Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 407: Entanglement

At this moment, the little dragon had two choices.

One is to become a loyal dog of the orcs and point out the whereabouts of Duke and others. As you can imagine, she will definitely be attacked fiercely by Duke and others. The most likely outcome is her death.

This is also a question of style.

If Duke and the others panicked, or if Duke opened a portal early and prepared to escape, the little dragon would definitely not be so frightened.

However, the most capable fighter among his peers was now lying dead. Blood was still oozing out from his broken neck, and although it wasn't the kind of scene where blood splattered dozens of feet away, it was still scary enough.

What kind of wizard is this who can easily kill a thousand-year-old dragon?

The little female dragon couldn't imagine it.

Looking at Duke's strange face and the confident smile on his face, the little dragoness naturally took it as a warning - don't talk too much! Otherwise, he will be your fate.

So, the little dragon chose the second option without hesitation.

Play deaf and dumb.

You know, if the queen is rescued, she may have to mix with humans and elves in the future. The former Council of Tirisfal has cooperated with the four major dragon tribes for thousands of years.

The little dragoness murmured in Dragon Language: "I don't see anything."

The little female dragon wasn't sure if the other party heard it. Who knew that in the next second, a line of words appeared in the hands of the young human with arcane energy. It was standard dragon language, and it read the name of the leader of the Red Dragonflight: Alexstrasza.

Little female dragon: "Understood."

"Hey! Mount, what are you yelling about?" the orc on the dragon's back asked rudely.

"No, my throat is itchy." The little female dragon answered helplessly in her unskilled orc language.

The high-speed flight was just a flash for the people below. If dragons could sweat, then the little female dragon must be soaking wet right now, like being fished out of water.

As the dragon's shadow faded away, several of the five people below finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The danger is over, and now the question of how to end it is on the agenda.

Rhonin touched the back of his head, as if he was holding his breath, and then burst out: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I messed up again. I..."

"Who said you messed up?" Duke said nonsense in a serious tone, "I just thought you had a future and could attract enemies, so I taught you how to use your magic talent. I'm the one who's sorry for letting you be the bait without knowing it."

Huh? Is this true?

Rhonin was stunned. If he had not taken action at the beginning, Gavinrad could have killed all the orcs one by one.

Duke curled his lips and turned to ask Marian: "Did you hear the dragon language of that dragon just now?"

I don't know why Duke insisted on protecting Rhonin's self-esteem. Since Duke is the leader of the team, Marian is also happy to do him a favor: "Congratulations, Duke, you have successfully connected with the Red Dragonflight."

After that, Marian briefly translated the dragon language of the little female dragon.

The other three opened their mouths in surprise again.

Is this okay?

"After all, warlike red dragons are a minority. Killing this guy is like getting rid of a nuisance. In terms of the result, our fight was perfect. No one was injured, and we got the lead. And..."

Duke chanted a short spell, and a huge portal opened. Right in front of the four people, a half-incorporeal ghost wizard walked out of the blue oval portal with a huge magic puppet.

"Master, what do you want me to do for you?" It was Khadgar who spoke.

He should have been a prominent figure in this world, but because of a disappointing turn of fate, he died before he could become famous.

Duke pointed at the huge dragon corpse: "Old rules."

Khadgar's mouth twitched. "Master Duke, I must remind you that the Red Dragonflight is essentially kind."

Duke said confidently: "Our camps are now at war with each other, and we are on our way to rescue Alexstrasza. If Her Majesty the Red Dragon Queen is so stingy, I will make her life miserable."

"Okay, you are the master, you have the final say." Khadgar waved his hand, and more arcane puppets immediately ran out of the portal. Under his command, they skillfully cut up the dragon corpse.

The red dragon Gezra, who originally had a promising future and a great chance of being promoted to the third generation leader of ancient dragons, was chopped into pieces, sliced, and packed and shipped away in front of everyone's eyes.

The whole process took less than twenty minutes, which shows that Khadgar's Skinning Technique is absolutely master-level.

"I now believe that you have killed more than three hundred red dragons in Alterac." Marian giggled.

There are war situation reports within the alliance. Although many military reports are accompanied by magical images, the proud elves always feel that humans have lied about the military situation and exaggerated the battle achievements.

Otherwise, why did 50,000 orcs beat the high elves like dogs, while 20,000 to 30,000 humans beat the orcs to death? Doesn't this mean that the high elves are inferior to humans?

Deep down, the elves cannot accept this fact.

Khadgar spread his hands and said, "I don't want to either. I have cut hundreds of red dragons. Now I can cut a red dragon into pieces with my eyes closed."

What is Duke doing at this moment?

I felt both emotional and secretly smiling in my heart.

Two great magic gods of Azeroth: Khadgar is a tragedy. Unless he gets involved with the Lich King in the future, this is the end of Khadgar's life. Rhonin... I really don't know if Rhonin can rise to the height of "history" in this life.

However, this is not something Duke has to worry about.

After dozens of arcane golems modeled after the Curator of Karazhan cleaned up the scene, Khadgar led his men to retreat.

"Okay, what do we do now?" Gavinrad looked at the supplies brought back from Karazhan, but was worried that there were not enough horses to transport them.

Because the mage's storage bag stores food, it sometimes goes bad.

Duke suddenly smiled, turned his hand, and pointed his thumb behind him: "Why don't we ask our friends over there?"

Outsiders have no idea what Duke is doing.

In Grim Batol, Queen Alexstrasza, who had transformed into a human form and had been crawling on the cold floor, twitching in pain from time to time, suddenly opened her eyes.

The biggest reason why the Red Dragonflight is willing to be enslaved by the orcs is that the entire tribe is connected on the soul level.

The Queen's will is absolute. Likewise, the red dragons at the lower level also serve as support for the Queen's power.

On this day, Alexstrasza once again felt the loss of the Red Dragonflight.

For those dragonflies who only have animal instincts and the wisdom of a five or six-year-old human child, to be honest, a loss is a loss. As long as they are not red dragons with complete self-will, they cannot be considered part of the Red Dragonflight in the strict sense.