Chapter 1135 The Unreliable Cloud-Penetrating Arrow

The System Elf has an advantage. Even if Duke himself has completely forgotten things that existed in Duke's memory, as long as they existed deep in his memory, the System Elf can dig them out.

Occasionally, I watched the new product launch conference of Milan Fashion Week on TV, and the system wizard was able to dig it out.

The system can also find the styles of Swarovski artificial crystal ornaments that you have seen on the roadside.

Duke, who was stingy, was reluctant to give Onyxia real diamonds, so he made a batch of glass ornaments that were designed to fool people.

Who knows, this is like turning on a magical switch. With small rewards such as new clothes and fake diamonds, the Black Dragon Princess's cooperation with training has significantly improved.

Even if he made a mistake and was spanked by Duke with a paddle, he would cry and endure it happily.

What's even more wonderful is that she still retains a touch of resistance and a strong sense of shame, and always refuses to put a collar around her dragon's neck.

"The reins only symbolize that I have been conquered and lost my freedom. The collar represents that I have lost myself and become a mindless thing like a dragon beast. Choose, my master. No matter which one, it does not mean that I give up. Resist this choice. The only difference is which one has a smaller chance." Onyxia said stubbornly.

Duke touched her head and finally did not put the collar on her.

No reason, simply because [Onyxia's Reins] has more historical significance.

More than a month has passed, and time has entered the door of darkness on April 2, 21.

For Onyxia, the former carefree and carefree life of scheming, playing around with human nobles, causing conflicts and chaos everywhere has slowly faded in her mind.

I don't know when she started to get used to the current life of being restrained, looking at faces, and working hard for little sweet things that she would never take a look at before.

She kept working hard to meet Duke's various novel requirements, but sometimes failed because of her clumsy movements or not knowing what to do, and then received various punishments, big and small, that made her ashamed.

He clearly knew that the noble dragon clan should never bow to a mortal, but he unknowingly got used to calling him 'Master'. It took me a few seconds to realize that the owner's name was Duke Marcus.

This kind of sinking made her feel sad and helpless.

It's not that she didn't think about resisting.

As the days passed, her physical condition improved.

Many times, Duke acted like an unsuspecting idiot, walking past the mouth of her dragon form like a walking dessert.

She could tear him to pieces if she opened her mouth.

But I just recalled the scene where Duke was 'bitten to death' by her in the twilight forest and then immediately resurrected.

Although she subconsciously thought that it was a very clever illusion, and that as long as it bit Duke's body, he would definitely be able to kill him, but after thinking about it, she found that she was becoming less and less willing to make such an attempt to resist.

What even she didn't expect was that instead of being disgusted with her current living situation, she took it for granted and even enjoyed it very much.

"How could I be willing to stay in that dirty and tasteless lair in Dustwallow Marsh for thousands of years?" With this thought, Onyxia seemed to be on the road of no return as Duke's exclusive mount day and night. Going further and further.

During this period, the tribe organized a 3,000-man assault group, which passed through the dwarven territory and began to attack Blackrock Tower from the Searing Gorge. It was a commando group that included almost all the powerful chieftains of the tribe except Thrall. According to Vanessa's report, the tribe should be fighting towards the upper level of Black Rock Tower where Red's Black Hand is located.

Turalyon's material harvesting team is progressing quite smoothly. According to the Thorium Brotherhood's drawings, the materials are now enough to make a set of fire resistance equipment for warriors [Dark Iron Suit], as well as chain armor, leather armor, and plate armor. Two sets of each of the three fire resistance sets.

According to Duke, the warriors responsible for carrying lord-level monsters in the Molten Core need higher fire resistance. But for other professions, generally speaking, three pieces of fire resistance are enough.

Hearing that Duke was preparing to launch the crusade against Ragnaros in three days, Turalyon expressed concern: "The Molten Core is too bad. In that high temperature and heat situation, let alone fighting, just staying there feels... It’s hard to breathe. I haven’t led the team into an area more than two thousand steps away from the entrance. Now the fire resistance suit is not enough, so rashly launching a crusade will be very disadvantageous for us.”

Duke shook his head: "We don't have much time. It is certainly the tribe's duty to defeat the traitor Red Blackhand. But I'm afraid the tribe will fail. In front of Nefarian, the current king of the black dragon, even if the tribe is led by Grom, It should be impossible to please.”

"What about fire resistance equipment?" Turalyon asked.

Duke pouted: "I asked Magni to bring an anvil and bring enough other materials. As soon as we have enough materials, we will do it on the spot."

"Okay! You've always been right before. I hope you will be too in the future."

Duke patted Turalyon on the shoulder: "The Dark Portal will be left to you."

"I'll try my best." In fact, Turalyon had the same worries about the Dark Portal. Because Wyrmrest Temple has recently informed that the Burning Legion has begun to launch a new round of attacks, and it is very likely that they will break through the Dark Portal.

The crux of the matter is that there are only so many strong players in the alliance. Ragnaros, the King of Fire Demon, is not just a cat or a dog. If the Alliance does not mobilize more than 80% of the strong men, it will just wait for Ragnaros to turn the entire southern continent into a flaming purgatory.

Transferring Turalyon, who can stand alone, back to guard the Dark Portal is already the limit of the alliance.

Turalyon understood the importance and subconsciously clenched the [Quel'Zaram] in his hand. The details of his movements were noticed by Duke.

Duke hesitated and handed a magic flare gun to Turalyon.

"What is this? What kind of cloud-piercing arrow is it? What I need now are heroic helpers, not thousands of troops!" Turalyon joked.

Duke is a bit embarrassed, the flare gun is Duke's invention. When Duke promoted the flare gun, the slogan was an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops coming to meet each other.

"This... Anyway, at the last moment, just use it when you really have nothing to do."

Turalyon rolled his eyes: "Don't tell me that you actually enslaved a demon lord, and then asked me to use the demon lord to deal with the demon lord."

This time it was Duke's turn to roll his eyes: "It's not convenient for me to take the guys to Molten Core in Karazhan. But these guys all have problems of one kind or another."

"Okay! Don't worry. If the demon wants to enter Azeroth through the Dark Portal, he must first step over the corpses of me and one hundred thousand soldiers."