Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 429: Meeting

Why turn a blind eye?

"It's not that easy to save Alexstrasza. And I can sense that Neltharion is lurking near her. If I force myself to fight Neltharion, I don't even know if the price I'll pay is worth it. If I die, the Emerald Dream will fall."

Duke was about to say something when he suddenly found himself unable to speak.

Yes, this is Ysera's territory. She is the absolute ruler here.

"Even in the most distant past, we, the guardian dragons, were only given the responsibility of protecting this world..." Ysera sighed.

Duke found that he could speak: "Are you trying to say that humans, elves, and dwarves are not within your protection range?"

Ysera did not respond directly: "Wouldn't it be better to let the world fend for itself? If Alexstrasza is destined to be rescued, then what is destined will happen naturally, right?"

Her indifference... was also the indifference shared by the three guardian dragons, which made Duke extremely unhappy. Duke raised his head and straightened his chest: "I'm sorry, but I have to say that you are wrong. Fate has its own trajectory, but it will never remain unchanged. There is no destined death, and there is no destined failure. If every being faced with a choice, everyone would hide aside and dream like you, then it would be a natural failure."

"..." Ysera was silent.

"Or are you afraid of Deathwing Neltharion himself?"

Ysera folded her wings: "Don't mention him!"

Duke's mouth curled up coldly, and he continued to ask: "Why not? Answer me, great Ysera? Is it the memory of him that gives you nightmares? Or is it his own actions that spread nightmares like a plague in the dream world?"

Although her eyes remained closed, Duke knew that Ysera must have some kind of fear of Deathwing in her heart.

"I swear, I'll never enter his dreams again. He's probably the only character who's scarier in his dreams than when he's awake."

If Ysera said this to Krasus, the red dragon would probably be absolutely stunned.

But Duke knew exactly why. After the Ancient God N'Zoth drove Neltharion crazy with the Whisper of the Ancient Gods, Neltharion had actually been in a state of severe schizophrenia for a long time.

Talking reason to a madman?

That's really haha.

Duke didn't care at all about Ysera's psychological trauma towards Neltharion. His focus from beginning to end was only one - whether he could summon the three ancient dragons to fight Deathwing to the death.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Firstly, the demon souls drained away their strength. Although they were not reduced to the point of being weaklings, their strength was still reduced by half.

Secondly, Duke clearly saw that now that the era of dragons had passed for tens of thousands of years, these guys were only willing to guard their own little piece of land.

Malygos, the king of blue dragons, became mentally ill because his blue dragon army was completely wiped out and his wife died.

The bronze dragon king Nozdormu is only willing to focus on his collection every day and has become a nerd.

Green Dragon Queen Ysera...is considered the easiest to talk to.

Duke held his head high: "You are afraid of Neltharion, but you and your people still haven't given up on humans, elves, and dwarves, right? Even if you are afraid, you are still looking for a way to destroy Neltharion, right?"

Ysera sighed: "So what? Even if I drag Neltharion into the Emerald Dream, I can't destroy him. Even in my domain, there are limits!"

Duke's voice became clearer and louder: "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean that other people or other races can't do it. In this world, humans are indeed a new race. But so what? Haven't we created enough miracles? Haven't humans realized those seemingly absurd dreams enough times? Since you think you can't do it, why don't you dare to give it a try and let me rewrite your destiny for you?"

The Green Dragon Queen's huge body trembled.

"Ysera, I'm telling you that I've found a way to save Alexstrasza. Regardless of whether I can get your help or not, I will persist with her in fighting Deathwing. The only difference between whether you, Malygos, and Nozdormu join us is whether we can take this opportunity to inflict heavy damage on Deathwing. Just because you don't dare doesn't mean the other guardian dragons don't dare. Help me contact Malygos and Nozdormu, and I'll convince them."

Duke knew that Ysera still lacked courage, or perhaps she didn't trust him enough.

She silently sensed Duke's mind, or rather, the dreamlike atmosphere that was emanating from it and that only she could taste.

"You didn't lie... Well, if you really want to do that, I will help you call them..."

The shape of the dream dragon swayed.

Duke suddenly realized that Ysera had changed shape, and standing before him was a slender, fair-skinned woman. She was beautiful, but as ethereal as air. She wore a silky light green gauze gown, and a veil covered the lower half of her face. In a way, she reminded Duke of the ethereal fairy sister in the cemetery... although they were certainly not the same thing.

Her eyes were still closed.

