Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 408: Muradin

This time was different, as Gezira was one of the more respected red dragons of the third generation. Although he was violent and had a serious tendency to destroy, as a combat dragon, all of this could only be considered an advantage.

Gezira was killed almost instantly.

The Red Dragon Queen did not sense the specific situation, she just instinctively determined that the person coming must be a strong one.

But later, the soul image sent by a little female dragon made Alexstrasza laugh and cry.

Edmund Duke.

Alexstrasza recognized Duke the moment she saw the image.

To be honest, Alexstrasza never took the strong humans seriously. There were only a handful of humans who really caught her eye. Even when it came to the Grand Magus and the kings of a country, such as Anasterian and Antonidas, the queen just said "oh" and nothing more.

Even in the long years of over ten thousand years, there were not many great people she could remember.

The only person she remembered was Duke, and that was Duke who was just an Apprentice Wizard at the time.

It was simply because the siege of Karazhan had left such a deep impression on her.

The magic barrage that was like a torrential rain, the magic baptism that looked like it could cause heavy casualties to the entire Red Dragonflight, was actually turned into a fireworks display of unprecedented scale by that little Duke.

The dragon-killing magic was not enough to hit the target, and every small magic that didn't even count as scratching hit the target. Alexstrasza really felt like her entire tribe was being teased by Duke. But she secretly felt grateful to this cunning young man and almost gave him a certificate of honor.

Now, he's here again.

As a possible savior.

Speaking of which, the Dragonflight was shooting themselves in the foot this time they were controlled.

The betrayal of Nefarian caused heavy casualties among the Dragonflight, and even nearly led to the extinction of the blue Dragonflight.

Finally, the corrupted Dragon Soul was taken back, and the dragons cast a spell on the artifact that turned into the Demon Soul, making it impossible for any dragon to use it. However, the proud dragons forgot about other races, which led to today's humiliation.

If it were her in the past, she would definitely be dismissive of the Alliance sending such a young boy to rescue her.

Unfortunately, during the time when the dragon race was controlled by the Demon Soul and enslaved by the orcs, the dignity of the dragon race had long been trampled upon.

Chained, beaten wantonly, and inflicted with soul-destroying pain at will...

Moreover, the orc warlock Nekros has been using her as a bargaining chip to force the second-generation dragons to mate and produce more baby dragons for the Horde to use.

Perhaps the results would have been worse if Alexstrasza hadn't discovered that the orcs wouldn't force her to mate with other dragons as long as she remained in human form.

In fact, Alexstrasza was almost at her limit. She could feel herself weakening on a spiritual level. If she succumbed or weakened completely, she would not be able to maintain the protective magic on her dragon eggs and protect her possible child.

The dragons of Azeroth are a bit magical. The dragon eggs of the mother dragon are not real offspring. Just like the eggs of human women, not every egg will become a child, but an egg will be discharged every month.

Red dragons are somewhat similar. Female dragons lay eggs relatively regularly. However, these eggs must be passed on to male dragons with special soul inheritance and power before they can hatch and become real dragons. Of course, female dragons can also hatch dragon chicks by directly using their power to catalyze dragon eggs, but these dragon chicks are often just dregs.

The power of the parents determines the upper limit of the power of their offspring. If a dragon wants to give birth to powerful offspring, it is best to find a dragon of similar level as a mate.

Alexstrasza was well aware that countless ambitious people were eyeing her precious dragon eggs.

The Red Dragon Queen couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "Duke! Come and save me. If you can successfully rescue me before my baby gets into trouble, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. Otherwise... humph! It's too late, don't blame me for taking my anger out on you... Uh, it seems that I can't ask a little human to be so perfect... So tangled..."

On the one hand, she had to hope for Duke's rescue and hoped that he would come soon, but on the other hand, she wondered if she was pinning too much hope on a human with not that much strength.

Alexstrasza, who was trapped in a whirlpool of despair, was actually a little confused at this moment.

Duke could not guess the little thoughts of the Red Dragon Queen, who was once high and mighty and smiled at the sky.

At this moment, Duke met an unexpected ally.

In the original time and space, when the Alliance planned to rescue the Red Dragon Queen, the main force of the Horde had already been defeated, and only the scattered Horde clans were left to fight back. Therefore, in the entire wetland area, in addition to the orc dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan, there are also a large number of Alliance armed forces - Wildhammer dwarf gryphon riders from Aerie Mountain, Bronzebeard dwarf troops from Ironforge, and Silver Hand from Lordaeron.

At this point in time, this is behind enemy lines in the standard sense.

Duke originally didn't expect anyone to come here to help him, but who knew he would run into a big shot - Prince Muradin Bronzebeard.

They are called princes because the father of the three Bronzebeard brothers has passed away and Magni Bronzebeard is now the successor king. As Magni's second brother, Muradin is naturally promoted to prince.

After the little female dragon ran away, Duke was stunned when he saw Muradin and a group of dwarf warriors emerging from the ground. "Why are you here?"

"Bullshit! If you, the deputy commander of the Alliance, can come here, why can't I, a dwarf from Khaz Modan, be here?"

Well, dwarves are always so simple and direct. To humans, this is almost rude.

Duke couldn't help but smile.

Yes! Technically, this is still the territory of the dwarves, but it has been occupied by the Horde.

"Haha, I was wrong. Nice to meet you, my friend." Duke bent down happily and opened his arms.

Duke knew immediately that he was too happy.

"Welcome, eternal friend of the Bronzebeard Dwarves." Muradin, carrying at least sixty kilograms of iron armor, almost pounced on Duke and gave him a bear hug.

"Crack." Duke clearly heard the crisp sound of his bones. Just a little bit more and Duke felt that he was about to have multiple fractures all over his body.

Muradin immediately realized that he had gone too far and let Duke go: "Damn it, you human mages are just fragile."

Woohoo! I am asking for trouble! It is my fault! I am a college student, and I have this physique after traveling through time. Is it my fault? I am already exercising! I am exercising, okay!