Stormwind God

This time, Gezla is the most valued of the three generations of red dragons. Despite his brutality and serious destructive tendencies, as a fighting dragon, all these can only be regarded as advantages.

Gezla was killed, almost instantly.

The specific situation did not feel the Queen of the Red Dragon, she just instinctively determined that the strong must come.

It was only the image of the soul that came from a little female dragon that made Alestasa cry and laugh.

Duke Marcus.

The moment he saw the image, Alexstrasza recognized Duke.

To be honest, Alexstrasza has never taken the strong man of human beings seriously. There are only so few humans who can really see her eyes. At that time, even if it was the Master of the Sun and Anastrian and Antonidas at the level of the monarch of a country, Her Majesty the queen also said "Oh", no more.

Even in the long years, there are not many great people who can be remembered by her.

She only remembered Duke, and it was Duke, who was also a land mage at that time.

Without it, the siege of Karazhan impressed her too much.

The magical barrage of heavy rain, it seemed that the entire Red Dragon Army could be killed and wounded in a magical baptism. It was actually a small fireworks made by that little Duke.

The dying dragon can't hit, and the small magic that does not count itching must be hit every time. Alexstrasza really has the feeling that the entire ethnic group has been ridiculed by Duke. Panasonic turned back and thanked Dade in private for the cunning young man, and sent him a certificate of merit.

Now he is here again.

As a possible savior.

Speaking of, this time being controlled, it was also the Dragons who smashed their own feet.

At first, because of Nesario's betrayal, the dragons suffered heavy casualties, and even made the blue dragons almost extinct.

Finally, the corrupted [Dragon Soul] was recaptured, and the Dragons cast a spell on this artifact that turned into [Demon Soul], making it impossible for any Dragons to use this artifact. But the proud Dragon family forgot the other races, and this is the shame of today.

If she had been in the past, she would definitely dismiss the fact that the Alliance sent such a kid to save her.

Unfortunately, during the period of being controlled by [Devil's Soul] and being enslaved by the orcs, the dignity of the Dragons has been trampled on.

Locked with chains, beaten arbitrarily, and arbitrarily inflicted with soul-level pain ...

And the orc warlock Nekrus is already using her as a bargaining chip, forcing those second-generation dragons to mate to produce more young dragons for the tribe to use.

Had it not been for Alexstrasza's discovery, as long as she remained humanoid, the orcs would not force her to mate with other dragons, and perhaps it would have been worse.

As a matter of fact, Alexstrasza could hardly support it. She could feel her weakness on the soul level. If she yields or weakens completely, she will not be able to maintain the protection magic on her dragon eggs and protect her possible children.

The dragon of Azeroth is a bit magical. The dragon egg of the mother dragon is not a true offspring. Just like human female eggs, not every egg will become a child, but one egg will be discharged every month.

Red Dragon is a bit similar. Mother dragons ovulate relatively regularly, that is, dragon eggs. However, these dragon eggs must undergo special soul inheritance and infusion of power by the male dragon before they can hatch into true dragons. Of course, the mother dragon can use its power to catalyze the dragon eggs to hatch the young dragons, but these young dragons are often just dregs.

The strength of the parent determines the maximum strength of the offspring. If a dragon wants to have a strong child, then it is best to find a dragon with a similar level as a companion.

Alexstrasza knew very well that countless ambitions peered at her darling dragon eggs.

The Queen of the Red Dragon couldn't help whispering in her heart: "Duke! Come and save me, if you successfully save me before my baby is hit, then I will be grateful for your whole life. Otherwise ... hum! Too late, just Don't blame me for being angry with you ... well, it seems that I can't ask a little human to be so perfect ... so tangled ... "

On the one hand, she had to look forward to Duke's rescue, hoping that he would come quickly, and on the other hand, she felt that it was too much to pin her hope on a human with a weak strength.

Alexstrasza, in a whirlpool of despair, was a little messy at this moment.

The red dragon queen who once stood high and smiled proudly in the sky, Duke couldn't predict it.

At this moment, Duke met an unexpected ally.

In the original time and space, when the Alliance instigated the rescue of the Red Dragon Queen, it was already defeating the main force of the tribe, leaving only the tribal clans scattered in various places to stubbornly resist. Therefore, in the entire wetland area, in addition to the orc dragon cavalry of the Dragonmaw clan, there are also a large number of alliances to arm the Wildhammer Dwarf Griffon Knights from Eagle's Nest Mountain, the Bronzebeard Dwarf Army from Ironforge, and the Silver from Lordaeron. hand.

At this point in time, here is the enemy behind in the standard sense.

Duke hadn't expected anyone to come here to help him, but who knew he met a big man, Prince Muradin * Bronzebeard.

It is said to be the prince, because the father of the three brothers of the bronze whisker has already died, and now he is the successor king of Magni. Muradin, the second brother of Magni, naturally rose to be the prince.

After the little female dragon ran away, Duke was stunned, watching Muradin and a group of dwarf warriors emerging from the ground: "How are you here?"

"Fart! You deputy commander in the league can come, why can't I, the Khazmodan dwarf, be here?"

Well, dwarves are always so simple and straightforward. From a human perspective, this is almost crude.

Duke couldn't help smiling.

Yes indeed! This is strictly a dwarf territory, but it is occupied by the tribe.

"Haha, I was wrong. I'm glad to meet you, my friend." Duke bent down happily and opened his arms.

Duke knew immediately that he was overjoyed.

"Welcome, Bronzebeard Dwarf's forever friend." Muradin, carrying at least sixty pounds of iron armor, almost rushed up and gave Duke a hug.

"Kala." Duke clearly heard the crunch of his bones. It was a little bit worse. Duke felt that he was going to have multiple body fractures.

Muradin immediately realized that he had passed, and immediately let go of Duke: "Hell, your human mage is a weak bone."

Whoo! It's me! I'm wrong! I am a college animal, and I walked over to this constitution. Blame me? I'm already exercising! I'm working out! (To be continued.)