After the Dragon Taming Whip visited the dragon's cave again and again and figured out the depth and twists of the dragon's cave, Duque finally had a detailed and in-depth understanding of his exclusive mount.
After riding Onyxia once at night, Duque cast Holy Light and fed her a large amount of good meat, bringing her HP back to 10% in one night.
The next morning, Duque decided to ride her again.
"Pipi Dragon, let's go!"
Duque sat on the huge black dragon's neck and swung the Soul Reins. Onyxia instantly turned her head and rolled her eyes at Duque. However, those yellow vertical pupils that were bigger than water basins no longer had that fierce and vivid light. In the end, she sighed helplessly and flapped her huge wings.
The Black Dragon Princess' injuries were still very serious, and there were many holes in her wings. She almost lost her balance when she took off.
Unlike in human form, at least the wounds on the surface had all healed.
The Black Dragon Princess in dragon form still had many wounds that were shocking to look at.
This was done on purpose by Duque.
Anyway, no matter how long Onyxia had been in human form, she still believed that she was a dragon. The wounds on her dragon body allowed her to recognize her situation even more clearly. Thus, she was unconsciously willing to make more concessions in human form for the sake of survival.
But wasn't concessions in human form still concessions?
Perhaps she could still deceive herself on the surface, but what about in her bones?
With one hand holding the reins and feeling the breeze brushing past his face, Duque felt great!
Haha!
I'm not riding some nameless, common young dragon of the Dragon Clan.
Either I don't ride, or I just walk, I don't ride a mount.
If I'm going to ride, I'm going to ride the best!
Mhmm, only a Boss Dragon like Onyxia is the mount that I dream of riding!
After circling a few times in the sky above Karazhan, it felt good, but a little slow. Du Ke took out a long whip used by Beast Tamers from his storage pouch, and with a snap, he lashed out with the whip, hitting the black dragon's butt.
As a Boss-level Black Dragon, Onyxia definitely had thick skin and tough scales.
The dragon's body did not feel anything from the whip.
But the psychological shock was the most profound. Her whole body stiffened, and she almost fell from the sky.
For a moment, she almost wanted to fall to her death together with her bastard master, Duque. Unfortunately, wizards were the least likely Professions to fall to their deaths, let alone Breaking Dawn wizards. If the dignified Black Dragon Princess were to fall to her death, she would be too ashamed to face her ancestors.
Although she did not have the face to see her dead father now, she could only imagine the day she would be rescued when she thought about how Alexstrasza was captured and almost turned into a mount. Now that she was under the control of the [Black Dragon Soul] and had handed over the Soul Reins, she could only imagine the day she would be rescued.
Well, she actually didn't have much hope. After all, her brother Nefarian had never taken her seriously. The relationship between the Black Dragons had always been cold and indifferent.
After being whipped a few times by Duque, no matter how unwilling Onyxia was, she could only endure her grief and anger and try her best to speed up.
Riding a dragon and riding a griffin were essentially the same.
Dragons were bigger and smarter. They could sit more stably, and they could do whatever they wanted with a soul command.
This was really incomparable.
Sigh! Duque had originally wanted to slay dragons, but he had accidentally become a dragon knight. This could only be said to be fate.
After flying around the Upwind Trail for about ten rounds, Duque called out to Onyxia, "That's enough, let's do this for today!"
The Black Dragon's huge wings flapped gracefully in the air, and its huge body slowly descended onto the platform of Karazhan. The Saintess of Chastity, Cadgar, and a large group of Einherjars looked at Duque and Onyxia with complicated gazes.
After lowering her neck to let Duque jump off, the Black Dragon Princess used the ultimate transformation spell and returned to her human form.
She was still rather weak. After returning to her human form, her legs gave way and she staggered. Duque quickly caught her.
"Are you alright?"
Facing Duque's gentle greeting, Onyxia's body trembled. She shouted in her heart, Don't be fooled, Onyxia! You are the great and proud Black Dragon Queen. I can't let these small favors move you!
However, in her state of not recovering from her injuries, her body and mind were very honest. She could almost immediately feel that her weak body seemed to have some warmth, as if she had some strength again.
Onyxia's face blushed slightly as she lowered her head and replied, "I'm fine …"
"Rest for a while. Come to my room at two in the afternoon. I have something for you to do."
"Understood."
After eating the large amount of lunch that Cadgar had brought, she lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. She felt that if it was her previous self, she would probably be venting the anger in her heart and destroying everything around her.
Unexpectedly, she did not have such thoughts at all.
Was it because her injuries were too heavy that she no longer had such thoughts?
Was it because her heart was tired?
Or was her body and mind already beginning to fall?
Her mind was in a mess, and she did not dare to continue imagining.
Unknowingly, the time had come. What kind of punishment and torture was waiting for her?
When she arrived at Duque's room, Onyxia saw that the sky and floor were covered with clothing blueprints, as well as half-made clothes and a large amount of fabric.
"Please help me be a model today."
"Uh …"
Because a certain transmigrator was determined to take all the gold coins from the purses of the noblewomen. Therefore, this world also had two programs, 'Storm Fashion Week' and 'The Queen's Secret Underwear Show'.
It was precisely because the models always wore beautiful new clothes that attracted the attention of the noblewomen, coupled with the policy that there was never a second set of the same style, that the noblewomen would spend a lot of money in one go.
Of course, everyone knew that the inventor of the new style of women's clothing was also fucking Duque. Even when Duque was missing, the Marcus family still relied on the blueprints that Duque left behind to make a lot of money.
She didn't expect that Duke would ask her to be his model today.
"Catwalk!"
"Raise your hand!"
"Put your left hand on your waist!"
"Turn around twice and see."
Duque was like the most professional tailor and designer, ordering Onyxia around.
After a busy afternoon, she didn't feel anything, but after dinner that night, when Duke presented her with some new clothes that were as beautiful as the heavens, Onyxia suddenly felt a sense of enchantment.
It seems that … following Duque was not bad!
The reward for being a model was new clothes. This was indeed intentional by Duque, and it unexpectedly had a miraculous effect. In theory, it could slowly remove the guard in Onyxia's heart, but the speed was absolutely beyond Duque's expectation.
That night, when Duque went to Onyxia's room, he found that she was trying on new clothes. When taming the dragon again, Duque could clearly feel Onyxia's passion and cooperation.
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