"Woo woo!" A huge dragon with a mouth full of fierce teeth let out a low cry like that of a small animal. This scene was as strange as it could be.
The other side muttered, "I don't have the face to see other people of my race. Shame! What a disgrace! "On one side, the giant black dragon was obediently descending from the sky, and the tribal chiefs were very conflicted.
If they hadn't clearly seen that the one sitting on the back of the dragon was Duque, Duque was holding a long dark blue magic rein, and the black dragon's chest had the insignia of the Alliance and the Marcus Family, they would have probably turned around and run.
Even so, the other troll warriors couldn't help but tighten their grip on the weapons in their hands when they saw such an enormous beast sweep away the sand and pebbles, and when she looked at them with her fierce and vivid golden eyes.
Grom actually wanted to run, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was ashamed.
Looking at Duque who jumped down from the back of the black dragon, Lord Howl's rough mouth with fangs wriggled for a long time, and finally looked straight into Duque's eyes. "It seems … I owe you another life. If you were an Orc, you would have earned my life and loyalty. "
Duque shrugged. "Unfortunately, I'm not."
Wo Jin quickly interrupted, "Did you know that Nefarian was in Blackwing's Nest?"
Wo Jin did not want to raise such a question, but Grom felt that he owed Duque too much. If a veteran expert like Grom made a big event that crossed races and factions to join the human race, it would be very, very troublesome.
Even as wise as Wo Jin was, the only way he could think of was to interrupt.
Duque turned to look at Wo Jin and sighed. "I know that Nefarian, the King of the Black Dragons, is standing behind Rend Blackhand, but according to my understanding of Nefarian, coupled with Onyxia's testimony, I think that unless someone fought in front of Nefarian's highest throne in Blackwing's Nest, with his pride, he would never personally attack anyone."
Wo Jin was suddenly speechless, unable to say anything else.
At this time, Grom, who was still on the stretcher, waved his hand. "Enough! Woking! I was clear about my identity and the mission on my shoulders. No matter what happened, the fact that the Black Hand Brothers had betrayed the tribe was still an iron-clad fact. Besides, the Alliance is using the Horde to restrain Nefarian. Aren't we also using the Alliance to deal with Ragnaros? "
Grom's open and aboveboard words made Wo Jin feel as if his neck was being choked, and he was unable to speak for a long time. In the end, he could only let out a long sigh.
Grom gritted his teeth in pain. "The Horde needs the Alliance's power, and the Alliance needs the Horde's power. Please help the tribe this time, and the tribe will definitely repay you! As for me, as long as I succeed, I won't even frown even if I have to incinerate my soul. "
A man, a real man, a spit, a nail.
Even though Duque had expected this, he was still moved by Grom's request.
Duque smiled and reached out his hand to shake Grom's huge and scarred hand. "Welcome back to the Alliance and the Horde."
At this moment, Dworkin and Kane were visibly relieved.
In any case, with the support of the Alliance, at least the situation would not collapse.
At this time, Dworkin finally asked a question that he had always wanted to ask, "Duque, is the black dragon behind you … the previous Onyxia?"
In fact, it was not only the heroes of the Horde who were confused, but the Alliance was also very troubled.
The first time was when Deathwing pretended to be the Lord of Presto and almost became the King of Alterac.
The second time was when Onyxia pretended to be Countess Katrana and almost stole the supreme power of Stormwind.
In addition to strong combat power, the second label of the Black Dragon race was that they were sinister and cunning.
However, such a powerful and cunning black dragon, and the princess of the Black Dragon race, was now tied to Duque's hand, quietly staying behind Duque as a backdrop. This was really incredible!
"Hmm! She won't betray me now, right? She's my exclusive mount for the time being. "
"Mount …?" The eyelids of several big bosses of the Horde — Dworkin, Grom, Kane, and Varrock — twitched wildly.
In the poor Horde, only the chief was qualified to have a wyvern as a mount.
All right!
Comparisons were odious!
When comparing goods, you have to throw them away!
Their mounts were dragons, and so was Duque's.
But wyverns, even if they had the word 'dragon' in their name, were actually just third-rate subspecies of dragons. How could they compare with Duque's mount?
As a tribe that once had a Red Dragon mount, the older generation of Orcs was very clear about how big the gap in strength was.
It was already amazing to be able to ride a thousand-year-old adult dragon.
No one thought that they could ride an ancient dragon.
Not to mention the Princess of the Black Dragon, who was a demigod?
The kind of shock that seemed to dislocate their jaws were all written on the faces of the big bosses of the Horde. There was no difficulty in stuffing an ostrich egg into their gaping mouths.
At this time, a terrible Draconic Aura rose behind Duque.
"Duque! You bastard! When did I recognize you as my master!? Don't think too highly of yourself! I just deceived you and took the opportunity to heal my wounds. Today, I will take this opportunity to rebel … Woo! " Before the Princess of the Black Dragon could finish her declaration of rebellion, a huge arcane energy palm descended from the sky and directly pressed Onyxia's dragon head, pressing her dragon mouth to the ground.
For a moment, Wo Jin felt that Onyxia actually wanted to resist. She was on par with Vaelastrasz and dodged the dragon breath that was as fast as a gust of wind, but in front of Duke, she felt an inexplicable sense of awe. Be it her reaction or movement, she was clearly slower than Duke.
The result of her hesitation was that her huge dragon head was pressed down by the magic hand and kept rubbing on the ground.
"Bastard master! You will regret it! You will definitely regret it! " Ahhh … "Onyxia seemed to be struggling uncontrollably, and did not notice that the way she addressed Duke had changed.
"Hey! Do you really want to rebel? You're going to tear down the tiles if you don't get a beating for three days? Today, I will let you have a taste of the Dragon Taming Whip. "Duque raised his hand and a special nine-tailed whip appeared.
It was hard to imagine that such a huge black dragon would show a timid expression in front of a small nine-tailed whip that was less than half a meter long.
"Don't hit me! I'm sorry! Master Duque, I'm sorry — I was wrong. "The huge black dragon whimpered like a small animal.
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