"Hey, Master, you called me?" Onyxia walked briskly into Duque's room. "What are you going to do today? The balcony? The bathroom? The hall? Or the kitchen? "
The black dragon girl who had transformed into Countess Katrana pulled up her skirt seductively, revealing her fair calves.
Duque was speechless.
It was all his fault. He had tamed too many dragons, and the dragons were tamed. It was just that he was too unscrupulous and used all his tricks. The result was that the scheming dragon who had tried to overthrow Stormwind was turned into a secretary dragon.
If there was something to do, he would do it with his mount.
"Ahem!" Duke pretended to be serious and coughed twice, then sternly said: "Onyxia, have you realized that you used to dare to argue with anyone? Now, you can't even beat anyone of the same rank? "
Onyxia's face, which was originally a mix of charm and nobility, suddenly changed. "Master … Are … Are you tired of me?"
A cross-shaped vein appeared on Duque's forehead. "No! What I mean is, you are about to see your original fate. "
The black dragon princess felt her heart suddenly contract violently.
"In the original future, you and your brother will become the same existence — a zombie dragon. I think it won't be long before you see him again. "
Onyxia was finally afraid when Duque mentioned Nefarian. She knelt on the spot and prostrated in front of Duque. "Thank you for your pity, Master."
Duque did not comfort her anymore. "The pity of a true demigod is never cheap. You can only obtain my pity because you have at least given your loyalty. "
That's right. It was already a miracle to make a powerful black dragon, who was originally insidious and cunning, give her loyalty.
In the end, Du Ke was still a little disappointed and wanted to give her a warning.
She also knew that she was lazy and lacked motivation. She thought that she could rely on her natural demigod body to survive. Now it seemed that Duque was not satisfied.
"I … I will work hard in the future."
"In the past, I treated you as my mount mainly because I was worried and because of my vanity. After being conferred as a god for so long, I'm also indifferent to it. Azeroth and the Burning Legion would eventually have a decisive battle. When the time comes, you'll have to take charge. " Duque paused. "You've proven your loyalty. It's time to prove your courage."
Courage?
Originally, the Black Dragon didn't need any courage. After all, black dragons were already at the top of the Azeroth food chain. If there was anything that Onyxia was afraid of, it would be her father, Nesario.
Hearing Duque's words, Onyxia shivered instinctively.
But she soon calmed down again.
Perhaps her father was indeed very strong and crazy.
So what?
"If Master can kill him once, then she can kill him a second time, a third time, countless times!" Onyxia didn't know why she came to such a magical conclusion.
Obviously, she had become confident. She shouted in her heart, "Yes! My master holds the fate of the entire Azeroth in his hands! He is the God of Fate! There is no existence that can compete with the God of Fate! Even my once 'invincible' father can't do it! "
Thinking of this, the look in her eyes changed from confidence to incomparable determination.
"Master, I won't let you down!" After saying that, like a docile cat, she took Duque's left hand, rubbed it on her smooth face, and then left.
Duke's gaze sharpened as he watched Onyxia's silhouette disappear into the distance. His gaze seemed to transcend time and space, across the plane barrier, and saw the Earth Elemental Plane — in the isolated temple in the Stony Continent, a certain Fallen Guardian Dragon that had long been torn apart.
The Wings of Death alone could no longer cause any trouble.
Duque clearly remembered that Nefarian's corpse had disappeared.
There was a moment when, under the hint of Queen Saloras, Duque almost thought that N 'Zoth wanted to mess up the Wings of Death family.
For example, Nefarian's body, and then the heads of Nethario and his wife.
Hmm, something like a three-headed dragon, that was quite cute.
It was also very cool.
Duque soon felt that this was not reliable.
It was very simple. If they really played the three-headed dragon as one, then whose body would be the main one?
The Wings of Death's body had long been reduced to ashes, leaving only the dragon head that was relatively intact.
Whether it was Nefarian or Sinestra, there was an absolute difference in size compared to the Wings of Death's body. If either of their bodies were used as the torso, it would only be a weakening, not a strengthening.
Such a method of neglecting the essentials was not advisable.
If N 'Zoth really did this, Duque would be very happy to get rid of Nethario again and enjoy the greatest dragon-slaying achievement alone!
Now, Nethario was waiting quietly, brewing his hatred for Duque and all the low-level creatures on the surface, waiting for the time to use the Fire of Resurrection to devour the world again.
Wasn't Duque already set up everything and waiting for Nethario to deliver himself to him?
"Make your move, I can't wait anymore!"
As in history, the first to make a move was the Twilight Church.
On the Alliance's side, although Duque had long used the magic net to monitor the movements of many Twilight believers, Saloras had interrogated Beneditas, the leader of the Twilight Church in the Alliance, and obtained a more detailed and high-level list.
The Alliance's purge of the Twilight believers went quite smoothly.
The Alliance's internal economy and people's livelihood were good, so there was no place for the Doomsday Church to spread. Coupled with the Alliance's decapitation strategy, the Twilight riot on the Alliance's side ended before it even started.
Many people did not even know that the Twilight believers had been killed. Instead, they were surprised by the Alliance's military control.
Occasionally, elemental creatures began to attack the Alliance's main cities, but — did they really think that Duque's arrangements were for nothing?
There were four guards of the Alkafon's treasury, plus two Odul Guardians. If there were so many powerful beings in charge, the Alliance's main cities would still be able to overturn the sky with elemental creatures. In that case, Duque would not be able to survive.
Compared to the peace of the Alliance, the Horde was in a terrible situation.
Sal wanted to cast a net and wait for the Twilight believers to contact the higher-level core figures so that he could catch them all in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, perhaps the death of Beneditas had triggered the nerves of the Twin-headed Ogre Gugal.
Gugal had actually made his move ahead of time.
When Thrall heard Orgrimmar's alarm and rushed out of the Great Chief's palace, he was shocked to see that Orgrimmar stood in the middle of the mountains. Amidst the scattered mountains, he could see no less than 30 giant portals.
Countless fire elemental creatures rushed out and wantonly destroyed everything in Ogrimma.
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