Under the gaze of the tribe's powerhouses, the huge black dragon shrank rapidly, and under the effect of the ultimate transformation technique, in just over a second, the black dragon disappeared, replaced by a noble lady with a timid face. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she grabbed the skirt of her long skirt with red background and black edge with both hands, pursed her lower lip, and her beautiful face was full of pitiful expressions.

That's a pity for me!

No one would have thought that a moment ago she was a black dragon with arrogant nostrils pointing to the sky.

If she hadn't witnessed all this, anyone would have thought that she was an angry little daughter-in-law, not a fierce black dragon.

Once again, Grom and other tribal bigwigs felt that their three views had been subverted.

The Elder Red Dragon, originally in the camp of justice, has degenerated into a minions of evil forces.

The Black Dragon Princess, who was originally the villain of the evil camp, has become a mount of humans, shouting the name of evil but doing righteous things.

What kind of comedy is this?

Duke didn't give them more room for reverie, and directly opened a portal: "Don't say anything else, you go back to Stormwind City to rest first, and then the alliance needs the power of the tribe's powerhouses." ”

Woking looked up, "Allow us to speak to Grand Chief Sal." ”

"No problem. ”

The entire Blackstone Mountain is about to be clogged, and Nefarian has clearly put a lot of thought into running it. In such a dense fire elemental territory, it would be easier to repel other elements, and Nefarion was even more likely to prevent other magical transmissions based on this.

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

But Blackstone Mountain is not Nefarian territory. Below his lair is Ragnaros's territory. With multiple nodes of the Molten Heart destroyed, Duke's teleportation was possible.

Suddenly returning from the blazing hell and breathing in clean, clean air, Woking, Grom and the others all feel like they are in a different world.

Duke said hello, and naturally the priest team of the Storm Cathedral ran out to treat them. There's even an elite team of thieves who infiltrate Blackstone Mountain to search for the surviving orc warriors.

Orcs, trolls, and minotaurs are all relatively simple races. For this, several tribal elders are very grateful.

After settling them, Duke turned his head and swept his gaze to the shivering Black Dragon Princess behind him.

"Yo! Immediately the temper came up again!"

Obviously, there is a human-like guy in front of him, and in the eyes of Onexia, Duke is ten thousand times more terrifying than the demons of the Burning Legion, ten million times.

"You...... You...... I'm the black dragon princess Onexia, and nothing else, I'm ...... I'm just asking for the right position according to my strength...... Is this all wrong?" said Onexia, whose lips trembled.

Duke chuckled, of course, in the eyes of a female dragon, and that was a cruel smile: "If it weren't for that rebellion declaration, I might have been able to accept it." But on the premise of rebellion, it is a lack of cleanup. You dare to say that at that moment you had no thoughts of rebellion. ”

"No!" Onexia replied immediately, and then his momentum weakened a little: "Probably...... Nope!"

"Come here!" Duke grabbed Onexia's wrist and opened a portal to drag him back to Duke Marcus' palace in Stormwind.

When Duke dragged Onexia to the portal of the Duke's Palace, the mages and guards guarding the door were stunned for a moment, and then immediately bowed their heads deeply.

Macaro, the grand butler who hurriedly arrived, waved his hand, and the subordinates and guards of the Duke's palace suddenly withdrew from the rooms and corridors passing by Duke Road.

Onexia was dragged along like a weak woman, as if she had forgotten that even in her human form, she still had the power of a dragon that killed mortals in seconds. Duke's strength was so insignificant in her perception that as long as she exerted her strength, she could tear the seemingly weak human mage in front of her to shreds.

She knew very well what would happen if she followed along.

Arrogant, she was also very impulsive to break free from this bondage, and during the days when she was separated from Duke, she even secretly studied soul magic, and a magic layman like Tulayan couldn't spy on her at all.

She'd found and got what she was looking for - an antiquity-based soul counter-magic that would allow her to attack Duke's soul directly as long as Duke didn't restrain her in the first three seconds of her spell casting, and win a soul-to-soul duel, and she could even control Duke's soul in reverse.

When the time comes, the humiliation she has endured, the torture she has suffered, can all be avenged back in one go.

Right!

Just one flaw!

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

When he finally reached the bedroom, Duke closed the door and threw her to the floor.

She knelt in horror.

Of course, she knew that the level of magical protection here was far inferior to that of Duke's lair, Karazhin.

She had felt to herself countless times that she could destroy Duke at any time. But every time she wants to do it, she will think of the magical scene of Duke 'coming back from the dead' at Lover's Lake.

It's not a simple immortality, but a magical power that's more akin to going back in time!

If it's really the magic of the time realm, for Onexia, that's the real incomprehension.

The defeat had made her a little miniaturized, and she began to keep telling herself: I can't act rashly until I have the secret that he can't be destroyed.

She didn't realize that it was her cowering mentality that made her heart lose the courage to resist Duke, and she kept giving in.

It's like an elephant in a zoo in Thailand.

Many visitors are amazed that a seven- or eight-ton elephant can be tethered to a thumb-sized chain. In fact, it was the elephants who struggled with the chain countless times when they were children, and they failed miserably, and when they grew up, they still subconsciously decided that they could not break the chain.

As soon as Duke got closer, Onexia subconsciously shrank to the wall, and before she knew it, she was already kneeling against the corner, and her chest and face were pressed against the cold wall.

It's not the whip that ushers in.

It's a gentle touch.

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

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

She saw her dragon head hanging on the gates of Stormwind again and again, and she clearly saw the despair and the last hideousness on her dragon's face.

"Is this my ultimate fate on any other timeline?"

A tear poured down Onyxia's beautiful face.