Chapter 500 Drinking This Cup of Dichlorvos

Young master, I am working hard for the entire alliance, coordinating so many kingdoms day and night.

I'm in charge of the war, I'm in charge of logistics, I'm in charge of diplomacy, and I'm in charge of coordination.

Your home city of Lordaeron was almost stolen, so I personally led someone to rescue you.

It's all right now, I finally turned from defense to offense, and I see some hope of winning the battle.

I'm not dead yet!

Nima's already moving my people! ?

Terenas Menethil! I will grass eighteen generations of your ancestors, and then eighteen generations of your descendants!

Duke's teeth were only clenched, his chest was heaving violently, his arms kept shaking due to excessive force, and the nails of both hands sank deeply into the palms of his hands.

There is a very famous saying in "World of Warcraft": "Don't be afraid of bosses who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs."

But there is another kind of person who is more angry and disgusting than the pig teammate - that is the traitor!

right!

In Duke's eyes, Terenas is the out-and-out hero!

traitor!

Pretend to come out of the Virgin Mary table.

Duke couldn't stop King Aiden Perenold from dying. But he had already stated early on that he wanted to keep the Barov family. Well now, even before he received the definite news that Duke had died, Terenas had already treated Duke as a dead man, and began to seize power, and began to pave the way for Lordaeron's 'rise'.

Duke really wanted to open the portal to go back immediately, and said to Terenas: "Ah! The sun is so dazzling tonight! What what? You ask me why there is sun at night? It's very simple! Because Terenas you The bastard is a blind man. Can't see the situation, can't see the future, but sit in the highest seat! You trash! Your heart is as black as the darkest night!"

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Duke suddenly ran out of the cave and laughed wildly on the mountainside.

His laughter drifted far, far away with the strong wind!

Originally, Duke was still thinking about whether he, who is familiar with the historical process, should stop Terenas' precious son, His Royal Highness Alsace, from killing his father.

Now for some reason, Duke suddenly longed to see the scene where Alsace killed his father.

That old bastard's astonished and terrified expression must be great!

"Hoohoo! It seems that you really want me to die. But——I don't!" Duke's eyes suddenly became determined.

The fierce gaze is like a knife like a sword! Like waves and anger!

However, just when Duke's thoughts were extremely messy, he suddenly received a new message from Krasus.

"Sorry, all failed."

Duke was absolutely certain that Krasus, who was the most gifted in magic among the Dragon Clan, sensed Deathwing's eavesdropping, so he gave such a nonsensical magic message that only Duke could understand.

Duke suddenly became terrified.

What the hell is going on? Didn't Krasus convince the other three guardian dragons in history? How did it all fail?

What the hell!

I got the most important Deathwing Amulet, and now you actually tell me that the three most important helpers are not coming? Then I will play a ghost!

At this moment, Duke had the urge to cry.

That's right, a man doesn't flick his tears easily.

But now I feel so uncomfortable that I want to cry.

"Is this the so-called despair? No! Absolutely not! I, Duke, am a man who wants to become a god of law in Azeroth! If Krasus' useless wood can't handle the three giant guardian dragons, then I will run one by myself." Good trip."

Said it was just a trip, but in fact Duke didn't have time to go to the ice and snow on another continent to find Malygos, the king of blue dragons, nor did he have the time to go to the Cavern of Time in the desert to extract Nozdormu, the king of time.

Duke's only chance is Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen hiding in the Emerald Dream.

Ysera, the Emerald Dream she guards is the reflection of Azeroth in the dream, and everything that happens in the Emerald Dream and reality will affect each other.

In theory, it is easy to find Ysera, as long as you dream and contact her in the dream.

In actual operation, if it wasn't for the kind of extraordinary dream constructed with extremely powerful spiritual power, it would be impossible to attract Ysera's attention at all.

Duke hid back in the cave, in a recess not far from the entrance of the cave, he sealed his body with ice to ensure that the change of his life breath would not be noticed by Deathwing immediately. After ordering the system elves to keep an eye on the Deathwing Amulet, Duke took out a bottle of potion from the storage space.

This is a black bottle.

Affixed a special label, put it in the designated place, and he found it quickly.

This thing is called [Dream of Death]. Even in Karazhan's laboratory, it was regarded as taboo by Medivh, with the strictest protection and the most dangerous label.

Just three drops of this venom on the tip of the arrow killed Manta, the king of the abyss.

Just three drops killed an existence that was ten times the size and strength of a giant dragon.

Just like Deathwing, almost everyone thought Manta was absolutely invincible back then.

Now Duke is going to take some [Dream of Death], and what he wants to use is the strongest hallucinogenic property among these things.

"The deepest sleep, the deepest dream..." Duke said to himself as he opened the bottle, "If I can do it, then Ysera should be there... No, she must be there."

"But if the portion is too much, then I will be the one to die."

"Ordinary people only have one chance, but am I an ordinary person?" Duke laughed at himself.

right!

Duke was not afraid of death.

But afraid of decay or destruction on the soul level.

The curse that Sargeras used before kneeling was something of this level.

Compared to the slow countdown to death like a frog boiled in warm water, Duke is more willing to fight him.

How many times do you fight in life?

He took out a cup and a small bottle of pure water from the storage space. Then he poured just enough water into the glass to drink in one gulp, and opened the small black bottle. He carefully lifted the open black bottle over the glass.

Three drops of poison killed Manta in seconds. How many drops does Duke himself need?

The deepest sleep and eternal death...the difference between their natures is far smaller than most people think.

Duke tilted his hand, pouring out the tiniest drop of poison he could. Watching the drop of poison silently fall into the glass of water. Duke replaced the cap on the vial and picked up the cup.

"Your sister, it would be nice if there was a comfortable big spring bed at this time." Duke added: "Well, it would be even better to have two big-breasted elf girls accompany me on the left and right."

Duke smiled handsomely, and said to himself, "Come on! Drink this cup of dichlorvos!"

After all, drink it up.