CHAPTER 932: ONYXIA’S FATE

Vol’jin didn’t know that Vaelastrasz was originally a powerful ancient red dragon. He was originally instructed by the Red Dragon Queen to come and monitor Nefarian who was causing trouble in Blackrock Spire.

Unfortunately, the Red Dragonflight is clearly not suited to covert operations.

The Black Dragonflight is it.

This is like asking a burly Tauren to be a thief and steal the wallet of a sly night elf thief. The result is naturally ridiculous.

As a result, Vaelastrasz was ambushed and injured by the black dragon while pursuing the current black dragon king Nefarian, and was brainwashed and corrupted by Nefarian’s evil magic.

Yes! Just like the whispers of the Old God N’Zoth.

Vaelastrasz has been corrupted. Even though he still seems to have his own will, his body is already carrying out Nefarian’s orders to the letter, hunting down the Horde.

That’s right! the Horde’s initial offensive went very smoothly. Their elite troops almost conquered the entire Blackrock Spire and almost killed the Horde’s great traitor Rend Blackhand.

Just that little bit!

Red fled to another place called Blackwing Lair in a panic, and the tribal elites led by Grom were chasing him closely. Then, very suddenly, they encountered this powerful and terrifying ancient red dragon.

It was in the chaos of the battle that the huge and oppressive body of the red dragon suddenly appeared. The first breath of Valastrasz severely injured the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof who was in the front, followed by Grom and Varok Saurfang.

Vol’jin had no choice but to lead everyone to retreat.

If Vol’jin was a time traveler named Du, he would have retreated immediately. Because even if he was ambushed and seriously injured, with only one-third of his life left, Valastrasz’s health was still nearly twice that of Baron Geddon, who Duke had killed not long ago.

Moreover, the corrupted Vaelastrasz was the most famous "gold recycling machine" in the original game. He caused countless teams to be wiped out in front of him, and made players kneel at his feet, being stuck in progress and dying. Countless guilds were disbanded because of him.

He is not only a super boss, but also a being that carries the resentment of countless players.

At this moment, in a place without any cover, encountering such a terrifying red dragon that had one foot halfway into the demigod realm, even men as determined as Vol’jin and Grom could not help but feel despair.

Grom suddenly sighed dejectedly: "Hey, Vol’jin! I really want to see the day when the Horde is truly revived!"

Vol’jin smiled bitterly: "Me too..."

Is this the darkness when all the battle flags are gone?

Is it the final blow of the tribal horn?

Or is it the despair of having no way out?

The sky is so desolate that there is not a single cloud.

A land so desolate that there is no trace of life.

Looking in all directions, I can’t see any hope at all.

Grom stared at the sky blankly: "Duke, you bastard, I don’t want to owe you a debt in hell!"

Very suddenly, Grom felt as if he saw something in the sky directly above him.

Is that a black spot?

Or is it the blood stains left on the eyeball?

Grom opened his eyes with great effort and was surprised to find that the black spot seemed to be growing at an unimaginable speed. In less than a second, it turned into a huge monster that occupied his entire field of vision.

"This is..."

"Roar——" A roar that seemed to come from the ancient times, shocking the eardrums of every tribal warrior.

Vol’jin raised his head in astonishment, took a look, and then closed his eyes in pain.

Because, that is the enemy’s color - black!

Countless tribal warriors have been killed by the claws and jaws of those black-winged dragon whelps and dragonettes.

"Red dragon and black dragon, does the goddess of fate think we are not dying fast enough?"

Suddenly he burst into laughter, and Vol’jin’s laughter was full of desolation. His two long, white, curved fangs trembled in the sunlight, as if he was mocking himself.

At the very end, a sudden change that no tribal warriors had expected happened without any warning.

"Ah—you!? Onyxia? Why are you..."

"Foolish degenerate! You are not worthy to call me by my name!"

Onyxia? Everyone in the Horde was confused. In their memory, wasn’t this black dragon who caused trouble in Stormwind City and almost broke into the top of the Alliance already sealed by Duke?

Without giving them time to react, two ancient dragons, one red and one black, which were absolutely the largest in size, actually started fighting fiercely in the sky behind the tribal team.

The fallen red dragon Valastrasz blew a breath of dragon’s breath directly at Onyxia. Unexpectedly, the black dragon, which seemed to be injured as well, flew sideways with incredible agility and perfectly dodged the wide and long breath of dragon’s breath.

Even though the Fallen Red Dragon had twisted its long snake-like neck towards the Black Dragon Princess halfway through its spray, it was still able to dodge the attack by the Black Dragon Princess, who seemed to have foreseen it.

While the fallen red dragon had not yet recovered from the aftereffects of its dragon breath, Onyxia, who was also a dragon and knew the weaknesses of her kind best, seized this rare opportunity and suddenly accelerated to the extreme, with her dragon’s back almost brushing against Valastrasz’s lower abdomen with her claws.

In a dragon battle, putting your back into the claws of the enemy is an absolute taboo. However, if there is a powerful dragon rider on the dragon’s back, it is a different matter.

A golden holy light that could not possibly come from a black dragon suddenly dazzled the eyes of everyone in the Horde.

"Is that... Duke’s sword?"

As old comrades, Grom, Vol’jin, and Cain, who had just woken up from a coma, would never make a mistake. In their minds, there were only three artifact-level swords in the Alliance. Maybe they would mistake Ashebringer and Quel’Zalamu, but they would never mistake Duke’s Dried Tofu. Because Duke’s holy sword was too sharp and thin, completely different from the two door-like two-handed swords.

In this case, could it be that...

The heroes of the Horde suddenly realized that Onyxia, who was once hostile to them and one of the core leaders of the enemy, now seemed to be on their side.

This answer sounds ridiculous.

But it’s incredibly close to reality!

The cooperation between Onyxia and Duke severely damaged Vaelastrasz in the first attack.

"Onyxia! Thank you... Although I don’t know why you helped them, you reduced my sins." The fallen red dragon sighed a little inappropriately and began to retreat under the command of Nefarian’s soul.

Duke Edmund’s reins: "Don’t chase! You don’t want to face your brother in this state!"

"Woo woo!" A huge dragon with a mouth full of fierce teeth made a low and mournful cry like a small animal. The scene was so awkward.

The tribal chiefs were extremely troubled as they watched the giant black dragon descending from the sky while muttering, "I am too ashamed to face other members of the same tribe. What a shame! What a shame!"

If they hadn’t clearly seen that it was Duke sitting on the seat on the dragon’s back, with Duke holding a long dark blue magic rein, and that there were the marks of the Alliance and the Edmund family on the black dragon’s chest, they would probably have turned around and run.

Even so, the other troll warriors couldn’t help but clench their weapons tightly when they saw such a huge beast sweeping away the sand and stones and looking at them with its fierce and expressive golden vertical pupils.

