Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 415: Responsibility

One man, one dragon.

One was sitting on the ground and the other was standing on the grass.

They just stood there like that.

Suddenly, Deathwing spoke: "You have no intention of attacking me or trying to escape?"

Duke blurted out, "Why should I attack you or run away?"

Deathwing was a little speechless. He had expected that the young human would panic after encountering him and would either attack him like a madman or try to escape in a panic.

Duke's calm reaction really surprised him.

In fact, at this time, Duke was complaining madly in his heart:

Attack you? I'm not an idiot who ate some stupid movie today and thinks he's cute.

To deal with you, even in the game, it would take 25 friends who are good at killing gods and ghosts. I'm not stupid enough to kill an epic boss as an elite monster.

Of course, escaping is even more impossible. If we don't count magic, and just talk about speed, there is really no creature in the world that can be faster than the Black Dragon King.

So Duke, as a time traveler, faced Deathwing Nefarian very calmly.

The incarnation of the black dragon sat down in front of Duke. It was unclear whether he was sitting on a chair that appeared out of thin air, a shadowless stool, or a large rock. Anyway, it was blocked by the robe so no one could see it.

Deathwing stared at Duke with his dark, bright eyes without blinking. He tried to kill anyone with his eyes, and completely overwhelmed Duke in terms of momentum.

If Deathwing's eyes had power like Shadowflame or Deep Breath, Duke might have fallen to his knees and yelled "Rich man, please let me hug your thighs".

Since he had been prepared, Duke certainly would not give in so easily. He cheated... freewebnσvel.cѳm

What exactly Duke had done, Neltharion didn't know, he only knew that the eyes of the human in front of him became a little empty. For a moment, he almost thought that the Duke in front of him was not a living human.

Deathwing began to feel a little unhappy, or perhaps impatient.

Fortunately, when Deathwing was about to lose his temper because he was frustrated that he could not overpower the poor lower creature in front of him, Duke seemed to avert his eyes involuntarily.

Deathwing felt a rare sense of victory.

"Very good, you at least know how to show respect and humility to those who are higher and greater than you." Deathwing said arrogantly: "This is a good start."

Duke remained silent.

Of course, in his heart, it was not the same thing at all: Bastard black-skinned lizard, hand over the things quickly and get out! Otherwise, don't blame me for chopping off your dog head and hanging it on the gate of Stormwind City in the future. Did you hear that, Neltharion!

Deathwing said to himself: "But in order to prevent you from doing something inappropriate, I'd better warn you in advance."

A rock to Duke's left suddenly began to burn... and then melted before his eyes. The molten rock instantly turned into magma, and the lava did not simply flow to the ground and spread out. Instead, under the pull of a mysterious force, it quickly circled around Duke and the uncle behind him.

A huge circle of lava with a radius of about two meters formed around Duke, and then the lava disappeared quickly and completely, just as fast as the rock melted in the first place.

The whole process took only a few seconds, and Duke was already in a cylindrical piece of ground separated by a deep trench.

"The nemesis of orcs, the savior of mankind, the great deputy commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron - Edmund Duke..." Deathwing paused here, but his next words clearly told Duke that he had only mentioned Duke's title purely out of sarcasm.

Because his next sentence is:

"If I wanted it to, this is what would happen to you."

Well, very cool and arrogant.

But Duke was unhappy, and cursed in his heart: "Deathwing, I will fuck all the women in your family!"

Deathwing couldn't read minds, and he was pleased with Duke's trembling body and the beads of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

"Misunderstandings arise from a lack of understanding of each other. You humans know too little about us dragons."

Duke seemed to be suppressing his fear and sneered, "Are you sure the dragons didn't turn humans who tried to communicate with them into snacks?"

Duke's joke seemed too cold and not funny at all. But Deathwing was very happy. He actually laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder, more and more excited, and almost crazy.

"I remember, I did do that before. I soon gave up this practice. Human meat tasted too little, too fragile, and not chewy at all." Deathwing admitted this without any concealment.

This made Duke's dislike for Deathwing even greater.

In his heart, Duke kept muttering about Titarhak of the Fang Fire*Stages of Time, Essence of Destruction, and Reins of the Blazing Drake of the Fang Fire.

Well, if Deathwing knew what these things were, he would immediately change back to his original form and slap Duke to death.

These things are the equipment dropped by the old man Deathwing after he was knocked down in the game!

Of course, Deathwing, who had no idea that Duke was constantly committing suicide in his heart, was happy to impose his majesty and terror on this tiny human.

He sat down and held out his hand, palm up. Above his palm, a picture suddenly popped up. Tiny dragons were flying in a lush, green world. The dragons were in every color, like a rainbow. An overwhelming joy filled the air, and even Duke felt moved.

Ah! Jurassic Park!

Deathwing's voice reminded Duke of the famous commentator from Animal World.

"The world was ours, and we protected it well. Magic was ours, and we guarded it well. Life was ours... and we reveled in it. But then other inferior species appeared, forms that disgusted us, lives that were too short to be worth mentioning. They were reckless and reckless, always acting recklessly without considering the consequences. Because of their stupidity, they attracted demons."

Duke spread his hands in his heart: I won't take the blame for Xavius ​​and Queen Azshara.

"If it weren't for the efforts of our dragon race, this world would have been destroyed long ago. Even ten thousand Lordaeron alliances cannot compare to the challenges we once faced. Dragon race! It was our dragon race that worked together to drive the demons out of this world..."

Deathwing waved his arms excitedly.

Duke touched his chin: Well, just add a mustache and you can cosplay as the German Führer.