Suddenly, Ysera's eyes opened completely. Duke was stunned. Those were a pair of eyes that were beyond his concept and cognition.

Full of psychedelic colors, as if these eyes belonged to someone he knew, someone he loved deeply. But also as if he was extremely unfamiliar with these eyes.

It was as if at that moment, Duke had lost his ability to distinguish colors, because he actually saw all kinds of colors in Ysera's eyes: blue, green, red, black, gold... There were pupils of every color. There was also a pair of eyes that seemed to be the reflection of his own eyes.

As his eyes were opened in shock, Duke found that the space on both sides of him was shaking violently.

On the left, there is a thousand miles of frozen land. In a huge ice cave that is one kilometer high, a huge blue dragon has dull eyes and is indifferent to everything.

If he roared angrily, "Ysera! How many times have I told you! Don't peek into my dreams!", Ysera would think there was hope.

However, the once ever-happy dragon now acted like an idiot, just glancing at Ysera and keeping silent.

On the right, there are endless yellow sands. In a reddish-brown cave surrounded by golden quicksand in Tanaris, among countless huge monsters that look like sculptures and are motionless, a sandstorm suddenly rolled up. Countless yellow sands began to gather and gradually changed into a recognizable shape... It was the shape of a dragon..

The dragon was the same size as Malygos, and it stretched out its brown wings made of dust lazily. Sand continued to be absorbed and added to the body of this behemoth, and they seemed to be mixed with various shining metal particles - the dragon that was gradually taking shape in front of Duke's eyes became more and more glittering in the scorching sun.

"Ysera..." The giant dragon formed of sand uttered a few confused words: "Why do you want to disturb my nap with a human? Disturb my peace here? Give me a reason not to be angry!"

Not enough respect, not even a proper title.

Duke ignored the Blue Dragon King and shouted to the Lord of Time: "Nozdormu, I know you can see the past and future of time and space. Well, since you firmly believe that your time is eternal and unchanging, and believe that Neltharion will die and become one of your favorite collections. Then I only ask you two questions. First, did you see your own fall? Second, did you see my future?"

"What are you talking about, tiny human!" The strange light in the huge gem-like dragon eyes suddenly intensified: "I am the embodiment of time! I am eternity! No one can kill me!"

As if he had seen through everything in the world and would not be disturbed by worldly affairs, Nozdormu roared. The sky was immediately filled with sand, and the entire field of vision was filled with gravel. In Nozdormu's territory, every inch of land contained some ancient magic.

Just a grain of sand was enough to ensure that an ancient dragon had never existed. From the past, to the present, to the future. Not to mention a small Star Mage. If he was hit, Duke would be wiped out, and even his Alleria would completely forget him.

The master of time is so terrible!

Duke's eyes twitched, but he showed no intention of dodging or defending.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.

Time, space, and destiny, these three are the perverted forces that are recognized as unsolvable in countless novels or game settings.

Trying to fight it in vain would only make the dragon laugh at you.

This bastard bronze dragon king, the power of time is flowing in his body, but he doesn't care about what happens in the present and the future! Those collections are everything to him. He sent his servants to collect everything - just so that he can live in the past and ignore everything in the present and the future.

If he is not scolded to wake him up, the three dragon kings will not take action. Then Duke himself will be in danger. If Deathwing does not die, even if he saves Alexstrasza, he will only have one amulet in the future.

The Dragon Kings are all at the same level. Do you want one amulet bunker or four amulet bunkers?

Duke can only pretend to be cool to the end!

Under Ysera's surprised gaze, Duke stood with his hands behind his back, letting the strong wind blow across his face. His eyes were firm, and his posture was like a pine tree in a storm, with extraordinary pride and a look of pity that said "I pity them and blame them for not fighting back."

This made Nozdormu even angrier.

At this moment, Ysera seemed to sigh softly, but it was impossible to tell whether it was a sigh or just a breath coming out of the dragon's nose. Anyway, the whole world shook, and then all the doomsday sands raised by Nozdormu were wiped out.

Yes, it would be that simple and easy if we could just wipe off all the chalk writing on the blackboard.

This is Ysera's Emerald Dream, and Ysera is only connected to the consciousness of the two dragon kings. If they want to kill Duke through the dream, the only possibility is that Ysera allows them to do so.

In any other place, perhaps Ysera would really do this, ignoring the death of a human in her own way. Although Duke was a hero of mankind, after tens of millions of years, weren't there enough heroes who died?