Here, Grom actually wanted to run away, not because of fear of death, but because of shame.

Looking at Duke who jumped down from the black dragon’s back, Grom’s rough green mouth with exposed fangs moved for a long time, and finally looked directly into Duke’s eyes: "It seems... I owe you another life. If you are an orc, you have already earned my life and loyalty."

Duke shrugged, "Unfortunately I’m not."

Vol’jin quickly interrupted: "Did you know that Nefarian was in Blackwing Lair?"

Vol’jin didn’t want to raise such an interrogative topic, but Grom thought that he owed Duke too much. If an old and powerful man of Grom’s status and position caused a big incident of crossing races and camps to join humans, it would be very, very troublesome.

Even as wise as Vol’jin was, the only solution he could think of was to interrupt.

Duke turned his head to look at Vol’jin and sighed, "I know that behind Rend Blackhand stands Nefarian, the Black Dragon King. But based on my understanding of Nefarian, plus Onyxia’s testimony, I think that unless someone defeats Nefarian in front of the highest throne in Blackwing Lair, given his pride, he will definitely not bother to personally attack anyone."

Vol’jin was stuck for a moment, unable to utter the following words.

At this time, Grom, who was still on the stretcher, waved his hands and said, "Enough! Vol’jin! I am very clear about my identity and the mission on my shoulders. No matter what happens, it is still an ironclad fact that the Blackhand brothers betrayed the Horde. Moreover, the Alliance used the Horde to contain Nefarian, and won’t our Horde use the Alliance to deal with Ragnaros in the same way?"

Grom’s straightforward words made Vol’jin’s neck seem to be stuck. He couldn’t speak for a long time and finally could only let out a long and deep sigh.

Grom bared his teeth as if in pain, and said, "The Horde needs the strength of the Alliance, and the Alliance also needs the Horde. Please help the Horde this time, and the Horde will definitely repay you! As for me, once the big thing is done, I won’t frown even if I have to burn my soul to ashes."

A real man should be as honest as his words.

Even though Duke already had a budget in mind, he was still moved by Grom’s request.

Duke smiled, gently stretched out his hand, and held Grom’s huge and Skarred hand together: "Welcome to join the Alliance and the Horde again."

At this moment, both Vol’jin and Cairne were visibly relieved.

In any case, with the support of the Alliance, at least the situation will not collapse.

At this time, Vol’jin finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask but never had the chance to ask: "Duke, is the black dragon behind you... the former Onyxia?"

In fact, it’s not just the heroes of the Horde who are feeling conflicted; the Alliance is also in a very bad mood.

The first time was when Deathwing pretended to be Lord Prestor and almost became the King of Alterac.

The second time was when Onyxia transformed herself into Countess Katrana and almost stole the supreme power of Stormwind Kingdom.

In addition to their powerful fighting ability, the second label that the Black Dragonflight is labeled with by the world is that they are insidious and cunning.

However, such a powerful and insidious black dragon, and the princess of the black Dragonflight, was now tied with a leash, held in Duke’s hand, and stayed behind Duke quietly as a background. This is incredible!

"Well! I hope she won’t rebel for now. For the time being, she will be my exclusive mount."

"Mount...ride?" The eyelids of several bigwigs of the Horde - Vol’jin, Grom, Cairne, and Varok - were twitching.

In this poor tribe, only the chief is qualified to get a wyvern as a mount.

alright!

Comparing yourself to others will make you feel thief!

Shop around before you shop!

My own mount is a dragon, and Duke’s mount is also a dragon.

But even though the word "dragon" is used in its name, the wyvern is actually just a third-rate subspecies of dragon. How can it be compared with Duke’s mount?

As a tribe that once owned red dragon mounts, the older generation of orcs knew very well how big the gap in strength was.

It’s already very cool to be able to ride a thousand-year-old adult dragon.

No one ever thought about riding an ancient dragon.

Not to mention the Black Dragon Princess who is at the demigod level and has a good family background?

The kind of astonishment that seemed to dislocate their jaws was written all over the faces of all the big men in the Horde. It was absolutely no difficulty for them to stuff an ostrich egg into their wide-open mouths.

At this moment, a terrifying dragon aura rose behind Duke.

"Duke! You bastard! When did this princess admit that you are my master? Don’t be so conceited! I just deceived you and took the opportunity to heal my wounds. Take this opportunity today to rebel... Woo!" Before the Black Dragon Princess finished her declaration of rebellion, a huge palm of arcane energy that seemed to be sent down by the gods fell from the sky and directly pressed down Onyxia’s dragon head, pressing her dragon mouth to the ground.

For a moment, Vol’jin felt that Onyxia actually wanted to resist. She could have fought Vaelastrasz to an equal, and could have avoided the dragon’s breath that was as fast as a gale, but in front of Duke, she was inexplicably awed, and her reactions and movements were obviously a beat slower.

The result of her hesitation was that her huge dragon head was held down by the magic hand and rubbed on the ground continuously.

"Bastard Master! You will regret this! You will definitely regret this! Ouch—" Onyxia struggled seemingly unruly, not noticing that the way she addressed Duke had changed.

"Hey! You’re so unruly that you want to rebel if you’re not punished for three days? Today I’ll let you taste the dragon taming whip." Duke raised his hand and a special nine-tailed whip appeared.

It is hard to imagine that such a huge black dragon would show a timid expression when seeing a tiny nine-tailed whip, each of which is less than half a meter long.

"Don’t hit me! I’m sorry! Master Duke, I’m sorry - I was wrong." The huge black dragon made a humming sound similar to that of a small animal.

Under the gaze of the Horde’s heroes, the huge black dragon shrank rapidly. Under the effect of the ultimate transformation, in just over a second, the black dragon disappeared, replaced by a timid-looking noble ms.. She held her red-bottomed black-edged long skirt tightly with both hands, pursed her lower lips, and her beautiful face was full of pitiful expressions.

That’s really pitiful!

No one would have thought that just a moment ago she was an arrogant black dragon with her nose in the air.

If one had not witnessed it all with one’s own eyes, anyone would have thought that she was an angry young wife, not a ferocious black dragon.

Grom and other tribal leaders once again felt that their world views had been overturned.

The ancient red dragon, who was originally on the side of justice, has fallen into the minion of evil.

The Black Dragon Princess, who was originally a villain in the evil camp, became a mount for humans. She shouted the name of evil but did just things.

What a comedy this is!

Duke did not give them more time to imagine and directly opened a portal: "Before saying anything else, you should go back to Stormwind City to rest. the Alliance will still need the strength of the Horde’s heroes."

Vol’jin looked up: "Please allow us to contact Chieftain Thrall."

"no problem."

The entire Blackrock Mountain was about to be fortified. Nefarian had obviously put a lot of thought into managing this place. In such a dense area of fire, it would be easier to repel other elements. Nefarian even blocked other magical messages based on this.

