Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 439: He is dead

The poor Red Dragon Queen can only wait for the next being qualified to use Demon Soul to appear and judge her fate.

quiet!

It was dead silent.

The queen's chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

"Did I really hold out too much hope? Well, I shouldn't ask too much of Duke. Who's next? No matter who it is, as long as they can truly liberate me, I swear I will treat him (her) well. Abandon the lofty dignity of the Dragonflight. Treat him (her) well..."

Alexstrasza's mind was in a mess. It was not a pleasant feeling to have one's fate in the hands of others, to be torn between hope and despair, between heaven and hell.

She had to wait.

She never thought that the person she was waiting for was Marian Firewing, a high-level elf wizard.

Marianne came in clean and tidy, as quietly and gracefully as if she was taking a walk in her own back garden.

"I am Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen! Quick! Untie me and save me!" Like a drowning person who cannot swim and is about to drown, the queen instinctively asked Marianne for help when she saw the Alliance emblem and the Silvermoon Council emblem on Marianne's chest.

For thousands of years, the Red Dragonflight and the Silvermoon Council have had a good relationship.

At this time, Marianne smiled, a very proud smile, with a sense of insolence that was infinitely close to madness. The smiling female elf made the queen suddenly have a terrible ominous premonition.

"Save you? Who said I want to save you?" The extremely cold question amidst the chuckle pushed the queen's heart into the bottomless abyss again.

He had already fallen into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, who would have thought that there was another Eighteen Levels of Hell at the bottom?

Thirty-six levels of hell, are you afraid?

The Red Dragon Queen's plump and seductive body was shaking like a sieve, which might be a seductive original sin in the eyes of men. Unfortunately, in the eyes of her homosexuals, it was a sin.

There was clear jealousy in Marianne's eyes!

"The dragon race is great. They offer truly eternal life... eternal beauty... eternal youth... In the past, the eternal life of my fellow night elves was also bestowed by you, right? Your Majesty the Giver of Life." The queen's murmurs as if she were talking to herself only made the chill in her heart grow even stronger.

"Who are you? And to whom do you serve?"

"Hoohoo, it's the Demon Soul." Marian walked to where Duke had just died and picked up the platinum disc on the ground: "Remember the name of your new master! Mother Dragon! My name is - Marian Fire Wing! Hahaha!"

Alexstrasza's beautiful face was puffed up red with anger, but before she had time to feel sad, she began to feel the soul torment from the Demon Soul.

"Ahhh——" No matter how many times I do this, I can never get used to the painful feeling of my heart being stabbed by countless needles: "You... you are a warlock? Are you from Neltharion's army? "

Not everyone can use the Demon Soul. Only a warlock can manipulate this terrifying magic weapon. Within a second, Marian could clearly feel the vitality draining from her body.

With a wave of her hand, a "mirror" made of ice suddenly appeared beside her, and Marianne could clearly see the wrinkles appearing on her face.

Her anger flashed away, and she immediately laughed: "That orc warlock is really an idiot. He actually filled it with vitality himself. If he knew that it was you who created the World Tree...hahahaha!"

The queen's face was terrible. The high elves were not outsiders like the orcs, and they were not so easy to fool. However, as a queen, she was stubborn and instinctively rejected Marianne's control.

Alexstrasza gnashed her teeth and said, "You actually want to be my master? Haha! Do you think Neltharion will let you go?"

"Neltharion? Hahaha! Although he disguised himself very well, the long years made him forget one thing. Dragon Soul itself was designed based on the standard of five guardian dragons." Marian chanted a spell softly, and the platinum disc suddenly changed. The disc was divided into five equal areas, four of which were shining with bright light.

The Queen immediately realized what Marianne was trying to do.

"Hahahaha! That's right! As long as I put the scales containing Neltharion's soul and power into the Demon Soul, even the famous Deathwing will become my slave! By then, all five-colored dragons will crawl at my feet. I will no longer be a mere Silvermoon councillor, I will be the queen of the entire world of Azeroth! Hahahaha—"

Marian laughed wildly, her laughter was so crazy, so indulgent, that the blood drained from Alexstrasza's face.

Everything is clear: whether she was captured or the red dragon army was controlled, most of them were Deathwing's conspiracies. But as Deathwing's backup, as the agent who was truly trusted by Deathwing and wanted to control the other four-color dragons, Marianne chose to turn against Deathwing for some reason.

In any case, the artifact Dragon Soul that the guardian dragons made to repel the Burning Legion back then really shot itself in the foot this time. The queen was not optimistic about Marian controlling Neltharion through Demon Soul. Because it depends on how much of Neltharion's soul she gets. If it's less than 10%, the evil black dragon king will probably kill Marian even if the soul backfires.

Once one third of the soul is injected into them like the four guardian dragons, control will be inevitable, and the entire tribe will be involved.

At this moment, Marianne was suddenly and silently attacked.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!" Four emerald green arrows suddenly appeared in the air less than a palm's reach from Marian, but unfortunately, that was the end of it. The arrows were stuck in the air by some mysterious force and could not move forward an inch.

It was not until this moment that an oval magic shield wrapping Marian appeared in people's sight.

"Oh?" Marian slowly turned around and looked at the female ranger with a bow and arrow behind her: "It's you? Vereesa Windrunner."

The one who came was Vereesa. When she realized something was wrong, she left the front line to Gavinrad and the others and followed like crazy.

"I'm asking you! Where is Duke?" She, who was usually beautiful and quiet, now had anger and excitement that she couldn't conceal. Even her arms, which absolutely shouldn't be shaking, were shaking noticeably.

Marian smiled evilly: "He is dead. The one who killed him was Deathwing." After that, she pointed to the Grand Marshal's Battle Staff on the ground that was blackened by the flames.

When Vereesa came in, she did see the blackened staff head, but when she suddenly heard the news and saw Alexstrasza's depressed expression, Vereesa suddenly felt dizzy.

"No--"