Why turn a blind eye?
"It's not that simple to save Alexstrasza. And I can feel Nesario lurking near her. If I force myself to fight Nesario, the price I might have to pay … Even I don't know if it's worth it. If even I fall, that will be the day the Emerald Dream collapses. "
Duque was about to say something, but he suddenly found that he could not speak.
Yes, this was Ysera's territory. She was the absolute master here.
"Even in the distant past, we Dragon Aspects were only given the responsibility of protecting this world …" Ysera sighed.
Duque found that he could speak. "Are you trying to say that humans, elves, and dwarves are not within your protection?"
Ysera did not reply directly. "Isn't it better to let this world run its own course? If Alexstrasza is destined to be rescued, then what is predestined will naturally happen, right? "
Her indifference … and the indifference of the three Dragon Aspects, made Duque extremely unhappy. Duque raised his head proudly. "Although I'm sorry, I have to say that you're wrong. Fate has its own trajectory, but it will never remain the same. There is no predestined death, nor is there a predestined failure. If every existence were to hide and dream like you when faced with a choice, that would be a natural failure. "
"…" Ysera was silent.
"Or are you afraid of the Wing of Death, Neltharion himself?"
Ysera retracted her wings. "Don't mention him!"
The corners of Duque's mouth curved coldly, and he continued to interrogate. "Why not? Answer me, great Ysera? Is it the memories of him that give you nightmares? Or is it his own actions that cause the plague of nightmares in the world of dreams? "
Although her eyes were still closed, Duque knew that Ysera must have some kind of fear of Deathwing in her heart.
"I swear, I'll never enter his dreams again. He is probably the only character who is more terrifying in his dreams than when he is awake. "
If Krasus heard Ysera's words, the red dragon would probably be dumbfounded.
But Duke knew very well why this was the case. After the ancient god Enzos used the Whispers of the Ancient God to drive Nesario crazy, Nesario had actually been suffering from severe schizophrenia for a long time.
Reason with a lunatic?
That's really hehe.
Duque did not care about Ysera's psychological trauma towards Nesario at all. He was only focused on one thing from the beginning to the end — whether he could summon the three ancient dragons to fight Deathwing to the death.
This was not an easy task.
Firstly, the Demon Soul had taken away their strength. Although they wouldn't be reduced to such a state, their strength would still be reduced by 50%.
Secondly, Duque could clearly see that these fellows were only willing to guard their own land after ten thousand years had passed since the era of the dragons.
The Blue Dragon King, Malygos, had become mentally ill because the Blue Dragon Army had been wiped out and his wife had died.
The Bronze Dragon King, Nozdormu, was only willing to focus on his collection every day. He had become a shut-in.
The Green Dragon Queen, Ysera … was already considered easy to talk to.
Duque raised his head high. "You're afraid of Nesario, but you and your race still haven't given up on humans, elves, and dwarves, haven't you? Even if you're afraid, you're still looking for a way to destroy Nesario, aren't you? "
Ysera sighed. "So what? Even if I drag Nesario into the Emerald Dream, I can't destroy him. Even in my domain, there are limits! "
Duque's voice became clearer and louder. "What you can't do doesn't mean that others and other races can't do it. In this world, humans are indeed a new race. But so what? Haven't we created enough miracles? Haven't humans realized those seemingly absurd dreams many times? Since you think you can't do it, why don't you dare to give it a try and let me rewrite your destiny for you? "
The Green Dragon Queen's huge body trembled.
"Ysera, let me tell you, I've obtained a way to save Alexstrasza. Regardless of whether I can get your help or not, I will persist in fighting Deathwing with her. The only difference between whether you, Malygos, and Nozdormu join us is whether we can take this opportunity to deal a heavy blow to Deathwing. Just because you don't dare doesn't mean that the other Dragon Aspects don't dare. Help me contact Malygos and Nozdormu. I'll convince them. "
Duque knew that Ysera was still a little lacking in courage, or rather, she didn't trust him enough.
She silently sensed Duque's mind, or rather, the aura of the dream that only she could taste.
"You're not lying … Well, if you really want to do that, I'll help you call them …"
The Dragon of Dream's body swayed.
Duque suddenly found that Ysera had changed shape. Standing in front of him was a slender, fair-skinned woman. She was beautiful, but she was as ethereal as air. She wore a silky light green gauze robe, and a veil covered the lower half of her face. To some extent, she reminded Duque of the ethereal goddess in the graveyard … Of course, they were not the same thing.
Her eyes were still closed.
Suddenly, Ysera's eyes opened completely. Duque was stunned. It was a pair of eyes that transcended his understanding.
It was full of fantasy colors, as if this pair of eyes belonged to someone he knew, someone he loved deeply. It was also as if this pair of eyes was extremely unfamiliar.
It was as if at that moment, Duque lost his ability to distinguish colors, because he actually saw all kinds of colors in Ysera's eyes: blue, green, red, black, gold … There was every color in her eyes. There was also a pair of eyes that seemed to be the reflection of his own eyes.
With this shocking opening, Duque found that the space on both sides of him was shaking violently.
On the left was the Thousand Miles of Ice. In a huge ice cave that was at least a kilometer high, a huge blue dragon with dull eyes was indifferent to everything.
If he roared angrily, "Ysera! How many times have I said it! Don't peep into my dream! " Ysera would think that there was a chance.
However, this dragon that was always happy now looked like an idiot. It just glanced at Ysera and didn't say a word.
On the right was the Thousand Miles of Yellow Sand. In a reddish-brown cave surrounded by golden quicksand in Tanaris, there were countless huge monsters that looked like statues. Suddenly, a sandstorm rolled up, and the yellow sand began to gather, gradually forming a recognizable shape … It was the shape of a dragon.
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