In the Emerald Dream, it is completely different.

"Ysera--" Nozdormu roared, shifting his target.

"Nozdormu!" Duke shouted, attracting the attention of the shining golden salon again. "Open your nearly blind eyes and see clearly! Have you seen my past?"

What surprised Ysera was that Nozdormu's reaction to these seemingly ordinary words was so intense.

"You...you...who are you? Why can't I see your past!? You don't belong to the time here? You are not a human? Who are you?" The golden dragon cried out as if he was hurt.

At this moment, even Malygos, who had been in a daze, seemed moved.

"I'm here to give you some advice! Otherwise, you'll be finished in less than fifty years!" Duke was speaking the truth.

If the history Duke knew was correct, in the future, the five dragon kings were almost completely wiped out, with only Alexstrasza left. The death of Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, was even more hilarious.

One question, how could a dragon that can manipulate time die?

The answer is yes.

The present Nozdormu will actually perish together with the future Nozdormu.

Duke spoke out this for another very important reason. Bronze dragons are guardians of time in principle. Their duty is to protect the past history from being changed, and they also have the power to travel through time and space.

In a sense, Duke is a time traveler who traveled back to the present Azeroth from the future, so the bronze dragon is the hurdle he must overcome.

Otherwise, who knows if he will be "purified" by the bronze dragon that will be driven back in the future?

Duke's biggest card is the death of the Bronze Dragon King in the future. If Nozdormu doesn't want to die, Duke can use this card to threaten or reach an agreement with the Bronze Dragonflight.

real!

Duke is taking a big gamble!

If he lost the bet, he wouldn't have to go back to fight Neltharion. He would be wiped out by Nozdormu right here. Even Ysera couldn't save Nozdormu if he tried his best.

If you win the bet...

Now, Duke saw Nozdormu's struggle and hesitation.

Because this bronze dragon king, who had been living a life of idleness and waiting to die, and whose entire life was spent collecting antiques, discovered for the first time that his eyes, which could transcend time and see into the future, could not see himself fifty years from now.

The golden sand dragon was trembling.

Duke decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Yes! I didn't belong here before! But my future belongs to Azeroth! May I ask, great Lord of Time, will you allow me, a 'variable', to exist? Are you willing to give me and the Bronze Dragonflight a change and hope?"

Nozdormu almost instinctively spurted out a ball of sand again to attack little Duke, but in the eyes of the other two dragon kings, Nozdormu was forced to retreat step by step.

This is an extremely strange scene.

Duke used his final ultimate move: "Lend me your power, Nozdormu, and I will be willing to guide you. As for you, Malygos, I can provide you with a 'little thing' in private..."

The Blue Dragon King, who had been in a daze, suddenly trembled all over.

Duke fell into a strange sleep.

On the surface, he was waiting for the red dragon to leave, but in reality he was still trapped in the Emerald Dream.

The red dragon didn't notice this, Nefarian didn't notice it, and Vereesa and the others lurking behind Duke didn't notice it either.

At almost the same time, in a military camp in Dalaran, a large group of people were busy.

It was a huge stone gate.

The entire gate is built with purple crystal pillars in the style of Dalaran. Of course, it is not as exaggerated and huge as the Dark Portal, but it is also one of the best portals in the world.

The psychedelic blue-purple portal had not yet been fully opened. When people looked over, they could only see complete darkness on the other side.

Nearly a hundred Dalaran mages were nervously checking every magic circle.

The Adept Mage is testing the output of magic power.

master Mage was checking whether the structure of the magic circle was complete.

A Kirin Tor council member and a Silvermoon council member were standing high up, commanding everything.

"It seems that this world hasn't had such a large-scale teleportation for nearly a thousand years?" a member of the Silvermoon Parliament whispered to himself.

In the square next to it, thousands of people were also busy.

They were not ordinary soldiers. Almost every fully armed person had a knight's emblem on the chest of their armor, or at least the emblem of a knight's apprentice. The knight's servants were nervously conducting the final equipment check for them. Weapons, equipment, and a small amount of water and dry food.

Behind the team were a large number of professionals - hunters, thieves, priests, and mages.

In front of these knights, there were a few paladins wearing bright silver armor and glowing with holy light. They had a name that resounded throughout the Alliance and the Horde - the Knights of the Silver Hand.

If you look carefully, you can find that most of their weapons are enchanted with the Dragon Slaying enchantment targeting dragons.

