CHAPTER 926: AFTERMATH

Karazhan is very large. Not to mention hiding a person, even half of Wyrmrest Temple can be squeezed in.

After many twists and turns, Duke brought Onyxia to the huge astronomical museum where the Void Dragon was supposed to be.

"You just stay here!"

"Wait! I..."

Without giving the Black Dragon Princess any chance to protest, Duke stuffed her right in and quickly cast the most powerful composite seal on this space, preventing her from escaping and any other being from coming into contact with her.

Now Onyxia has surrendered.

Submission is a long way from obedience, which is a long way from servility, which is a long way from complete loyalty.

This wasn’t a game, Duke couldn’t see the loyalty.

What’s more, the Black Dragonflight’s talents are all in the field of conspiracy, so Duke dare not be careless at all.

After quickly dealing with Onyxia, Duke finally dared to answer their magic messages.

"Duke! Duke, are you okay? If you’re not dead, just make a sound." Sylvanas shouted nervously.

"snort!"

"..." In front of the magic mirror of Stormwind Fortress, all the Alliance and Horde leaders who cared about Duke were speechless.

What the hell is this?

"Okay! It’s Duke, for sure." Jaina shrugged.

"Duke, I’ll deal with you when you come back!" Sylvanas was a little crazy.

In the mirror image, Duke said aggrievedly: "You told me I’m not dead and I just snorted."

"You...you are right!" She seemed angry, but everyone could hear the surprise in her voice.

Soon, Duke came back through the portal.

"What happened? Did she run away?" Bolvar was the most nervous and was the first to rush up and ask.

Not only him, but all the heroes in Stormwind Fortress were extremely concerned. Many of them had participated in the besiege organized by Duke. Obviously, everyone knew that not every time there would be a good result. For example, the last time Arthas was besieged, he was rescued, leaving endless troubles.

Duke smiled: "Although I suffered a little at the hands of Enzos, I have lived up to his trust!"

After saying that, Duke threw a sword that looked a bit like a machete to Valeera, who was following Varian nervously not far away.

Subconsciously grabbing the handle of the weapon, Valeera was a little confused: "This is..."

Duke said with a smile on his face: "Bloodletter Viscaro! It’s yours."

Valeera looked at the sword carefully, with an ecstatic expression on her face. This was an era when epic equipment was not yet popular, especially for Valeera, who was born as a slave gladiator. Normally, she would be happy to have a good-quality weapon. Suddenly, she had a high-level epic weapon, which was definitely an unexpected surprise.

Seeing his companion’s ecstatic expression, Varian was a little confused: "Valeeera, I remember you don’t seem to be specialized in combat talents?"

"Shut up! From today on I’m a combat thief!" Valeera’s scolding made Varian a little disappointed.

The best weapons are impossible to buy even if you want to. Changing your fighting style for a weapon is a normal thing in the eyes of strong people who are used to living in poverty.

Vanessa beside her patted Valeela on the shoulder and said, "Now you know the benefits of following my master, right? Do you want to switch to the Edmund family?"

"Hmph!" Valeera quickly hid behind Varian and made a face at Vanessa.

Seeing Duke start to divide the spoils as usual, everyone’s face was filled with joy.

The space bag Onyxia Leather Bag was distributed, as well as the Binding Ring and Death Summoner...

For the strong who participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, these things are all worth their attention. But for the new strong who joined for the first time, this is a feast of equipment upgrades.

Bolvar actually wanted to ask about the evil magic at first, but he was relieved after seeing Duke’s expression.

Reginald stood next to Bolvar. "Although Duke has always had various small problems, he has never let us down in big things, right?"

Looking at this old friend with whom he had worked for more than ten years, Bolvar smiled and said, "Yes!"

Even though one was a direct subordinate of the late King Llane and the other was a vassal of Duke, they became good friends just as they did in history because they shared similar personalities.

The spoils have been divided, now it’s time for the main event.

"Varian, please ask the other you to come out. Let’s go meet everyone together and put an end to this conspiracy!"

At Duke’s order, another Varian also came out. The two kings had exactly the same face but completely different temperaments, which would surprise everyone.

"Two Your Majesties!?"

"How is this possible..."

"Either my eyes deceive me, or the world deceives me."

The nobles and officers were talking about it.

In front of hundreds of nobles and high-ranking officers of the kingdom, Bolvar announced all the reasons for Valentine’s Day night: "Unfortunately! This is all the work of the evil black dragon Onyxia who disguised herself as the human baron Katrana. As the regent, I failed to notice this, which is my dereliction of duty. But before I hold you accountable for my responsibilities, please ask Regent Edmund Duke to cast a spell to restore His Majesty Wrynn!"

Duke walked forward, looked at the twin kings, and said seriously: "Back then, one of you was a very evil ancient magic. It directly split your souls. To be honest, it is very difficult and painful to merge souls again. If you resist fusion, it is very likely that irreversible and horrible consequences will occur. Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it! He is me and I am him. We are both Varian. We will be incomplete without either of us." As Lo’Gosh, Varian has the most decisive character, and his answer is the most firm.

"I... I’m actually afraid." Varian’s timid answer made Duke frown. But his next words made Duke and everyone feel relieved: "But we all have the same love - our Tiffin, our child Anduin. In order not to cause trouble to them, I am willing to give up this humble self and merge again."

After the cowardly Varian finished speaking, the bastard Duke felt a little dirty in his mind.

Well, one husband becomes two...

Cough cough!

Duke nodded, gathered his thoughts, and began to cast the spell.

It was the spell of restoration that Onyxia had knocked from her hand, before she had ever surrendered to being the mount.

If it were an ordinary Archmage, he really wouldn’t be able to do it. Because it involves the repair and recasting of the soul, fortunately, after being in the Burning Legion, Duke’s ability to manipulate souls is definitely the best among mortals.