For others, it is extremely difficult to open a portal here.

But Blackrock Mountain is not Nefarian’s territory alone. Below his lair is Ragnaros’ territory. Duke’s teleportation became possible when multiple nodes of Molten Core were destroyed.

Suddenly returning from the scorching hell and breathing the clean air, Vol’jin, Grom and others felt as if they were in another world.

Duke called out, and naturally the priests from Stormwind Cathedral came out to treat them. There was even a group of elite thieves who sneaked into Blackrock Mountain to search for surviving orc warriors.

Orcs, trolls, and tauren are all relatively simple races. For this, the tribal leaders were extremely grateful.

After settling them, Duke turned around and glanced at the trembling Black Dragon Princess behind him.

"Oh! You’ve recovered a little. But now you’re angry again!"

Although the guy in front of her was a decent human being, in Onyxia’s eyes, Duke was ten thousand times, a hundred million times more terrifying than the demons of the Burning Legion.

"You...you...what do you want? Let me tell you! I am the dignified black dragon princess Onyxia. Putting aside other things, I...I just ask for a corresponding status according to my strength...Is there anything wrong with that?" Onyxia in human form had trembling lips.

Duke chuckled, but of course in the eyes of a female dragon, it was a grim smile: "If it weren’t for that rebellious declaration, I might still be able to accept it. But if rebellion is the premise, then you deserve to be punished. You dare to say that you didn’t have the idea of rebellion at that moment."

"No!" Onyxia answered immediately, but then her momentum weakened a little: "Probably... no!"

"Come here!" Duke grabbed Onyxia’s wrist, opened a portal and dragged her directly back to Edmund Duke’s Mansion in Stormwind.

When Duke appeared at the portal of the Duke’s Palace dragging Onyxia, the mages and guards guarding the gate were stunned for a moment, and then immediately lowered their heads deeply.

The butler Makaro, who came in a hurry, waved his hand, and the servants and guards of the Duke’s Mansion immediately retreated from the rooms and corridors that Duke Road passed by like a tide.

Onyxia was dragged away like a weak woman, and she seemed to have forgotten that even in her human form, she still had the power of a dragon that could kill mortals in seconds. In her perception, Duke’s strength was so insignificant that as long as she exerted force, she could tear the seemingly weak human mage into pieces.

She knew very well what would happen if she continued to follow him.

She was proud and had the urge to break free from this bondage. During the time she was separated from Duke, she even secretly studied soul magic. A layman in magic like Turalyon could not monitor her at all.

She had found and obtained what she wanted - a soul counter-magic from ancient times. As long as Duke did not subdue her in the first three seconds of her casting, she could directly attack Duke’s soul and win in the direct duel between souls. She could even control Duke’s soul in turn.

By then, all the humiliation and torture she had endured would be avenged at once.

right!

All it takes is one flaw! One opportunity!

However, at this moment, she bit her lip and was dragged away like a puppet.

Finally reaching the bedroom, Duke closed the door and threw her to the ground.

She knelt in fear.

Of course she knew that the level of magical protection here was far inferior to Duke’s old nest, Karazhan.

She even felt countless times that she could kill Duke at any time. But every time she wanted to do it, she would think of the miraculous scene of Duke’s "resurrection" at Lover’s Lake.

That is not simple immortality, but a magical power that is more like going back in time!

If it really is magic from the realm of time, then for Onyxia, there is truly no solution.

Failure had made her a little shrinking, and she began to keep telling herself: I can’t act rashly before I have mastered the secret of his indestructibility.

She didn’t realize that it was her hesitant and timid mentality that made her lose the courage to resist Duke and continue to succumb.

It’s like the elephants in the Thai zoo.

Many tourists are surprised that a seven or eight ton elephant would be tied with a thumb-sized chain. In fact, it is because the elephants have struggled against the chains countless times when they were young, but they have failed miserably. As a result, when they grow up, they still subconsciously believe that they cannot struggle against such chains.

As Duke approached, Onyxia subconsciously shrank towards the wall. Before she knew it, her knees were against the corner of the wall, and her chest and face were pressed against the cold wall.

What was welcomed was not the whip.

But a gentle touch.

Duke said softly, "Fool, in fact, being my mount is your ultimate salvation!"

In the spiritual realm, Duke once again transmitted the video processed by the system into the Black Dragon Princess’ mind. It was a realistic picture after a lot of post-processing by the system.

She saw her dragon head being hung on the gate of Stormwind City again and again, and clearly saw the despair and the final hideousness on her dragon’s face.

"Is this my final fate in the other timeline?"

A tear fell on Onyxia’s beautiful face.

In the movies before Duke traveled through time, there were two worlds with and without special effects. For example, without special effects, Scarlet Witch looked like a psychopath when performing. With special effects, she looked like an omnipotent superhero.

Although the effect Duke sent to Onyxia during the psychic attack was not a 50-cent special effect, it was not clear and delicate enough, and it was more like a confused induction. Now this time, it looks like "dry goods" from the long river of time!

Onyxia knew very well why Duke had been missing for four years.

She has always been wary of this peerless strong man who has conquered back and forth for 10,000 years and made the Burning Legion a dog.

Now Duke’s solid knowledge has further solidified his position as the master of his destiny, no, at least as the observer of his destiny.

How could Onyxia not be frightened by this?

At this time, Duke’s voice seemed to carry the magic of fate and was full of surging power.

"Those who stand in the way of destiny will be crushed into pieces. So what if they are powerful? What happened to Deathwing Neltharion? What happened to the demon lord Sargeras? Oh! There is also Archimonde, whose bones are still hanging on the dead tree of Mount Hyjal. Yes! They may be resurrected, but unfortunately, it will only be a deeper failure for them. Destiny, in the end, will only be in the hands of us mortals!"

Onyxia’s body trembled continuously.

Even though she knew that this was actually Duke putting pressure on her, she had to believe it.

Too many powerful people have fallen in Azeroth.

This is more like a spell!

Irresistible curse of fate!

Onyxia felt like she could barely breathe, as if she were back in her death throes in Duskwood.

Pain! Despair! Helplessness!

She knew that Duke’s words were more like a trap to make her sink and give up herself. But she always felt that as long as she wanted to survive, she would never be able to escape Duke’s clutches.

My body has recovered a lot, but my courage is gone.

The brief free time in Nethergarde to fight demons was more like the last illusion before sinking.

Onyxia suddenly understood why her mother, who was so powerful, had been hiding from her father, Neltharion, all her life.

With her left cheek pressed against the cold wall, Onyxia uttered the following words through her sexy red lips: "Black dragons do not believe in feelings or promises, but if a female dragon is bitten on the back of her neck, which is a fatal part, she will give up resistance no matter how reluctant she is, and will acknowledge the other party as her conqueror, and even be willing to bear children for the other party."

After saying that, Onyxia silently twisted her neck, making her fair neck look even longer.

