Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 568: Respect+

Soldiers who have experienced a life of war understand best the value of delicious food.

The hardships of the march are something that outsiders cannot understand.

If you are walking in a densely forested area, you can shoot some prey if you have enough energy. But when you march to places like the Burning Plains and the Cursed Land, the experience is simply too horrible.

It's not that there is no prey, but would you dare to eat those monsters that have been corroded by dark energy after beating them?

Besides, barbecue can never be as delicious as Duke's roasted whole beef.

What else can be done in war?

It's good enough to be alive. Didn't you see that even the crown prince of Kul Tiras died? Except for the group of mages raised in Dalaran who can't sleep well, can't eat well, and won't work if their babies are not happy, the entire Alliance, from soldiers to generals, don't have so many requirements.

But this doesn't mean that they have no demand for delicious food!

The king and the nobles would bring some spices privately. Well, it was something that came from Duke. When the war was at its most intense, the saying "golden plants" was circulated in the alliance. It was said that Duke's spices were more expensive than gold.

Of course it's not that Duke sells it so expensively, it's the unscrupulous businessmen who drive up the prices.

The big guys in the alliance naturally have Duke's direct supply, but the nobles below are not so lucky.

This is where Duke is smart. Others who profit from war are criticized by thousands of people, but Duke who profit from war cannot be complained. Because Duke is absolutely selfless and never skimps on military equipment. But food and spices are not necessities, right? This thing is a luxury, right?

Well, those unscrupulous businessmen mentioned above are secretly Duke's people.

You don't have to buy it, no one forces you to buy it.

It's just that others eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, while you can only chew tasteless white bread. So don't blame other nobles for looking down on you.

Faced with spices that were driven up to sky-high prices by unscrupulous merchants, the nobles would pay for them with tears in their eyes.

After a great battle against the orcs, the nobles' pockets were emptied, with the exception of Duke.

Duke himself didn't know how much money he had. After 10 million, Duke stopped counting.

Well, let's set a small goal. Before Ner'zhul arrives...

Make 100 million from him first!

At this time, because Karazhan isolated part of the space, there was no cold wind blowing in, which made it a very pleasant thing. A group of heroes were in the ice and snow, eating barbecue, drinking wine, and watching a few beauties eating ice cream.

In fact, Duke's ice cream is not that great. According to his standards, it is only about 60% of the original. The milk is rich enough, the red bean taste is also good, and the added sugar is a little not fine, but it is okay.

The biggest difference is the smoothness of the ice cream.

The enjoyment of top-quality ice cream cannot be compared with copycat handmade products like Duke's.

However, ladies don't know this!

They only know that the white snow that they see so often can be turned into a delicacy after some condensation.

The top beauties in Azeroth stretched out their tender little tongues and licked the ice cream without any instruction. It was a truly pleasing scene.

Along with the white half-melted ice cream, the tempting little tongue vaguely moved between their bright red lips.

Because even Alexstrasza's human form was based on the template of the high elves, so what everyone saw were four elven beauties squinting their narrow and charming phoenix eyes, stretching their eyebrows that were longer than humans, and enjoying this delicacy.

If one didn't know that this had nothing to do with ambiguity, anyone would mistakenly think that this was some kind of temptation or an invitation.

The men were not too keen on the ice cream. They acknowledged it was delicious, but they were more interested in the roast beef.

Muradin and the two paladins were eating meat and drinking, while Benedictus chatted with Tirion from time to time.

Edwin and Rhonin were both under Duke's command, so they tactfully walked aside and started chatting. freewebnøvel.com

Only Duke, the three Windrunner sisters and the Red Dragon Queen were left together.

Duke doesn't have so many concerns. He has to maintain a good relationship with the Dragonflight's golden thigh, two women in his own family, and Sylvanas, who is both his elder sister-in-law and his younger sister-in-law.

Duke is just fine.

Unlike Alexstrasza, the foodie, Alleria seemed to be a little resentful of Duke for not bringing out such delicious food earlier.

Alleria gave in to the queen when it came to food, but she choked the queen with one sentence: "It's okay, Your Majesty, just eat more. Anyway, I'm with Duke, and we sisters can just ask Duke to cook it when we need it."

The queen's eyes were sad.

Vereesa ignored all of them. Seeing Duke looking at her, Vereesa returned a slightly seductive look, seemingly calm but actually charming, and then gently licked the ice cream on her tempting red lips. She narrowed her eyes slightly and began to concentrate on letting the ice cream in her mouth melt bit by bit.

Sylvanas was extremely conflicted. She looked at Duke, the little man who was both her brother-in-law and her younger brother-in-law. He was not particularly good at fighting, but he always caused earth-shattering events every time.

It wasn't enough that he led the entire alliance at the age of seventeen and won one victory after another.

Not long after killing Neltharion, he came and killed a big demon with the help of the Red Dragon Queen.

If I really want to choose a man who is no less capable than Duke, I really can't find one.

However, Sylvanas, the most rebellious of the Windrunner sisters, was disdainful of her third sister's private suggestion that she also be with Duke.

Humph! I'd rather be single than settle for anything else. Uh, this Ha-something ice cream is really delicious.

On the other side, the queen has turned her sorrow into appetite.

Or maybe her taste buds had been damaged by ten thousand years of bad raw meat and tasteless barbecue.

She was already overjoyed the last time she secretly went to Lordaeron, and now that she was eating this delicacy, she was so happy that she cried.

"Woo woo! It's so delicious! I've lived for more than 20,000 years, and this is the first time I've eaten something so delicious. Woo woo--"

Licking, sucking and licking, the queen actually learned the skill of eating ice cream at the master level.

Not only her superb ice cream-eating skills, but also the expression of enjoyment on her face, as if she was about to reach orgasm, made Duke feel strangely comfortable.

Perhaps, every chef hopes that his or her guests can truly enjoy the fruits of his or her labor.

This is not acting. Duke once read a comic called "Food Wars!", oh no, "Food Wars!!". In the comic, the women would feel numb all over their body after eating something delicious.

Duke thought it was exaggerated at the time and never expected that he would actually see it now.

This is not acting; the infatuated expressions of the beauties in front of me are the truest reflection of their mood.

Suddenly the system prompts: "Congratulations host, your Wyrmrest Temple reputation is now Worship!"