most beautiful fifteen years of a woman’s life were spent in loneliness and waiting, and she almost missed the shelf life of her youth. The only thing to be thankful for was that she could finally give this treasure away before she turned thirty!

Jaina silently followed her heart, without any deliberateness or affectation.

When the magic circuit from Duke finally connected with hers, she cried, she laughed, she let go of all her schemes, she didn’t think about anything, she just enjoyed and endured this storm that she thought would never come and was thirteen years late.

During that long night, the master and apprentice performed many magic experiments.

For example, the physical study of frictional heat generation.

For example, the experiment of magic flow in M ​​posture.

It was not until the end of the long night that Jaina fell asleep with tears on her face and exhausted.

The dawn is breaking.

Duke found that Jaina woke up early in the morning and stared at him strangely.

"What are you thinking about?" Duke smiled, a little curious.

Jaina’s white jade fingers fumbled around Duke’s chest, "I wonder how long this kind of life can last. Alas! Elves are so good, we don’t have to worry about aging. Human life is too short. Although it is beautiful because of its brevity, I feel a little desperate when I think about using my remaining youth to compete for favor with those heaven-defying beings who will not grow old for tens of thousands of years!"

A wave of guilt washed over Duke.

"Jaina!"

"Um?"

"Promise to keep it a secret!"

"I swear I won’t reveal any secrets about you!" As smart as Jaina is, she subconsciously feels that Duke is going to bring out something good, but she just doesn’t know what it is?

"Actually... I saved the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza. Her Majesty the Queen gave me a little gift as a thank you. Well, it’s the same as the night elves before, the eternal kind..."

Duke was vague.

How could someone as smart as Jaina not know this?

Jaina’s expression is wonderful.

Before Duke traveled through time, there was never a shortage of women who spent half a month’s salary or more on cosmetics every month.

If she buys less cosmetics in a certain month, she will eat whatever the dog eats.

If you buy too much, she will eat whatever the dog eats.

If it comes to Double Eleven or something like that, you may have to prepare to eat dog food that month.

Duke still underestimated how destructive immortality and eternal youth could be to a beautiful, beauty-loving, and soon-to-be-old woman.

Next, Jaina told him that she was also a fire mage, and her ultimate move was Fire of Passion! Regardless of her injured body from the experiment last night, Jaina did a great job in one go, unlocking almost all the postures, and then the two of them did experiments until noon.

noon...

Sylvanas looked at Jaina, who was hiding in the quilt with only two clear and shy eyes showing, and did not dare to say a word, and then looked at Duke, who was embarrassed.

"Wow, Duke, you are really good..."

"This...I..."

"Do you think Jaina would dare to snatch you away without my permission?" Sylvanas sat on the wardrobe, her long legs swaying. "I knew you couldn’t let go of this relationship. I reluctantly agreed because she was willing to die for you. Duke, I’m not a jealous woman, but you have to know when to stop."

"Uh, I see. I..."

Just as Duke was about to say something, Vanessa knocked on the door: "Master, ms. Tyrande Whisperwind requests to see you."

Duke was a bit strange, because he could become a shadow priest, and in order to avoid suspicion, he had actually handed over the power of commander. After a brief discussion, Turalyon is now the supreme commander of the Alliance in Kalimdor.

This can be regarded as a great example of the older Mograine making way for the middle-aged Turalyon.

If the purpose was to encircle and suppress the Burning Legion entrenched in places like Felwood, Tyrande should have looked for Turalyon, not him.

"Please ask her to wait in the meeting room."

"No, ask her to come to my mage tower. After all, the relationship between the night elves and the Alliance is not particularly stable now." Jaina became more cautious.

"You..." Duke couldn’t help but look down.

"Help me heal myself!" Jaina glared at Duke fiercely.

Fifteen minutes later, Duke, dressed in formal attire, and the two queens came to the lower level of the Mage Tower and met Tyrande, who was a little anxious.

"Welcome to Theramore, may I ask what may I do for you, Lord Whisperwind?"

Tyrande’s delicate face was filled with deep fatigue. The destruction of hundreds of thousands of troops, the bombing of Mount Hyjal, the elimination of the remnants of the Burning Legion, the resettlement of refugees, the disappearance of the dragon’s blessing due to the destruction of the World Tree, and the night elves’ no longer being immortal and youthful, all these major events weighed heavily on her slender shoulders, almost suffocating her.

The joy of victory that could still be seen in the top leaders of the Alliance was almost gone from her face. After all, the Alliance was only worried about pensions, while she was worried about the future of the entire night elf race.

"I came here this time to ask the great wizard Edmund Duke for advice..." Tyrande said halfway, her face suddenly changed: "Wait, where is your element?"

Duke smiled bitterly. "I’m sorry. At the last moment when I was trying to kill Archimonde, I was cursed by the Demon Commander. I managed to change the nature of the dark power he injected into my body, but I’m afraid I can only be a priest for the time being."