Stormwind God

"Woohoo!" A big dragon with a mouth full of fierce teeth gave out a low, mournful cry like a small animal. This scene is really going against and against.

Looking over there and thinking "I have no face to see other fellow members, shame! Shame!" Or something, while obediently descending from the black dragon from the sky, the tribal chieftains tangled.

If they did not clearly see Duke sitting on the seat on the back of the dragon, Duke was also holding a long dark blue reins, and the mark of the alliance and the Marcus family was also placed on the chest of the black dragon. It is estimated that They will turn around and run.

Even so, when other troll warriors watched such a behemoth beating away the dust and stones, and looked at them with her fierce and expressive golden yellow pupils, they couldn't help but clenched their hands. arms.

Here, Grom actually wanted to run, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was ashamed.

Looking at Duke jumping from the black dragon's back, Ye Hao's rough blue mouth with fangs squirmed for a long time, after all, he looked directly into Duke's eyes: "It seems ... I owe you another life .If you are an orc, you have gained my life and loyalty. "

Duke shrugged. "Unfortunately I am not."

Vol'jin quickly interrupted: "Did you know that Nefarian was in the Blackwing's Nest?"

Woking didn't want to raise this kind of questioning, but Grom thought he owed too much to Duke. If a veteran strongman such as Grom came up with a major event that straddled race and camp to rely on humans, it would be very very troublesome.

Even as wise as Woking, the only way he could think of was to interrupt.

Duke turned to look at Woking, and sighed, "I know that Red * Blackhand is standing behind the black dragon king Nefarian, but based on what I know about Nefarian and Onyxia's testimony, I don't think he would be disdainful of any existence unless he hits Nefarian in front of the highest throne in the Blackwing's Nest. "

Vol'jin suddenly got stuck and couldn't say anything later.

At this time, Grom still stretched out on the stretcher: "Enough! Vol'jin! I know my identity and mission on my shoulders. No matter what happens, the black hand brothers betrayed the tribe is still an iron fact. And the Alliance uses the Horde to contain Nefarian, isn't our Horde using the Alliance to fight Ragnaros the same way? "

Grom's bright and clear words made Woking's neck stuck, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and finally could only sigh long and quietly.

Grom seemed to have his teeth decayed because of the pain, and said, "The tribe needs the power of the alliance, and the alliance also needs the tribe. This time, be sure to help the tribe. The tribe will be rewarded! As for me, as long as the big event I wo n’t frown, even if I burn my soul to the ground. "

Man, big husband, one spitting one nail.

Regarding Grom's request, even if Duke had a budget in mind, he was still moved.

Duke smiled and gently stretched out his hand, holding it with Grom's huge, scarred hand: "Welcome to join the Alliance and Horde Alliance again."

At this moment, both Woking and Kane were clearly relieved.

In any case, with the support of the alliance, at least the situation will not collapse.

At this time, Woking finally asked a question he had always wanted to ask but had no chance to ask: "Duke, is this black dragon behind you ... the previous Onyxia?"

In fact, not only are the heroes of the tribe tangled, the alliance side is also very annoying.

For the first time, Deathwing pretended to be Lord Presto and almost became King Alterac.

The second time was Onyxia's incarnation, Countess Katrana, who nearly stole the supreme power of the Stormwind Kingdom.

In addition to the powerful fighting power of the Black Dragons, the second label that the world has been given is insidious and cunning.

However, it is such a powerful and insidious black dragon, and her royal highness princess, is now tied to the reins, holding Duke's palm, quietly behind Duke as a background board. This is incredible!

"Well! She will not rebel now. It is my exclusive mount for the time being."

"Sit ... ride?" Wolk, Grom, Kane, and Warlock, all of the tribe's big men, were leaping wildly.

In the hard-pressed tribe, only the chief is qualified to get a two-footed dragon to serve as a mount.

All right!

People are more deadly than popularity!

Throw the goods!

His mount is a dragon, and Duke's mount is a dragon.

But even if the two-legged dragon is a so-called flying dragon with a ‘dragon’ character, can it be compared to Duke ’s mount?

As a tribe who once had a red dragon mount, the orcs of the older generation knew how big the power gap was.

Being able to ride a thousand-year-old adult dragon is already awesome.

No one ever thought of riding an ancient dragon.

Not to mention the black dragon princess who is in the demigod and is rooted in Miao Hong?

The kind of horror that dislocated the chin was written on the faces of the tribe's big men, and their wide mouths were stuffed with an ostrich egg, without any difficulty.

At this time, a terrible Long Wei rose behind Duke.

"Duke! You bastard! When did this princess admit that you are my master !? Don't be affectionate! I just deceived you and took the opportunity to heal yourself. Take this opportunity to raise the counter ... Wow! "The declaration of the rebellion of Princess Black Dragon has not finished yet. A giant arcane energy palm that seems to be lowered by the **** of heaven, directly descends from the sky, presses and holds Onyxia's dragon's head, and puts a dragon's mouth on the ground.

For a moment, Woking felt that Onyxia was actually trying to resist. Obviously she could just have an equal split with Varastaz, and she could escape the spitting dragon's breath, but in front of Duke, she somehow had awe, and her reaction and movement were obviously slow. .

As a result of hesitation, her huge dragon head was held down by the magical hand and kept rubbing on the ground.

"Bastard master! You will regret it! You will regret it!" Onyxia seemed to be struggling uncontrollably, without even noticing that his title to Duke had changed.

"Hi! You did n’t hit the house for three days, and you really want to go against it? Today, I want you to taste the taming dragon whip." Duke raised his hand to a special nine-tailed whip.

It's hard to imagine that when a **** dragon saw a small nine-tailed whip with each fine whip less than half a meter long, it showed a timid expression.

"Don't hit me! Sorry! Master Duke, I'm sorry I was wrong." The large black dragon made a small animal-like whine.