Deathwing looked at Duque. His dark eyes emitted some kind of psychedelic light as he stared straight into Duque's eyes. "The era of our dragon race is over. Elves, then dwarves, and finally humans. They wantonly occupied every corner of this world. Our numbers are decreasing, and what's worse is that we are fighting and killing each other. "
No, no, no. That's just because you tried to kill everyone and were discovered to be cheating. As a result, you were hunted down by four families.
"We clearly made such a great sacrifice together to protect this beautiful world. Why do we have to fight each other?"
Damn, you can even say such artistic words? Boss Nesario, I don't think the commercial Little Golden Man is suitable for you. How about the Berlin Silver Bear Award for Best Male Pig Trotters?
"Misleading ideas, bad communication …"
Yo, I have a phone number for communication, 10086. Do you want it?
"Sigh, there are too many reasons. Even if I have time to explain it to you, as a human, you won't understand it all. "
Well, don't talk nonsense anymore. Let's do it directly. Hand over the thing, and we will disband and never see each other again. Good for you, good for me, and good for everyone.
Wings of Death raised his head forty-five degrees, looking like he was bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind. Those two drops of tears were enough to make him a sad, beautiful man. As he sighed, the psychedelic color in his eyes became even more intense, "Because of those reasons, our numbers have become so few."
His gaze turned, and the sadness in his eyes became more intense. He seemed to have seen through Duque's thoughts. "The past is the past! The world is always improving. I am willing to make up for the mistakes of the past … For the future of the world and the dragon race, to fight against the evil Orcs. Duque, I am willing to help you rescue the captured Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza. "
Ah! I believe it! If I were a blind native and not a transmigrator, I might really believe it. Unfortunately, I am a transmigrator! Even if I were blind, I wouldn't dare to believe a word from a psychopath like you! I'm sorry, Boss Nesario.
In the spiritual world, Duque looked at the various notifications from the system while making his facial muscles show both touched and dazed expressions.
Deathwing was very satisfied with Duque's reaction. He stretched out a hand, and in his palm was a small silver talisman that looked like a badge.
Du Ke seemed to be possessed, his fingers stretched out spontaneously, grabbed the talisman, and took it.
Duque looked down at the amulet and carefully examined the magic runes engraved on the edge of it, as well as the black crystal in the center. He could recognize some of the runes, and he seemed to have seen some in the books of Karazhan, but he had never seen most of the runes that belonged to the dragon language.
Even so, Duque could still feel the powerful magic coming from it.
This was a mana that far surpassed Wizard Chen Xing's.
Radiant Moons, no, even Breaking Dawn Wizards might not be able to control it.
"You will successfully liberate Alexstrasza, my obedient little puppet." After abandoning the hypocritical mask, a strange inhuman smile appeared on Deathwing's face. "As long as I have this, I can be with you and guide you step by step towards victory … and the destruction of the Alliance and the Horde …"
After an unknown amount of time, Duque was still standing there like a block of wood.
Looking at the words of the System Notification, Duke did not dare to move at all. He could only pretend to be an amusing idiot who was really hypnotized. He stood there foolishly, eating the slightly hot night wind as his supper.
System Notification:
"The Skeleton Boss, Deathwing, has left. You have successfully removed the Boss battle template."
It was only when he saw this notification that Duque completely relaxed and collapsed to the ground.
Duque panted heavily and asked, "System Elf, has this thing been blocked?"
The System Elf replied, "All signals sent from this talisman will be delayed by 10 minutes. When necessary, I will perform Illusion Projection on it."
"That's good."
Just now, Duque was really walking on a tightrope.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was dancing on the tip of a knife in front of the gates of hell.
That's right, from the beginning to the end, Duque was waiting for Deathwing to appear. Only Deathwing was the key to saving Alexstrasza, and also the key to saving his life.
The so-called history had long been changed beyond recognition by Duque, the troublesome butterfly. Saving the Red Dragon Queen in advance, Duque really did not have the confidence to provoke Deathwing.
To be honest, from the moment they entered the wetlands, everything that Duque did was to provoke this black dragon boss to come out. Even if he killed the powerful young Red Dragon Gazela, it was just to prove his worth to the Wings of Death.
Duque was not completely sure that Deathwing would find him and not the original protagonist of this incident, Rhonin. So even if the unreliable Rhonin was a mascot, Duque had to bring Rhonin along.
Now it was proven that Duque's risk was right.
In the original history, it was because there was no other reliable person to save Alexstrasza that Deathwing found Rhonin, which later led to the story of the legendary Mage Rhonin.
At this point in time, there was a better and more powerful Duque, so why not use Deathwing?
Moreover, according to the sinister and cunning Deathwing's methods, as the Alliance's Deputy Commander, Duque was much more useful than a mere Rhonin.
In fact, as long as he survived Deathwing's mind control and was not discovered, Duque was extremely safe.
However, was it so easy to deceive a special existence that was a super boss level in the game?
Duque had prepared a lot for this.
His greatest preparation and greatest reliance was his one and only system.
Since the system could be independent of his thoughts, manage the magic transmission for him, and even repeat the incantation in his mind to cast spells. Duque boldly set up a "thinking shell" for himself that wrapped around his soul.
Simply put, all information from the outside world that attempted to enter Duque's mind would first be filtered by the system, and after a strict but rapid review, it would enter Duque's mind after about a second of delay.
Any information from the outside world would first be strictly screened by the system, first converted into simple text and graphics, and finally converted into bioelectronic signals, which were laughed at by Duque's brain.
Relying on this preparation, Duque immediately discovered what Deathwing had done to him — hypnosis.
This was not an ordinary weak hypnosis. It was also not some kind of psychological suggestion.
This was a unique brainwashing thought that came from the Ancient God N 'Zoth. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a brainwashing program.
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