Duke understood what she meant and gently pushed aside Onyxia’s cloud-like black hair that fell on her shoulders. Then he showed his white teeth and gently bit the back of Onyxia’s neck.

The soft texture makes it impossible to imagine that this is actually the neck of a black dragon that was once very insidious and cruel.

Onyxia shuddered, and another drop of dragon tear slid down her face.

However, when the dragon whip pierced the dragon’s lair with ease, Onyxia suddenly let out a long and relieved dragon roar.

"Huff, huff, huff! From now on you’ll be my mount. If you mess around in the Alliance, you’ll be slapping me in the face. I won’t let you go."

"Um..."

"If you really commit such a crime, I won’t be able to protect you. I can only let other powerful people hang your head at the gate of Stormwind City."

"Um!"

"You may face your eldest brother soon."

"He and I...are not on the same path..."

"very good!"

"Come, take my Type 256 Dragon Taming Whip first!"

"Woo woo..."

A night of taming the dragon, neither of them sleeps.

At noon, Duke met Vol’jin and his party.

These guys unexpectedly became full of energy. It can only be said that the tough guys in the Horde have monstrous recovery abilities.

Needless to say, as a troll, when Duke urgently called Benedictus to help him expel the fire elemental power in his body, Vol’jin’s broken arm began to heal and regenerate at a high speed.

Grom, Varok, and Cain were not much behind. When the Holy Light healed their wounds, they cried out that they were hungry at 1 a.m., causing the chefs of Stormwind Fortress to get up in the middle of the night and work for them for most of the night.

These guys ate and drank to their heart’s content, and didn’t fall asleep until five in the morning, feeling full and satisfied.

Duke looked at them who slept until 12 o’clock and could no longer imagine their miserable dying appearance yesterday.

Vol’jin also caught a glimpse of Onyxia standing quietly behind Duke: "She..."

Before Duke could answer, Onyxia answered first: "No! After I have a good taste of the dragon whip, I will be obedient."

I have to say that the Black Dragon Princess, Countess Katrana Anrosto, is absolutely at the level of a movie queen.

Ren Vol’jin would never have imagined that this dragon taming whip was not the same as that dragon taming whip!

Her complex expression of hatred, resentment, fear and obedience made Vol’jin believe that Duke did not completely control her.

Only Duke, who was connected to her soul, could feel the calmness and docility coming from her soul waves.

Grom stepped forward and said, "We have contacted Chieftain Thrall. He has issued an order that the Alliance should take the lead in the Blackrock Spire incident. Let the rest of us fully support the Alliance’s actions. So, give the order! Commander Duke!"

Duke didn’t shirk.

For a true warrior, any minute of unnecessary rest is torture.

Especially the shame brought by the death of 3,000 soldiers made them unable to sleep well.

Duke waved his hand and said, "Nefarian needs time, and so do we! Therefore, I order that we should first do our best to deal with Ragnaros, the Firelord!"

"clear!"

Duke turned around and said, "Onyxia, you come too!"

"Hmph!" Movie Queen Onyxia turned her head and snorted as a reply.

Duke looked toward the northeast of Stormwind City, where Blackrock Spire was located.

Nefarian, clean your neck and wait for the slaughter.

It was different from before. Before, when all the fulcrums of Molten Core were in place, opening a portal was simply a luxury. Even Duke, the Archmage of the Sun, couldn’t do it. Now it was completely different. With the portal, even if Nefarian dared to run out and commit suicide, Duke was sure to deal with him in the first place.

Now, there is no one in Molten Core who can stop them except the Fire Lord himself.

Down in Molten Core, Duke’s lovers were still a little disappointed that Duke didn’t come to the hot springs to attack. When they saw the Horde leaders with angry eyes and kept calling him "bastard black dragon", they understood the answer.

It turns out Duke went to the rescue.

But will everyone ignore Onyxia behind Duke?

How is it possible! ?

More than half of the most powerful paladins in the entire alliance are here. They sensed the presence of the Black Dragon Princess almost as soon as Onyxia stepped through the portal.

Unexpectedly, they did not sense any strong evil aura or intention.

The dragon race certainly didn’t rely on evil energy for their livelihood, but the black dragon princess who appeared before them completely overturned their impression.

She appeared in the form of a giant dragon on Lover’s Island, full of anger and absolute arrogance. It was the arrogance of someone who still believed that she could solve all troubles with her strength after being exposed.

No matter how hard she tried to hide it now, she could only deceive the rough orcs of the Horde. Not to mention the shrewd people of the Alliance, even Vol’jin might not be able to deceive them all.

Although the dragon power on her body proved that her body had recovered, she unconsciously hid behind Duke, trying to use Duke to block everyone’s sight. However, her beautiful face, hot body, and bright clothes that never changed made her destined to be one of the focus of everyone no matter how she hid.

She gives people a very contradictory feeling.

Alleria took a step forward, and the Black Dragon Princess almost subconsciously wanted to step back, but Duke grabbed her arm.

This was obviously a bit rude for a ms., but Onyxia lowered her head.

"Hey! Duke, won’t you introduce this ms. to us?" Although the eldest sister of Windrunner used the calmest tone, to the ears of a certain black dragon, it sounded like a teasing tone.

Duke looked up: "My new mount."

Duke snapped his fingers and said, "Oni, show yourself to everyone. Go slowly so as not to scare anyone."

Finally, Duke did not forget to say hello to Duke Hydrasis: "Tell your men to stay away, and don’t be allergic when you see the black dragon later."

A bit helpless!

A little sad!

But also a bit resigned to fate!

After a light sigh, everyone saw that the duchess in front of them, who was wearing an elegant long dress with a red background and black edges, had her deep black eyes gradually turning into a flowing golden color.

On her forehead and cheeks, long and thin black scales were gradually appearing, shining brightly in the light of the flowing lava in the distance.

She raised her snow-white neck and howled, her long black hair flying behind her. When her waterfall-like hair disappeared like a dream, black wings with holes in them grew behind her.

The limbs turned into sharp claws, covered with fine and solid scales. The red and black robe seemed to have merged into the body and disappeared without a trace.

She revealed the body of a dragon, with a tail growing from her hips.

When she looked up, she had fully assumed dragon form.

Even though everyone had already prepared themselves mentally, everyone’s eyes were still filled with shock.

This black dragon is growing rapidly!

Five meters!

Ten meters!

Twenty meters!

In a flash, her length had exceeded thirty meters, and when she spread her wings, her wingspan was nearly fifty meters wide.

Although the top wall formed by lava was at least three hundred meters high, the moment she grew bigger, everyone still had a trance feeling that she would step through the solid rock ground, break through the top wall that was more than a hundred floors high, and smash the huge stone pillars supporting the cave.

"Roar!" The mighty dragon roared, causing the surrounding fragile gravel to fall down along with the roar!

Many people subconsciously tightened their weapons.

