Neltharion, are you dead?
If you're not dead, just hum.
I told you to hum, not roar!
"Roar, roar--" The voice of Neltharion came from the sky, and it was clearly heard that it was filled with pain and anger.
On an empty terrace in the city of Lordaeron, Duke, who appeared to be a spectator but was actually the instigator, was shamelessly tasting the delicacies left by the host.
Well, the great noble of Lordaeron and his servants were so scared that they hid in the basement, completely unaware that their terrace had been occupied by a shameless thief.
While Duke was sitting with his legs crossed, eating snacks and drinking warmed wine, a pleasant voice as melodious as a nightingale suddenly came from behind him.
"Wow, you've torn down someone else's palace, and you still have the nerve to stay here and have fun."
Well, what catches the eye is the mermaid line on the abdomen that is still extremely clear on the tights. Above it is naturally the pair of majestic peaks of Hyjal, and above that is of course the beautiful face that seems to be angry.
"Hey, Alleria, don't talk nonsense. It was Deathwing who demolished the palace of Lordaeron. If Terenas is not satisfied, he can send the bill for repairing the palace to Neltharion."
"Hoho!" Alleria was really amused by Duke. She put her hands on her hips and laughed charmingly. After she finally stopped laughing, she came over and sat elegantly on the red velvet sofa next to Duke.
When she's not showing her wild side, Alleria is a typical noble ms..
Unfortunately, Windrunner's calmness lasted only three seconds.
Her fiery temper quickly exposed her true colors. Her bright smile was full of sarcasm: "Duke! Are you really willing to do that? This is obviously a good opportunity to make the princess your own 'golden nest'."
"Tsk!" Duke recalled Princess Calia's graceful body in naked clothes with a righteous look, and said deeply: "Not every kind of love is called possession. Sometimes appreciation and letting go is also a good way to praise beauty. You may not believe me, but Calia is next to your sister Lirath!"
"Okay, okay, I'm not really jealous. Don't think of me as such a petty woman, okay? I know you are a true hero of the Alliance!" After saying that, Alleria gave Duke a passionate kiss without caring whether there were any other gazes from the people around her.
"Yeah. That's more like it."
After the kiss, Alleria returned to the sofa and whispered, "Even an old lady like me who has seen through the world is fascinated by you. I'm afraid that after Calia goes out, she will love you even more."
"What?" Duke didn't hear.
"No! I was just talking to myself, wondering why Neltharion hasn't died yet." Alleria quickly diverted Duke's attention.
"It's not that simple. Neltharion still has a trump card to play. Alexstrasza and the others know it too." If no external forces joined in, under normal circumstances, assuming that the individual combat power was not much different, Neltharion should have fallen long ago, and there would be no need to wait until the catastrophe in later generations.
At this moment, heavy footsteps were heard coming from the stairs of the room behind the terrace.
"Duke, you are actually watching a show here?" I knew it was Lothar as soon as I heard the loud voice.
Duke was a little surprised to find that it was not only Lothar, but also Vereesa who led Llane, as well as Daelin, the Bronzebeard brothers, Gelbin, and Kurdran.
Below, a large number of guards from various countries were guarding the house tightly.
"Hey! You guys..." Duke stood up and smiled bitterly, looking at Lothar with a somewhat blaming look.
King Llane took the initiative to speak: "Don't blame Anduin, I know you asked us to take refuge in the basement for our own good. But... you, the mastermind, dare to watch the show here, while we are hiding in the basement trembling like clowns. Isn't this a disgrace to the Alliance warriors?"
Duke blinked and said, "Llane, what you said makes a lot of sense. I'm actually speechless."
Daelin came up and punched Duke's chest with his fist as big as a bowl. "You are so mean! You didn't even inform us of such a big thing as Prestor being Deathwing. And you even asked us to openly offend old man Terenas for your sake."
From Daelin's completely impolite tone, it was clear that he no longer took the king of Lordaeron, the most powerful human nation, seriously.
Magni also came up and patted Duke's back, making Duke grimace: "Aren't you afraid that one mistake will kill one of us?"
Duke retorted angrily, "Bullshit, you old man, you are a god, even Neltharion's dragon breath can't kill you."
Magni actually agreed with him: "Yes, if Neltharion is willing to stay on the ground and not run away, I will slay the dragon for you to see."
Damn, you have reached level 10 of bragging and level 10 of irresponsibility, right?
Duke rolled his eyes.
The great craftsman Gelbin said with some worry, "However, it doesn't seem a good idea to have the five guardian dragons start a war over the city of Lordaeron."
Alleria smiled and said, "Please, ever since Duke discovered Neltharion, this cunning black dragon king has never left Lordaeron."
Gelbin deflated. "Well, I just want to know what will become of the Alliance."
Lothar said, "We all want to know."
At this time, everyone turned their eyes to Duke.
If it were someone else, facing so many Kings bosses, he would definitely be scared to death. But Duke's mentality was extremely calm. His smile was full of confidence, and his deep black eyes were full of certainty about the future.
"Under the strong pressure of foreign invasion, all countries will naturally stick together. However, when the external pressure disappears, the countries will show their true colors. They only see the current losses of their own countries, but cannot see the dangers in the future."
"Dangerous?" Kurdran frowned.
Duke's gaze turned to the south, seemed to cross the boundaries of the continent, and fell on the huge door located in the red and silent land.
"Have you noticed that the Dark Portal cannot be destroyed?"
All the big guys took a deep breath.
"The orcs are not extinct. If an evil warlock as powerful as Gul'dan appears on Draenor, the planet where the orcs live, then the Dark Portal is entirely possible to open again. But what will come out the next time it opens is beyond my prediction."
The air suddenly became dead silent.
Duke continued: "The alliance must purify itself, the alliance must be more united, and only then can it usher in a true new life."