Stormwind God

Duke has an illusion. If his previous willpower was separated into two levels, he is still his, and the system elves are still systemic. Now he feels that the four-color dragons are flooding the mighty Longwei. It's like a sledgehammer, constantly beating the subway embryo. With a hammer with willpower, while constantly hitting Duke's will, he also led the sublimation of Duke's spiritual realm.

For sublimation, all that is needed is an opportunity.

Duke was not Aboriginal. He had never experienced a childhood when dealing with wolves and mermaids, even in the most peaceful Elwynn Forest. He was just a college animal growing up in a big city. This lack of experience made him doomed to have a slightly worse psychological endurance when facing danger and pressure in battle. For example, he used to be a fear warrior.

Duke also has his advantages.

He is a traveler who remembers the trend.

The player experience of looking at the overall situation as an outsider gives him a sense of superiority that the indigenous people can never understand.

This kind of mentality of looking down at the top of the ecological chain, like a god, is his trump card.

Duke was so angry--

you! Guys! This! some! small! Long! Well! where! root! shallot! ?

Humph!

I'm Duke!

I'm Duke, who rushed to the league hero from nowhere, and took the command of the commander!

I killed hundreds of thousands of orcs, killed so many chiefs, used Gul'dan to make a fortune, and killed Death's Duke Nerario's Duke!

I am Duke who is determined to use the King of Flames Ragnaros as a lighter, and to sorrow and purify the frost of the Lich King and use it as an air conditioner!

The only Duke in the world!

You little dragons who only deserve experience also dare to yell at me?

laugh! words!

Long Wei, right?

Don't blame me then.

System Genie, give it to me!

"Humph!"

A seemingly innocent cold hum, in the ears of the Dragons, had a different taste.

Obviously, the magic circuit in Duke's body was a little disordered, and the elements in the surrounding atmosphere suddenly felt a shock after feeling Duke's momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the elements of space appeared in four different colors, and turned into four magic long swords visible to the naked eye, splitting into the square like lightning.

At the same moment, a magic element that contained some mysterious power flashed like a wave of waves, pulling up a higher peak above the peak, erupting an endless power!

"Ancient Longwei !?" When the four magical brilliance corresponding to the four-colored dragon tribe came to an end, these dragons dominated by young dragons suddenly fluttered,

They never expected that a human in Duke could actually release a mighty mighty power comparable to the ancient dragon!

When that magic light blade came to an end, they only had one feeling-death.

"Oh !?" The three dragon kings at the top of the Dragon Sleeping Temple were surprised at the same time.

For the Dragon ambassadors around Duke, it was almost horrified.

"Hmm--" The magical light blade Duke fired back was too fast. It was almost a flash, and the strange and mysterious power contained in it was fleeting.

However, in the eyes of these young dragons and dragon people, they saw a completely different scene-the light corresponding to their racial complexion was cut off, and their necks immediately spewed blood. Either dragon scales or dragon skins that can withstand most of the world's most powerful weapons are cut in half.

Their heads soared to the sky, their bodies suddenly collapsed to the ground, and the blood of the dragons filled this sacred place of sleep ...

I am dead! ?

Countless dragons' necks suddenly shrank, and countless dragons backed in amazement, stroking their still intact necks.

Is that ... an illusion?

Although the momentum of this sword made a flash, it was enough to scare every dragon ancestry. Suddenly, a trembling wave appeared in the entire Longmian Temple, which was a reflection of the Dragons' retreat.

How could there be such a horrible person, and by the momentum alone, thousands of dragons and thousands of young dragons had the illusion of being killed?

Just remembering the feeling just now, they made them cold and soft! ?

Every dragon, every dragon man asked himself in his heart: "This is Duke Marcus telling us, can he kill us if he wants?"

At this time, looking at the exaggerated scenes of Wanlong's uniforms, Crassus and the three ambassadors around Duke showed an expression of admiration.

"It's amazing!"

"Congratulations."

"congratulations."

"It's perfect for humans."

Duke was a little confused: "Uh, can I be considered a pass? Then ... what is this?"

"This is something we have all experienced, of course, the results are not as perfect as you. You will know after the ceremony is finished." Krasus continued to appease Duke's appetite: "Well, you can now go to the highest level to observe the ceremony Now. "

Duke was dumb.

Of course, he knew that the Longmian Temple was also divided into three levels, but he didn't know that these big lizards were so cunning and asked him to observe the ceremony, but he did not say that he should go to the first layer to observe the ceremony.

It was still the fiery red carpet of fire elements, and Duke and his party were lifted up and slowly flew out of the temple again, flying spirally toward the highest point of the temple.

Finally at the highest level, Duke saw three dragon kings transformed into human figures.

Alexstraza first greeted: "What a good job just now!"

Marigos was a little dissatisfied: "This human kid has stolen the means of [Soul of the Dragon]."

Nozdorm disdain: "So what?"

Duke smiled bitterly.

Correct! so what?

With the help of a platinum disc that is a fragment of [Soul of the Dragon], he used the system to analyze some of the constituent principles, and even parsed out formulas similar to Long Wei. But the magical dragon roar has limited power. After all, he is not really a guardian dragon. Without a real dragon soul, it is naturally impossible for him to have the real horror power that Wanlong worships.

At best, the power he exudes is similar to the ten thousand dragons that are more watery. It's okay to scare the dregs, and it's completely invalid for Krassus-level dragons.

The Queen of the Red Dragon raised her **** proudly: "Anyway, Duke—the human hero who rescued me from the dark captivity has proven his courage and he is qualified to stand here to watch the end of Nesario. . "

dead end?

Isn't Nesario dead?

When Duke was a little puzzled, the void in the middle of the highest level of the temple, which looked like a garden gazebo, completely open, supported by several huge stone pillars, suddenly appeared Nesario's remains! (To be continued.) Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.