But the next moment, the stunned Alliance heroes were amused by Onyxia’s equipment.

The tailor-made armor on her chest was emblazoned with the emblems of the Alliance and the Edmund family, but what made everyone feel the most funny was still the seat and the long reins at the junction of her neck and torso.

It seems that Duke mistook the Black Dragon Princess for a giant griffin!

Sylvanas walked up and put a hand on Duke’s shoulder: "What a great mount! Dear Duke, why don’t you give her to me?"

Before Duke could answer, Onyxia roared and spoke in the common language: "I’ll eat you!"

Duke’s eyes flashed, and he said sternly: "What did you say!?"

Onyxia’s dragon neck shrank, and then she began to use a roundabout strategy: "No! Uh! I refuse to allow anyone other than you to ride on my back. Not even your woman. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and will eat her."

Sylvanas didn’t take it seriously. She turned her head and looked at Duke, blinking her right eye: "Such a disobedient mount, why not kill it?"

"Kill him." Tyrande raised her hand in agreement.

"Kill him!" the women said in unison.

Onyxia trembled continuously!

"Yeah, that’s a good idea! The dragon head can be placed in the Ironforge Adventurers’ Guild!" Magni agreed loudly. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Gelbin hit him on the back of the head. He turned around and asked, "Why are you hitting me?"

The dwarf master craftsman put his hands on his hips and said, "This is Edmund’ family business. Why are you butting in?"

"You can’t even tease her?"

"No!" Gelbin said firmly.

Over there, the results are out.

Of course, it was a group of female heroes who happily rode on the back of the Black Dragon Princess.

Poor Onyxia naturally took nearly ten female heroes to fly around a few times. Fortunately, it was her, if it was an ordinary adult dragon, it would not be big enough for so many people to stand.

After all the trouble was finally over, Sylvanas seemed satisfied on the surface, but who knew that Wind’s Whisper almost choked Duke to death with just one sentence.

"Alright! Now let’s discuss your sin of not attacking any of our sisters last night!"

?

Something seems wrong!

Wasn’t it agreed that ’XX and Duke are not allowed to enter’?

Isn’t this divine development no different from the nonsense of "beasts are worse than beasts"?

Or has Sylvanas discovered that I train dragons?

Duke has a toothache.

At this moment, a series of loud rumbling noises suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone who has been in Molten Core is familiar with this sound - that is the footsteps of the Molten Core Giant.

However, I have never heard such continuous footsteps.

Duke’s eyes narrowed suddenly, and he flipped over and jumped onto Onyxia’s back: "Pipilong, let’s go!"

Onyxia gave Duke a look with her bright yellow pupils, then flapped her wings and flew into the air.

After flying five kilometers, the enemy came into sight.

It was an army of giants that blocked out the sky and the sun.

Giants who were 20 to 30 meters tall were shoulder to shoulder. They had no formation, but just rushed towards the Alliance camp like a tide.

However, quantity means combat effectiveness and destructive power!

This army of giants, if left unchecked, would be enough to destroy the entire camp.

Even though Onyxia was a demigod, she was so surprised that she was speechless when she saw such a huge army of Molten Giants.

He didn’t even let out a demonstrative dragon roar.

It was a long river composed of tens of thousands of Molten Giants, mixed with hundreds of large fire elementals - ’Flame Kings’.

This is completely beyond the limits of what conventional force can handle.

The tank army that Duke had painstakingly built up for twenty years was meaningless in the face of such an army.

To Shorty, explosions are art.

Unfortunately, in the final analysis, artillery that uses gunpowder as its main killing force is useless against Molten Giants who are natural fire elemental creatures!

"That’s why I hate elemental creatures that can’t be dealt with by artillery!"

Duke muttered.

At this moment, the fire elementals discovered Onyxia flying in the air.

In the long team, a brighter fire dragon ignited.

The Fire Kings have now raised their huge flaming hands with only three fingers.

It was as if there was a silent command that only the fire element could receive, directing them.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

Countless fireballs trembled together——

The next moment, Duke and Onyxia could clearly see a cloud of fire flying into the sky, turning the originally dim ceiling of the cave into a blood-red color.

The fire cloud did not stop and gushed up like a fountain.

"Hey, hey, hey! Asshole master! Is there any way? Although I am playing with fire, I am not immune to fire--" Onyxia was almost scared to death.

This terrain is terrible for the dragon.

A cave hundreds of meters high is a very high altitude for humans, but for a dragon, it only takes a short time to climb up quickly.

On the surface, the Black Dragon Princess could easily create distance by climbing, allowing the fireballs to dissipate in the air on their own.

But this is the Molten Core, where the concentration of fire elements is extremely high. Compared with the surface, the range and power of the fireball spell have increased several times.

Not to mention that she is now in dragon form, even if she immediately changed into human form, she would not be able to find a place to hide, and would still have to eat.

She has a high resistance to fire, but is by no means immune to fire.

"Blast the rock formation above!" Duke ordered.

"I can’t burrow!" Onyxia continued to yell.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Duke rarely used soul punishment when taming her, but he actually used it at this time.

"Woo——" The poor Black Dragon Princess blasted the top wall of the cave with a dragon breath.

With a loud "bang", countless large and small stones splashed everywhere and fell down.

Duke’s eyes narrowed, and he muttered in a dreamlike voice: "Wind! Wind! Strong wind—"

A strong wind suddenly blew near the top of the cave.

This is a space dominated by fire elements. If you use frost elements at will, it will just be a waste of magic power. Duke can use his own strength to pull out thousands of fire kings to fight, which is tantamount to looking for death.

Duke has a more clever way - wind magic belonging to the nature department.

This is a skill that Onyxia, who has lived for who knows how many years, is still amazed at!

Driven by the wind element, countless stones of all sizes began to combine at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The rock fragments, large or small, of various irregular shapes, no matter how different they were, were put together into one solid stone hemisphere after another in less than a second, just like playing a puzzle.

These stone hemispheres were like protective shields, one layer after another, blocking the path of the fire cloud.

"Bang, bang, bang--" There were continuous explosions.

Not knowing how many layers of the stone hemisphere were shattered, Onyxia only knew that she could feel the spreading heat waves and hear the sound of rock shattering. However, until three seconds later, no fireball hit her body directly.

Does this... count as passing without taking any damage?

"What the hell are you standing there for? Run!"

While Onyxia was still in a daze, Duke had already taken out a long whip from his space bag and hit her dragon butt with a "snap". For her, who had thick skin and flesh in dragon form and was protected by thick scales, she didn’t feel anything from the whip.

The experience of being whipped by the Nine-Tailed Fox in human form still gave her a startle and she came to her senses. She turned around and gave Duke a cold look, then flapped her wings vigorously, made a beautiful 180-degree turn in the air, and turned around and ran away.

Fire elements cannot fly, they can only open their red eyes wide and watch the man and the dragon leave.

