Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 815: Actor

Chapter 815: Actor

Kil’jaeden was a busy boss and didn’t have time to beat around the bush with Duke. Duke was one of his own, so he got straight to the point: "I’m here to give you a mission. Go to a planet called Azeroth and open a portal for the Legion that can accommodate the entire Legion. Once you complete it, not only will your soul be bound to the Twisting Nether, you can also choose one of my collections as your heirloom."

When Duke heard this, he was so happy that his heart almost flew out of his chest.

Damn, I finally confirmed that Nozdormu didn’t send him to the wrong time. It was indeed the eve of the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, and if I didn’t make a mistake in my calculations, I might have taken the place of that idiot Mannoroth...

Although he was happy, Duke showed another characteristic: "I will complete the task! I just have one small problem..."

"You ask, but I may not answer." Kil’jaeden showed enough arrogance.

"I want to ask, sir, whether your reward will be given to you the moment I open the portal." Duke rubbed his hands, his face full of eagerness, like the most greedy goblin.

This time, Duke’s eagerness wasn’t fake.

According to normal history, it would take at least ten years before we have the chance to overthrow Kil’jaeden and rob him!

I didn’t expect that I would have the chance to get Dandan’s collection in advance. It would be strange if Duke was not excited.

Kil’jaeden was greatly impressed by his undisguised greed. "Haha! The Burning Legion never hesitates to reward its meritorious officials. As long as the portal you open is large enough and stable enough, and the main force of the Burning Legion’s first fleet enters Azeroth, how about I reward you with three treasures?"

"Then, is it a deal?"

Kil’jaeden seemed to be quite satisfied with this meeting. He waved his hand, raising a gust of scorching wind in the room. If the dark power surrounding Duke had been a little weaker, Duke would have been a charred corpse by now.

"You have my promise. Go down and rest first. You also need to adapt to the surge of power in your body. My adjutant will tell you the details tomorrow."

Duke bowed deeply to Dandan, the boy who gave away money, and left.

Almost at the moment Duke retreated, the figures of the Eredar Twins appeared on two platforms suspended in mid-air.

"What do you think?" Kil’jaeden smiled wryly, and every breath he took was pulsating with a huge amount of flames.

"Smart, sharp, ruthless, insightful, and scheming. If he were from the Eredar clan, he would definitely be an excellent demon." Oreses spoke first.

"One thing you need to pay attention to is that he is very greedy. I feel that he has an almost twisted obsession with top-quality equipment. Hehehe!" Queen Sarolas chuckled pleasantly.

"Not only that, even though he concealed it very well and never dared to look us sisters in the face, I am sure that he wanted to enslave us sisters!" Oreses also laughed softly.

"Haha! Hahahaha!" Kil’jaeden laughed wildly. His laughter was so loud and so terrifying that it shattered the decorations in the hall and the stone pillars hanging from the top of the hall. They fell into the lava pool with a crackling sound, splashing high lava foam.

The Eredar twins bowed at the same time, with faint charming smiles on their faces.

"Those inferior races that perished in our hands all called us demons! Since we are demons, what’s wrong with greed? What’s wrong with destruction? What’s wrong with trying to occupy everything in the world? Remember—desire is never wrong. The only mistake is that you don’t have enough power to satisfy your desires! Hahahaha!"

The twins lowered their heads even lower.

They have already determined that their master has a favorable impression of Wujiandao, a new lord from an inferior race.

However, as a demon commander who is good at conspiracy, Kil’jaeden never hesitates to give generous rewards, as long as you can complete his extremely demanding requirements...

Besides, how could the devil put all his eggs in one basket?

Over there, exit from the audience room.

Under the guidance of a succubus, Duke first rejected the succubus’s invitation to spend a wonderful night together, and then went straight back to the suite arranged for him.

In the living room full of sci-fi atmosphere, he saw the anxious Grom Hellscream.

"Infernal Affairs... Master!" Although he knew that it was just an act, Grom, who had never been a qualified actor, called the ’Master’ in an extremely obscure way.

Duke said with a cold face, "Shrimp! I know you never submit to me! You don’t acknowledge me as your master! It doesn’t matter, I will make you kneel down under my power with sincerity one day! No matter what you want to ask, I don’t have the time to answer you - I have received a mission from Lord Kil’jaeden, one of the supreme commanders of the Burning Legion, to go to Azeroth. If you have any questions, let’s talk about it when we get to Azeroth."

Duke then left with a flick of his sleeves. He pressed the ball button on the door with his left hand, and the glass ball emitted a green light. Then the bedroom door opened, and Duke strode in.

Before the door closed, Duke said, "I’m going to rest now. Please don’t disturb me until Kil’jaeden’s lieutenant arrives."

The door closed, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

Grom was left feeling lost and thoughtful, standing in the middle of the hall, seemingly in a daze, but in fact his heart was already filled with turmoil.

Return to Azeroth?

Is there someone monitoring this place?

But doesn’t this mean that... Duke is okay?

He is actually okay! ?

I have gone crazy after being contaminated by a little diluted demon blood, but he has absorbed such a huge amount of evil energy and still maintained his self?

Grom stood there, stroking his left chest with his right hand, listening to his own heartbeat and savoring the bitterness lingering between his lips. Suddenly, he raised his head forty-five degrees and stared at the twisting void outside the porthole.

He murmured in his throat, "It feels so bad to be unable to repay a favor!"

Grom is no longer young, although in the eyes of his compatriots, he is a great hero whose name is engraved on the newly erected Heroes Monument in Orgrimmar, a living legend.

Only he himself felt that he was not worthy of the title of ’great hero’ as he had set a wrong example and encouraged everyone to drink the devil’s blood.

Recalling the fight against Mannoroth, he survived thanks to Duke’s rescue. After that day, he had a very mysterious feeling that he had not only escaped a curse destined for tragedy, but also seemed to have broken the noose of fate.

It was a vague and ambiguous perception of fate.

But his intuition, which had never been wrong in his life, told him that this was correct.