Under the watchful eyes of the Horde powerhouses, the huge black dragon shrank rapidly. Under the effect of Ultimate Transformation, in just a second, the black dragon disappeared and was replaced by a timid noblewoman. She clutched her red dress with both hands and bit her lower lip. Her beautiful face was full of a pitiful expression.
She was so pitiful!
No one would have thought that just a moment ago, she was an arrogant black dragon with her nose in the air.
If they had not witnessed all of this with their own eyes, anyone would have thought that she was a little wife who had been bullied, and not a ferocious black dragon.
Grom and the other Horde powerhouses once again felt that their worldview had been turned upside down.
The ancient red dragon, who was originally a righteous one, had fallen into the claws of evil.
The black dragon princess, who was originally a villain of the evil faction, had become a human's mount, shouting the name of evil while doing things of justice.
What kind of comedy was this?
Duque did not give them more time to daydream. He directly opened a portal and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. Go back to Stormwind City and rest for a while. The Alliance still needs the strength of the Horde powerhouses."
Wojin looked up and said, "Please allow us to contact Chief Saar."
"No problem."
The entire Blackrock Mountain had been fortified. Nefarian had obviously put in a lot of effort to manage this place. In such a rich fire element area, it was easier to repel other elements. Nefarian also used this reason to prevent other magic messages.
For others, it was really difficult to open a portal here.
But Blackrock Mountain was not Nefarian's territory. Below his lair was Ragnaros's territory. Under the premise that many nodes of the Molten Core had been destroyed, Duque's teleportation became possible.
Suddenly returning from the blazing hell and breathing the clean air, Wojin, Grom and the others felt like they had been in a lifetime.
With a call from Duke, a team of priests from the Storm Cathedral ran out to heal them. There was even an elite team of thieves who sneaked into Blackrock Mountain to rescue the surviving Orc Warriors.
Orcs, Trolls, and Tauren were all relatively simple races. For this, the Horde powerhouses were very grateful.
After settling them down, Duque turned his head and glanced at the black dragon princess who was shivering behind him.
"Yo! His body recovered a little. His temper flared up again! "
The person in front of her was clearly a human, but in Onyxia's eyes, Duque was a hundred million times scarier than the demons of the Burning Legion.
"You … You … What do you want? Let me tell you! I'm the dignified Princess of the Dark Dragon, Onyxia. Let's not talk about anything else for now, I … I'm only asking for the corresponding position based on my strength … Is that wrong? "Onyxia's lips were trembling in human form.
Duque chuckled. Of course, in the eyes of a certain female dragon, it was a sinister grin. "If not for that declaration of rebellion, I might have been able to accept it. However, the premise of rebelling was to be dealt with. Do you dare to say that at that moment, you didn't have any thoughts of rebellion? "
"No!" Onyxia was the first to reply. Then, her aura weakened a little. "Probably … not!"
"Come here!" Duque grabbed Onyxia's wrist and opened a portal to drag her back to Duke Marcus' residence in Stormwind City.
When Duque dragged Onyxia through the portal of the Duke's residence, the gatekeeping wizards and guards were stunned for a moment, and then immediately lowered their heads.
Chief Steward Makarov hurried over and waved his hand. The servants and guards of the Duke's residence immediately retreated from the rooms and corridors that Duque passed through like a tide.
Onyxia was dragged away like a weak girl. She seemed to have forgotten that even in her human form, she still had the power of a dragon that could kill mortals in seconds. In her perception, Duque's strength was so insignificant that she could tear this seemingly weak human wizard into pieces with just a little bit of force.
She knew very well what would happen to her if she followed him.
As arrogant as she was, she also had the urge to break free from this restraint. During the days when she was separated from Duque, she even secretly studied soul magic. A magic layman like Turalyon could not monitor her at all.
She had already found and obtained what she wanted. It was a soul countermagic that originated from ancient times. As long as Duque did not control her in the first three seconds of her casting, she could directly attack Duque's soul, and then obtain victory in a direct confrontation between souls. She could even turn around and control Duque's soul.
At that time, all the humiliation she had endured, all the torture she had suffered, could all be avenged in one go.
Yes!
Just that one flaw! That one opportunity!
However, at this moment, she bit her lip and was dragged away like a puppet.
When they finally reached the bedroom, Duque closed the door and threw her to the ground.
She knelt in fear.
Of course, she knew that the level of magic protection here was far inferior to that of Duque's old nest, Karazhan.
She even felt countless times that she could destroy Duque at any time. But every time she wanted to do it, she would think of the magical scene of Duque's' resurrection 'at the Lake of Lovers.
That was not simply immortality, but a magical power that was more similar to time reversal!
If it was really time magic, then for Onyxia, it would be truly unsolvable.
Failure had made her a little cowardly, and she began to constantly tell herself: I can't act rashly before I grasp the secret that he cannot be destroyed.
She did not realize that it was her cowardly attitude that caused her to lose the courage to resist Duke and continue to succumb to him.
It was like an elephant in a Thai zoo.
Many tourists expressed surprise that an elephant weighing seven or eight tons would be chained by a chain the size of a thumb. In fact, elephants had experienced countless struggles against the chains when they were young and failed miserably. As a result, when they grew up, they still subconsciously believed that they could not break free from such chains.
As soon as Duque approached, Onyxia subconsciously shrank toward the wall. Unknowingly, her knees were against the corner of the wall, and her chest and face were pressed against the cold wall.
What welcomed her was not a whip.
But a gentle touch.
Duque said softly, "Idiot, actually being my mount is your ultimate salvation!"
In the spiritual realm, Duque once again transmitted the video processed by the System into the Princess of the Black Dragon's mind. It was a realistic image after a lot of post-processing by the System.
She saw her dragon head being hung on the gate of Stormwind City again and again. She clearly saw the despair and final ferociousness on her dragon face.
"Is this my ultimate fate in other timelines?"
A teardrop rolled down Onyxia's beautiful face.
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