Everyone in the camp breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Duke returning riding the black dragon.

"What’s going on!?" Mograine was very nervous.

"Not good! More than four thousand Molten Giants and more than five hundred Fire Kings. This is not an army that can withstand a head-on attack." Duke reported the numbers obtained by the system AI’s scan. After deliberately generalizing them, it really scared everyone.

Even if the heroes work together to kill the Molten Giant, it will take more than a minute no matter how fast they try.

Four thousand of them. Regardless of whether the other side attacks together, even if they just stand still and let you chop them, they will be exhausted to death.

Some of the newcomers to the team were already looking a little green, like Sally Whitemane.

Vol’jin suddenly raised his head: "If I can’t defeat him, then..."

Duke replied, "The only way is to outsmart them!"

Grom slapped his chest and made a sound like thunder: "You say, let’s do it!"

Duke Hydrasis also nodded.

Duke pointed to the cave in the distance. That was where Duke killed the two leaders, Gehennas and Baron Gadon.

"See there?"

"Um!"

"I need the Water Elemental Army and the heroes of the Horde, including Sally, Tyrande, and the fifth team just now, to hold on here."

"Fight to the death?" asked Vol’jin.

Duke shook his head. "That’s not necessary. Before Nefarian takes any concrete action, we don’t need to race against time. Ragnaros has killed six of his leaders. Even if they are elemental, they can’t be resurrected in a few years. Since we have destroyed their nodes once, we can destroy them a second time. You try your best to hold on. If you can’t, retreat through the portal."

"Where are you and the main force of the Alliance?"

Duke raised his right thumb and pointed at a mount behind him: "I will lead the commando team to ride the dragon over and deal with the leader of the Molten Giant, the Incinerator Golemagg!"

"Hey! We almost became barbecue just now!" Onyxia protested.

"Shut up! The mount has no say!"

The poor princess could only close the dragon’s mouth in dismay, feeling miserable.

Alleria stepped forward: "Are you sure?"

"That was just a reconnaissance, and we were caught off guard. This time..."

Ten minutes later, Onyxia, carrying more than 20 people, passed through the same area again, but this time it was much safer because Duke had created many phantom images of the black dragon in advance and rushed to the front.

The mirror image lacking dragon power could not deceive the strong, but it was not difficult to deceive the Flame King with low intelligence. Looking at the countless fireballs rising in the air, it was more like watching a fireworks display that had nothing to do with him.

Watching Onyxia’s mighty yet agile figure gradually disappear into the distance, Grom seemed to have been aroused with great ambition.

"I don’t know why, but I just thought of my old friend Zuluhed!"

Even though the orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan used dishonorable means to control the red Dragonflight, that was after all a glorious era when orcs could serve as dragon riders and conquer the sky. It was not like it is now, when anyone can feel the decline of talent in the Horde.

Most of the older generation of powerful orcs were killed, and the rest were very old.

Among the new generation of orc warriors, few were worthy of Grom’s attention, with only Thrall and Vol’jin taking the lead. Moreover, the professions were very unbalanced, with most of them being melee professionals, few ranged ones, and no recovery heroes like human priests.

If the Horde faces off against the strong ones of the Alliance, as long as the Horde cannot kill several restoration professionals of the Alliance in the first round, then the Horde can basically be declared a failure.

In fact, it was not only Grom, but also the WarWarchief Thrall who was still in Orgrimmar who was also very anxious. When the Bilgewater Cartel represented by the goblin trade prince Gallywix felt that trading with the Alliance was completely unprofitable, and the shameless Alliance also attacked Booty Bay controlled by the goblins, the goblins chose to turn to the Horde, and Thrall accepted it without hesitation.

The presence of the goblins only offsets the technological advantage that the dwarves brought to the Alliance.

This is far from enough, the Horde is seriously lacking in magic heroes.

Just then, a guest that Thrall didn’t want to see came with a proposal that he couldn’t refuse...

When he saw the real distinguished guest brought by the guest, Thrall was trembling, his mouth moved for a long time, and finally he put his right hand on his chest and bowed, which was the oldest etiquette of the Horde...

Of course, Grom and his companions who were still fighting in Molten Core were unaware of the major events happening far away in Orgrimmar.

They had to focus on the battle at hand.

"drink!"

"roar--"

The Tauren Chieftain Cairne, who had recovered his spirit, continued to confront Archimonde with his terrifying momentum, and directly confronted the Molten Giant who rushed forward to punch him.

Although the size difference was nearly five times, it was the Molten Giant that retreated.

The old cow snorted: "You scumbag giant, your strength is unworthy of the name of a giant!"

"Hmph!" Grom leaped high, and Gorehowl chopped the Molten Giant’s neck cleanly. If it was not a fire elemental creature, this axe alone would be enough to kill it.

But it didn’t. Even though half of its neck had been cut off and its head was drooping, looking so horrifying, it still struggled to swing its arms towards Grom, trying to slap Grom to death with one slap.

At this moment, a stream of ice that chilled the heart rushed towards the giant’s body, and very trickily followed the wound cut by Grom and directly hit the giant’s body.

The blazing fire heart inside the Molten Giant was instantly extinguished by the cold spring, and the giant suddenly stopped moving.

After killing one giant, hundreds or even thousands of giants will come. That kind of continuous high pressure would easily cause a person with a weak mind to collapse.

The leader here is a powerful man who has experienced big scenes!

"Hahahaha! Not enough! Not enough! If you want to flatten me with one punch, you must be ten times stronger--" Cain was very excited. In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he was suppressed by Archimonde, but now the situation is completely reversed.

A totem pole, pointing east and hitting west, a super heavy weapon was turned into an embroidery needle by Cairne. The Molten Giant had never seen such a fighting method before, and all the fools who thought Cairne was holding a hollow pole were dismantled into stone in the next moment.

Duke Hydrasis’s body size had grown at least ten times, and the Molten Giant that was eight or nine stories high only reached his waist.

Not only him, more than a dozen heroes also stood out from the Hydrashia water elementals. They were as tall as Molten Giants, and they formed a neat battle line with hundreds of other water elements, pouring down a violent storm towards the exit of the cave.

Soon, everyone discovered the benefits of defending in a dangerous position. The Molten Giants were so large that even though they would disintegrate into a pile of hot stones after death, they could still quickly block the seemingly wide 500-meter defense line.

The giants behind had to foolishly climb over the bodies of their dead companions.

Vol’jin shouted: "Don’t block the intersection, just let them squeeze in like this."

This is a place close to the first level of Molten Core. A slightly lower cave connects the main area and this side. There are lava rivers on both sides of the cave that are difficult to pass, but this is only for mortals.

As a fire elemental creature, the Molten Giant didn’t mind flowing in lava. If the cave was blocked, the giants who had nowhere to go would take a detour and put more pressure on the defense line.

