"Duque is in Deathwing's claw! That's why Deathwing doesn't use his left claw to attack! "Sasha pointed this out loudly.
"Uh, it's a pity. Maybe we have to mourn the losses of the highest-ranking leaders of the Alliance and the Horde." Falstead sighed. "Maybe Deathwing doesn't like dragon meat and just wants to keep a human as a snack?"
"Damn it! If you say that again, I'll strangle you here! "Sasha showed a rare fierceness, scaring the dwarf into shrinking his neck.
"No, wait. Deathwing didn't kill Duque on the spot. That means Duque is useful to him. Right! Right! That must be it! "At this moment, Sasha almost clapped her hands and cheered for her intelligence.
The dwarf poured cold water on her. "By the way, didn't Sir Marcus give you two colorful things before you took off? I think he said something about the second pouch to be opened when there's danger? "
Pouch!
Sasha didn't know why a man like Duque would make such a fancy thing. When she questioned Duque, this despicable fellow said that it was some kind of pig, some kind of feeling, and some kind of pretentiousness. Anyway, Sasha didn't understand anything.
But this didn't stop Sasha from blushing.
Yes! When there was danger just now, she should have opened the pouch.
She didn't expect to forget everything in her nervousness.
On the Gryphon, against the strong wind, Sasha opened the pouch made of white gauze from her bag. There was a line of words written on it.
"If I'm captured by Deathwing, please don't worry. There's also a small chance that Rhonin will be captured. Of course, if that's the case, you might not open the pouch. "
Seeing the incongruous smiley face at the end of the sentence, Sasha suddenly burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?" Falstead was stunned.
Why did this female elf look so beautiful, like a goddess? Was she actually not a goddess, but a neurotic one?
Sasha didn't answer the dwarf's question and fell into deep thought.
Could it be that Duque already knew the truth about the Red Dragon Queen's capture? Could it be that Duque had already predicted that he would be captured by Deathwing? But what did this have to do with Rhonin?
Her messy thoughts almost drove Sasha crazy.
If they hadn't spent some time together, if Duque wasn't her lord, if he wasn't her sister's lover, if he hadn't saved her life, Sasha might have suspected that the person she had been trying to save had sold his soul to the evil Deathwing.
"What does it want you to do, Duque?" Sasha murmured. "Or rather, what does it want from you?"
Thinking back to Duque's position and importance in the Alliance, Sasha felt a chill run down her spine.
What was worse than the death of the Alliance's Vice Commander due to a curse?
That was the Alliance Vice Commander becoming an Undying or something, defecting to the enemy and falling!
Each of the five Primordial Dragon Guardians had their own unique and unparalleled powers. In the eyes of mortals, that was already godly power. Who knew if Deathwing had the power to resurrect the dead or something like that?
Actually, Sasha was thinking too much. Nethario was never that way.
The more concerned one was, the easier it was to overthink.
After an unknown amount of time, Duque woke up.
His back was stinging, not because he was injured, but purely because of the tree roots and pebbles he was leaning against.
Thinking back, ever since he was tricked by Gul 'dan and was forced into a life countdown, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. Camping was a common occurrence. Ever since entering the wetland, he had settled down with the dwarves for two days.
There were some benefits, such as being able to see Sasha's delicate and curious face every morning when he woke up. Even though he knew that she was his sister-in-law, it didn't stop Duque from using her to reminisce about Aurelia!
He knew Aurelia's temperament. Such a strong-willed heroine wouldn't fall in love easily. Once she did, if he died, even if Aurelia didn't die with him, she would be a widow for the rest of her life.
Sensing the recent changes in Sasha, Duque realized that he was also a sinner.
It was one thing to settle the big sister, but how did he get involved with his sister-in-law?
When he opened his eyes, there was obviously nothing good in front of him.
It was still night in his field of vision.
The rolling dark clouds in the sky added a dark aura to the world.
He was in the middle of a forest, but it was dead silent everywhere.
There were no animals moving in the forest, and there were no frogs croaking in summer. No, there weren't even insects chirping. There was nothing but the frightening sound of the cold wind.
Even though he was mentally prepared, the oppressive ominous feeling still made Duque feel suffocated.
"Oh, you're awake … I was thinking of spells that could wake you up in advance without hurting you. Unfortunately, all I know are large-scale destructive spells, and nothing is suitable for this situation. This makes me very annoyed. "
Wings of Death?
Duque turned his head to look in front of him … Actually, he had already checked the moment he opened his eyes …
There was nothing there, and a black shadow quickly appeared out of thin air. In just three seconds, it formed a hooded figure.
The black figure in front of him looked like a clumsy mirror clone created by an unqualified mage. However, there wouldn't be any clone in the world that had such high purity of dark energy, and there wouldn't be a clone that was filled with the arrogance of the standard version of Long Aotian.
It had nothing to do with the appearance. Just the dark energy that was leaking out and turning into a solid form was proof enough.
The thing that looked like a human continued to change. It was like a high-speed 3D printer was working, and the black shadow formed a more complete silhouette.
A face appeared from under the hood. It was a calm, handsome, and confident man. His face was no different from the noble nobles of Rotterdam … at least that was how it looked on the surface.
"Duke Marcus, are you alright? I've confirmed that you're not seriously injured. After all, it's not easy for me to control my strength with those big claws of mine. "
"It's still in one piece. But speaking of which, if I go back and check on any injuries, if I need to send you my medical bills, where can I send them to? Mr. Wings of Death …? "Duque replied with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
The corners of his thin lips curled up slightly, forming a stiff and mean smile. The Wings of Death, who had transformed into a human, smiled and asked, "Since you know who I am, it's easy."
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