A man and a dragon.
One was sitting on the ground, and the other was standing on the grass.
Just like that, they confronted each other.
Suddenly, Deathwing said, "You're not planning to attack me or try to escape?"
Duque blurted out, "Why should I attack you or try to escape?"
Deathwing was a little speechless. In his expectations, this young human would most likely panic after encountering him. He would either attack him like a madman or try to run away while wetting his pants.
Duque's calmness was beyond his expectations.
In fact, at this time, Duque was madly complaining in his heart.
Attack you? I'm not an idiot who thinks I'm cute after eating some retard today.
To deal with you, even in the game, I'd have to gather 25 companions who could kill gods and ghosts. I'm not stupid enough to kill an Epic-level Boss as an elite monster.
Of course, there's no need to mention escaping. If magic wasn't taken into account, in terms of speed alone, there was really no creature in this world that could be faster than the Black Dragon King.
Therefore, Duke, who was a transmigrator, calmly faced the Wing of Death, Nesario.
The incarnation of the Black Dragon sat down in front of Duque. It was unknown whether he was sitting on a chair that appeared out of thin air, an invisible stool, or a large rock. Anyway, because it was blocked by the robe, there was no way to see it.
Deathwing's dark and bright eyes stared unblinkingly at Duque. He tried to kill anyone he stared at with his eyes, completely suppressing Duke in terms of aura.
If Deathwing's eyes had the power of something like [Shadow Flame] or [Deep Breath], Duque might have knelt on the ground and shouted, "Tycoon, please let me hug your thigh."
Since he was prepared, Duque certainly wouldn't give in so easily. He cheated …
Nesario did not know what Duque did. He only knew that the eyes of the human in front of him became slightly hollow. For a moment, he almost thought that the Duque in front of him was not a living human.
Deathwing started to feel a little annoyed or impatient.
Fortunately, just as Deathwing was about to go berserk because he could not suppress this pitiful low-level creature in his eyes, Duque seemed to involuntarily avert his gaze.
Deathwing rarely felt a sense of joy from winning.
"Very good, you at least know how to show respect and humility to a greater existence than you," Deathwing said arrogantly. "This is a very good start."
Duque remained silent.
Of course, in his heart, it was a completely different matter. Bastard black-skinned lizard, hurry up and hand over the item and scram! Otherwise, don't blame me for chopping off your head and hanging it on the city gates of Stormwind City. Do you hear me, Nesario?
Deathwing said to himself, "But in case you do something inappropriate, it's better for me to warn you in advance."
A rock on the left of Duque suddenly began to burn … Then, it melted in front of his eyes. The melted rock instantly turned into magma. The magma did not flow to the ground and simply spread. Instead, under the guidance of a mysterious force, it quickly circled around Duque and the man behind Duque.
A huge circle of lava with a radius of about two meters surrounded Duque. Then, the lava disappeared quickly and completely, as fast as the rock melted in the beginning.
The whole process only took a few seconds. Duque was already on a cylindrical ground separated by a deep trench.
"The nemesis of the orcs, the savior of the humans, the deputy commander of the great Lordaeron Alliance — Duke Marcus …" At this point, Deathwing paused clearly. But his next words clearly told Duque that he had said so much about Duque's name before was purely sarcastic.
Because his next words were:
"If I wanted to, this would be your end."
Well, full of arrogance, full marks.
But Duque was unhappy, and he cursed in his heart, Deathwing, I'll f * ck all the women in your family!
Deathwing could not read minds. He was very satisfied with the trembling of Duque's body and the beads of cold sweat that dripped from his forehead.
"This misunderstanding stems from a lack of understanding of each other. You humans know too little about the Dragon Race. "
Duque seemed to be suppressing the fear in his heart, and sneered. "Are you sure dragons don't turn humans who intend to communicate with dragons into snacks?"
Duque's joke seemed to be too cold and not funny at all. But Deathwing was very happy. He actually laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder. He became more and more excited, to the point of madness.
"I remember now. I did do this before. I quickly gave up this method. Human meat is too little, too fragile, and not chewy at all. "Deathwing admitted this without hiding it.
This made Duque's disgust for Deathwing rise to another level.
In his heart, Duque kept muttering something about [Dark Fire Titahaq Step of Time], something about [Essence of Destruction], something about [Dark Fire Blazing Dragon's Reins].
Well, if Deathwing knew what these things were, he would immediately change back to his original form and slap Duque to death.
These items were dropped by Deathwing when he was knocked down in the game!
Of course, Deathwing, who did not know that Duque was constantly courting death in his heart, was happy to exert his majesty and terror on this insignificant human.
He sat down and stretched out a hand, palm facing up. Above his palm, an image suddenly jumped out. A tiny dragon-shaped image flew in a lush green world. Those dragons were of all kinds of colors, like a seven-colored rainbow. An overwhelming sense of joy filled the air, and even Duke felt a wave of emotion.
Ah! Jurassic Park!
Deathwing's voice reminded Duque of the famous commentary in the animal world.
"At that time, the world was ours, and we protected it well; magic was ours, and we guarded it well; life was ours … and we reveled in it. Then other inferior species appeared, forms that made us nauseous, lives that were too brief to be worth mentioning. They were reckless and reckless, always reckless without considering the consequences. Because of their stupidity, they attracted the demons. "
Duque spread his hands in his heart. I'm not going to take the blame for Savis and Queen Azshara.
"If it weren't for the efforts of our dragon race, this world would have been destroyed long ago. Even ten thousand Lordaeron Alliances can't compare to the challenges we once faced. Dragon race! It was our dragon race who worked together to drive the demons out of this world … "
Deathwing waved his arms excitedly.
Duque touched his chin. Well, with a moustache, he could cosplay as Germany's Führer.
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