Chapter 629 Dragon Ceremony (Part 1)

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Duke, who returned to his bedroom, looked out the window into the distance, and the thick black covered Duke's entire field of vision.

The hustle and bustle of the triumphal day still echoed in his ears, and Duke knew that new challenges would continue to come.

Now that he has become a part of Azeroth, he cannot ignore the challenges that come one after another.

That's right, before the Titans from the Pantheon really arrive in Azeroth and fight the Burning Legion, the world of Azeroth is like a damn defensive game. No matter how many waves of enemies you defeat, there will still be new enemies coming .

Persevere, maybe there is still a chance.

Giving up is the end of all things.

Looking back, the Fengxingzhe sisters who were sleeping together raised their eyebrows and opened their sleepy eyes.

Alleria: "Duke, are you done?"

Veresa: "Go to sleep, you have done a good job today, leave tomorrow's work to tomorrow."

After all, the two warm and fragrant nephrite jade-like female bodies tremblingly moved away from a gentle seat. Duke smiled and lay down, hugging Veresa on the left and Aurelia on the right.

If there is no crisis that will come in the future, this is already a perfect life!

In his heart, Duke said to himself: "Yes! The person I love, the person I cherish, and the world I love, this is the motivation for me to fight for it in Azeroth!"

In the days that followed, Duke was very busy.

Whether it is coordinating post-war reconstruction with various countries, or discussing with the dwarves how to transform various farm tools, or carrying out his railway plan.

The time to step into the dark portal is December 31, 2020.

The news Duke had been waiting for came.

Alexstrasza's magic message: "Okay. That guy Malygos is finally crazy enough. That guy frozen Neltharion's head, and then took 'him' to the year when the blue dragonflight was wiped out. After tossing and crying and laughing for a long time, I was finally willing to take back the traitor's head."

Duke rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly.

After killing his wife and all his children, and then not being able to take revenge for 10,000 years, it is estimated that anyone would go crazy.

For a guy like Malygos, how much sanity he can recover is already the result of the Dragon Clan burning incense and worshiping Buddha. But thinking of the crazy actions of the blue dragon king in the future, Duke also had to sigh.

For Malygos, Duke can only make a fortune.

"When will the celebration of Wyrmrest Temple be held?"

"Tomorrow, January 1st, at nine o'clock in the morning, you come to Dragonbone Wilderness."

"Huh? In such a rush?"

"The celebration has been prepared a long time ago. A large number of dragons from the other three clans are waiting for that bastard Malygos, okay!" The queen gritted her teeth.

yes! A group of dragons happily celebrated killing the traitor, breathing out the breath of the dragon and roasting beef in the ice and snow, waiting and waiting for the traitor's head to arrive. Although Nozdormu temporarily surrendered Neltharion's body early, in most things, the head is the most valuable.

The dragon head has a very sacred meaning.

Without the head of a traitor, I feel regretful about everything I say, as if a lot of things are missing.

After waiting for a full week, Malygos was willing to bring back the head of the rebellious Black Dragon King. No wonder the dragons of the other three tribes are not sulking.

That can't be helped.

The four dragon kings are all guardian dragons, and they are equal in the final analysis. Unless a certain dragon did something too outrageous, and was considered by other dragon clans to have exceeded the scope of "salvation", otherwise, for the sake of the same clan, just bear it.

"Okay! I'll be there on time tomorrow."

Time has entered the Dark Portal. On January 1, 3rd year, the kings of Lordaeron City are still busy with various meetings.

Post-war reconstruction, bilateral trade, multilateral trade, re-division of territorial boundaries, determination of sea power... all kinds of troubles still plague every king, and even every lord below.

Originally in the Kingdom of Stormwind, things in these areas were inseparable from Duke, but Duke had to ask Ryan for leave first.

At half past eight, Duke's room was still busy.

Obviously only Duke went to Wyrmrest Temple to attend the Dragon Clan celebration, but he acted as if the entire Stormwind Kingdom executives were going there.

Ryan and Anduin were chatting in the corner of the room.

Alleria, who was dressed in a green ranger outfit, crossed her arms in front of her lower abdomen, resting her elbows on her palms, leaning her back against the wall, watching her sister and Ilucia fiddling with Duke's clothes.

Duke, who is hopeless and already a useless cat, poses in a cross shape. He is so miserable that he has to look straight ahead.

"Should I add a belt? The mage's robe is too fluttering." Veresa frowned while resting her chin.

"I think so too, enough energy!" Ilucia nodded.

Duke bared his teeth: "Even if I dress well, will those dragons appreciate it? By the way, you have dragged me out of bed at seven o'clock, and you have been tossing me for an hour and a half. Is it still not good?"

"Whether you appreciate it or not is another matter. The key is that you have to have a good attitude. I really haven't heard that Wyrmrest Temple has invited any human beings to enter in the past ten thousand years." Ilucia, who has always been weak, came out. Unexpected comments were made.

Duke couldn't help complaining in his heart: Am I going to tell you that in the future, because the Dragon Clan can't withstand the siege of the Dragon Rest Temple by a certain Dragon Clan, they will seek support from the powerful clans of the Alliance to make it as lively as a vegetable market?

At this time, Alleria added a knife: "No, I have seen Her Majesty Alexstrasza's human-shaped dress, it fits very well!"

You sister, as long as a woman has a good figure, good looks, and wears a three-point armor or something, any man will find it seductive.

Tucao to Tucao, Duke still can only obediently be his human clothes hanger.

Finally finished tossing.

Duke set off with a burst of blessings.

Almost as soon as he crossed the portal and reached Dragonblight, Duke froze like a dog. The coldness in the Keelwild of Northrend in the extreme north is completely different from the coldness in the northern part of Lordaeron.

It's like the winter in the south before crossing and the winter in Siberia. Can this be compared?

Just a little bit closer, and Duke felt like he was going to freeze to death.

"Phew!" There was a stream of heat rising from the magic circuit of [Phoenix Flame], and almost at the same time, a warm fire element cover was also covering the outside body. It wasn't too hot, but it resisted Northrend's attack well. Biting cold wind.

Duke finally came to his senses, it was Krasus!

"Welcome, my old friend!" The tall Krasus came over and gave Duke a polite hug.

It turned out that one person and one dragon were casual acquaintances. After Duke rescued the Red Dragon Queen and planned to kill Neltharion, they became friends.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King will arrive in half an hour. Now let me introduce you to the representatives of each race."