Vol’jin simply set up a pocket formation, or a crane wing formation, to delay time while inflicting damage to the opponent.

The situation became tense as a Molten Destroyer Elite was deployed into the battlefield.

This guy’s strength was beyond everyone’s expectations. Even Cairne had to show some real skills. The two behemoths fought on the scorching ground, turning the world upside down.

If this were a street fight, it would probably destroy half of the city in an instant, leaving several blocks wailing in the flames of destruction.

The hard rock ground was crumbling. Every step the giant took was accompanied by a blazing flame. The fire even had the tendency to spread to further places along with the wind.

"You’re not strong enough to kill me, your brother!" Cairne roared.

A minotaur and a giant, their fierce battle made the solid

The earth was stacked up like breaking waves, with shocking cracks everywhere filled with flames, as if an active volcano was erupting right under their feet.

On the other side, Onyxia kept complaining, and the heroes all smiled bitterly.

"Be thankful to be on my dragon’s back!"

"If it weren’t for the guidance of fate, you would never have this honor in your life."

"I’m telling you, don’t move, or I won’t be responsible if you fall!"

Duke held his forehead. He had no idea why a female black dragon who was born to be a conspirator would become like this after becoming a mount.

Is this considered tsundere?

Or some kind of distortion?

Duke doesn’t know, but maybe that’s a good thing!

Duke sat on the dragon’s back on the dragon saddle, which was theoretically a dragon throne. The system kept scanning, and finally, a huge human figure outlined with bright red light appeared.

The next moment, more monsters outlined in red burst into Duke’s retina.

Even after seeing those three red names, Duke still had a confident look on his face: "I found you!"

"Hey! Mount, northwest by west, fly straight." Duke shut Onyxia up with just one sentence.

The Black Dragon Princess said nothing, turned around and flew away.

Perhaps it was the tacit understanding formed when training dragons. Duke would call her by her name when he was happier, but when she called her "mount" directly, it meant that Duke was unhappy.

If Duke is unhappy and dares to act recklessly, he will suffer the consequences.

Onyxia can ignore anyone else’s words, but she must listen to Duke.

Seeing that the black dragon, who was a little bit proud just now, was about to tuck its tail between its legs, the other heroes in the Alliance were all laughing.

"Hey! My axe has been thirsty for a long time!" Magni held the axe in one hand and the hammer in the other, and posed in a way that he thought was very handsome. However, he almost fell down because of a sudden drop of a dragon.

If he had not been tied with ropes from the beginning, Magni Bronzebeard would probably have become the first king to fall to his death in the history of the dwarves, which lasted for tens of thousands of years.

Pulling up the cursing Magni, everyone turned their eyes to Duke.

Facing the burning gazes, Duke felt a sense of great pride.

The familiar faces overlap with the epic stories in my mind.

At this point in time, they might have already died in the original history, or they might have suffered injustice and wasted their time in the countryside where no one cared about them, or they might have helplessly degenerated into immortals and become slaves of fate.

They range from noble beings like kings and queens to lowly leaders of thieves’ organizations.

There are the most noble saints, and there are also villains who are supposed to be the most depraved.

Now, because of Duke’s stirring of fate, they all gathered under the same flag and were under his command.

Not only them, but also the forces they possess are Duke’s pawns.

At this moment, Duke felt like he was the king of the world.

It’s no problem at all to stop the flow of water by throwing a whip.

Even the sea can evaporate!

Even mountains can be leveled!

I-Duke!

A once humble time traveler, now——I——

omnipotent!

The flame of passion surges in Duke’s blood, and the factor of excitement spreads to every corner of his body!

Mograine said sternly: "Commander-in-chief! Please give the order."

A group of powerful men of noble status spoke in unison!

"Please give the order——"

Duke

Without refusing to take on the responsibility!

"Those fire demon guards can basically be controlled. Mages, turn the guys I marked with arcane magic into sheep."

Jaina was surprised and said, "Transform into a sheep? That is a magic that can only be used on beings with low intelligence..."

Duke rolled his eyes at her and smiled without saying anything.

Duke is clearly saying: Is it my fault that those guys are mentally retarded?

"Pfft!" Jaina laughed, then immediately returned to her serious state.

"After three times of Sheep Transfiguration, the arcane power will weaken. It is recommended to use other magic to stagger the spells. Then try again." Duke paused and said, "Jaina is ’Star’, Ilucia is ’Pie’, Rhonin is ’Diamond’, and I am ’Triangle’. Use Sheep Transfiguration to control one monster while helping to kill the monster marked by Alleria with Hunter’s Mark."

Duke raised his hand, and marks made of arcane energy appeared above his palm, yellow stars, orange discs, purple diamonds...

"Understood!" The three wizards said in unison.

"Alleria, use the hunter’s mark to mark the largest one first."

"Leave it to me." The mature and steady female ranger’s eyes were shining.

"Tirion, control the two dogs, don’t kill them."

"good!"

"Magni, you carry numbers 1 to 3, Gavinrad 4 to 6, and Saidan 7 and 8."

"I know!" the three answered in unison.

"The rest of you, open fire with all your might. Kill the largest one first, Incinerator Golemang, then bring together No. 1 to No. 8 and chop them all down, and finally kill Saffron Harbinger."

"Yes!" the others answered in unison.

At this moment, Onyxia suddenly twisted her slender dragon neck and said, "What about me? As powerful as I am, how could I not have an important mission?"

Duke smiled.

It seemed that after biting her on the back of the neck last night, the guy had really adjusted to his new identity.

She is undoubtedly an extremely proud dragon. Even if she has fallen to the point of becoming a mount, she still cannot let go of the pride in her heart.

It is not a good idea to suppress her blindly. Duke himself would find it boring if he were to ride on a dejected empty shell with only the appearance of a dragon.

"Okay! I’ll give you a black dragon mark later. The most important Administrator Executus is now in your hands. He is the leader-level monster in the entire Molten Core, second only to Ragnaros. He is the culprit who commanded a large number of monsters to besiege our water element node."

"The most important thing!?" Onyxia’s yellow pupils suddenly lit up when she heard it.

Although she knew that Duke was probably lying, the Black Dragon Princess had to save face! Anyway, the most important enemy leader was given to him.

"He is the key to our fight against Ragnaros. You can beat him half to death, but you can never kill him. Have fun with him before we deal with the other guys."

"Hehe! Leave it to me!" Onyxia drooled.

Yeah, torturing the enemies and stuff like that is what I love the most!

Over there, Executus was about to collapse.

He had long discovered that Duke and his men had ill intentions, but unfortunately he had underestimated Duke’s group’s combat effectiveness. Also, because Duke eliminated the first few leaders too quickly, although it seemed that they were rushing forward together, they were actually still defeated one by one.

