I'm working hard for the Alliance, coordinating with so many kingdoms day and night.
I'm in charge of war, logistics, diplomacy, and coordination.
Your hometown, Lordaeron, was almost raided, and I had to bring people to save you.
Now, they had finally turned from defense to offense, and there was a glimmer of hope for victory.
I'm not dead yet!
You're already targeting my people?!
Terenas Menethil! I'll f * ck your eighteen generations of ancestors, and then f * ck your eighteen generations of descendants!
Duque gritted his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms trembled from the excessive force, and his nails dug deep into his palms.
There was a famous saying in World of Warcraft, "Don't be afraid of a godlike boss, but be afraid of a pig-like teammate."
But there was another kind of person who was even more disgusting than a pig-like teammate — traitor!
Yes!
In Duke's eyes, Terenas was a ruthless and ruthless man!
Traitor!
The Virgin Mary in disguise.
Duque could not stop Aiden Piraeus from seeking death. But he had already expressed his desire to protect the Barov Family. Now, before Duque had even received the news that he was dead, Terenas had already regarded Duque as a dead man, and began to seize power to pave the way for the rise of Lordaeron.
Duque really wanted to open a portal and go back. He said to Terenas, "Ah! The sun is so bright tonight! What? You're asking me why there's sun at night? It's simple! Because Terenas, you son of a bitch, are blind. You can't see the situation, and you can't see the future, yet you're sitting in the highest position! You trash! Your heart is as black as the darkest night! "
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! "Duque suddenly ran out of the cave and laughed wildly on the mountainside.
His laughter was carried far away by the strong wind!
At first, Duke was still thinking that he should stop Terenas' precious son, Arthas, from killing his own father since he was familiar with history.
For some inexplicable reason, Duque was suddenly filled with a strong desire to see Arthis commit patricide.
That old bastard's shocked and terrified expression must be great!
"Hu hu hu! Looks like you really want me dead. But — I won't! "Duque's eyes suddenly became firm and determined.
His fierce gaze was as sharp as a sword! Like raging waves!
However, just as Duque's thoughts were in a mess, he suddenly received a new message from Krasus.
"Sorry, all of them failed."
Duque was certain that Krasus, who was the most talented in magic among the dragons, had sensed Deathwing's eavesdropping. That was why he sent such a baffling magical message that only Duque could understand.
Duque was suddenly horrified.
What the hell was going on? Wasn't it Krasus who convinced the other three Dragon Aspects in history? How did they all fail?
What the hell!
I got the most important talisman, Deathwing, and now you're telling me that the three most important helpers are not coming? Then why the hell am I still fighting!
At this moment, Duque had the urge to cry.
That's right, a man does not easily shed tears.
But now he felt so bad that he wanted to cry.
"Is this the so-called despair? No! Definitely not! I, Duque, am the man who will become an Archmage in Azeroth! If that useless Krasus can't handle the three Dragon Aspects, then I'll go there myself. "
Although it was a trip, Duque did not have the time to go to another continent to find Blue Dragon King Malygos, nor did he have the time to go to the Cavern of Time in the desert to find Nozdormu.
Duque's only chance was the Green Dragon Queen Ysera, who was hiding in the Emerald Dream.
Ysera, the Emerald Dream she guarded was the reflection of Azeroth in the dream. Everything that happened in the Emerald Dream and in reality would affect each other.
In theory, it was easy to find Ysera, as long as you dreamed and then contacted her in the dream.
In practice, it was impossible to attract Ysera's attention unless it was an extraordinary dream constructed with extremely strong mental power.
Duque hid back in the cave, in a concave not far from the cave entrance. He sealed his body with ice to ensure that the changes in his breath would not be noticed by Deathwing. After instructing the system elf to maintain the monitoring of the Deathwing talisman, Duque took out a bottle of potion from the storage space.
It was a black bottle.
After pasting a special label on it and placing it in the designated place, he quickly found it.
This thing was called [Deathdream]. Even in Karazhan's laboratory, it was regarded as a taboo by Medivh, and it was the most strictly guarded and labeled as the most dangerous.
Just three drops of this venom on the tip of the arrow killed Manta, the King of the Abyss.
Just three drops were enough to kill an existence that was ten times the size and strength of a giant dragon.
Just like Deathwing, almost everyone once thought that Manta was absolutely invincible.
Now, Duque was going to take some [Deathdream]. He wanted to use the strongest hallucinogenic effect of this thing.
"The deepest sleep, the deepest dream …" Duque said to himself as he opened the bottle, "If I can do it, then Ysera should be there … No, she must be there."
"But if there's too much, then I'll be the one to die."
"Most people only have one chance, but am I an ordinary person?" Duque laughed at himself.
Yes!
Duque was not afraid of death.
But he was afraid of decay or destruction at the soul level.
The curse that Sargeras used before he knelt down was of this level.
Compared to the slow countdown of death like a frog being boiled in warm water, Duque was more willing to take a gamble.
How many gambles were there in life?
He took out a cup and a small bottle of pure water from his storage space. Then he poured just enough water into the cup and opened the black bottle. He carefully lifted the opened black bottle to the top of the glass.
Three drops of poison killed Manta in a few seconds. How many drops did Duque need?
The deepest slumber and eternal death … The difference between the two was much smaller than most people could imagine.
Duque tilted his hand and poured out the smallest drop of poison he could. He watched the drop of poison fall silently into the cup of water. Duque closed the lid of the small bottle and picked up the cup.
"Damn, it would be great if there was a comfortable spring bed at this time." Duque added, "Well, it would be better if there were two elven girls with big breasts to accompany me on my left and right."
Duque smiled and said to himself, "Come on! Drink this cup of dichlorvos! "
After saying that, he drank it in one gulp.
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