That year in the ancient times.
Nesario was still a good young man. He diligently followed the orders of the Titans of Creation and guarded the land of Azeroth day after day. Until he found some prisons in the depths of the earth where the Ancient Gods were imprisoned, and then he was shot.
The Ancient Gods began to whisper to him, even though they were separated by the prison cage, even though he had left the prison area, they were still whispering to him.
They whispered to Nesario with a continuous chain of incantations that were more terrifying than Tang Seng in Journey to the West.
Just imagine, anyone would be in a trance if someone kept repeating "You're a loli" in their ear for twenty minutes, not to mention being called at such a high frequency for who knows how many years.
The Ancient Gods gradually eroded Nesario's heart. They made Nesario believe that as long as he destroyed all the other races in Azeroth, he could let his Black Dragon Legion rule the world and enslave the Green Dragon Queen Ysera and the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza.
Now the amulet of Deathwing had a similar effect on Duque's brainwashing.
It was a low-frequency speech that would not be perceived by the human auditory system. It seemed that people could not hear it, but in fact, the brain would still be able to sense it.
Seeing the system prompt translated into the common language, Duque chuckled.
"You — Duke Marcus is my — the most loyal servant of the great Deathwing. My orders are the highest meaning of your life. As long as I give you an order, even if I want you to kill your dearest person, you will do it unconditionally and without hesitation! My will is your will. My enemy is your enemy! "
After reading this message that kept appearing in the system prompt, Duque curled his lips. "You should have added 'it's not me that's wrong, it's the world'."
"Host, how should I deal with it?"
"Continue to receive it, but in order to avoid being discovered by that stupid dragon, don't block it. Every time you accumulate a thousand of the same message, delete it automatically. When you find a new command, filter it and notify me. "
"Understood, host."
Looking at the darkness around him, Duque suddenly felt a little envious of the elves' ability to see in the dark.
In a primeval forest where one couldn't even see their own fingers in front of them, walking at night would either mean encountering ghosts or stepping on some terrible snakes and insects and getting bitten instead.
Duque shuddered and gave up on the idea of walking at night. He found a small tree hole and used the power of the storm to remove the stains inside. After asking the System Elf to stand guard, he went to sleep.
After a night of tossing and turning, Duque was also exhausted.
The next morning, when Duque woke up, he felt as if he had aged another year. This was not an illusion. The curse from the Demon King Sargeras was still devouring his life force.
Calculating with his fingers, he realized that he had spent a few days wandering in Rotterdam, two days on the road, four days after entering the wetland, and three days at Muradin's place. Two weeks passed in a flash.
In the countdown timer, he only had two weeks to live.
'Holy f * ck! Let's see if Krasus is good or not! If he isn't, Yours Truly is going to turn into a ghoul!' In history, even someone as perfect as Queen Sylvia didn't dare to see her own sister after becoming the Forgotten Queen. If he really became a ghoul, even Aurelia probably wouldn't be able to bear it.
He had to hurry.
Who knew what other tricks would come out of it.
He tidied himself up.
"Well, if I don't make the first contact, I guess Deathwing won't be at ease with me. System Elf, start the quarantine procedure. "
"Yes."
After gently instructing the System Elf, an idea arose in Duque's mind — how should I go to Grim Batol?
This was an experiment, and Duque also knew that he was playing with fire. If he was exposed at this point in time, he would probably end up dead. Duke's heart was filled with thrill and excitement, as if he was on a crazy roller coaster.
It was the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife, playing on a tightrope without any insurance in a sea of fire.
Every cell in his body was jumping with excitement, and every inch of his flesh and bones seemed to be on fire.
"I'm willing to bet that with Deathwing's insidious and cunning personality, even if he left, he definitely wouldn't have gone far. That bastard is definitely hiding nearby, and once he feels that something is wrong with me, he will immediately run over and kill me. "Duque muttered to himself.
While muttering, he couldn't wait to see the results. In the Sea of Consciousness, Duque sent the system prompt 'How should I go to Grim Batol?'. He clicked send.
Almost as soon as this thought was sent out, the talisman that Deathwing sent out reacted.
A video file was stuffed into the system's quarantine area. He didn't know if it was the System Elf's bad taste, but this guy made the video into a file, and the f * cking file name was' Deathwing 01.mp4. '
After glancing at it, Duque was speechless: System, if you're so awesome, why the f * ck aren't you the sequel to the 'm2st' Blu-ray movie?
Although he was complaining, Duque still clicked on the video.
In the Spiritual World, Duque had an additional window.
The eye-catching woodland just happened to appear in the video.
However, this video was a three-dimensional image. Duque gritted his teeth and let the video directly enter his brain.
Out of the woodland, there was a rocky wasteland. On the wasteland, there was a barren path that was probably trodden out by dwarven hunters. Through this path, he could reach Grim Batol and the mountain where the Beastmen imprisoned the Red Dragon Queen.
Looking at the direction of the sun and Grim Batol, Duque immediately knew his approximate location.
Deathwing took him very far, from the middle of the wetlands to the mountains in the southeast of the wetlands, probably between Grim Batol and the Boulder Dam.
This not only saved him a few days of travel, but the most important thing was that going this way meant that he could perfectly avoid the Horde's formation at the foot of Grim Batol Fortress. After all, there were a hundred thousand Horde there. He didn't know how many there were, so he couldn't run away from the word 'no less'.
Although this path was a mountain road, as long as he was diligent, he could reach Grim Batol in two or three days.
The image was jumping, and in the next instant, the image of the surroundings of Grim Batuo immediately appeared in the image.
Before Duque could react, the video began to move.
It moved slowly at first, then faster and faster.
It was obvious that this view from a bird's eye view wasn't human. It was probably recorded by Deathwing using some special aerial photography method.
The video kept following a small path and quickly passed through the forest to a rocky area. There, it turned and continued to speed up. The cliffs and valleys quickly receded, and the trees became a blur.
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