In the movies before Duque transmigrated, special effects and no special effects were two different worlds. For example, the Scarlet Witch without special effects was like a psychopath when she performed. With special effects, she was an omnipotent Mutant.
Although the special effects that Duque sent to Onyxia during the psychic attack weren't 50%, they weren't clear and exquisite enough. It was more like a kind of confusing inducement. This time, no matter how she looked at it, it looked like something that came from the river of time!
Onyxia knew very well why Duque had disappeared for four years.
She had always been fearful of this peerless powerhouse who had conquered for 10,000 years and tricked the Burning Legion.
Now that Duque had given her something, it further solidified Duque's position as the master of fate, no, at least the peeper of fate.
How could Onyxia not be afraid?
At this time, Duque's voice seemed to contain the magic of fate, full of surging power.
"Those who block the general trend of fate! They will be crushed into pieces. So what if they are powerful? What happened to Nethario, the Wing of Death? What happened to Sargeras, the King of Demons? Oh! There's also Archimonde, whose bones are still hanging on a dead tree on Mount Hyjal. Yes! They may be resurrected, but unfortunately, that would only be a deeper failure for them. Fate will ultimately be in the hands of mortals like us! "
Onyxia's delicate body trembled non-stop.
Even though she knew that this was actually Duque's pressure on her, she had to believe it.
Too many powerhouses had already fallen to Azeroth.
This was more like a curse!
An irresistible curse of fate!
Onyxia felt as if she could hardly breathe, as if she had returned to the moment when she was struggling for her life in the Twilight Forest.
Pain! Despair! Helplessness!
She knew that Duque's words were more like a trap to deliberately make her sink and give up on herself. But she always felt that as long as she still wanted to live, it would be impossible to escape from Duque's clutches.
Her body had recovered a lot, but she didn't have the courage.
The short period of freedom he had in the Watchtower when he had nothing better to do was more like the last illusion before he sank into oblivion.
Onyxia suddenly understood why her mother had been hiding from her father all her life even though she was so powerful.
With the left side of her face pressed against the cold wall, Onyxia's sexy red lips spat out a sentence, "Black dragons don't believe in feelings, nor do they believe in promises. However, if a female dragon were to be bitten on the back of the neck that is fatal, no matter how unwilling she is, she would give up resisting and recognize the other party as her conqueror. She would even be willing to bear the other party's children."
After saying that, Onyxia silently twisted her neck, making her fair neck look even more slender.
Duque understood tacitly and gently pushed aside Onyxia's cloud-like black hair that fell on her shoulders. Then, he revealed his white teeth and gently bit the back of Onyxia's neck.
That soft texture made it impossible to imagine that this was actually the neck of an extremely sinister and cruel black dragon.
Onyxia's body trembled, and another drop of dragon's tear slipped down her face.
However, when the Dragon Taming Whip penetrated the dragon's cave with ease, Onyxia suddenly let out a long and relieved dragon roar.
"Huhuhu! From now on, you're my mount. If you mess around in the alliance, it's like slapping my face. I won't let you go. "
"Hmm …"
"If you really do something that I can't protect you from, I can only let the other powerhouses hang your head at the gate of Storm City."
"Hmm!"
"You may meet your big brother soon."
"He and I … are not on the same side …"
"Very good!"
"Come, take my 256 styles of Dragon Taming Whip first!"
"Woo woo …"
Both of them couldn't sleep the whole night.
At noon, Duque met Wojin and the others.
These guys actually became energetic. It could only be said that the big men of the tribe all had monster-level recovery abilities.
Needless to say, Wojin was a troll. When Duque urgently called Benedictus to help him expel the fire elemental power in his body, Wojin's broken arm began to regenerate at a high speed.
Grom, Varrock, and Kane were not much worse off. When the holy light healed their wounds, these guys actually cried out that they were hungry at one o 'clock in the morning. This made the royal chefs of Storm Stronghold wake up in the middle of the night and cook for them for most of the night.
These guys ate and drank until five o 'clock in the morning before they fell asleep with their stomachs full and satisfied.
Duque looked at them, who slept until 12 o 'clock, and could not imagine their miserable appearance yesterday.
Wojin also glanced at the humanoid Onyxia standing quietly behind Duque, "She …"
Before Duque could answer, Onyxia had already answered, "No! After a good taste of the Dragon Taming Whip, I will be obedient. "
It had to be said that as Countess Katrana Anroso, the Princess of the Black Dragon was definitely at the level of a movie queen.
Even Wojin could not imagine that this Dragon Taming Whip was not the Dragon Taming Whip!
Her complex expression of hatred, indignation, fear, and submission made Wojin immediately believe that Duque did not completely control her.
Only Duque, who was connected to her soul, could feel the calmness and submission coming from her soul.
Grom stepped forward, "We have contacted Chief Saar, and he has ordered that the Blackrock Spire incident will be led by the Alliance, and the rest of us will fully support the Alliance's actions. So, give the order! Commander Duque! "
Duque did not refuse.
For a true martial artist, not even a minute of rest was torture.
Especially the shame brought by the death of three thousand soldiers, they could not sleep well.
Duque waved his hand, "Nefarian needs time, and so do we! So, I give the order to kill the Fire Demon King Ragnaros first! "
"Understood!"
Duque turned his head, "Onyxia, you too!"
"Hmph!" Onyxia tilted her head and snorted as a reply.
Duque looked to the northeast of Stormwind City, where the Blackrock Spire was located.
Nefarian, wash your neck and wait to be slaughtered.
This was different from before. When the fulcrum of the Molten Core was still intact, opening a portal was simply an extravagant hope. Even as a Breaking Dawn Mage, Duque could not do it. But now, it was completely different. With the portal, even if Nefarian dared to come out, Duque was confident that he could deal with him immediately.
Now, apart from the Fire Demon King himself, no one else could stop them in the Molten Core.
Below the Molten Core, Duque's lovers were still a little disappointed that Duque did not come to the hot spring to attack. When they saw the angry eyes of the Horde's elders who kept calling the Black Dragon bastard, they understood the answer.
It turned out that Duque had gone to save the day.
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