The advantage of the System Elf was that the things that existed in Duque's memory before, even if Duque himself had completely forgotten them, as long as they existed in the depths of his memory, the System Elf would be able to dig them out.
The System Elf would be able to dig out the Milan Fashion Week's new product launch that he occasionally caught a glimpse of on television.
The System Elf would also be able to dig out the Swarovski man-made crystal ornaments that he had seen on the roadside.
The stingy Duque could not bear to give Onyxia real diamonds. Duque casually made a batch of glass ornaments that were specially made to trick people.
Who knew that it was as if a magical switch had been opened. With the small rewards of new clothes and fake diamonds, the Black Dragon Princess was obviously more cooperative with the training.
Even if she made a mistake and was spanked by Duque with a board, she would cry and accept it willingly.
What was even more amazing was that she still retained a faint resistance and a strong sense of shame. She still refused to put a collar on her dragon neck.
"The reins only symbolize that I have been conquered and lost my freedom. The collar represents that I have lost myself and become a brainless thing like a dragon. Make your choice, my master. No matter which one it is, it does not mean that I have given up the choice to resist. The only difference is which one has a smaller probability. "Onyxia said stubbornly.
Duque patted her head, but in the end, he did not put the collar on her.
It was purely because [Onyxia's Reins] had more historical significance.
More than a month had passed. It was April 2nd, 21 years after she stepped into the Dark Portal.
For Onyxia, the previous life of scheming against each other, toying with the human nobles in the palm of her hand, creating conflicts and chaos everywhere, and being free and unrestrained had slowly become a blur in her mind.
She did not know when it started, but she had gotten used to this kind of restrained life. She had to work hard for a little benefit that she would not even look at in the eye in the past.
She constantly worked hard to meet all kinds of novel requests from Duque. From time to time, she would fail because of her clumsy actions or because she did not know what to do, and she would receive all kinds of shameful punishments.
She clearly knew that the noble dragon race should never lower their heads to a mortal, but she had unknowingly gotten used to calling him "master". She even had to think for a few seconds to realize that her master's name was Duke Marcus.
This kind of sinking made her both sad and helpless.
It was not that she did not want to resist.
As the days passed, her physical condition also improved.
Many, many times, Duke was like a defenseless idiot, like a walking dessert, walking right in front of her dragon mouth.
As long as she opened her mouth, she would be able to tear him into pieces.
He recalled the scene where Duke was' bitten to death 'by her in the Twilight Forest and immediately revived.
Although she subconsciously thought that it was a very high-level illusion, and as long as she bit Duke's real body, she would definitely be able to kill him, but after thinking about it, she found that she was more and more unwilling to try to resist.
What she didn't expect was that not only was she not disgusted by her current state of life, but she also felt that it was natural and even enjoyed it.
"Why would I be willing to stay in that dirty and tasteless nest in Dustwallow Swamp for thousands of years?" With this thought in mind, Onyxia seemed to be walking further and further on the path of no return as Duque's exclusive mount.
During this time, the Horde organized an assault team of 3000 people and began to attack Blackrock Spire from the Scorching Canyon through the dwarven territory. It was an assault team that included almost all the powerful chieftains of the Horde, except for Thrall. According to Vanessa's report, the Horde should be attacking the upper level of Blackrock Spire where Rend Blackhand was.
Turalyon's material harvesting team was progressing smoothly. According to the blueprints of the Thorium Brotherhood, they now had enough materials to make a set of fire resistance equipment for Warriors, [Steel Set], and two sets of fire resistance armor, leather armor, and plate armor.
According to Duque, the Warriors responsible for fighting the Lord-tier monsters in the Molten Core needed higher fire resistance. However, for other professions, three sets of fire resistance equipment were usually enough.
When he heard that Duque was preparing to launch a crusade against Ragnaros in three days, Turalyon expressed his concern. "The Molten Core is terrible. In that kind of high-temperature situation, not to mention fighting, just staying there would make it difficult to breathe. I haven't brought a team more than two thousand steps away from the entrance. Now that the fire resistance equipment is not enough, it's not good for us to launch a crusade. "
Duque shook his head. "We don't have much time. It's the Horde's duty to take down the traitor Rend Blackhand. But I'm afraid that the Horde will fail. Even Grom, the leader of the Horde, will not be able to win against Nefarian, the current Black Dragon King. "
"What about the fire resistance equipment?" Turalyon asked.
Duque pursed his lips. "I'll ask Magni to bring an anvil and other materials. Once we have enough materials, we'll start on the spot. "
"Alright! You've always been right. I hope you'll be the same in the future. "
Duque patted Turalyon's shoulder. "I'll leave the Dark Portal to you."
"I'll try my best." In fact, Turalyon had the same concerns about the Dark Portal. The Wyrmrest Shrine had recently informed them that the Burning Legion had begun a new round of attacks, and it was very likely that they would forcefully break through the Dark Portal.
The crux of the matter was that the Alliance only had so many powerhouses. The Flame Demon King, Ragnaros, was not a nobody. If the Alliance did not mobilize more than eighty percent of their powerhouses, they would just have to wait for Ragnaros to turn the entire southern continent into a fiery purgatory.
Sending Turalyon, who could take charge of an area, back to guard the Dark Portal was already the Alliance's limit.
Turalyon, who understood the severity of the situation, subconsciously tightened his grip on Quel 'Zaram. This action was noticed by Duque.
Duque hesitated for a while, but still handed a magic flare gun to Turalyon.
"What's this? What Cloud Piercing Arrow is this? What I need now is a heroic powerhouse to help me, not an army! "Turalyon joked.
Duque was a little embarrassed. The flare gun was Duque's invention. When Duque popularized the flare gun, his slogan was "One Cloud Piercing Arrow, An Army Will Meet."
"This … Anyway, at the last moment, when you really have no other choice, just use it."
Turalyon rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me that you actually enslaved a Demon Lord, and then told me to use the Demon Lord to deal with the Demon Lord."
This time, it was Duque's turn to roll his eyes. "It's not convenient for me to bring this guy to the Molten Core in Karazhan. But these guys all have their own problems. "
"Alright! Don't worry, if the Demon wants to enter Azeroth through the Dark Portal, it will have to cross over the bodies of me and a hundred thousand soldiers. "
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