At three o 'clock in the morning, Duque, who had returned to his bedroom, looked out of the window into the distance. Thick darkness covered Duque's entire field of vision.
The hustle and bustle of the Day of Triumph still echoed in his ears, and Duque knew that new challenges would continue to come.
Since he had become a part of Azeroth, he couldn't ignore the challenges that came one after another.
That's right, before the Titans of the Pantheon really reached Azeroth and fought the Burning Legion, the World of Azeroth was like a damn defensive game. No matter how many waves of enemies you defeated, there would always be new enemies coming.
Persevere, and there might be a chance of survival.
Give up, and that would be the end of all things.
Looking back, the Windrunner sisters, who had been hugging each other to sleep, raised their eyebrows and opened their sleepy eyes.
Aurelia said, "Duque, are you done talking?"
Sasha said, "Go to sleep. You've done very well today. Leave tomorrow's matters to tomorrow."
With that, the two warm and fragrant female bodies trembled and moved to a gentle position. Duque smiled and lay down, hugging Sasha on his left and Aurelia on his right.
If there were no future crises, this would already be a perfect life!
In his heart, Duque said to himself, Yes! The people I love, the people I cherish, the world I love, this is what I'm fighting for in Azeroth!
In the following days, Duque was very busy.
Whether it was coordinating post-war reconstruction with the various countries, discussing with the dwarves how to modify various farm tools, or carrying out his railway plan.
Time: December 31st, two years after entering the Dark Portal.
The news that Duque had been waiting for came.
Alexstrasza's magic transmission: "Okay. That guy Malygos has finally gone crazy enough. That guy froze Nesario's head, then took 'him' to the place where the Blue Dragon Legion was annihilated. After crying and laughing for a long time, he was finally willing to take the traitor's head back. "
Duque held his forehead and smiled bitterly.
His wife and all his children were killed, and he couldn't take revenge for ten thousand years. Anyone would probably go crazy.
How much rationality a fellow like Malygos could regain was already the result of the dragons burning incense and praying to Buddha. However, Duque couldn't help but sigh at the thought of the Blue Dragon King's crazy actions in the future.
As for Malygos, Duque could only take advantage of him.
"When will the celebration of the Dragon Sleep Shrine be held?"
"Come to Dragonbone Wasteland at nine o 'clock in the morning on the first of January."
"Huh? Are you in such a hurry? "
"The ceremony has been prepared for a long time. A large number of dragons from the other three races are waiting for that bastard Malygos! "The queen gritted her teeth.
That's right! A group of dragons happily celebrated the killing of the traitor, spitting out Dragon's Breath and roasting beef in the snowy land. They waited for a long time, but the traitor's head did not appear. Even though Nozdormu had temporarily handed over Nesario's corpse early on, the head was the most valuable of all things.
The dragon head had a very sacred meaning.
Without the traitor's head, it was a pity no matter what, as if it was missing a lot of things.
After waiting for a full week, Malygos was finally willing to bring back the traitor Black Dragon King's head. It would be strange if the other three dragons were not sulking.
There was nothing they could do.
The four Dragon Kings were all Dragon Aspects, after all, they were of the same rank. Unless a certain dragon did something too outrageous, and was considered by the other dragons to have exceeded the scope of "redemption", they would bear with it for the sake of being of the same race.
"Alright! I'll be there on time tomorrow. "
Time stepped into the Dark Portal. On the first of January of the third year, the kings of Lordaeron were still busy with various meetings.
Post-war reconstruction, bilateral trade, multilateral trade, re-demarcation of territorial borders, determination of sea power … All kinds of troubles were still plaguing every king, and even every lord under them.
Originally, in Stormwind, these kinds of matters could not be separated from Duque, but Duque had to first ask for leave from Laing.
At half past eight, it was still busy in Duque's room.
Even though Duque was the only one going to the Wyrmrest Shrine to attend the dragon race's celebration, it was as if the entire upper echelons of Stormwind were going to attend.
Laing and Andoine were chatting in the corner of the room.
Aurelia, who was dressed in a green ranger's outfit, crossed her arms in front of her abdomen, and supported her elbows with her palms. She leaned against the wall, watching her sister and Elusia fiddle with Duque's clothes.
Duke, who looked like he had nothing to live for and was already a useless cat, posed in the shape of a cross. He was extremely miserable, but he still had to look straight ahead.
"Let's add a belt? The mage robe is too floaty. "Sasha held her chin and frowned.
"I think so too. It's spirited!" Elusia nodded.
Duque bared his teeth. "Even if I dress well, will the dragons appreciate it? By the way, you guys woke me up at seven, and it's been an hour and a half. Are you still not done? "
"Whether they appreciate it or not is another matter. The key is that you have to show your attitude. I've never heard of any human being entering the Wyrmrest Shrine in the past ten thousand years. "Elusia, who had always been weak, unexpectedly voiced out her opinion.
Duque couldn't help but complain in his heart. Do I have to tell you that the dragons will not be able to withstand the siege of the Wyrmrest Shrine in the future, and seek help from the other races to make the place as lively as a market?
At this time, Aurelia added another stab. "No, I've seen Her Majesty Alexstrasza in human attire. It's very fitting!"
Damn it, as long as a woman had a good figure and was good-looking, any man would find her to be pleasing to the eye if she wore a three-point armor or something.
Complaining was one thing, but Du Ke could only obediently be his human clothes rack.
After much effort, it was finally over.
Duque set off with a wave of blessings.
Almost as soon as he crossed the portal to the Dragonbone Wilderness, Duque froze like a dog. The coldness of the Dragonbone Wilderness in the extreme north of the continent was completely different from the coldness of the insignificant northern Lordaeron continent.
It was like the winter in the south before transmigration and the winter in Siberia. How could they be compared?
Duque felt that he was about to freeze to death.
"Whoosh!" A warm current rose from the magic circuit of Phoenix Flames, and almost at the same time, a warm fire elemental shield covered his body. It was not too hot, but it was very good to resist the biting cold of Noscent.
Duque finally came to his senses. It was Krasus!
"Welcome, my old friend!" The tall Krasus came over and gave Duque a courteous hug.
It turned out that the man and the dragon were just acquaintances, but after Duque rescued the Red Dragon Queen and plotted to kill Nesario, they became friends.
"Your Majesties will arrive in half an hour. Now, let me introduce you to the representatives of the various races."
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