As soon as these words came out, the entire place went silent!
Everyone could understand the anger of a father who had lost his son.
Everyone could understand the sadness of a king who had lost his heir.
Since ancient times, it had always been a sad thing for a white-haired person to send off a black-haired person.
But this was the Alliance Conference!
Honoring Duque, the hero of the Alliance, was the most important ceremony to show the might of the Alliance after all the suffering he had brought to the Horde!
Look, even though the Rotterdam Kingdom had suffered the worst loss, Terenas still stood there with a look of pride on his face.
What's more, this was the Crimson Dragon Army, which had extraordinary power! If the queen was angry, the entire human race would be destroyed, and all the major human cities would cease to exist. Humans would once again split into countless small clans, and return to the position of being at the mercy of others 3000 years ago.
In the end, the Crimson Dragon Army was being threatened, and there were not so many Ancient Red Dragons coming out to harm the Alliance. Otherwise, the Alliance would have been destroyed.
Now that you, a mere King Kul Tiras, have caused a ruckus at this time, who would want to please you? Who would dare to support you?
Silence.
Deathly silence.
In fact, Daelin knew that he would not be supported by any country. He also knew that he should be like Terenas and swallow his anger.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do it. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw his eldest son, Drake, being burned to ashes by the raging flames. His son's soul haunted his soul.
He could not swallow this, not as a father, but as a king.
Even though he knew that it was not the right time to say it, he felt that if he did not say it today, he would never have the courage to say it again. He would not have the right to be a father.
The air was freezing.
The temperature was dropping.
Daelin's eyes were filled with tears as he knelt on the cold floor. Perhaps this was a plea, or perhaps it was a form of self-repentance.
In any case, he ignored everyone's gaze and disrupted the festive atmosphere. He knelt there.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.
A figure wearing a mage robe.
Other than Antonidas, there was only one person who had the right to wear a mage robe and stand in front of him — Duque!
In his heart, Duque was the man who had sacrificed the lives of millions to become a hero.
"Sigh!" Duque patted Daelin's shoulder and said something that not only Daelin, but all the other Kings did not dare to believe, "Daelin, get up! I'll get Alexstrasza to give you an explanation. "
What, what?
To make the Red Dragon Queen, one of the world's five Dragon Aspects, give an explanation to the king of a mere human kingdom?
What kind of joke was this?
It was like asking a lion to apologize to the ant's relatives for accidentally stepping on it and then asking the lion to apologize to the ant's relatives.
Since ancient times, who wouldn't admit that they were unlucky to encounter such an extraordinary existence?
It was one thing for Dai Lin to go crazy.
Duque was going to join him in his madness?
What if they infuriated the Crimson Dragon Army and caused these abnormal lizards to stand against humans again?
Anyone who could become a King was no longer a brute. At this moment, almost all the Kings were going crazy. Antonidas could clearly sense that Duque had already sent out a magic message.
"Wait for ten minutes! The Crimson Dragon Race will give the Alliance an explanation. "
An explanation?
There really was one?!
Since ancient times, anyone who slayed a dragon would definitely be regarded as a hero by the entire human world. Only the truly high-ranking people knew that those who were slain were lone dragons. They were either banished by the dragons for committing a crime, or they were the descendants of the Black Dragon that the four-colored dragons did not like.
Now, all the Kings and representatives were dumbfounded. They stared at the sky blankly.
King Daelin looked at Duque in disbelief. After making sure that Duque's face did not show any signs of lying, he stood up with his sword.
Facing the night wind, he stared at the pitch-black sky quietly.
Ten minutes. Usually, it would be over in a moment.
Unfortunately, the oppressive atmosphere made the passage of time extremely slow.
Everyone's forehead was dripping with sweat. Everyone was quietly waiting for their judgment, waiting for the one that might appear in the sky …
Around nine minutes later, the moonlight suddenly dimmed.
The bright moonlight was blocked by a huge creature.
As expected, it was a dragon.
It spread its wings, and its scales shone with a dazzling red light.
The huge golden vertical pupils seemed to be flowing with blazing lava. The two pairs of fiery horns on his high head were raised high, looking down at the monarchs in the Violet Square from high above.
Compared to this terrifying creature that came from the ancient times more than 10,000 years ago, the armies of the mortal world, status, and power all seemed insignificant.
When the dragons soared in the clouds, humans were just ants crawling on the ground. The sky was their domain, and they ruled over the sky.
Even though it was easy for different races to have facial blindness, after many days of fighting, every alliance had recognized every single characteristic of this most ferocious ancient dragon.
There was no mistake. He was Taranis, the one who had sent over 10,000 Alliance soldiers into the sea of fire!
Every Alliance soldier nervously clenched their weapons.
The higher-ups had indeed announced that the Red Dragon Army was no longer an enemy, but who knew if this ferocious lizard would suddenly go berserk?
The Dalajan's magic defense system could indeed destroy him, but before this behemoth crashed to the ground, how many people would be killed by him?
No one was sure!
However, under the watchful eyes of more than 100,000 people, Taranis, who had just landed on the specially empty space in Violet Square, suddenly began to shrink.
A dragon that could easily weigh more than a thousand tons became the size of a human. No matter how many times Duque saw this situation, he still felt that it was magical. It was full of all kinds of unscientific things.
Of course, pursuing science in a magical world was not a reliable thing to begin with.
What appeared in front of the kings was an old man with long white hair, a white beard, and white eyebrows.
He was not wearing a piece of armor, only a Greek-like cloth skirt around his waist. His upper body was bare, revealing a strong but full of scars.
"Who is it?! The one who claims to want the ancient dragon Taranis to give him an explanation? Don't make it easy for me to find you. Come out yourself! "The humanoid dragon released a fierce and fierce aura, with a dragon's roar that made countless people tremble.
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