The death of Magmanda and Garr, the Molten Hound King, was particularly devastating to Molten Core. With the death of Magmanda, all the wandering Molten Hounds died automatically. Garr, the leader of the earth elementals, also died, which also caused all the earth elemental monsters to die and not be resurrected. When they finally wanted to gather an army, they could only control the Molten Core Giants and the Fire Elementals.

A moment ago, he didn’t think that the enemy could break through the encirclement of thousands of giants and fire elements, not even the air force.

Until he saw Onyxia flying nimbly above the cave ceiling.

At this moment, he really had an expression as if he had eaten shit.

"Why!? Did Nefarian lie to me? He claimed to be against mortals, but he sent his sister to join the mortal camp!? Or is there some other reason?"

Whatever the reason, there is no doubt that the enemy came and wanted to carry out a decapitation plan against them.

"Golemag! Saffron! The enemy’s elite are all here, let’s get our troops back!"

His idea was good, to turn the main force back and annihilate the elite enemy here, but in a hurry, he forgot how impressive his men’s intelligence was.

The giants received the message to attack a moment ago, but suddenly they were told to retreat, which directly led to chaos on the front line.

Grom and his companions were pleasantly surprised to find that the enemies were in disarray.

Not to mention low-IQ elemental creatures like the Molten Giant, even in the medieval Europe before Duke traveled through time, there were often spectacular scenes of a fully armed knight chasing hundreds of farmers.

It’s not that the commander doesn’t want the peasants to gather together and teach the knight a lesson. But commanding a group of illiterate and ignorant cowards is really a tragic and painful thing.

If the molten giants had lined up and passed through the narrow cave in a relatively orderly manner before to attack the coalition’s defense line, now it was just a joke. They bumped into each other, and their stone bodies flowing with lava kept colliding in the cave, bursting out dazzling flames and continuous rock collision sounds.

Some giants still rushed forward regardless, while others turned around and tried to retreat from the not-so-spacious cave, resulting in a complete chaos.

The lava giants have strong physiques, but since God gave them strength, he also took away their agility. Of course, Executus has no time to care about this.

Because he saw a huge palm.

It was a palm technique that was unique in the world, coming down from the sky!

Leaping high on Onyxia, Duke used the recoil of the arcane blast to fall to the ground like a Cannonball. He clasped his hands together, looking pious.

In the hundreds of large and small magic circuits in the body, the flow and generation of magic power were accelerated to the extreme in one go.

The next moment, Duke, who had the aura of a charlatan, exhaled and spoke.

"Get out of my way—"

In any boss-level battle, how to start the fight is a very rigorous science. If you don’t start the fight well, it’s not uncommon for the whole team to be wiped out instantly.

Mograine suggested that he go first, after all, he has an invincibility.

Duke shook his head and refused.

They didn’t know how chaotic the scene would be if these three bosses were combined. Duke knew: the seventh boss, Saffron Herald, had four younger brothers with him; the eighth boss, Gulemagg, had two Molten Hounds that would not die with the Dog King; the ninth boss, Executus, was the most outrageous - he had eight younger brothers, four mages and four melee.

The minions that come with the three bosses are not ordinary elite monsters. Strictly speaking, they are all difficult characters at the level of rare elites.

If so many minions gather together and the three big bosses are free to use their skills, it would be very easy to destroy the group.

Duke can be resurrected, but once his team is destroyed, there will never be another group of heroes of similar caliber.

Duke was not willing to gamble.

So he just went on his own.

Duke’s palm strike perfectly imitated the posture of Tathagata Palm. Of course, this has nothing to do with Buddhism, Taoism, martial arts, etc.

This is an attack condensed from arcane magic of the highest purity. It looks like something put together, but in fact it is extremely violent.

The three leaders and their guards raised their heads high, and each of them felt an inexplicable throbbing in their heart.

They first stared at Duke who fell from the sky, and then looked around one after another.

Because the surrounding environment suddenly seemed to become unfamiliar.

This is Molten Core - a blazing hell.

Everything here is related to fire and heat. In the past hundreds of years, there is not even a single thing that is not related to fire.

The magma is always boiling, forming new ground after cooling slightly, and then the new magma overflows and continues to transform the geographical environment here.

Whether it is the hundreds of meters high cave ceiling or the solid rock formations under your feet, changes are happening all the time here.

But what comes into view now seems to be a static world.

The sulphurous wind seemed to be frozen in time, and every piece of black stone lay there quietly, without the sound of the wind or the roar of any living creature. The blazing light of the lava in the distance, as bright as the morning sun, passed through the purple-blue barrier formed by Duke’s arcane energy, looking strange.

It was eerily quiet.

It was as if everything in the world had suddenly fallen from extreme movement to extreme stillness. The blazing world seemed to cool down, not voluntarily, but under the pressure of a more powerful force, forcing them to crawl silently despite their unwillingness.

At that moment - all fire elemental creatures felt that the fire elements they were familiar with were evacuating and leaving them in fear.

A more powerful force began to descend as Duke fell.

That is the power of the arcane. It uses irresistible force to repel the surrounding fire elements and is dominating the elemental activities within a radius of hundreds of meters.

No, it’s like rewriting the entire laws of space and forcibly taking over everything.

"This is impossible!" Executus screamed.

"Today I will turn the impossible into possible!" Along with Duke’s roar, a huge magic palm as big as a football field slammed down.

Except for the largest and most burly Incinerator Guregman, almost every fire demon subconsciously covered his head and shrank back.

However, in the next half second, they subconsciously opened their eyes and found that their heavy bodies were blown away by the strong impact. They could not control themselves. Even the heaviest Molten Hound beside Guregman flew more than ten meters away, and then spun strangely on the ground under the strong chaotic impact. The lighter Fire Demon Elites trembled, and the lightest ones flew straight into the sky and then fell heavily to the ground.

The hearts of every strong man in the Alliance are burning with passion.

Because what they saw was a completely different scene. Duke slapped the opponent’s strict formation with his palm, just like the opening shot in table tennis, and it shattered the opponent’s strict formation.

Originally, this was a sunken cave. Anyone who wanted to come in had to first pass the lava giant leader Guregman who was guarding the entrance and fight with this super meat shield.

Thanks to Onyxia’s presence, the Alliance commandos were able to directly fly over Guregman’s head and attack the opponent’s weak fire demon group.

Duke’s attack on the monster this time was perfect.

Because the focus of Duke’s magic attack is not on killing the opponent, but on creating impact.

The moment the extremely compressed arcane energy exploded, it blew away all the guards around the three bosses. Not only that, even at the same time as the explosion, Duke used the arcane energy to condense a pre-agreed mark on each guard.

Squares, triangles, pancakes, and numbers from 1 to 8.

When Onyxia just turned half a circle gorgeously on the battlefield, the powerful men of the Alliance had already jumped down from a height of more than ten meters and found their targets.

"Baa! Baa! Baa! Baa!?" In the blink of an eye, the four guards turned into silly lambs, rolling around on the ground.