Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 418: Image

The images were moving so fast that Duke's brain couldn't keep up.

It was like buying a cheap knockoff VR headset that made Duke dizzy. Duke had to hold onto a tree trunk in real life to prevent himself from getting dizzy and falling to the ground.

The hills gradually became taller and steeper, and finally slowly turned into the first row of mountains. At this time, the picture did not slow down. Until it suddenly stopped at a special peak. Although Duke felt a little hesitant, his sight was immediately pulled over.

At the foot of the mountain, Duke's perspective suddenly rose to the sky again, so fast that he almost lost his balance. The picture climbed up the mountain, and it always made the mage observe the place with footholds and handrails. It kept rising, and finally reached a narrow cave entrance.

Suddenly, the 3D image disappeared, and it was as if Duke was happily playing a game when a pop-up window popped up indicating that the game had crashed, leaving Duke confused in his spiritual world.

"Huff, huff, huff!" Coming out of the isolation of the spiritual world, Duke found himself shivering in the middle of the woods in the morning light.

Almost immediately, Duke felt the gaze again. Although that person had done it very secretly and vaguely, the system still recorded it faithfully.

"Deathwing Neltharion glanced at you."

Duke followed the Road designated by Deathwing. When he was about to walk out of the woods, the system prompted him again, and Deathwing glanced at him.

Duke is on fire!

Damn! No one ever told me that Deathwing was a fucking voyeur.

Duke is in pain.

Duke almost wanted to curse at first, but he remembered that Rhonin in history was even more miserable, being escorted by Deathwing the whole time, completely losing his freedom, just like a slave. Thinking of this, Duke felt much better.

Perhaps because Rhonin had no status at that time, Deathwing took a fancy to Rhonin simply because he was carrying out this mission. He also ordered Rhonin to do this and that without any scruples.

But he Duke is different.

The biggest difference between him and Rhonin lies in fame and experience.

Duke was already famous, even more so than Lothar, and second only to King Terenas in the entire Alliance. After experiencing the loss of his country, the formation of the Alliance, and the persistence of the war, Deathwing probably regarded him as a man of great determination, so he did not coerce him directly, but used the method of brainwashing and guiding him secretly.

As long as Alexstrasza is rescued and that thing is obtained, Deathwing's conspiracy will succeed.

What's more convenient than Rhonin is Duke's identity. This identity can make Deathwing's conspiracy in the original time and space more smoothly and perfectly accomplished.

Duke has a headache.

The current situation is that he did get the most critical piece of the puzzle in this incident. But Deathwing tried to force him to run to Grim Batol quickly to complete his mission. If he foolishly ran to complete it, then Duke might really be able to save a dying red dragon queen. In this way, the biggest beneficiary would undoubtedly be Deathwing.

Given Duke's character of plundering orcs when he can kill 10,000, he would never kill 9,999 orcs. Would he allow himself to be taken advantage of and let the psychopath Deathwing win and laugh?

No!

no way!

I would rather suffer myself than let that psychopath Nefarian feel comfortable.

Duke has a plan...

The other side.

Vereesa and Falstedt almost caught up with Duke.

It wasn't the kind of chase that was madly chasing after the Black Dragon King, nor was it the one that made Falstad's griffin vomit blood, nor was it the elf ranger saving the hero.

Instead, they were lined up in neat rows and the people followed in an orderly manner.

right!

follow!

There are four people: Vereesa, Gavinrad, Rhonin, and Marian, plus a six-man team of Griffin Knights.

"We're very close." Vereesa, who was flying in the front, gestured, and immediately a line of griffins began to slow down and lower their altitude.

Descending to the ground and standing firm again, both Gavinrad and the griffin he was riding felt a sense of relief.

The griffon grunted in dissatisfaction, for Gavinrad, in full armor, was too heavy.

The griffin gave Gavinrad a look of disdain.

The dwarf had no choice but to pat the griffin's neck and let it go out to find food.

It is not easy to feed a griffin by feeding. Griffins have a large appetite for meat, and long-term use of cut meat will reduce the ferocity and combat effectiveness of the griffin. The best way is to let the griffin forage for food on its own in a place with many forests and sufficient prey.

The smart griffin will come back on its own after it has eaten its fill.

The remaining four members of Duke's rescue team gathered together, and Gavinrad asked with his hands on his hips, "Okay, let me ask you, how did you know that our leader is here?"

Vereesa held up the treasure bag Duke gave her and smiled: "That guy said that in order to make this treasure bag look amazing, he used the most special materials."

"What material?"

"A very special spice. You may not be able to feel it, but in my wind perception, this thing attracts people's attention like a beacon in the dark night."

"Wow!" Gavinrad whistled.

"Okay, let's follow and see what happened between Duke and the Black Dragon King?" At this point, Vereesa narrowed her eyes.

Careful Marian discovered that Vereesa's pupils began to expand after shrinking, showing a completely different color - green.

Vereesa was concentrating her mind, which made the boundaries of her vision blurry, but the focus of her vision became clearer, and many things that ordinary people could not see appeared. For example, a mist-like golden suspension formed a larger, slender belt that floated over her forehead and extended to the depths of the woods.

It took Vereesa almost no effort to find the place where Duke and Deathwing had chatted last night.

"Duke has definitely been here." Vereesa observed the ground and muttered, "This is the footprint of his boot. I can't make a mistake. The other one should be a human... I'm too unsure."

"Human? I thought I would see a pair of giant claws." Gavinrad shrugged, and the huge shoulder armor made his shrug very obvious.

"Look here. This shoe print." She pointed to a depression in the woods. A clear heavy footprint had trampled the grass and soil into a concave shape. "This is the style of shoe commonly used by human nobles. It's very tight and uncomfortable."