There was no navigator, no anemometer, everything was judged by sight, and these two damned goblins had the guts to drive the airship into the clouds without hesitation. There were a few times when Duque saw cliffs suddenly appear on the side of the airship, but it was Duque who rushed up to steer the airship to prevent it from being destroyed and killed.
At that moment, the two stupid goblins were still trying to fix the hole in the balloon.
Duque, who could not take it anymore, had already prepared for the worst. He directly gave the control of activating the Ice Barrier to the System Elf. Because he could not guarantee that he would have the concentration and reflexes to open the Ice Barrier at the critical moment to save his life.
If the secret of his resurrection was discovered by Deathwing, then he would be in deep trouble.
As expected, the two goblins were busy repairing the structure. These two fellows with boundless hearts even dozed off from time to time, completely ignoring the dangers that were just inches away from them, such as a sudden air leak, a sudden descent from a high altitude, or the possibility of a mountain being installed and so on.
Just like that, Duque endured an entire day, and then a sleepless night.
For the whole day, Duque almost did not eat or drink anything. Because he would vomit if he drank, and he would vomit even more if he ate.
Duque almost suspected that Deathwing deliberately made him suffer so that his will would be weakened, and the hypnosis would be completed as soon as possible.
But the next morning, Duque changed his mind. The first light of dawn appeared, and the clouds around them gradually disappeared. So much so that Duque felt that the airship had finally sailed from the sea into the sky.
There was no thick fog, and everything within ten kilometers was clearly visible. The large forest under his feet turned into a rugged, uninhabited wilderness, and he could see that the terrain in front of him was gradually rising, all the way to the cliffs of Grim Batol.
Along the way, there were indeed a few small forests along the way, but the overall coverage was quite sparse.
People walking in the wilderness would be very conspicuous, and the Orc Dragon Riders could easily see their traces from a few kilometers away.
None of the Orc Dragon Riders were interested in the airship that Duque was in. The most recent time, a Red Dragon even flew less than five hundred meters away, and the Orc Dragon Riders on it did not even look at the airship. Even when he flew past, the airship's steam engine made a loud explosion.
It seemed like the Orcs were used to the Gnomes working for the Horde for money. Or it could be said that they completely looked down on these little green dwarves who were 'loyal' to the tribe for the sake of the yellow metal.
Hmm, it was a good move for Orgrim to bribe the Goblins with the gold he obtained from conquering the human capital.
The Beastmen didn't want it, but the Goblins wanted it. The two sides almost hit it off.
Duque narrowed his eyes. He was thinking about how his team of four was going to pass this place.
After a day and a night of flying, Grim Batol was quite close to them.
Sasha and the others who were following carefully on their gryphons were also getting closer.
At this moment, a major event that did not belong to the original 'history' happened.
In the Dalajan City, the kings of the six human kingdoms, plus Prince Kudran, Wildhammer, and Kael 'thas, a total of eight leaders were gathered together.
Something big must have happened for so many big shots to gather together.
Prince Drake Proudmoore, the next king of the Maritime Kingdom Kurtiras, died in battle.
Dalajan Kirin Tor Council Member Gastala Malo died in battle.
Silver Moon Council Member Balanminde Kaz died in battle.
Former leader of the Bloodsail Pirates and current deputy commander of the Stormwind Fleet, Duke Fareville died in battle.
Along with the deaths of these four countries, there were also shocking losses. The culprits were the ancient red dragons led by Taranis Taeranistas.
Every place where three or more kings sat could be called a throne room. Now, in the throne room, King Daelin Proudmoore's roar resounded.
"Calm down? Lothar, you're asking me to calm down?! Now the one whose son died is not you, but me! You're asking me to believe in Duque! Alright, I've waited for him for two weeks. Every day, every night, my men and I had to brave the threat of those damned lizards and patrol the sea. Now it's all over! This is the result of waiting! "
Daelin threw out a piece of metal that was mainly gold and had been completely deformed by the flames. This thing made a clanging sound as it hit the floor tiles of the hall. The sound of it bouncing and rolling on the floor pounded everyone's heart.
Almost no one could recognize that it was a scimitar.
Daelin cried, "The next king of Kurtiras has been sacrificed. He was burned to ashes by a ball of fire right in front of me! This is all Drake has left! "
Lothar was speechless.
If not for the fact that Stormwind had also lost a duke, who knew how crazy King Daelin would have been. Now, this hero of the sea who fought on the battlefield almost every day since the start of the war and gave his all for the Alliance was sitting on the floor tiles in front of the throne, bawling his eyes out.
Yes, at this moment, there was no king, no admiral galloping on the blue waves of the sea, only a father who had lost his son.
As the attack of the Red Dragons became fiercer, the leaders of the Alliance who originally wanted to defend the Red Dragon Army did not dare to say a word. After all, the alliance with the Red Dragon Army was a thing of the past. The attack of the ancient Red Dragon was a real threat now.
Every king had a bad look on their faces.
King Terenas asked in a deep voice, "Is there still no news from our deputy commander?"
Silence was the only reply.
Krasus, who stood beside Antonidas, wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. He had already received the news that Ronin had sent him. Krasus tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. His most admired queen was still locked up in prison.
But the Wings of Death intervened.
That was the Wings of Death, the one that caused the entire dragon race to fall into civil strife and the verge of collapse! Perhaps if the most powerful Magicians of the human race were gathered together, they would be able to fight against it. But only to the point of fighting. Krasus did not think that humans had the ability to kill Nethario.
Krasus did not think that humans and elves could do what no dragon had done in the past ten thousand years. After all, that was no longer the realm of mortals.
So Krasus chose to remain silent. His mind was filled with the things that happened these days. The news from Duque Ronin made him understand that Duque had reached the pinnacle of mortals. Now it was up to him to find help against the Wings of Death.
But these days, he had hit a wall for the second time.
When Krasus came back to his senses, the discussion of the kings in the hall seemed to have come to a conclusion.
"Then it's decided. We will send a large assault team to save the Red Dragon Queen, or kill her!" Terenas announced.
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