Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 559: Gavinrad

"By the way, Duke, you have quite a lot of troops in your base camp, so why can't you take the second floor?" Passing through the ballroom on the second floor of Karazhan that was used to receive guests, Alleria questioned Khadgar, the butler that Duke had arranged in Karazhan.

It's not Alleria's fault, other team members have the same question.

There are more than a hundred people in the team, and it seems that any one of them can easily defeat a team of royal knights.

Khadgar, a ghost butler whose strength is unknown.

There is also a mysterious golem named 'The Curator'.

It looks very strong no matter how you look at it.

Khadgar's face suddenly showed a resentful expression: "Those demons! Those damn demons! We can't resist them at all! The Curator is too big to get in. Uh... this has nothing to do with combat power, it's just... just...! They bullied me!"

After saying this, Khadgar burst into tears without any backbone. The accompanying Heroic Warriors also had strange expressions on their faces.

They stayed on the second floor and refused to move.

A heroic spirit said: "Master, we can't resist those demons, but with the ladies of Windrunner here, it shouldn't be a problem."

"What is it?" Vereesa answered with great curiosity.

Duke's memory was a little fuzzy as he had not been back for so long. However, when he went up the stairs and heard a frivolous yet seductive female voice coming from the corridor in front of him, his long-forgotten memories were activated again.

Damn it! No wonder that little bastard Khadgar failed miserably...

"Why isn't Khadgar coming?"

"That's when things just got interesting last time."

"well!"

"It always ends so quickly!"

"A ghost wizard... well, the process itself is quite interesting."

Looking at the frivolous female servant in scantily clad clothes not far in front of the reception room, Duke, thinking of Khadgar's escape just now, several men laughed shamelessly.

Duke was speechless, holding his forehead, and didn't want to say anything.

"Wow!" Gavinrad whistled, "I like this, but it's a pity..."

yes!

What a pity!

The waitresses in front are extremely pretty, with round breasts, perky butts, long white legs, and everything they should have, absolutely in line with normal male visual senses. The seductive sluts can attract men's attention wherever they are, if they are not succubi...

At this moment, the three Windrunner sisters surrounded Duke aggressively.

Alleria's eyes flickered. "Fortunately, I have been by your side for the past year or so, otherwise I would have doubted your taste."

This time, Vereesa did not compromise: "Humph! If you bring a guy like this into the house, my sister and I will leave immediately."

Duke surrendered: "Please, this is Karazhan, a connection point for countless voids. It's not surprising to see any kind of guy. Leave this kind of woman to Gavinrad!"

Gavinrad protested on the spot: "Hey, hey! I am the first generation Paladin after all! I have a noble character and sentiment, and only women who also radiate holy light can move my heart. Oh, they must have a good figure. I don't want beautiful women who don't meet the golden ratio."

"Haha!" Duke smiled shamelessly and mysteriously.

Alleria raised the hunting bow in her hand, as if to indicate something: "Then Duke, do you have any objection if I destroy these beautiful vases?"

"How could there be any objection?"

Succubus has great lethality to every male. Men always find it hard to resist when facing charm skills. It seems that Khadgar's moral integrity has been lost here and cannot be recovered.

But Duke didn't understand, why didn't Khadgar kill him?

The three Windrunner sisters practiced the 'Lying Corpse Archery'. After a series of "swish" sounds from the bowstrings, Gavinrad looked at them with regret as those balls, butts and long white legs all turned into flames and disappeared from his sight.

Everyone continued to move forward along the corridor, and after clearing out the phantom guards in two rooms, a majestic female voice suddenly rang out.

"Intruders! Your behavior is unforgivable!"

"Impure thoughts lead to profane deeds. You must be purified—"

"Come on, let me, the Saint of Chastity, be your opponent!"

Muradin and Edwin, who were in the lead, were both stunned.

The next second, the bastard dwarf pointed to the front without any scruples and said, "Here, Gavinrad, your favorite 'woman radiating holy light' is here. Do you want to have some conversation with her?"

Just one look and Gavinrad felt sick!

Shit! What the hell is that?

It is true that holy light emanates from your whole body.

The golden ratio of the body is correct.

Women are also right?

A chaste saint!

but...

Why the hell are you a 10-meter-tall stone giantess!?

What about the fun and flirting you promised us?

Gavinrad, who always claimed to be a romantic and dashing man, was petrified. A gust of wind blew, and everyone seemed to see Gavinrad's soul dissipated with the wind.

The giantess was very tall and lived in a huge hall at the end of the corridor. The thick pillars in the middle of the hall seemed to have some mysterious power that prevented the giantess from coming out.

"What's going on?" Everyone turned their eyes to Duke.

Duke shrugged. "I can't help it. The demon army is about to attack. I have to eliminate all the unstable factors in Karazhan. Although I feel a little sorry for Gavinrad's girlfriend, I can only ask her to destroy it."

"Hey, hey! Who is my girlfriend? Don't think you can say whatever you want just because you are my boss! You have a princess as your backup fiancée, but I am still single!"

Gavinrad's threatening roar was ignored.

Duke commanded: "Everyone, spread out. Since the enemy is a holy type, they may have a group killing skill like Devotion that can penetrate holy light into the ground."

O Virgin of Virginity!

This is a wooden boss that you can defeat with your eyes closed.

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

With one call, everyone rushed forward, sharpening their knives to attack the boss.

The accident happened again.

"Are you... the messenger of Holy Light?" Without any reaction to the shield strike from Muradin hitting her calf, the Saint of Chastity knelt on one knee and stared at Gavinrad with eyes sparkling with golden light.

"Huh!?" Gavinrad's face was filled with confusion.

Tirion Fordring raised his tall two-handed hammer and said, "Yes! He and I both inherited the Holy Light and are the first generation of Paladins of Azeroth."

The Saint of Chastity nodded and said, "I am so glad that I can meet companions who believe in the same divine power in different worlds. It seems that you are not my enemies. My name is Jenna Christine. What is your name?"

Gavinrad, whose mind was in a mess, answered almost subconsciously: "Gavinrad the Dire."

Looking at the extremely harmonious conversation between the boss and the questioner, Muradin turned around and said, "Gavinrad, you still dare to say she is not your girlfriend?"