Chapter 503 Three Dragons Club (Part 1)

Why turn a blind eye?

"It's not that simple to save Alexstrasza. And I can feel Neltharion lurking near her. If you forcefully fight Neltharion, the possible price...even I don't know Is it worth it? If even I fall, it will be the day when the Emerald Dream collapses."

Just as Duke was about to say something, he suddenly found himself speechless.

Yes, this is Ysera's territory. She is the absolute master here.

"Even in the most distant past, our guardian dragons were only entrusted with the responsibility of guarding this world..." Ysera sighed.

Duke found himself able to speak: "Do you want to say that humans, elves, and dwarves are not within your protection?"

Ysera did not reply positively: "Wouldn't it be better to let this world fend for itself? If Alexstrasza is destined to be rescued, then what is destined to happen will happen naturally?"

Her indifference... was also the common indifference of the three guardian dragons including her, which made Duke extremely unhappy. Duke raised his head proudly: "Although I'm sorry, but I want to say that you are wrong. Fate certainly has its own trajectory, but fate will never remain the same. There is no predestined death, and there is no predestined failure. If every When an existence encounters a choice, if everyone hides and dreams like you, then it is a natural failure."

"..." Ysera fell silent.

"Or, what you fear is Deathwing Neltharion itself."

Ysera put away her wings: "Don't mention him!"

The corner of Duke's mouth twisted coldly, and he continued to ask: "Why not, answer me, the great Ysera? Is it about his memories that make you have nightmares? Is there a plague-like nightmare spreading in the world?"

Even though her eyes were still closed, Duke knew that Ysera must have some kind of fear of Deathwing in her heart.

"I swear, I'll never enter his dreams again. He's probably the only character who's scarier in his dreams than when he's awake."

If Ysera's words were told to Krasus, the red dragon would definitely be in a daze.

But Duke is absolutely clear why. After the ancient god N'Zoth drove Neltharion crazy with the whisper of the ancient god, Neltharion was actually in severe schizophrenia for a long time.

Reasoning with a madman?

That's really hehe.

Duke didn't care about Ysera's psychological shadow on Neltharion at all. His focus was only one from beginning to end—whether he could summon three ancient dragons to fight Deathwing to the death.

This is not an easy task.

Firstly, the demon soul took away their power. Although they will not be reduced to the level of Zhan Wuscum, they still have 50% off their power.

Second, Duke could clearly see that these guys were only willing to guard their one-acre three-point field now that ten thousand years had passed since the era of the giant dragon.

Malygos, the king of blue dragons, became mentally ill because of the annihilation of the blue dragon army and the death of his wife.

Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king, is only willing to focus on his collection every day, becoming a dead house.

The Green Dragon Queen Ysera... is already the most talkative.

Duke raised his head high: "You are afraid of Neltharion, but you and your race still haven't given up your attention to humans, elves, and dwarves, have you? Even if you are afraid, you are still looking for ways to destroy Neltharion. way, isn't it?"

Ysera sighed: "So what? Even if I drag Neltharion into the Emerald Dream, I can't destroy him. Even in my domain, there is no limit!"

Duke's voice became clearer and higher-pitched: "What you can't do doesn't mean that other people and other races can't do it. In this world, human beings are indeed a new race. But so what? We haven't created many miracles yet. Is it so rare for human beings to realize those seemingly absurd dreams? Since you think you can’t do it, why don’t you dare to give it a go and let me rewrite your fate for you?”

The huge body of the Green Dragon Queen trembled.

"Ysera, I tell you that I have found a way to save Alexstrasza. Whether I can get your help or not, I will fight Deathwing with her. You, Malygos, Nozdormu The only difference is whether we can take this opportunity to seriously damage Deathwing. Just because you don't dare, doesn't mean the other Aspects don't dare. Contact Malygos and Nozdormu for me, I'll convince them. "

Duke knew that Ysera was still a little lacking in courage, or that she didn't trust him enough.

Silently sensed Duke's mind, or the escaped dream atmosphere that only she could taste.

"You're not lying... well, if you really want to, I'll call them for you..."

The shape of the dream dragon swayed.

Duke suddenly noticed that Ysera had transformed, and standing in front of him was a slender, fair-skinned woman. She was beautiful, but she was as empty as air. She was wearing a silky pale green tulle gown, with a veil covering the lower half of her face. In a way, she reminds Duke of the ethereal fairy sister in the cemetery...though of course they're not the same thing.

Her eyes were still shut.

Suddenly Ysera's eyes opened wide. Duke was stunned, it was a pair of eyes beyond his conceptual cognition.

Full of psychedelic colors, as if the eyes belonged to someone he knew, someone he loved deeply. It seemed that these eyes were very strange to him.

It seemed that at that moment, Duke lost his ability to distinguish colors, because he unexpectedly saw various colors in Ysera's eyes: blue, green, red, black, golden... every color There are pupils. Another pair seemed to be the reflection of his own eyes.

Accompanied by this shocking eye-opening, Duke found that the spaces on his left and right were shaking violently.

On the left, there is thousands of miles of ice. In a huge ice cave with a height of one kilometer, a huge blue dragon has dull eyes and is indifferent to everything.

If he growled angrily, "Ysera! How many times have I told you! Don't peek into my dreams!", Ysera would find it funny.

But the ever-happy dragon now acted like an idiot, only glancing at Ysera and saying nothing.

On the right, there is thousands of miles of yellow sand. In a reddish-brown cave surrounded by golden quicksand in Tanaris, among countless huge, motionless monsters that look like sculptures, a sandstorm suddenly rolled up, and countless yellow sand began to gather. Gradually changed into a recognizable shape... that was the shape of a dragon.