Just as Duque smashed the platinum disc onto the Crimson Dragon's head, Nefarian, who was sitting on the throne on the highest floor of the Blackrock Spire, jumped up as if his butt had been pricked.
He could clearly feel that he had lost control of the Crimson Dragon's soul. It wasn't because of the Crimson Dragon's death. Instead, it was because an even stronger power had forcefully seized control from him.
This was a resounding slap to his face!
He knew what was going on.
He claimed to be the King of Black Dragons, the supreme ruler of all Black Dragons. Now, he was defeated by the remaining power of his father.
Even if Duque had used a trick, it was still a devastating blow to his confidence and pride.
His face turned green and red. His swollen face was filled with gloominess.
Suddenly, a seductive and sinister voice barged into Nefarian's mind uninvited.
"Hehe, seems like you need help?"
"No! It's none of your business! Enzos, "Nefarian said firmly," I remember very clearly that I did not call you! "
"Hehe! I'm just here to remind you that Onyxia, whom you view as a sacrifice, isn't in your lair. "Enzos sneered.
"But Duque is here!" Nefarian argued.
"Hehe! I hope your toy can take care of this legendary human! "Enzos said noncommittally.
Nefarian's face turned red, and his fists trembled.
On the other hand, the Crimson Dragon faced an outcome that he had never imagined. Duque had miraculously seized control of him from Nefarian.
"This … This … This is …" The violent Dark Power that had caused him to fall was rapidly dissipating in his body.
His power to surpass his own limits was obtained at the cost of burning his life and soul.
As the Dark Power dissipated, what replaced the frenzy and numbness was unimaginable pain in his body, mind, and soul. The sudden and terrifying impact was enough to destroy the rationality of most living beings.
As a powerful being who had maintained a certain degree of rationality in the darkest of times, Vaelastrasz's willpower was undoubtedly shocking.
However, no matter how ambitious he was, he did not dare to imagine that there would be a time when he could escape from the abyss.
The Dragon's face was filled with shock and confusion.
Sensing that the giant dragon under his feet had stopped struggling and convulsing, Duque said loudly, "Relax your will, don't resist, and recognize me as your master. Otherwise, Nefarian will still have a chance to take back your control."
Although he did not understand how Duque did it, but with the relationship between Duque and his queen, obeying Duque was a million times better than obeying the evil Black Dragon King!
Varastaz immediately did as he was told, allowing Duque's will to invade his soul and turn his spiritual world upside down.
He could clearly feel the slave imprint that was branded in the deepest part of his soul, filled with shame, being rewritten. It changed from a ferocious black dragon head to a blue whirlwind.
It was impossible for him to know that this was Duque's trick. Duque first simulated the authority of the Black Dragon King that was recognized by the World of Azeroth with Neltharion's scales in the Dragon's Soul, and overrode Nefarian's authority. Then, he got 'Neltharion' to transfer the ownership of Varastaz to the owner of the platinum disc, which was Duque himself.
These layers of tricks were all based on one fact. The arrogant Nefarian had defined the highest authority as the 'King of the Black Dragons', and not Nefarian's name.
This was a loophole, and Du Ke was the only one in the world who could exploit it.
It was not until Duque finished all this in ten seconds that he heaved a sigh of relief. However, this was not the end, because the battle was still going on. Duque turned his head. "Kaliya, help Old Cow. The rest, help Magni!"
Everyone dispersed and went back to their own duties.
On the ground, Varastaz seemed to be still in a dream. "I'm free? But … Sigh … Thank you, Duke Marcus. I'll try my best to go to the Dragonbone Waste myself. "
Feeling his terrible condition, Varastaz no longer had any hope of survival.
The berserk dark energy drained him too much, easily surpassing the limits of what an Ancient Giant Dragon could endure. Although he looked like he had a broken claw and his spine had been pierced by a sword, he was actually an empty shell inside.
Under the shiny dragon scales and dragon skin were the remaining dry muscles and flesh that had been overdrawn and squeezed.
At this moment, he was like a sick dragon that was too old to move.
"Heh? Is the despair in your eyes only at this level? "Duque's sarcastic tone made Varastaz uncomfortable.
If Duque wasn't the one who pulled him out of the Dark Abyss, he might have already spat dragon breath at him.
Just as he was about to say something, Duque continued, "Sorry, I've seen even deeper and more terrifying despair in the ancient war."
"You … You participated in the ancient war?! That's right! You're that Du Kang! " As an old dragon who had also participated in the cruel ancient war, Varastaz suddenly became spirited.
"No one else can save you! That doesn't mean that I can't save you! "Suddenly, an emerald Light of Life appeared in Duque's hand.
"This is …" The red dragon's vertical pupils suddenly constricted.
Of course, he knew what it was. This was the [Life Blessing] of his most respected queen!
With it, no matter how serious the injury, even if he was on his last breath, he could still be full of vigor and revive on the spot the next moment!
His eyes suddenly revealed an endless desire for survival.
But in the next instant, he gave up on himself.
"No! Don't give me His Majesty's treasure, I don't deserve it! I failed! Not only did I fail to keep an eye on Nefarian, but I even became his minion and slaughtered countless innocent mortals. I'm guilty! I — "
* Smack! * The red dragon was slapped by a huge palm made of arcane energy.
"Enough! Do you really want to die like this and let the Doomsday Army have another bone dragon to control? "
Varastaz was frightened by this terrifying future, but he still hesitated. "But my soul is damaged, and my strength can never return to before …"
Ignoring the opinion of this kind but strangely stubborn silly dragon, Duque directly pressed the Red Dragon Queen's [Life Blessing] into his head.
"Ah —"
Following the silly dragon's scream, a powerful life force was injected into his broken body, rapidly healing every wound on his body. His blood vessels that had been tortured by the violent power, his muscles that were bleeding everywhere, and his heart that was starting to fail — everything was reactivated by this life force.
"I … I … I …"
"Enough! Stop calling me, me, me, me! If you really can't find a future for yourself, go be my woman's mount! "
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