"Duque!"
"Master?!"
"Beast Duke?!"
The remaining four members of the History Revisionists all cried out in shock. However, their cries were of no use. They were still wrapped in Nozdormu's power as they sped toward the end of the river of time.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know!"
"Isn't Nozdormu's power protecting us?"
"Damn it! The Bronze Dragon isn't reliable at all! "
There was a lot of discussion, but no one could do anything. This wasn't their domain. Other than pointlessly waving their arms, they couldn't even draw their weapons, let alone launch an effective attack. Nozdormu's mysterious power isolated them from the outside world. Apart from seeing, speaking, and listening, they couldn't do anything.
"The power that collided with Duque seemed to be bronze too, right?" Krasus asked.
Rhonin frowned. "Did Nozdormu suddenly give Master a new mission?"
Vanessa was furious. "That's not how you order people around!"
Grom hammered his thigh. "Bastard!"
Then Lord Roar fell silent. No one knew who he was cursing or what he was cursing at.
At this moment, in the void of the time crevice far behind the four of them, Duke was staring at a huge Bronze Dragon in the air.
"Hello! Duke Marcus. I am Andom, a subordinate of His Majesty Nozdormu! "The Bronze Dragon lowered his head slightly to show his respect.
"Oh?" Duke didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he was in a half-awake state as he sized up this huge bronze dragon.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your return. There's an emergency. Time and space are in disorder again. His Majesty's command — you, Duke Marcus, are to head to the point of disorder immediately. Help the founding emperor Soradin and the High Elves defeat the trolls during the Troll War 2,800 years ago in your original timeline. Help him build the Arathor Empire. "
With that, a green light flashed in Andom's hand. A magic scroll appeared in his claws, and he handed it to Duque. It was clearly an order.
Duque frowned. "Let me have a look."
"Yes, the situation is urgent, so there's no time to explain. Please take a look at the order book for the specifics. I'll open the time passage to the Troll War right away." Then, after seeing Duque take the scroll, Andom began to cast a spell. His dragon claws, which only had three fingers, cooperated with the spell and made all kinds of complicated gestures.
Soon, a hazy and illusory portal was about to form.
At this moment, without any sign or reason, a thin golden sword pierced through the gap between the scales on Anddom's back. It extended to the length of a spear and came out of Anddom's chest.
Andom let out a shrill roar and swung his tail at the ambusher who had injured him.
The dragon's tail, which was strong enough to shatter mountains, missed. He covered his chest with his left claw and twisted his neck. Only then did he see the ambusher — Duque!
With [Ice Queen] in his left hand and [Gandalf, the Legendary Sword of the White Robed Sword Saint] in his right, Duque had a mocking smile on his face and stared at Andom maliciously.
"Duke Marcus! How dare you hurt me!? Do you know what you're doing? You're challenging His Majesty Nozdormu! Are you declaring war on the entire bronze dragon race?! "Andom roared.
Duque was unmoved. Instead, he sneered. "Pretend! Keep pretending! You're just a stupid eternal dragon, and you want to fool me? "
Andom's face suddenly darkened. No, his whole body began to turn black. The wounds on his body were healing at a high speed, and his body began to expand rapidly. In less than a second, his entire body doubled in size.
"As a mortal, Duke Marcus, you're amazing. You actually found out … Huhuhu! May I ask, how did you find out? " In terms of appearance, Andom was still a bronze dragon, but his color had completely turned into a deep and terrifying ink-black.
Duque tilted his head. "From the moment I was thrown into the Twisting Nether for no reason, I realized that someone wanted to kill me! And this guy is a super strong person with the power to interfere with the timeline. At first, I thought it was an ancient god, but then I locked my target on the eternal dragon body. "
"Hmph! Mortals don't know about us. Even Nozdormu doesn't know much about us … "
"But I do." Duque interrupted Andom with unspeakable pride on his face.
Yes, this was also the pride of a transmigrator.
"Ugh!" As if choked to death, Andom laughed crazily. "Stupid guy, do you think you can fight back? You have no chance! Idiot — look at what you have in your hand! "
Duque waved the magic scroll in his hand. "You mean this thing? Sorry, the whispers inside are useless to me. "
This time, Andom's expression finally changed. "Impossible!"
Duque's face was full of the smile of a victor. "The whispers of the ancient gods are indeed powerful. But that's only for you silly dragons and other mortals. As for me … Hehe! "
Hehe!
Really hehe!
Although Andom couldn't grasp the essence of the word "hehe," Duque's expression almost drove him crazy.
"That's right! That's the expression. Whether it's you eternal dragons or Sargeras, I like to see you sad and indignant, and want to kill me, but can't do anything about it. "
Duque was smug.
He also had the capital to be smug.
There was nothing more satisfying than throwing the opponent into a trap that he had set himself after he had broken the game.
The whispers of the ancient gods?
Yes! It was indeed powerful.
Unfortunately, the whispers had a prerequisite, and that was to directly affect the deep subconscious of the victim. But ever since Duque had infiltrated the Burning Legion, he had been dividing his spiritual sea into layers and using the system to simulate a seemingly independent spiritual world in the shallowest layer.
And from beginning to end, Duque couldn't speak the language of this world! Almost everything needed to be translated by the system. After Duque's special instructions, the whispers of the ancient gods became like this:
"Have you finished your homework?"
"Your mom is actually an orc!"
"Your dad something Marcus, found a tauren as a mistress."
"Your brother Sal heard that I came back safely and decided to go to the temple to do a striptease …"
Heavens! I, Du Moke, am really really — good! Damn! Scared! Ah!
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