"Woo woo!" A huge dragon with fierce teeth made a low and woe cry like a small animal. This scene is so inconsistent.

While watching, the tribe chiefs were too confused, "I have no shame to see other tribes, it's shame! Shame!" and so on. While the black dragon falling from the sky obediently, the tribe chiefs were very confused.

If they didn't clearly see Duke sitting on the seat on the dragon's back, Duke was holding a long dark blue reins, and the black dragon had the Alliance and the Marcus family mark on its chest, they would probably turn around and run away.

Even so, the other troll warriors could not help but hold the weapons in their hands as they watched such a giant beast swept away the sand and stones. When they looked at them with her fierce and vivid golden vertical pupils.

Here, Grom actually wanted to run away, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was ashamed.

Looking at Duke who jumped off the black dragon's back, Hu Ye's rough and green mouth with fangs squirmed for a long time, and finally looked directly into Duke's eyes: "It seems... I owe you another life. If you are an orc, you have already gained my life and loyalty."

Duke shrugged: "It's a pity that I'm not."

Woking quickly interrupted: "Did you know that there is Nefarian in the Black Wing's Nest in the morning?"

Woking didn't want to raise such a similar question, but Grom thinks he owes Duke too much. If an old-fashioned strong man like Grom creates a major incident that transcends race and camp to seek humanity, it would be very, very troublesome.

Even if he was as wise as Woking, the only way he thought of was to interrupt.

Duke turned to look at Woking and sighed: "I know that behind Red* the black hand is Nefarian, the king of the black dragon, but based on my knowledge of Nefarian, coupled with Onyxia's testimony, I think that unless anyone hits Nefarian in front of the highest throne of the Blackwing Nest, with his pride, he will definitely disdain to take action against any existence in person."

Woking suddenly got stuck and couldn't say anything behind.

At this time, Grom, who was still on the stretcher, waved his hand: "Enough! Woking! I know my identity and the mission on my shoulders. No matter what happens, it is still an ironclad fact that the Black Hand Brothers betrayed the tribe. Moreover, the alliance uses the tribe to restrain Nefarian, and our tribe uses the alliance to deal with Ragnaros?"

Grom's open and honest words made Woking's neck feel stuck, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and finally he could only sigh quietly.

Grom seemed to have bared his teeth because of the pain and said, "The tribe needs the power of the alliance, and the alliance also needs the tribe. Please be sure to help the tribe this time, and the tribe will be rewarded! As for me, as long as the big thing is over, even if I let my soul burn out, I will not frown."

A man, a real man, one spits and one nails.

Even though Duke had a budget in his mind, he was still moved by Grom's request.

Duke smiled, stretched out his hand gently, and grasped Grom's huge and scarred hand: "Welcome to the Alliance and the Horde Alliance again."

At this moment, both Woking and Kane were obviously relieved.

In any case, with the support of the alliance, at least the situation will not collapse.

At this time, Woking finally asked a question that he had always wanted to ask but had no chance to ask: "Duke, is this black dragon behind you... Onyxia before?"

In fact, it’s not just the tribe’s heroes who are in a tangled mood, but the league is also very painful.

The first time was when Deathwing pretended to be Lord Presto and almost became King of Ultratown.

The second time is Onyxia who transforms into the Earl of Katrana and almost steals the supreme power of the Storm Kingdom.

In addition to its strong combat power, the second label of the Black Dragon clan is sinister and cunning.

However, it was such a strong and sinister black dragon, and the princess of the Black Dragon clan, who was now tied with reins, held in Duke's palm, and stayed behind Duke quietly as a background board. This was incredible!

"Well! She won't rebel now. She is my exclusive mount for the time being."

"Sit... ride?" Several of the tribe's bigwigs, Woking, Grom, Kane, and Varrok, all their eyelids were pounding.

In a miserable tribe, only the chief is qualified to play with a flying dragon on his head and feet as a mount.

alright!

People are so angry that they are more popular!

You have to throw away the goods!

My mount is a dragon, and Duke's mount is also a dragon.

But even if the two-legged flying dragon has the word "dragon", it is actually just a so-called flying dragon that is third-rate subspecies. Can it be compared with Duke's mount?

As a tribe that once had a red dragon mount, the older generation of orcs knew very well how big the gap in strength was.

It is already awesome to be able to ride an adult dragon that is a thousand years old.

No one thought he could ride an ancient dragon.

Not to mention the Black Dragon Princess who is ranked in the demigod level and is in a good position?

The astonishment that seemed to be dislocated was written on the faces of the tribe's bosses. Their open mouths were to stuff an ostrich egg into it, and it was absolutely no difficulty.

At this time, a terrifying dragon power rose behind Duke.

"Duke! You bastard! When did this princess admit that you are my master?? Don't be too sentimental! I just deceived you and took the opportunity to heal my wounds. Today I will take this opportunity to raise my back... Woo!" Before Princess Black Dragon's rebellion was finished, a huge arcane energy palm that seemed to be descending from the sky, directly pressing Onyxia's dragon head, pressing her dragon mouth to the ground.

For a moment, Woking felt that Onyxia actually wanted to resist. She could just compete with Valastaz and avoid the gust of the dragon breath that was as fast as the wind, but in front of Duke, she was inexplicably awe, and both her reaction and movement were obviously slower.

The result of hesitation was that her huge dragon head was held down by a magical hand and kept rubbing on the ground.

"Master bastard! You will regret it! You will regret it!" Onyxia seemed to struggle rebelliously, and did not notice at all that she had changed her name for Duke.

"Hi! You really want to turn things around if you don't get rid of the room for three days? Today I'll let you taste the taste of the Dragon Trainer." Duke raised his hand and found a special nine-tailed whip.

It is hard to imagine that such a big black dragon, seeing a small nine-tailed whip that is less than half a meter long, actually showed a timid expression.
Chapter completed!