Even if half of the Dalaran mages were assembled to teleport, it would be impossible to have the teleportation capability of the Dark Portal, let alone transport an army of 100,000 at once.

1,000 people, 1,200 at most, this is the limit.

Here, the most elite troops in all of Lordaeron are gathered.

Here, almost everyone has the ability to take down five orc warriors single-handedly.

They are the elite among the elite.

They are the glory of Lordaeron.

There is a viewing platform at the back of the square. From this terrace, one can clearly see everything happening below. Terenas, the King of Lordaeron, stood on it with his head held high. He held the King's scepter in his hand and said to Antonidas beside him: "My military advisor told me that even if we face three ancient dragons at the same time, this team can fight them."

Antonidas seemed to be thinking about something, and after a few seconds he replied: "Your advisor gave you a very conservative estimate."

Terenas' face was filled with pride: "Lordaeron has failed, but Lordaeron will regain greater glory."

The four kings, Daelin, Genn, Llane and Thoras, who were standing near Terenas, frowned. They were sensitive to the fact that Terenas used the word "Lordaeron".

Not only the human king, but also Kael'thas and Kurdran Wildhammer who were watching the ceremony felt sick.

Ever since what happened between Stormwind Kingdom and Lordaeron a few days ago, the kings have become more vigilant.

Everyone knew that Lordaeron was not kind. After the failed attempt to force Ilucia to marry him, the two countries had a war of words. When Lothar threatened to resign as the commander-in-chief in private, Terenas finally gave in. He stripped the guy of his title and demoted him to a knight, and asked the Pavan family to apologize publicly, while putting the blame on the envoy.

Said the betrothal gift was actually 100,000 gold coins, not 1,000. Said the guy's math was taught by a PE teacher and other bullshit.

Anyway, it's a bunch of things that even children wouldn't believe, and there's no sincerity in their apology.

The result is that even if Lordaeron and Stormwind did not completely break off relations, the seeds of conflict had already been sown.

If the Horde had not already occupied the entire southern continent and Arathi Highlands, a bridgehead on the northern continent, perhaps the Alliance would have begun to split.

Everyone knows that Lordaeron has become twisted. Perhaps it is to say that Lordaeron has always been a twisted great power, but it has never been revealed before.

Now Lordaeron refused to form a coalition army on the grounds that the raid mission was not suitable for too many people from different countries. In fact, Lordaeron's lineup was something that all the countries could not put together even if they sold everything they had.

As a result, the kings nearby were extremely conflicted. They hoped that the surprise attack on Lordaeron could break the current situation where the Alliance was passively defending itself, but they also secretly did not want Lordaeron to succeed.

After all, once the Red Dragon, the last big card, was lost, the Horde would probably collapse. They really couldn't imagine how arrogant Lordaeron would become after completing this important turning point battle.

Of course, if Duke was here this time, he would describe it this way - Lordaeron is about to stir up a hornet's nest through live broadcast.

Terenas turned around and opened his arms to the kings: "See? Lordaeron's elite are so powerful! See? This is the heroic posture of a victorious army."

The kings saw a distortion of near madness on Terenas' face.

However, none of the kings said a word, except Llane.

Llane Wrynn strode forward, this seemingly ordinary action was full of cold and sonorous feeling. Mograine, who was standing next to Terenas, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

"Admiral Menethil, I just want to tell you one thing, never look down on those who you think are just pawns..." After saying that, Llane walked away without looking back. Marshal Anduin Lothar also left side by side with Llane.

Within the league, the name is very vague.

To be more intimate, you can call him by his name and add "Your Majesty". For example, Duke usually prefers to call Terenas "Your Majesty Terenas".

If it is a matter of official business, then call the other party by his military rank. In this regard, all kings are admirals. It is not wrong for Llane to call Terenas this way. But this makes the relationship very cold.

But Llane is Llane. Even if he is a king of a fallen country, he will never try to please someone who is not welcome. It is just asking for trouble.

Llane's public overthrow of the political table made Terenas look very unhappy.

Immediately, Terenas sneered and said, "Never mind him. This is a just battle and we will definitely win. If you are ready, please start, Master."

Antonidas also disliked Terenas.

This is also where the shamelessness of politics lies. As one of the countries that has received sufficient benefits, Antonidas must fully support this action.

On the surface, this was a pure Lordaeron force. In reality, after receiving benefits, Dalaran tacitly allowed many free mages to sign indentures and transfer to Lordaeron before the war.