Stormwind God

While Duke smashed the platinum disc with one hand on the red dragon's forehead, the humanoid Nefarian sitting on the top throne of the Black Stone Tower was pierced as if the fart had jumped.

He could clearly feel that he had lost his soul control over the fallen red dragon. It wasn't disconnected because of the death of the opponent, but a force with stronger power and higher authority stole control from him.

This is a slap in the face!

He knows what's going on

He professes the King of Black Dragons, the supreme master of all Black Dragons, but is now defeated by the power of his father's remnants in the world.

Even if Duke was suspected of trickery, he still had a devastating blow to his confidence and pride.

There was a blush and a blush on his face, and the bulging face was covered with dark clouds.

Suddenly, a seductive and sinister voice unintentionally broke into Nefarian's spiritual world.

"Well, it seems you need help?"

"No! There's nothing for you here! Enzos." Nefarian was firm: "I remember very well, I didn't call you!"

"Hey! I'm just reminding you that Onyxia, which you regard as a sacrifice, is not in your lair." Enzos sneered.

"But Duke is here!" Nefarian defended himself.

"Oh! I hope your toy can pack this legendary human!" Enzos said without comment.

Nefarian blushed, his fists trembling.

On the other hand, when the fallen Red Dragon ushered in a result he had never imagined, Duke even miraculously snatched his ownership from Nefarian.

"This ... this ... this is ..." The violent dark forces that had let him fall faded into him at high speed.

His power to transcend his own limits came at the cost of burning his life and soul.

At the same time that the power of darkness subsided, the fanaticism and numbness replaced the unimaginable three layers of pain in the body, spirit, and soul. The sudden shock of terror was enough to destroy the intellect of most living beings.

As a strong man who still maintained a considerable degree of reason in the deepest and deepest fall, Varastaz's willpower was undoubtedly shocking.

However, no matter how big his heart was, he could not imagine that he still had time to escape the abyss.

Long's face was full of shock and puzzlement.

Feeling that the dragon at his feet stopped struggling and convulsions, Duke exclaimed: "Relax your will, don't resist, recognize me as the main, otherwise Nefarian will have a chance to regain your control."

Although I don't understand how Duke did it, with Duke's relationship with his queen, how can obedience Duke be a million times better than obeying the evil black king!

Varastaz immediately followed suit, allowing Duke's will to invade his soul and turn his spiritual world upside down.

He could clearly feel that those slave marks imprinted with the deepest shame in his soul were rewritten. Changed from a rampant black dragon head to a blue whirlwind.

It was impossible for him to know that this was a coincidence for Duke. Duke first used the Nexario scales in [Soul of the Dragon] to simulate the black king's authority that was truly recognized by the world of Azeroth, covering Nefarian's authority. Then let ‘Nezario’ surrender Varastaz ’s ownership to the owner of the platinum disc, Duke himself.

This set of tricks is all based on the fact that the arrogant Nefarian defined the supreme master as the 'King of the Black Dragon' instead of writing his Nefarian's name.

This is a vacancy, only Duke can drill in the world.

It wasn't until Duke finished all this within ten seconds that he breathed a sigh of relief, but this was not the end, as the battle continued. Duke turned his head: "Kalia helps the cows, and the rest help Magni!"

Everyone fell apart and performed their duties.

On the ground, Walastaz still seemed to be dreaming: "I am free? But ... Thank you, Duke Marcus, I will try my best to go to the Dragonbone Wilderness."

Feeling his terrible condition, Varastaz no longer had any hope for his life.

The violent dark power made him overdraft too much, easily surpassing the limit that an ancient dragon could bear. Regardless of his apparently broken claw, he was stabbed with a sword in his cervical spine, but he was almost empty inside.

Under the shiny dragon scales and under the skin, it is the dried gluten muscles that remain after overdrafting and squeezing.

At this moment, he was almost like a sick dragon who was so old that he could not move his legs.

"Huh? Despair in your eyes, is it just that much?" Duke's ironic tone made Walastaz uncomfortable.

If Duke wasn't the one who took him out of the dark abyss, maybe he had sprayed his face with a dragon's breath.

Just as he wanted to say something, Duke continued: "Sorry, I've seen deeper and more terrible despair in the battle of the ancients."

"You ... you have participated in the Battle of the Ancients !? Yeah! You are the Dukang!" As an old dragon who also participated in the cruel battles of the Ancients, Varastaz suddenly came to spirit.

"Others can't save you! It doesn't mean I can't save!" Suddenly, Duke added a green light of life to his hands.

"This is ..." Red Dragon's erect pupil suddenly shrank.

He certainly knew what this was, but this was [Blessing of Life] from His Majesty the Queen!

With it, no matter how serious the injury is, even if only half a breath is left, you can still be alive and well in the next moment and resurrect in situ!

His eyes suddenly revealed the endless desire for survival.

But the next moment, he became arrogant.

"No! Don't give me your treasure, I don't deserve it! I failed! Not only did I fail to monitor Nefarian, but he even fell into his minions and slaughtered countless innocent mortals. I'm guilty! I ..."

"Pop!" With a loud slap, the red dragon's palm was made by a huge arcane energy.

"That's enough! Do you really want to die like this, and then let the Scourge Legs have an extra bone dragon?"

Varastaz was frightened by this terrible future, but he hesitated: "But my soul is damaged, and my strength can never return to the past ..."

No matter what this kind of kind but stupid dragon with strange attachments in some aspects is, Duke directly pressed the [Blessing of Life] of the Red Dragon Queen into his head.

"what"

With the exclaimed silly dragon, powerful life force was injected into his broken body, repairing every scar in his body at high speed. The blood vessels that were tortured by the violent amount of violence, the muscles bleeding everywhere, the heart that began to fail, everything was reactivated by this vital energy.

"I ... I ... I ..."

"Enough! Don't give me any more! If you can't find out what to do in the future, give my woman a mount!"