Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 420: Rambo

There was no navigation instrument, no anemometer, everything was done by eye, and the two damn goblins had the guts to drive the airship into the clouds without any scruples. Duke saw cliffs suddenly appear on the side of the airship several times, and it was only Duke who rushed up and steered the rudder that saved the ship from being destroyed.

At that moment, the two stupid goblins were still busy patching up the holes in the balloon.

Duke, who couldn't bear it any longer, had already prepared for the worst. He directly handed over the control of opening the Ice Barrier to the system AI because he couldn't guarantee that he would have the concentration and reaction throughout the day to open the refrigerator to save his life at the critical moment.

Once the secret of his resurrection is discovered by Deathwing, that would be it.

What happened next was, as expected, the two goblins were busy repairing the things. These two guys with big hearts even took a nap sometimes, paying no attention to the dangers that were around the corner, such as a sudden air leak, a rapid drop from high altitude, or the possibility of installing a mountain.

In this way, Duke survived a whole day and then spent a sleepless night.

Duke ate almost nothing and drank nothing the whole day, because drinking would make him vomit, and eating would make him vomit even more.

Duke almost suspected that Deathwing deliberately let him suffer in order to weaken his will and complete the hypnosis as soon as possible.

But the next morning, Duke changed his mind. As the dawn broke, the clouds around them gradually disappeared, so that Duke felt that the airship finally sailed from the sea into the sky.

There was no thick fog, and all the scenery within ten kilometers was clearly visible. The vast forest under my feet turned into a rocky and sparsely populated wilderness, and the terrain in front of me began to gradually rise, all the way to the cliffs of Grim Batol.

There were indeed a few small woods along the way, but the overall coverage seemed quite sparse.

People walking in the wilderness would appear very conspicuous, and orc dragons could easily see their tracks from several kilometers away.

None of the orc dragons were interested in the airship Duke was riding on. The last time a red dragon even passed by less than 500 meters away, the orc cavalry on it didn't even look at the airship. Even when he flew over, the steam engine of the airship made a loud explosion.

It seems that the orcs are used to these goblins who work for the Horde for money. Or maybe they look down on these green dwarfs who are "loyal" to the Horde for the inexplicable yellow metal.

Well, it was indeed a good move for Orgrim to bribe the goblins with the gold he obtained from conquering the human capital.

The orcs didn't want it, but the goblins wanted it, and the two sides almost hit it off.

Duke's eyes were half-closed as he was thinking about how his four-man team would get through here.

After a day and a night of flying, Grim Batol was already quite close to them.

Vereesa and the others who were following carefully on griffins were also very close.

At this time, a major event occurred that did not belong to the original "history".

In the city of Dalaran, there were the kings of the six human kingdoms, plus the Kurdran Wildhammer and Prince Kael'thas, a total of eight leaders gathered together.

To be able to gather so many big guys together, something big must have happened:

The next king of the sea kingdom of Kul Tiras, the eldest prince Drake Proudmoore, died in battle.

Gastala Marro, a member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six in Dalaran, was killed in the battle.

Balanminde Kaz, a member of the Silvermoon Council, was killed in the battle.

Duke Farrell, former leader of the Bloodsail Pirates and current deputy commander of the Stormwind fleet, was killed in battle.

Along with the deaths of these four national leaders, there were also shocking losses. The perpetrators were several ancient red dragons led by Talanistas.

Any place where three or more kings sit can be called a throne room. Now, the roar of King Daelin Proudmoore resounded in the throne room.

"Calm down? Lothar, you told me to calm down!? Now the one whose son is dead is not you, but me! You told me to trust Duke! Well, I waited for him for two weeks. Every day and every night, my people and I had to patrol the sea despite the threat of those damn giant lizards. Now it's all! This is the result of waiting!"

Daelin threw out a piece of gold-colored metal that had been completely deformed by the flames. The piece of metal made a clanging sound when it fell to the ground on the floor tiles of the hall. The sound of it bouncing and rolling on the ground struck everyone's heart.

Almost no one could recognize that it was actually a machete.

Daelin burst into tears: "The next king of Kul Tiras has died - right before my eyes, burned to ashes in a ball of fire! This is all that is left of Drake!"

Lothar was speechless.

If Stormwind had not also lost a duke, King Daelin would have gone mad. Now, this sea hero who had fought on the battlefield almost every day since the war began and devoted himself to the Alliance, sat on the floor in front of the throne and cried loudly.

Yes, at this moment, there was no king, no admiral galloping on the blue sea, there was only a father who had lost his son.

As the red dragon's attacks became more fierce, the alliance leaders who had wanted to defend the Red Dragonflight dared not say a word. After all, the alliance with the Red Dragonflight was a thing of the past, and the attacks of the ancient red dragons were a real threat now.

Every king had a bad look on his face.

King Terenas asked solemnly, "Is there still no news about our deputy commander?"

The only answer was silence.

Standing beside Antonidas, Krasus wanted to say something, but he remained silent. He had already received the news that Rhonin had sent him. Krasus tossed and turned all night. The queen he admired the most was still in prison.

Deathwing intervened.

That was Deathwing, the one who had plunged the entire dragon race into civil strife and the brink of collapse! Perhaps if the strongest magicians of mankind were gathered together, they could fight him. But it was only a fight. Krasus did not think that humans had the ability to kill Neltharion.

Krasus did not think that humans and elves in the mortal world could accomplish what no dragon had done in the past ten thousand years. After all, that was no longer the realm of mortals.

So Krasus chose to remain silent. In his mind, all he could think about were the events of the past few days. The news from Duke ToRhonin made him realize that Duke had already achieved the ultimate of a mortal. Now it depended on whether he could find helpers to fight against Deathwing.

But this was the second time he had hit a wall in these days.

When Krasus came to his senses, the discussion among the kings in the hall seemed to have produced some results.

"That's it, we will send out a large commando team to rescue the Red Dragon Queen, or maybe kill her!" Terenas announced.