Chapter 634 The True Meaning of the Grand Ceremony

If it is human saliva, it will cause some pollution at most.

The dragon's breath itself has a good lethality. Even if it is not complete, so many breaths of dragon's breath can still cause a lot of damage. Of course, most of the dragons themselves are thick-skinned and thick-skinned guys. Compared with that little injury, it was the majestic Deathwing Neltharion's funny performance that surprised the dragons even more.

It is foreseeable that in the next millennium, this will be the laughing stock of the Dragon Clan.

Alexstrasza also rolled her eyes. She originally hoped for a just trial that all the dragons could take as a warning. Who knew that Neltharion's remnant soul would not enter, and she didn't feel any guilt at all. ? This made the four-color giant dragon, who was determined to revenge and give the most severe punishment to the rebellious dragon king, a feeling of punching the air.

Well, leave it to Duke, Duke finally solved the problem. It's just that it's not in the form that several guardian dragons want...

Only then did Neltharion's remnant soul come to his senses: "Duke! You tricked me!? No—of course I have brains, and I decided to dominate this world with my own will!"

"Yes yes yes! Anyone who yells 'I am the master of the world' a thousand times will feel like a god for a moment." Duke replied angrily.

This immediately aroused the laughter of countless dragons below. Many guardian dragons of the temple that were hovering in mid-air even laughed so hard that their stomachs ached and almost fell from mid-air. The sight of thousands of dragons giggling with interlaced sharp fangs is really horrifying.

Luckily Duke didn't see it.

Alexstrasza also endured very hard, and kept telling himself, "At times like this, I must not laugh."

"I am the great Neltharion, my wisdom is the highest! Don't you see that I have fooled you idiots for ten thousand years?" The soul wrapped around the black dragon's corpse roared.

This sentence made all the four-color dragons feel bad.

Who knows, Duke immediately added a fatal blow: "Yes, yes, you are the most intelligent Neltharion. After the brain eater opened your head, he dismissed you. Instead, the dung beetle saw your head Everything in it, the eyes are bright."

Alexstrasza: "..."

Nozdormu: "..."

Malygos: "..."

Ysera, who is far away in the Emerald Dream, is paying attention to this side: "..."

After three seconds of dead silence, I don't know which dragon with the lowest laugh fell down first, laughing loudly. Then came the second, and the third, a good Dragon Ceremony, turned into a comedy special.

The Red Dragon Queen really loves and hates Duke. She likes Duke's rescue, but hates this incompatible guy for messing up the atmosphere. She gouged out Duke's eyes fiercely, and then sighed: "Oh, Neltharion—you pathetic guy, you actually uphold a false will to bring disaster to the world of Azeroth for a full ten thousand years. This is the misfortune of the Dragon Clan, and it is also the sorrow of the Dragon Clan. However, all suffering and betrayal will come to an end today..."

Three humanoid dragons occupy the three directions of east, west, east and west, and Ysera's humanoid phantom also suddenly appeared in the north.

The four dragon kings stretched out their right hands at the same time and pressed in the void, and four huge virtual images of dragon claws of different colors appeared on the top floor of the Dragon Rest Temple.

The four dragon claws cut down mercilessly, and an unbelievably huge force immediately resonated with it in the Dragon's Rest Temple.

This force is so vast and astonishing that when the force approached Neltharion's remains and remnant soul, ripples like water waves appeared in the surrounding space.

"Aw!" Deathwing let out a painful howl from the seemingly insignificant power.

The four dragon kings remained unmoved, no, there should be a faint pleasure in their hearts.

With the fall of the phantom dragon claws, the ball of light enveloping Neltharion suddenly turned into countless lifelike little dragons the size of human arms. These little flying dragons, like real giant dragons, opened their mouths to bite Neltharion, slapped them down with their claws, and pulled them down with their dragon tails.

Duke finally saw that each blow of these little dragons weakened Nelthario's 'existence' in this world by one point.

Duke's heart is filled with excitement—the Dragon Clan is going to completely erase the existence of Nelthario!

This kind of erasure from body to soul, even if the Lich King is next to him, it is impossible to resurrect him as a bone dragon.

From the past, to the present, to the near future.

No remnants or relics of Neltharion will survive!

The voice of Neltharion's remnant soul suddenly changed from frightened and angry at the beginning to a low cry of pleading.

He was like a chalk-drawn chalk dragon that existed only on the blackboard and was being erased bit by bit.

The dragons fell silent.

Every dragon, every dragonborn watched this scene with complicated emotions.

When the last piece of darkness belonging to Neltharion disappeared in the horizon of all existence, Wyrmrest Temple suddenly shook violently, and then, within three seconds, a dragon head exactly like Neltharion's head appeared in the entire temple the highest point.

It was also Neltharion's head, but from the essence to the soul, it was completely different. That is purely a symbol of warning the dragons.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of giant dragons began to raise their heads high and howl to the sky. There was a dragon language song in the roar.

The translation is...

Ashes to dust, dust to dust.

There is a cause and an effect.

The end of the road of rebellion is destruction...

With the sound of dragon chants, the ceremony ended.

Regarding these complicated rituals of the Dragon Clan, Duke has always had a question—I am here to get the prize, my lord, why are you wasting so much of my time?

However, when Alexstrasza, under the witness of the other three dragon kings, buckled a brooch to Duke's chest, Duke's expression changed drastically.

"This is……"

"Congratulations, Duke Marcus Guardian."

right! That's right!

The same line of words is also marked in the system prompt: "With the unanimous consent of the four-color dragons of Wyrmrest Temple, the Dragon Clan has determined that you have inherited Medivh's mantle and become the patron saint of Azeroth (temporary). Although you are a temporary However, due to your outstanding performance in the Dragon Clan Ceremony, you have obtained military power above the standard."

"As long as the target is a non-Azeroth-native race, or an existence identified as an enemy by Wyrmrest Temple, you can call on Wyrmrest Temple's dragon army to fight for you unconditionally at any time and on any occasion. According to your existing dragon Sleeping Temple prestige, you can call a dragon squad each time (including a ten thousand year dragon, five thousand year dragons, three dragon elite captains, and five hundred dragon elite guards.)."

Duke wasn't finished being happy here, but Alexstrasza suddenly said, "Duke, I actually received a message. A demon is going to attack your Karazhan."

"I wipe!"

I ran out of manuscripts, had a low-grade fever of 38.3 degrees, and a severe cold. Apart from these, I have nothing to say