Chapter 491 Sao Nian, I Will Show You the Way

That year in ancient times.

Neltharion was still a good young man. He diligently guarded the land of Azeroth day after day in accordance with the order of the Creation Titan. Until it found some prisons of the Old Gods in the depths of the earth, and then it was shot.

The Old Gods began to whisper to him, even through the prison cage, even after he left the prison area, they were still whispering.

Whispered to Neltharion with an uninterrupted series of spells that were more terrifying than Tang Monk in Journey to the West.

Just imagine, anyone would be in a trance for 20 minutes if someone kept repeating "You are a loli" in their ears, not to mention the high-frequency calls that lasted for an unknown number of years.

The old gods gradually corrupted Neltharion's heart, and they convinced Neltharion that if he destroyed all other races in Azeroth, he could let his black dragonflight rule the world and enslave the green dragon queen Yser Ra and the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza.

Now the amulet of Deathwing has a similar ability to brainwash Duke.

It is a low-frequency speech that is not perceived by the human auditory system. People seem to be unable to hear it, but in fact, the brain still responds to this sound.

Seeing the translated lingua franca in the system prompt, Duke sighed.

"You—Duke Marcus are me—the most loyal servant of the great Deathwing. My order is the highest meaning of your life. As long as I order, even if I want you to kill your dearest person , you will execute it unconditionally and without hesitation! My will is your will. My enemy is your enemy!"

After reading this paragraph of words that kept swiping the screen in the system prompt, Duke pouted: "You should add a sentence, 'It's not me, but the world' that's right."

"Host, how to deal with it?"

"Continue to receive, but in order to avoid that stupid dragon discovering, do not block. Every time a thousand identical messages are accumulated, they will be automatically deleted. When new instructions are found, filter them and notify me."

"Understood, host."

Looking at the darkness around him, Duke suddenly became a little envious of the dark vision ability of the elves.

In the primeval forest where you can't see your fingers, if you walk at night or something, you will either encounter ghosts, or you will step on some bad snakes and insects and get bitten back.

Duke shivered, but still gave up the idea of ​​walking at night. He found a small tree hole and used the power of the storm to remove the stains inside. After asking the system wizard to help keep watch, he fell asleep like this.

After tossing all night, Duke was also exhausted.

The next morning, Duke woke up exhausted feeling a year older. This is not an illusion, the curse from the demon king Sargeras is still devouring his vitality.

Counting, I spent a few days wandering in Lordaeron, two days on the road, four days after entering the wetland, and three days waiting at Muradin. Two weeks passed in a flash.

In the countdown to life, I only have two weeks left to live.

"Nimma, let's see if Krasus is not strong enough. He is not strong enough. I am really going to become a ghoul." In history, even a person as perfect as Queen Xi would not dare to become the Queen of the Forgotten. To see my own sister. If she really turned into a ghoul, Aurelia might not be able to bear it either.

Hurry up.

Who knows what else will come out.

Organized myself.

"Okay, if I don't make the first contact, Deathwing probably won't trust me either. System Elf, start the isolation procedure."

"As ordered."

After gently instructing the system elves, Duke had a thought in his mind—how should I get to Grim Batol?

This is an experiment, and Duke also knows that he is playing with fire. If he fails at this point in time, it is estimated that his end will definitely be death. A sense of thrill and excitement like playing a crazy roller coaster rose in Duke's heart.

That's what it's like to dance on the tip of a knife, to walk an uninsured tightrope over a sea of ​​fire.

Every cell in the whole body is jumping with excitement, every inch of flesh and blood seems to be burning.

"I bet a dime, with Deathwing's insidious and cunning personality, even if he leaves, he can't run far away. That bastard will definitely hide nearby, and if he thinks something is wrong with me, he will immediately come over and kill me." Duke He muttered to himself in his heart.

Whispering to himself, but impatient to see the effect, Duke was mentally reminded of the system prompt, 'How should I get to Grim Batol? ’, clicked send.

Almost as soon as this thought was sent out of the body, the amulet sent by Deathwing responded.

An image file was stuffed into the isolation area of ​​the system. I don't know if it was the evil intention of the system wizard. This guy made the image into a file. The file name is still 'Deathwing 01.mp4'.

Duke glanced at it, and was really drunk: The system is so annoying, why are you not the post sequence of the Blu-ray movie of 'm2st'?

Tucao returned to Tucao, Duke still clicked on this video.

In the spiritual world, Duke has an extra window.

The woodland as far as the eye can see happens to appear in the image.

However, this video is a complete stereoscopic video. As soon as Duke gritted his teeth, he still let this image enter his brain directly.

Out of the woodland, there is a rocky wasteland. On the wasteland, there is a barren path that should be stepped on by dwarf hunters. Through this path, you can reach Grim Batol, as well as the house where the orcs imprisoned the Red Dragon Queen. Mountain.

Duke saw the position of the sun and the direction of Grim Batol, and immediately understood his approximate position.

Deathwing took him a long way, from the middle of the wetlands directly to the mountains in the southeastern part of the wetlands, roughly between Grim Batol and the Boulder Dam.

This not only saves him a few days of travel, but most importantly, walking this way is equivalent to perfectly avoiding the tribe's formation at the foot of the Grim Batol Fortress. You must know that there are a total of 100,000 tribes staying there, and you don't know how many people there are. A "more or less" cannot escape.

Although this road is a mountain road, as long as he walks a little more diligently, he will be able to reach Grim Batol in two or three days.

The picture was jumping, and the next moment, the picture of Grim Batol's surrounding environment flashed in the picture.

Before Duke could react, the screen began to move.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Obviously, this high-altitude overlooking perspective is not human at all. It was probably recorded by Deathwing using some special aerial photography method.

The frame follows a path that quickly passes through the woods and into rocky terrain. Right there, it turned the corner and continued to accelerate forward. The cliffs and valleys receded rapidly, and the trees became a blur.