"Tsk!" No one would have thought that a dragon with a bumpy face full of cuticles could actually make such a human-like expression. It was pure disdain.
Turalyan immediately felt like he was baring his teeth in pain. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to beg this unruly Princess of the Black Dragon who had somehow become his ally!
Unfortunately, this was the Alliance's weakness. The strongest air force was the Gryphon, and even if the Night Elves' Hippogryphon Knights were included, they were still at the same level. Reality had already proven that they couldn't shake the Burning Legion's Doomsday Lord.
Although Turalyan really wanted to believe that the Wyrmrest Shrine's Dragon Aspect could intercept all the demons, the reality was that there were still Demon Lords that could fly over.
Seeing Onyxia snorting in annoyance and turning to leave, Turalyan panicked and shouted, "Duque said that if Piercing Arrow doesn't behave, he'll punish it when he comes back."
Hearing the word 'punish', countless images of taming dragons flashed through Onyxia's mind. She plummeted and looked like she was about to hit the ground.
Turalyan looked. Huh! There was a chance!
Since there was a punishment, there would probably be a reward too.
Turalyan subconsciously deduced, "He also said that if you listen to my command, there will be a reward!"
Reward!?
Hmph! I'm the noble and supreme Princess of the Black Dragon, I don't care for that bastard of a master's reward!
Onyxia pretended to be disdainful and raised her head high, but a few seconds later, she squinted her right eye and sent a magic message into Turalyan's ears, "He really said that?"
That should be what Duque meant, right?
Although a little uncertain, Turalyan still nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Absolutely."
"What is the reward?" Onyxia asked.
"Uh, this … that … he didn't say." Turalyan had no idea what kind of reward Duque would have. He was a Paladin, and Paladins could use tactics to deal with enemies, but they couldn't lie to their own people. Saying this much was already his limit. If he continued to lie, it would affect the purity of his Holy Light.
Although he was already the least devout of the Five Silver Saints …
Originally, Turlayon had prepared himself for Onyxia's rage. Even if she didn't kill anyone, she would still set fire to a cannon turret or something. Who knew that the Black Dragon Princess would blush.
Uh, that should be blushing, right?
The next second, Onyxia stammered, "Very good, human, you didn't lie to me. Alright, I'll reluctantly support the Overwatch Castle for a while. "
Ah! Is that even possible?
Turalyan was a little confused.
"Alright! I'll prepare it for you right away … "The overjoyed Turalyon was about to say that he would prepare an empty barn or an armory, but he suddenly remembered that Onyxia could transform into human form and was at a loss for words.
By then, Onyxia had flown quite close to Turalyon.
Only now did Turalyon notice that there was a saddle-like seat on Onyxia's back, but it was more like a comfortable chair than a saddle.
Not only him, but many of the high-ranking officers of the Alliance on the ground were stunned when they saw this scene.
Soon, they could no longer see it because the huge black dragon was rapidly shrinking in their field of vision. In just a few seconds, it had turned into a charming and beautiful woman — Countess Katrana Anristo, who had once almost stolen power in Stormwind.
She wore a bright red top that was shaped like a morning glory, a pure white skirt with a high slit that looked like a cheongsam, and a pair of crystal high heels that reflected the light of diamonds.
Coupled with the S-shaped posture that she subconsciously took, she was a living model!
She was dressed like a catwalk, and her aura was more imposing than a queen.
Turalyon could not figure out what was going on with this woman.
"Since it's Duque's request, I'll do it, but the benefits that I deserve must not be lacking. First, I want to enjoy the treatment of a king. Secondly, I'm injured and in urgent need of nourishment. Give me three whole roasted cows every morning, afternoon, and evening. I want a three-year-old bull, as well as cumin and other barbecue ingredients. Hmm, a little [Bordeaux wine] from the Marcus Family would be even better. "
"…"
Let's not talk about Turalyon who foolishly treated the Black Dragon Princess, who had been reduced to a mount, like an empress.
Returning to the Molten Core, Duque was in a dilemma.
This was the real World of Azeroth, so the Molten Core was not a dungeon or alternate dimension that could be cleared in a few hours. It was a huge space that existed underground.
How big was the Molten Core?
Hehe! When Ragnaros was angry, he blasted the Red Ridge Mountains into the Burning Plains and Scorching Canyon of today. Therefore, the size of these two areas corresponded to the size of the Molten Core.
That's right!
According to the system elf's scan and the Molten Core in his memory, from west to east, the Molten Core was at least two thousand kilometers.
This was really bad.
Duque had no choice but to lead his team of heroes in this scorching underground world.
"Hot! Hot! I'm dying from the heat. I say, Boss Duke, can't you turn up your cooling spell a little more? "Gavin Rad didn't hold back his ridicule.
Duque rolled his eyes and wanted to kick him into the lava to take a bath.
Gavinrad screamed and rolled away. Then, ten seconds later, he shamelessly stuck close to Roland.
It couldn't be helped!
Of course, the players in the game would not feel hot, but in reality, it was unbearably hot. Near the entrance of the Blackrock Abyss, the air temperature was only around forty degrees, but it was already unbearable.
After entering the Molten Core, the air temperature quickly rose to seventy degrees, and the ground temperature easily exceeded one hundred degrees.
Even if everyone was wearing three or more pieces of fire-resistant equipment to prevent themselves from getting hurt, the problem was that it was still incomparably terrible!
The viscous, scorching air felt like they were stirring hot charcoal powder and boiling it into a paste, then pouring it through their noses.
It was a nightmare.
At the start, the Gnome Craftsman Gerbin was still promoting his new Gnome engineering invention, the air filtration mask. Unfortunately, not only did that thing make breathing even more difficult, but it would also be blocked by the thick magma dust floating in the air in less than half an hour.
Only a Breaking Dawn Mage could easily communicate with the Ice Elemental Plane in the Molten Core, where the fire element dominated, and direct the ice element here.
It was not that a Radiant Moon Mage could not do it, but the mana required to use ice magic would be doubled.
To maintain their combat strength, Jaina and Solarian could only use arcane magic.
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