At three o'clock in the evening, Duke, who returned to his bedroom, looked out the distance outside the window. The thick black spread throughout Duke's vision.

The hustle and bustle of the Triumph Day still echoed in my ears, and Duke knew that new challenges would continue to come.

Since he has become a part of Azeroth, he cannot ignore the challenges that come one after another.

That's right, before the Pantheon's titans really arrive in Azeroth and fight the Burning Legion, the Azeroth World is like a damn defensive game. No matter how many waves of enemies you defeat, new enemies will still arrive.

There may be a glimmer of hope for persistence.

Giving up is the end of everything.

Looking back, the Fengxingjie sisters who were originally sleeping with each other raised their brows and opened their hazy sleepy eyes.

Aurelia: "Duke, have you finished the conversation?"

Wenresa: "Go to sleep, you have done a good job today, and leave tomorrow's work to do tomorrow."

After saying that, the two warm and soft-scented female bodies moved away from a gentle place tremblingly. Duke smiled and lay down, hugging Wenresha on the left and Aurelia on the right.

If there is no crisis that will come in the future, this is already a perfect life!

In my heart, Duke said to himself secretly: "Yes! The people I love, the people I cherish, the world I love, this is the motivation for me to fight for in Azeroth!"

Duke was very busy for the next day.

Whether it is coordinating post-war reconstruction with various countries, discussing with the dwarfs how to transform various farm tools, or carrying out his railway plan.

Time entered the gate of darkness on December 31, 2012.

News about Dukejiu waiting for it came.

Alextasa's magical message: "Okay. That guy Malygoth has finally been crazy enough. The guy frozen Nesario's head and took 'him' to the place where the Blue Dragon Legion was wiped out. He tossed and laughed for a long time, and finally he was willing to take the traitor's head back."

Duke smiled bitterly with his forehead.

He was killed by his wife and all his children, and then he would not be able to take revenge for ten thousand years. I guess anyone would be crazy.

How much reason can a guy like Marigos recover from his mind is already the result of the dragon clan burning incense and worshiping Buddha. However, thinking of the crazy actions of the Blue Dragon King in the future, Duke had to sigh.

Duke can only make a fortune for Marigos.

“When will the celebration of Dragon Mile Temple be held?”

"You will come to the Dragon Bone Wilderness at 9 am tomorrow, January 1st."

"Uh? So hurry?"

"The celebration is ready long ago. It's the other three tribes and one big dragon waiting for that bastard, OK!" The queen's teeth choked.

Yes! A group of dragons happily celebrated killing the traitor, spitting dragon breath in the snow and grilling beef, waiting around and waiting for the traitor's head to arrive. Although Nozdom temporarily handed over Nesario's body early, most of the things are of the greatest value to the head.

The dragon's head has a very sacred meaning.

I lacked the traitor's head, and felt regretful whenever I said anything, and I felt like I was missing a lot of things.

It took a full week before Malygos was willing to bring back the head of the rebellious Black Dragon King. It would be strange if the dragons of the other three tribes were not sulking.

There is nothing we can do about it.

The four dragon kings all protect the dragons, and after all, they are at the same level. Unless a dragon is too outrageous to do things and is considered by other dragon clans to have exceeded the scope of "redemption", otherwise, for the sake of the same clan, just endure it.

"Okay! I'll arrive on time tomorrow."

Time entered the gate of Dark On January 1, 3, the kings of Lordaeron were still busy holding various meetings.

Post-war reconstruction, bilateral trade, multilateral trade, re-division of territorial border lines, and determination of maritime power... all kinds of troubles still bother every king, and even every lord below.

Originally, in Storm Kingdom, Duke was inseparable from these areas, but Duke had to ask Ryan for leave first.

At half past eight, Duke's room was still busy.

Although Duke was the only one who went to the Dragon Mid Temple to attend the Dragon Clan celebration, he looked grandly as if the top leaders of the Storm Kingdom were going to go.

Ryan and Anduin were chatting in the corner of the room.

Aurelia, wearing a green ranger costume, crossed her arms in front of her lower abdomen, held her palms with her elbows, and leaned against the wall, watching her sister and Ilushia fiddling with Duke's clothes.

Duke, who looked like a lifeless person, had already looked like a useless cat, posing in a cross shape. He was extremely distressed and had to look straight ahead.

"It's better to add a belt? The mage's robe is so fluttering." Wenresa frowned while holding her cheek.

"I think this is the case, it's so energetic!" Ilushia nodded.

Duke grinned his teeth: "Even if I dress well, will those dragons appreciate it? By the way, you have been pulling me up at seven o'clock and have been tossing for an hour and a half, and haven't you gotten better yet?"

"Whether you can appreciate it is another matter. The key is that you have to do a good job of your attitude. I have never heard of any human beings that the Dragon Mile Temple has invited in for thousands of years." Ilushia, who has always been weak, expressed her opinion unexpectedly.

Duke couldn't help but complain in his heart: Will I tell you that in the future, the Dragon Clan will seek support from the strong men of all races in the alliance because it cannot withstand the siege of a certain Dragon Clan on the Dragon Milk Temple, and make it as lively as a vegetable market?

At this time, Aurelia made up a knife: "No, I have seen His Majesty Alextasa's human-style outfit, it's very well-equipped!"

Your sister, as long as a woman has a good figure and good looks, she wears a three-point armor or something, any man will find it pleasing to the eye.

No matter how much he complains, Duke can only be his human clothes rack.

It's been very difficult to finish.

Duke set out with a burst of blessings.

Almost the moment he crossed the portal and arrived at the keel bone wilderness, Duke became a dog. The coldness in the Northrend keel bone wilderness in the far north continent is completely different from the coldness in the north of Lordaeron.

It’s like the winter in the south before traveling through time and the winter in Siberia. Can this be compared?

It was a little bit short of that, Duke felt that he was about to freeze to death.

"Huh!" A heat flow rose from the magic circuit of [Phoenix Flame], and almost at the same time, a warm fire element cover was also covered with outside the body. It was not too hot, but it resisted Northrend's biting cold wind well.

Duke finally came to his senses, it was Crassus!

"Welcome, my old friend!" The tall Crassus came over and gave Duke a polite hug.

It turns out that one man and one dragon are common friends. After Duke rescued the Red Dragon Queen and planned to kill Nesario, they became friends.
Chapter completed!