The leaders of the Alliance who did not know the situation were moved. Their commander was working too hard. Not only did he have to resist the invasion of the Emerald Dream by the ancient god Enzos, but he also had to use his soul to heal the Green Dragon Queen in order to protect the sky formation of Azeroth.
In reality, Duque only waved the Dragon Taming Whip to explore the mysteries of the dragon's lair, and instantly sent out the Deoxyribose Knights to occupy the dragon's lair again and again.
Duque's harem who knew the truth all sent congratulatory messages.
Queen Sylvie said, "By the way, don't tell me you're going to deal with Alexstrasza too?"
No, no, no, I don't have the guts!
Kalia said, "Do I have another sister?"
That 'another' word was a little hurtful!
Jaina said, "Alright, your Karazhan territory is huge. Prepare a few more dragon lairs this time."
Wait, prepare a few more … What did that mean?
Illucia said, "Let me say this first, Arathor's gold is an important collateral. If you don't want your economy to collapse, don't create a dragon nest full of gold coins."
Pfft! Was Ysera such a shallow dragon who slept on a bed of gold coins?
Imriel said, "I will recommend the dragon horn sheath to Sister Ysera. I accidentally pricked you with my horn last time. "
Wait, she had the ultimate transformation spell to remove dragon horns.
…
Anyway, Duque was tired!
He wanted to suppress the expansion of his harem, but the godly sword had to see blood. It all depended on when Duque's godly sword turned into a dragonblood sword.
Just like that, another three days passed before Varian sent news.
He had successfully rescued Odin.
"Odin said that he has important information about the Pantheon and wants me to meet him personally?!" Duque was stunned.
"Yes! Odin said so. And very seriously, he wants the guardians and dragon aspects to send at least five representatives to meet him! "
Meet! This word was so harsh!
Usually, meeting with someone of high status like the king would be a charity to those of low status.
What did Odin think of the guardians of Azeroth and the strong natives of the various families?
Followers who could come and go at his beck and call?
Or did he really think that he was the God King Odin from Earth?
Duque immediately understood the crux of the matter.
Odin, don't be fooled by how fierce he is.
He was also known as the Chief Protector of Odor, but in reality, there was not a single Protector in Odor who cared about him.
You, Odin, can do whatever you want. We guardians will do our own thing.
It was precisely because of this relationship that Odin was so angry that he almost had a stroke on the spot. Oh, he died of a stroke.
Duke maliciously cursed Odin for his downfall.
It was a pity that the saying 'good people don't live long, but scourges live for a thousand years' could not be perfectly applied to Odin, but it could still be applied to some extent.
In order to confirm his conjecture, Duque directly contacted the Thunder Guardian Torim and Alexstrasza.
"Oh, Odin has returned. He wants us to have an 'audience' with him as soon as he returns. What do you think? "
The Red Dragon Queen's face was nervous, "Duque, you know, the meaning of our existence is to fulfill the duties given to us by the Titans. In fact, the Dragon Sleeping Temple has a set of mechanisms … Just now, the Dragon Sleeping Temple received a set of high-level secret orders, which also requires us, the Guardian Dragons, to send representatives to Odin. "
Duque whistled, "How high is it? Can it be higher than the Observer, Orgaron? "
The Red Dragon Queen was silent.
She could not answer.
Sometimes, refusing to answer a question was the best answer.
That meant he was taller than Olgaron. One had to know that Odin's original hidden boss, Orgaron, in theory, had the right to initiate a world purification and kill all the creatures on Planet Azeroth.
He was equivalent to the Great Celestial Empire's ancient imperial envoy.
On the other side, Torim was also silent.
"Guardians can be allowed to have their own will, but it is limited to their duties. No Titan creation can violate the mission given by the Pantheon. Unless … "
Like Nesario, the Deathwing who Enzos forced to become Deepwell Ice with his whispers, or Loken, the King of Wisdom who brainwashed Yogsaron, a complete degenerate.
Duque shrugged, looking helpless, "Since everyone is unhappy with Odin and has to go due to their duties, I have a small suggestion here."
"Oh?" Torim was surprised.
"Tell me about it!?" Alexstrasza was the most enthusiastic. She felt that the Red Dragon Queen had suddenly turned into a cute, beast-eared girl, wagging her tail.
In fact, everyone knew who Odin represented.
However, there were some people in the world who felt good about themselves and had no idea about their own abilities and actions.
When Odin caused the Guardians of Odin to split up, how dare they say that they had no responsibility at all?
And then oppose Tyr's decision to grant the Ancestor Dragon Titan divine power and turn it into a Guardian Dragon. The Dragon Sleeping Temple would be unhappy with Odin?
Stop joking!
Seeing that the magic mirror images of the big bosses on both sides were looking at him with longing, Duque smiled like a fox, "No, according to legend, Odin's Sky Fortress is an amazing Sky Fortress. I think we can't be rude when we go to meet someone. "
"Wait! It's not appropriate to use Naxxramas and the Dalajan for this kind of thing. "It was true that Torim was the King of Lightning, but he was too honest. Otherwise, why would he foolishly go to the Church of Wisdom to find Loken even though he knew he was no match for them?
"No, no, no, trust me, Torim. Duque is definitely a very powerful kid, and it won't affect the overall situation. "The Red Dragon Queen actually looked more confident than Duque.
Duque laughed, "Leave it to me this time!"
"Yes, I can even entrust my sister to you, of course I trust you." A certain unreliable big sister shouted, and Ysera, who was hiding at the side, blushed on the spot.
Torim was speechless.
Duque was speechless.
So awkward!
What to do?
Urgent!
Waiting online!
The next morning, Storm Fjord.
This place used to have the most chaotic storms and the most chaotic elemental energy flow.
But recently, the crimson sky and the Sky Fortress that was hanging high in the sky, just enough for mortals to see from the ground, were the only main theme here.
Outside the magnificent Martyr's Palace, a bright red carpet was laid out.
One by one, they had white wings, wore armor, and looked like battle angels, and stood in neat rows on both sides of the red carpet.
Sitting on the supreme throne of the Martyr's Palace, Odin, who had a huge body of ten stories tall, was dressed in armor and looked extraordinary.
However, his right index finger kept tapping on the armrest of the throne.
His subordinates all knew that Odin was in a bad mood at the moment.
The appointed time for the audience was approaching, but in theory, none of the guardians who were supposed to come were in sight.
Odin had even "thoughtfully" prepared messengers and magic arrays on the ground opposite the Sky Fortress.
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