Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 543: Demons

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

The dragon's breath itself has a good killing power. Even if it is not complete, so many breaths of dragon breath still caused a lot of damage. Of course, most of the dragons are thick-skinned and thick-fleshed guys. Compared with those minor injuries, the funny performance of Deathwing Neltharion surprised the dragons even more.

It can be predicted that this will be a laughing stock within the Dragonflight in the next thousand years.

Alexstrasza rolled her eyes. She had originally hoped for a just trial that would serve as a warning to all dragonkind, but who knew that Neltharion's remnant soul would be so stubborn and not feel the slightest bit of guilt? This made the four-colored dragon, who was bent on revenge and wanted to give the rebellious dragon king the most severe punishment, feel like he had punched the air.

Okay, let Duke handle it. Duke finally solved the problem. But not in the way the guardian dragons wanted...

The remaining soul of Neltharion finally came to its senses: "Duke! Are you trying to trick me? No - of course I have a brain. I decided to dominate this world with my own will!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Anyone who shouts 'I am the master of the world' a thousand times will have a moment when he feels that he is a god." Duke answered as if he was unhappily.

This immediately caused countless dragons below to burst into laughter. Many of the temple guardian dragons that were originally hovering in the air even laughed so hard that their stomachs ached and they almost fell from the air. Thousands of dragons showed their interlaced sharp fangs and giggled. The scene was truly terrifying.

Luckily Duke didn't see it.

Alexstrasza also had a hard time holding back, and kept telling herself, "I absolutely cannot laugh at a time like this."

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

This sentence made all four colored dragons feel bad.

Unexpectedly, Duke immediately delivered a fatal blow: "Yes, yes, you are the most intelligent Neltharion. After the brain eater opened your skull, he looked down upon you. On the contrary, the dung beetle's eyes lit up when he saw what was inside your skull."

Alexstrasza: "..."

Nozdormu: "..."

Malygos: "..."

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

After three seconds of dead silence, the dragon with the lowest sense of humour fell down first, laughing loudly. Then the second dragon, and the third dragon followed. The dragon ceremony turned into a comedy special.

The Red Dragon Queen really loves and hates Duke. She likes Duke to save the situation, but hates this guy who doesn't fit in and ruins the atmosphere. She glared at Duke fiercely, then sighed: "Nazario - you pathetic guy, you actually followed a false will and brought disaster to the world of Azeroth for 10,000 years. This is the misfortune and sorrow of the dragon race. However, all the suffering and betrayal will come to an end today..."

Three humanoid dragons occupied the east, south and west directions, while the humanoid phantom of Ysera suddenly appeared in the north.

The four dragon kings simultaneously stretched out their right hands and pressed in the air. Suddenly, four huge phantom dragon claws of different colors appeared in the highest level of the Dragon Sleeping Temple.

The four dragon claws cut down mercilessly, and immediately an incredible and powerful force resonated with it in the Dragon Sleep Temple.

The power was so vast and terrifying that when it approached the remains and soul of Neltharion, ripples like water waves appeared in the surrounding space.

"Ah!" The seemingly unimpressive force made Deathwing howl in pain.

The four dragon kings were unmoved. No, it should be that they felt a faint sense of pleasure in their hearts.

As the illusory dragon claws fell, the light ball that enveloped Neltharion suddenly turned into countless lifelike little dragons the size of human arms. These little flying dragons were like real giant dragons, biting Neltharion with their mouths, slapping him with their claws, and whipping him with their tails.

Duke finally saw that every attack of these little dragons weakened Neltharion's presence in this world.

Duke's heart shuddered - the Dragonflight was going to completely wipe out the existence of Neltharion!

This kind of erasure from body to soul would make it impossible for him to be resurrected as a bone dragon even if the Lich King was right next to him.

From the past history to the present and to the near future.

There will not be any soul or relics of Neltharion passed down!

The voice of the remaining soul of Naxxramas suddenly changed from shock and anger at the beginning to a pleading low moan.

He was like a giant dragon that existed only on a blackboard, drawn with chalk and was being erased bit by bit.

The dragons were silent.

Every dragon and every dragonborn watched this scene with mixed feelings.

When the last piece of darkness belonging to Nelthariondisappeared from the sight of all beings, the Wyrmrest Temple suddenly shook violently. Then, in less than three seconds, a dragon head exactly like Neltharion's head appeared at the highest point of the entire temple.

That was also Neltharion's head, but from its essence to its soul, it was completely different. It was purely a symbol to warn other dragons.

Suddenly, thousands of giant dragons began to raise their heads and roared towards the sky. The roars contained a dragon song.

Translated, it means...

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Every cause has its effect.

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

The ceremony ended with the roar of the dragon.

Duke actually has always had a question about the Dragonflight's complicated rituals - I'm here just to get the prize, why are you wasting so much of my time?

However, when Alexstrasza put a pin on Duke's chest in the presence of the other three dragon kings, Duke's face suddenly changed. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"This is..."

"Congratulations, Guardian Edmund Duke."

Yes! That's right!

The same line of words was also marked in the system prompt: "After the unanimous agreement of the four-color dragons of Wyrmrest Temple, the Dragonflight has determined that you have inherited Medivh's mantle and become the guardian of Azeroth (temporary). Although you are a temporary worker, due to your outstanding performance in the Dragon Ceremony, you have obtained military power above your level."

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

Duke was not yet happy when Alexstrasza suddenly said, "Duke, I received a message. Demons are going to attack your Karazhan."

"Oh shit!"