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Chapter 765: Candidates and Lovers

Although the name Halkan Skull Sclerer is not comparable to Grom Hellscream, whether it is his demonic power after his devilishness or his record of killing Manolos, he has firmly held the title of the strongest warrior of the tribe, and in the original historical trajectory, the former did die at the hands of the latter. However, for the human alliance country on the Lordaeron continent, this Bone Chewing Clan chief with both hands covered with human blood, his fierce power is not comparable to Grom who stayed in Drano, and is almost second only to the Beast leader Orgrim Hammer of Destruction.

In the Battle of Ultraman, Ive not only killed the chief of the Jig Bone Clan, but also forged his name as a fantasy mage through the defeat of orcs many times, which eventually led to a great defeat in the orc army. In a short period of time, it could no longer pose a threat to the Ultraman Mountains. The impact this has caused to Dalaran is undoubtedly sensational.

Although Antonidas, Crasus, and Kelthus Sun Crawler had proved themselves with their magical attainments on the battlefield, they still existed more as a strong combat power. The knights such as Terenas, Sir Lothar and Turayan were the ones who really led the legion. However, Ivey showed an extraordinary art of war through illusions, which even made him obtain the identity of Kenreto as a candidate for parliament, which surprised Kelthus, Modra and others.

"Avi, I have to say that the surprise you brought to Dalaran this time was far beyond my expectations. The dirty bloodthirsty beasts of the Chew Bone Clan were defeated like this, but you actually don't need to..."

Modra leaned against the windowsill, and the corners of her eyebrows showed a little worry. As a member of Kenry, she knew very well how great the threat was in the Orc Legion.

"Let a beautiful lady bear sorrow and sorrow is not a behavior that a noble should have.

Avi stretched out his left hand and gently smoothed Modra's eyebrows and continued to speak, "Also, we are mages, the exploration and control of truth and order, the wind spirit in the sky, the earth spirit in the earth spirit in the earth spirit in the wind, the water spirit in the lake, the fire spirit in the flames, everything in the whole world may be affected by arcane. Although the power of magic is still in the initial stage, it is not comparable to those orcs who are instinct based on their instinct."

Modra subconsciously felt surprised and dissatisfied with the sudden actions of the high elf in front of her, but was transformed into a certain uneasy and heat under the influence of some fluctuations. The subsequent words made her eyes emit a little light: "Yes, we are mages..."

Pride is generally divided into two types. The first type is called arrogance, which mostly comes from psychology. The ancient Chinese literati were like this to civilian military men or European medieval aristocrats. Although a literati looked down on military men, he would never think that he could win the other party in battle. He belonged to the type of "not as good as you, it does not prevent me from despising you", and came purely from the superiority of identity.

The second type is self-confidence and true pride for oneself. The great arcane masters of the Naiser era and the Oriental Xuanmen monks in the ancient times are representatives. They firmly believe that they are the best in all aspects, and it is normal to surpass those with other identities. Which aspect is inferior to other talents is worthy of surprise.

Perhaps the wizards of the Forgotten World and the Grey Eagle and other worlds have gradually cultivated true pride for themselves, but the new mages in Azeroth Dalaran City are undoubtedly more inclined to the first one, and their ideological constraints are very restrictive. However, Ivey's words have triggered Modra's almost pathological arrogance from the aristocratic identity through the identity of a mage. Although this looks very similar to the confidence of a second real mage, it is still the arrogance of a noble in essence.

If confidence is the ladder to success, then arrogance is undoubtedly the channel connected to destruction. Although there are many civilian apprentice mages in Dalaran, the proportion of nobles is undoubtedly still the vast majority. Once this arrogance infects the entire Dalaran, the final destruction will not be too far away.

"But since you said that, I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite Ms. Modra to dance with me?"

Avi smiled and said, "I looked at the face and neck of the woman in front of her, and then fell into the ditch between the two plump mass on her chest."

Women are undoubtedly one of the most complex animals in the world. They hate others' too explicit peeping, but they are even more dissatisfied with ignoring them. Moreover, women with different personalities have different eyes. Among them, the quiet and elegant women are suitable for clear and plain appreciation like lakes, while women like Modra want to see that direct enthusiasm.

As the incarnation of **, Ivy is naturally the best at how to arouse the most instinctive desire in a woman's heart. Her originally good mood, the pleasure that arises at this moment, and the favorable feeling for the man in front of her in her heart, and the desire triggered by the consciousness of **, is an impossible result.

As a medieval fantasy continent with multiple races, the variety of Azeroth dance steps is not comparable to that of the earth. The spiral dance of the higher elves, the moon dance and the starry sky dance are the three most popular among the Dalaran aristocratic class. Among them, the spiral dance and the starry sky dance are basically in various dinner parties, while the moon dance is closer to the veneer dance. Although there are also banquet dance types, most of them are dances that convey love between couples. At this moment, the soothing and melodious music of the moon dance music is played in the Selloras Manor.

Sometimes, reason is not as strong as imagined for people's binding force. All they need is an excuse to release the heart. Modra is the case now. Although she feels something is wrong, she still accepts Ive's invitation.

As the two lines gradually approached, Modra also understood that the two soft balls on her chest were squeezing on the chest of the man in front of her. The hand surrounding her waist was slowly sliding towards her buttocks, but the heat that kept heating in her body made her unable to say anything. When the other hand reached into the gap in the robe and rubbed her skin gently, a sense of pleasure spread throughout her body like an electric current. The warm breath in her ear made her intoxicated. As the dance continued, some water stains began to appear between her legs, but from the beginning to the end, neither of them spoke any words...


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