Stormwind God

In the attention of the tribal strongmen, the huge black dragon shrank rapidly. Under the action of the ultimate deformation, in just over a second, the black dragon was gone and replaced by a noble lady with a timid face. She clutched her skirt with her red bottom and black fringe skirt and legs tightly with her hands, her lower lip, and her beautiful face was full of pitiful expressions.

That's really my pity!

No one would have thought that a moment ago she was still a black dragon with a noisy nose.

If you hadn't witnessed all of this, anyone would think she was a furious little daughter-in-law, not a fierce black dragon.

Grom and other tribal leaders once again felt that their three views had been subverted.

The ancient Red Dragon, originally a camp of justice, has fallen into the minions of evil forces.

The black villain princess, who was originally an evil faction, has become a mount for human beings, chanting the name of evil but doing justice.

What a comic scent it really is?

Duke did not give them more room for imagination, and directly opened a portal: "Otherwise, you go back to Stormwind for a rest, and the alliance needs the power of the Horde strongmen."

Woking looked up: "Allow us to contact Chief Thrall."

"no problem."

The entire Black Rock Mountain is going to be smashed, and Nefarian apparently took great care to run it. In such a rich area of ​​fire elements, it is easier to exclude other elements. Nefarian is based on this to prevent other magical messages.

To others, it is really difficult to open a portal here.

But Black Rock is not the only site of Nefarian. Below his nest was Ragnaros' territory. Under the premise that multiple nodes of the Molten Heart were destroyed, Duke's teleportation became possible.

Suddenly returning from the fiery hell, breathing clean and clean air, Woking and Grom and others have a feeling of being like another world.

Duke greeted him, and the priests team of Stormwind Cathedral naturally ran out to treat them. There was even an elite thief sneaking into Blackrock Mountain to search and rescue the surviving orc warriors.

Orcs, trolls, and tauren are all relatively simple races. In this regard, several tribal bosses are grateful.

After setting them up, Duke turned his head and glanced at the trembling Black Dragon Princess behind him.

"Yo! I recovered a bit. Immediately I got up again!"

Obviously there is a decent guy in front of him. In the eyes of Onyxia, Duke is ten thousand times and 100 million times more scary than the Demon of the Burning Legion.

"You ... you ... what do you want? Tell you! I'm the grand black dragon princess Onyxia, let alone whatever else, I ... I just demand the corresponding status according to my strength ... Is this all wrong? "Onikea in human form, lips are trembling."

Duke chuckled, and of course fell into the eyes of a female dragon, and that was a sneer: "If there is no declaration of rebellion, I may still accept it. But on the premise of rebellion, it is unclean. You dare say, that For a moment you have no thought of rebellion. "

"No!" Onyxia answered for the first time, and immediately weakened a bit: "Probably ... no!"

"Come here!" Duke grabbed Onyxia's wrist, opened a portal, and dragged it directly back to the Dukes of Marcus in Stormwind.

When Duke dragged Onyxia to the portal at the Ducal Mansion, the mage and guards at the gate froze, then immediately bowed their heads deeply.

When the rushed housekeeper, Makaro, waved his hand, the servants and guards of the Duke's Mansion immediately withdrew from the rooms and corridors passing by Duke Road.

Onyxia was dragged away like a weak woman. She seemed to have forgotten that even in her humanoid state, she still had the power of a dragon that killed mortals. Duke's strength was so insignificant in her perception. As long as she applied hard, she could tear the seemingly weak human mage in front of her.

She knew very well what she would follow if she followed.

Proud of her, she was also very urged to break away from this bondage. During the period of being separated from Duke, she even secretly studied soul magic, and magical laymen like Turalyon could not monitor her at all.

She has found and got what she wants. It is a soul counter-magic from ancient times. As long as Duke doesn't hold her back in the first three seconds of her spell, she can directly attack Duke's soul, and then in Soul wins in a direct confrontation between soul and soul, and she can even control Duke's soul in turn.

By that time, all the humiliations and tortures she had suffered can be returned in one go.

Correct!

Just want a flaw! That opportunity!

However, at this moment, she bit her lip and was dragged away like a puppet.

Finally in the bedroom, Duke closed the door and threw her to the ground.

She knelt in horror.

She certainly knew that the level of magic protection here was far less than that of Duke's nest Karazhan.

She felt so many times that she could destroy Duke at any time. Every time she wanted to do it, she would think of the magic scene of Duke's "Resurrection" in Lover's Lake.

That is not simply immortality, but a magical power more similar to the retrospective of time!

If it is really the magic of time, for Onyxia, it is the real solution.

Failure had made her a little miniature, and she kept telling herself: I can't act lightly until I have the secret that he cannot be destroyed.

She didn't realize that it was her shrinking mentality, which made her lose her courage to resist Duke and continue to yield.

It's like an elephant in a Thai zoo.

Many tourists expressed their surprise at the fact that a seven or eight ton giant elephant would be chained by a thumb-sized iron chain. In fact, it was the elephants who experienced countless struggles with iron chains when they were young, and all failed miserably. As a result, when they grew up, they still subconsciously determined that they could not struggle with such chains.

As soon as Duke approached, Onyxia shrank subconsciously toward the wall, unconsciously, already knees against the corner, his chest and face were stuck to the cold wall.

It was not a whip that ushered in.

It was a gentle touch.

Du Kerou whispered: "Fool, in fact, when I mount, it is your ultimate salvation!"

In the spiritual realm, Duke once again introduced the system-processed video to Princess Black Dragon's mind. It was a real picture after a lot of post-processing by the system.

She saw her dragon head hanging on to the gates of Stormwind again and again, and she clearly saw the despair and the final encounter on her dragon's face.

"This is my final destiny on other timelines?"

A drop of tears fell down on Onyxia's glamorous face.