"Duke is in Deathwing's claws! That's why Deathwing doesn't use his left claw to attack!" Vereesa pointed this out loudly.
"Well, unfortunately, perhaps we have to pay tribute to the highest-level leader lost since the war between the Alliance and the Horde began." Falstad sighed: "Perhaps Deathwing doesn't like dragon meat, but just wants to keep a human as a snack?"
"Damn it! If you say something like that again, I'll strangle you to death right here!" Vereesa looked unusually ferocious, and the dwarf was so scared that his neck shrank.
"No, wait, Deathwing didn't kill Duke on the spot, which means Duke is useful to it. Yes! That's right! It must be like that!" At this moment, Vereesa almost clapped her own cleverness.
The dwarf poured cold water on her at this time: "By the way, didn't Sir Edmund give you two colorful things before you took off? It seemed that he said that the second capsule should be opened when there is danger?"
Vereesa didn't know why a grown man like Duke would come up with such a fancy thing. When she questioned Duke, this abominable guy said it was some kind of pig brother, some kind of sentiment, some kind of style, anyway, Vereesa didn't understand a thing.
But this did not stop Vereesa from getting embarrassed.
Yes! When I was in danger just now, I should have opened the treasure bag earlier.
I didn't expect that I would forget everything when I got nervous.
On the griffin, braving the strong wind, Vereesa opened the brocade bag made of white gauze from her small bag, and saw the following words written on it:
"If I was captured by Deathwing, please don't worry. There is also a small chance that Rhonin was captured. Of course, if that's the case, you might not open this treasure bag."
When she saw the weird smiley face drawn at the end of the sentence, Vereesa suddenly burst out laughing.
"What's wrong?" Falstad was extremely surprised.
Why does this female elf look so beautiful, as beautiful as a goddess? Could it be that she is not a goddess but a psychopath?
Without answering the dwarf's question, Vereesa fell into deep thought:
Could it be that Duke knew the truth about the capture of the Red Dragon Queen? Could it be that Duke had long anticipated that he would be captured by Deathwing? But what does this have to do with that Rhonin?
The confusing mess of clues almost drove Vereesa crazy.
If they had not been in contact for a long time; if Duke was not her lord; if he was not her sister's lover; if he had not saved her life, perhaps Vereesa would have suspected that the person she had been trying to rescue had already sold his soul to the evil Deathwing?
"What does it want you to do, Duke?" Vereesa murmured, "Or rather, what does it want from you?"
Thinking back to Duke's status and importance in the league, Vereesa felt a chill down her spine.
What could be worse than the death of the Alliance's deputy commander due to a curse?
That means the deputy commander of the alliance turned into an undead or something, and surrendered to the enemy and fell!
Each of the five ancient guardian dragons has its own unique supreme power. In the eyes of mortals, that is already divine power. God knows whether Deathwing has mastered the power to resurrect the dead.
In fact, Vereesa thought too much. Neltharion was never that way.
As the saying goes, "care too much and you will be confused." The more you care, the more you tend to think too much.
After an unknown amount of time, Duke woke up.
There was a stinging pain on my back, not from an injury, but simply from the discomfort of the tree roots and pebbles pressing against my back.
Thinking back, ever since I was tricked by Gul'dan and was forced into a life countdown, I haven't had a good night's sleep. Camping is a common occurrence. Since entering the wetlands, I have been staying with the dwarves for two days.
There were some benefits, such as waking up every morning and seeing Vereesa's pretty and curious face. Even though he knew she was his sister-in-law, it didn't stop Duke from using her to remember Alleria!
He knew Alleria's character. This strong-willed heroine would never fall in love easily. Once she fell in love, if he died, Alleria would remain a widow for the rest of her life even if she didn't commit suicide with him.
Feeling the recent changes in Vereesa, Duke realized that he was also a wronged person.
It's fine if I can deal with my elder sister, but how come I even got involved with my sister-in-law?
When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing good.
It is still dark in the sight.
The rolling dark clouds in the sky added a bit of darkness to the world.
Although we were in the middle of a forest, there was deathly silence everywhere.
There were no animals moving in the forest, no summer frogs croaking, no, not even insects chirping. There was nothing except the chilly whistling of the wind.
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, the oppressive and ominous feeling still made Duke feel suffocated.
"Oh, you're awake... I was thinking about some magic that could wake you up in advance while minimizing the harm. Unfortunately, I only know large-scale destructive magic, and there's nothing suitable for this situation. This makes me very annoyed."
Duke turned his head and looked ahead... Actually, he had already checked it the moment he opened his eyes...
A dark shadow quickly emerged from nowhere where there was nothing just now, and in just three seconds, it formed a hooded figure.
The dark figure in front of him looked a bit like a poor mirror image clone created by an unqualified wizard. However, no clone in the world would have such a high-purity dark power, nor would any clone be filled with the standard version of protagonist's arrogant temperament.
It has nothing to do with appearance. The dark energy that has leaked out and turned into substance is enough to be proof.
What looked like a human being continued to transform, like a high-speed 3D printer at work, the shadows outlining a more complete figure.
A face emerged from the hood, a deep, handsome, and confident man, a face that looked no different from those naturally noble nobles of Lordaeron... at least on the surface.
"Edmund Duke, are you okay? I have roughly confirmed that you are not seriously injured. After all, it is not easy for me to control the strength of my claws as big as mine."
"It's still intact. But if I check back and find any injuries, where can I send my medical bill to you? Deathwing...sir?" Duke responded to Deathwing with a wry smile.
The corners of his thin mouth slightly raised, forming a stiff and mean smile, and the human-shaped Deathwing smiled and asked: "Since you know who I am, it will be easy."