Chapter 1157 Showing Off the Mount (Please Vote for Me)

"Woo!" A huge dragon with a mouth full of vicious fangs let out a low and mournful cry like a small animal. This scene was really inconsistent.

Looking at the black dragon obediently falling from the sky while muttering, "I have no shame to meet other people of my race, shame! Shame!", the tribal chiefs were troubled.

If they hadn't clearly seen that Duke was sitting on the seat on the dragon's back, and that Duke was holding a long dark blue magic rein, and there were alliance and Marcus family marks on the black dragon's chest, they would probably have They'll turn around and run.

Even so, when the other troll warriors watched such a huge beast swinging away sand and stones and looking at them with her fierce and expressive golden vertical pupils, they couldn't help but tighten their hands. arms.

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

Looking at Duke jumping off the back of the black dragon, Mr. Hou's rough blue mouth with fangs squirmed for a long time, and finally he looked directly into Duke's eyes: "It seems... I owe you another life. . If you are an orc, you have earned my life and loyalty."

Duke shrugged: "Too bad I'm not."

Vol'jin quickly interrupted: "Did you know that Nefarian was in Blackwing Lair early in the morning?"

Vol'jin didn't want to bring up such a topic that was close to questioning, but Grom felt that he owed Duke too much. If a veteran powerhouse with Grom's status made a big event that crossed races and camps and joined humans, it would be very serious. very troublesome.

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

Duke turned to look at Vol'jin and sighed: "I know that behind Red Blackhand stands the Black Dragon King Nefarian, but based on my understanding of Nefarian and Onyxia's testimony, I think unless someone hits Nefarian in front of the highest throne in Blackwing Lair, with his pride, he will never bother to take action against any existence in person."

Wojin was stuck for a moment, unable to say anything else.

At this time, Grom, who was still on the stretcher, waved his hand: "Enough! Vol'jin! I know my identity and the mission on my shoulders very well. No matter what happens, it is still an ironclad fact that the Blackhand brothers betrayed the tribe. Moreover, the Alliance uses the Horde to contain Nefarian, and our Horde also uses the Alliance to deal with Ragnaros?"

Grom's aboveboard words made Vol'jin's neck seem to be stuck, and he was speechless for a long time. In the end, he could only sigh long and faintly.

Grom bared his teeth as if because of the pain, and said: "The tribe needs the power of the alliance, and the alliance also needs the tribe. Please be sure to help the tribe this time, and the tribe will be rewarded! As for me, as long as something big happens, , even if I burn my soul to death, I will not frown."

A man, a real man, every spit and a nail.

Regarding Grom's request, Duke was still moved by it even though he already had a budget in mind.

Duke smiled, gently stretched out his hand, and connected with Grom's huge and scarred hand: "Welcome to join the Alliance and Horde Alliance again."

At this moment, both Vol'jin and Kane were visibly relieved.

No matter what, 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 had no chance to ask: "Duke, is this black dragon behind you...the Onyxia from before?"

In fact, it's not just the heroes of the tribe who are in trouble, the Alliance is also very upset.

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 into Countess Katrana and almost stole the supreme power of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

In addition to their strong fighting power, the second label that the Black Dragon clan has been labeled by the world is that they are cunning and cunning.

However, such a powerful, cunning and cunning black dragon, and the princess of the black dragon clan, was now tied with a rein, held in Duke's hand, and stayed behind Duke quietly as a backdrop. This is incredible!

"Well! She won't rebel now. She is my exclusive mount for the time being."

"Ride...?" The big bosses of the tribe - Vol'jin, Grom, Kane, and Varok - all had their eyelids twitching wildly.

In this miserable tribe, only the chief is qualified to have a flying dragon as a mount.

alright!

People are so irritating!

You have to throw it away when comparing things!

His mount is a dragon, and Duke's mount is also a dragon.

But a so-called flying dragon like a wyvern, even though it has the word "dragon" in it, is actually just a third-rate subspecies of dragon. How can it compare with Duke's mount?

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

Being able to ride a thousand-year-old adult dragon is already very impressive.

No one thought they could ride an ancient dragon.

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

The astonishment, as if their jaws were dislocated, was all written on the faces of the tribe's leaders. They had no difficulty in trying to stuff an ostrich egg into their wide-open mouths.

At this time, a terrifying dragon power rose behind Duke.

"Duke! You bastard! When did this princess admit that you are my master!? Stop being so sentimental! I just deceived you and took the opportunity to heal. Today I will take this opportunity to raise my counterattack... Wow! " Before the Black Dragon Princess finished her declaration of rebellion, a huge palm of arcane energy, as if dropped by the gods, fell from the sky and directly pressed Onyxia's dragon head, pressing her dragon's mouth to the ground.

For a moment, Vol'jin felt that Onyxia actually wanted to resist. It was obvious that she had just been able to fight on an equal footing with Valastaz, and was able to dodge the dragon's breath that was as fast as the wind, but in front of Duke, she was inexplicably awed, and her reactions and movements were obviously a beat slower. .

The result of the hesitation was that her huge dragon head was held down by the magic hand and kept rubbing against the ground.

"Asshole master! You will regret it! You will definitely regret it! Ouch -" Onyxia seemed to be struggling unruly, completely unaware that her name for Duke had changed.

"Hey! You haven't used the Fang Jie Wa for three days, do you really want to rebel? Today I will let you taste the taste of the dragon training whip." Duke raised his hand and turned out a special nine-tailed whip.

It is hard to imagine that such a big black dragon would look timid when seeing a small nine-tailed whip with each thin whip 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 whine like a small animal.