On the square, the morale of the Dalajan and Gilneas soldiers was low. The sound of their metal legguards retreating was piercing to the ears.
At close range, the kings who were suffering from the Dragon's Wrath did not fare as well. Each of them made a fool of themselves, but Terenas was undoubtedly the worst. Terenas, who only had a combat level of five, was frightened by the Dragon's Wrath. He took three steps back and collapsed on his throne.
Of course, the other kings either took half a step back or knelt on one knee.
Even Laing sighed and took a step back. He did not look at Taranistas in the eye.
Only Daylin Proudmoore held onto his scimitar and gritted his teeth. Even though his legs were shaking, even though the veins on his neck were bulging, even though the veins on the back of his hands were bulging like a dragon's beard, he persevered and faced the terrifying golden pupils of the Ancient Red Dragon without fear.
Daelin suddenly took a step forward and raised his scimitar at the dragon!
"It's me, Daelin Proudmoore of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras! This has nothing to do with the Alliance, and it has nothing to do with my kingdom! As a father, I seek justice for my son, Drake Proudmoore, who died under your flames! "
Daelin was going all out!
He was going all out!
Of course, he hated the culprit's tribe.
However, he was also unable to accept the fact that the murderer who had just killed his son yesterday was now standing beside him as an ally of the Red Dragon Alliance. Then, he would have to suck up to these powerful allies and pretend that nothing had happened to fight alongside the Red Dragon.
Of course, he could not forgive himself for causing the entire Kingdom of Kul Tiras to be engulfed by the dragon's flames because of a personal grudge.
So, as a father who had lost his son, he challenged Taranistas!
"Huh? What kind of justice do you want? "The dragon's tone was full of disdain.
"A duel!" Daelin's voice was powerful. He raised his scimitar and took another step forward. His bloodshot eyes stared at the dragon.
"Hahahaha!" The giant dragon's laughter shocked everyone in the square. "You?!"
Everyone felt as if a boulder was pressing down on their chests under the terrifying dragon's might, making it hard for them to breathe.
Dai Lin, who had endured the greatest pressure, was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. No one knew whether it was because of the shock or because he had bitten his lips.
"Yes! Just me! A tiny human in the eyes of a giant dragon! I know I can't beat you, but I demand a duel at least! This is my last honor as a father! "
Almost as soon as Dai Lin finished speaking, an anxious voice came from outside, "No — Father, don't do anything stupid!"
Daelin's expression changed. He knew who the voice belonged to — Thanreid Proudmoore, Daelin's second son, the de facto crown prince of Kul 'Tiras Kingdom.
At that moment, Daelin saw a streak of gold in his peripheral vision. It was his lover, Gina Goldsword. Daelin knew that she had broken the taboo and used the Teleportation Gate to summon Thanreid to stop him from doing anything stupid.
If Thanreid was affected by the dragon's anger, there would be no male heir in Kul 'Tiras Kingdom.
Gina Goldsword's actions hit Daelin's weak spot.
Daelin's facial muscles were twitching. Various thoughts were fighting in his mind.
The humanoid dragon sneered, "That's right! You have no chance of winning a duel with a giant dragon! Go back and look after your children. I can't guarantee that your family won't be affected during the duel. You know that it's hard to control dragon breath once it's released. "
At that moment, Daelin's expression turned cold. He suddenly shouted, "Someone stop Thanreid! I, Daelin Proudmoore, will be eternally grateful to him! "
The gratitude of someone who was about to die? At the same time, his descendants would hate him for eternity?
Was there really someone willing to do such a stupid deal?
Don't be surprised. Someone really did.
"Whoosh!" A strong gust of wind blew. A huge ice wall that was three meters tall, 20 meters wide, and half a meter thick appeared in front of Thanreid and Gina.
The one who made the move was actually Du Ke!
Daelin wasn't the only one who was shocked. All the other kings were shocked.
Duque used his other hand to stop Sasha, who seemed to want to do something. He looked at Daelin calmly. "You wanted me to help you get an explanation from the Red Dragon Army, and I did. You wanted me to stop the next king of Kul 'Tiras, and I did. You owe me two favors! "
Two favors?
Do dead people need to repay favors?
Daelin suddenly smiled. There were tears in his smile, and there was also a hint of desolation!
"From today onwards, Duque, you are my brother!"
Without saying anything else, Daelin ignored his son and lover's pleas. He walked forward and threw away his scabbard and armor. This heroic man who had traversed the seas for twenty years, just like that, bare-chested, proudly walked towards the opponent he would normally never be able to defeat.
"Hahaha! My chest is here! Do you dare stab me here? "Talanistas laughed haughtily, slapping his broad, muscular chest.
There was no sound. Daelin used his scimitar to give his answer as a father!
He suddenly lunged forward, lowered his wrist, and stabbed forward!
The scimitar was best at slashing, but that didn't mean that the sharp tip was just for show.
Daelin's thrust was the limit of a human warrior. He turned into a stream of light, and he and the scimitar became one as he stabbed toward Taranis!
This was the most perfect stab Daelin had made since he entered the realm of heroes.
Perhaps to the dragon's horrifying dynamic vision, this stab was like slow motion, not worth mentioning.
Perhaps after this stab, he would be tortured to death by the human-shaped dragon in any way.
However, he didn't care.
He got rid of all distracting thoughts. He only wanted justice for that stab!
The millions of people present couldn't bear to watch anymore. A few kings secretly closed their eyes. Only Du Ke calmly watched all of this with a slightly sorrowful expression.
Time seemed to freeze!
There was no lightning-fast counterattack.
There was no bloody and cruel killing.
When he clearly felt the scimitar stabbing into flesh, Daelin was stunned. The audience was so shocked that they couldn't speak.
This was because … Daelin's Epic scimitar, which was far from being able to slay a dragon, had slashed horizontally, and the sharp tip of the scimitar pierced through the gap between two ribs on the human-shaped Taranis' left chest. The scimitar pierced the human-shaped dragon's heart in half.
How … is this possible?!
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