It was different this time. Among the third-generation Red Dragons, Gryphon was one of the more valued ones. Although he was violent and had a serious tendency to destroy, as a combat dragon, all these could only be regarded as advantages.
Gryphon was killed almost instantly.
The Red Dragon Queen did not sense the specific situation, but she instinctively believed that it must be a strong one.
But the image of the soul sent by a little female dragon later made Alexstrasza not know whether to laugh or cry.
Duke Marcus.
The moment she saw the image, Alexstrasza recognized Duque.
To be honest, Alexstrasza had never taken the strong humans seriously. There were only a few humans who could really catch her eye. Back then, even when it came to Breaking Dawn Mages and monarchs like Anastrian and Antonidas, this queen only said "oh" and did not continue.
Even in the long tens of thousands of years, there were not many great people who could be remembered by her.
The only one she remembered was Duque, and it was Duque, who was only an Earth Mage at that time.
There was no other reason than that the siege of Karazhan had left a deep impression on her.
The magic barrage that was like a torrential rain, the magic baptism that seemed to be able to cause the entire Red Dragon Army to suffer heavy casualties, was actually forcibly turned into unprecedented fireworks by that little Duque.
Alexstrasza felt as if her entire race had been toyed with by Duke. She couldn't even hit the target with a small spell that didn't even count as an itch, but would always hit the target. Later on, she had to secretly be grateful to this cunning young man, and almost gave him a certificate of merit.
Now, he was here again.
As a possible savior.
Speaking of which, being controlled this time was the dragons shooting themselves in the foot.
Because of Nesario's betrayal, the dragons suffered heavy casualties, and even caused the blue dragons to almost go extinct.
In the end, the corrupted Soul of the Dragon was taken back, and the dragons cast a spell on this divine artifact that had become the Soul of the Demon, making it impossible for any dragon to use this divine artifact. But the arrogant dragons forgot about the other races, which led to today's humiliation.
If it was in the past, she wouldn't have cared if the Alliance sent a kid to save her.
Unfortunately, after being controlled by the [Devil's Soul] and enslaved by the orcs, the dignity of the dragons had been trampled on.
Being chained up, being wantonly beaten, and being subjected to pain on the soul level …
Moreover, the Orc Warlock Nekros was already using her as a bargaining chip to force the second-generation dragons to mate and produce more young dragons for the tribe.
If Alexstrasza hadn't discovered that as long as she maintained her human form, the Orcs wouldn't force her to mate with other dragons, the outcome might have been even worse.
In fact, Alexstrasza couldn't hold on much longer. She could feel herself weakening on a spiritual level. If she completely succumbed or weakened, then she would not be able to maintain the protective magic on her dragon egg to protect her child that might be born.
The Azeroth Dragon was a little strange. The eggs of the female dragon were not the real offspring. Just like a human female's egg, not every egg would become a child, but an egg would be released every month.
The Red Dragon was similar. Female dragons would ovulate at relatively regular intervals — dragon eggs. However, these dragon eggs could only hatch and become real dragons after the male dragon imbued them with a special spiritual inheritance and power. Of course, female dragons could also use their power to catalyze the eggs to hatch young dragons, but these young dragons were usually just trash.
The power of the parents determined the upper limit of the offspring's power. If a dragon wanted to give birth to a strong offspring, it was best to find a dragon of a similar level as a partner.
Alexstrasza knew very well that countless ambitious people were eyeing her precious dragon eggs.
The Red Dragon Queen couldn't help but mutter in her heart, Duque! Come and save me. If you can save me before my babies are destroyed, then I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life. Otherwise … Hmph! If it's too late, don't blame me for taking it out on you … Uh, it seems like I can't beg a little human to be so perfect … I'm so conflicted …
On the one hand, she had to place her hopes on Duque and hope that he would come quickly. On the other hand, she felt that it was too much to place her hopes on a human who wasn't very powerful.
Alexstrasza, who was deep in the whirlpool of despair, was actually a little confused at this moment.
Duque could not guess the thoughts of the once high and mighty Red Dragon Queen.
At this moment, Duque had met an unexpected ally.
In the original time and space, when the Alliance mobilized to save the Red Dragon Queen, the main force of the Horde had already been defeated, leaving only the scattered tribes and clans resisting stubbornly. Therefore, in the entire wetland area, besides the Orc Dragon Riders of the Dragonmaw Clan, there were also a large number of Alliance armed forces — the Griffin Knights of the Wildhammer Dwarves from the Eagle Nest Mountain, the Bronzebeard Dwarves from the Iron Furnace Castle, and the Silver Hand from Lordaeron.
At this point in time, this was the standard definition of the enemy's rear.
Duque didn't expect anyone to come here to help him, but who knew that he would meet an important person — Prince Muradin Bronzebeard.
He was said to be a prince because the father of the three Bronzebeard brothers had died, and now Magni Bronzebeard was the king. As Magni's second brother, Muradin was naturally promoted to a prince.
After the little female dragon ran away, seeing Muradin and a group of Dwarven Warriors emerge from the ground, Duque was dumbfounded. "Why are you here?"
"Nonsense! You, the deputy commander of the Alliance, can come, why can't I, the Khaz Modan Dwarf, be here? "
Yes, dwarves were always so simple and direct. In the eyes of humans, this was almost too rough.
Duque couldn't help but smile.
That's right! Strictly speaking, this was still dwarven territory, just that it was occupied by the Horde.
"Haha, I was wrong. I'm so happy to see you, my friend. "Duque bent down happily and opened his arms.
Duque immediately knew that he was too happy.
"Welcome, Bronzebeard Dwarf, my eternal friend." Muradin, who was carrying at least 60 kilograms of armor, almost pounced on Duque and gave him a bear hug.
"Ka la la." Duque could clearly hear the crisp sound of his bones. Just a little more, and Duque felt that he would have broken many bones all over his body.
Muradin immediately realized that he had gone too far, and immediately let go of Duque. "Damn it, you human mages just have weak bodies."
Woo woo! I'm asking for it! It's my fault! I'm just a university animal, and I transmigrated to this body. You're blaming me? I'm already training! I'm training, alright!
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