Duke had a trance illusion that if his willpower was separated from two levels, his willpower was still his, and the system elves were systemic. Now his feeling was that the dragon power that was pouring out from the four-colored dragon was like a hammer, constantly hitting the subway embryo. While using a hammer with willpower, it also led the sublimation of Duke's spiritual realm.

And all that is needed to sublimate is an opportunity.

Duke is not an indigenous person of Azeroth. He has never experienced a childhood when he had to deal with wolves and fishmen even in the Elvin Forest, which is known as the most peaceful. He is just a college kid who grew up in a big city. This lack of experience makes him destined to have a slightly poor psychological endurance when facing danger and stress in battle. For example, he used to easily become a warlock [Fear Technique].

Duke also has his advantages.

He is a time traveler who remembers the general trend.

The experience of looking at the overall situation as an outsider gave him a sense of superiority that the indigenous people would never understand.

This kind of mentality that seems to be standing at the top of the ecological chain and looking down like a god is his trump card.

Duke suddenly got angry—

You! These! little dragons! What! roots! onions!?

snort!

I'm Duke!

I am Duke who started from scratch and rushed to the league hero and took the position of commander!

I killed hundreds of thousands of orcs, killed so many chiefs, used Gul'dan to make a fortune, and also killed Duke of Deathwing Nesario!

I am Duke, who is determined to use Ragnaros, the King of Fire as a lighter, and break the Lich King's Frost Son's sadness and purify it and use it as an air conditioner in the future!

Duke, the only one in the world!

You little dragons who are only worthy of experience, dare to yell at me?

joke!

Dragon Power, right?

Then don't blame me for being rude.

System Elf, come on me!

"snort!"

A seemingly plain cold snorted, and a different smell appeared in the ears of the dragon clan.

The magic circuit in Duke's body was obviously a little disordered, and the elements in the surrounding atmosphere suddenly shook as if they felt Duke's momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the elements in the space appeared in four different colors, turning into four magical long swords visible to the naked eye, slashing in all directions like lightning.

At the same moment, a magic element containing some mysterious power suddenly flashed, like waves, climbing a higher peak above the peak, bursting out endless power!

"Ancient Dragon Power!" When the four magical brilliances corresponding to the Four-colored Dragon Clan came, these giant dragons, dominated by young dragons, suddenly disappeared.

They never expected that Duke could actually release a powerful force comparable to the ancient dragon!

When that magic light blade slashed, they had only one feeling - death.

"Oh!?" The three dragon kings on the top floor of the Dragon Mile Temple also showed a surprised expression.

If it were the dragon ambassadors around Duke, they would be almost shocked.

"Swish--" The magic light blade shot from Duke's counterattack was so fast that it almost flashed by, and the strange and mysterious power contained inside passed away in an instant.

However, in the eyes of these young dragons and dragon people, they saw a completely different scene - when the light corresponding to the skin color of their race slashed, blood immediately spewed out of their necks. The dragon scales, dragon skins, and even the hardest dragon bones that can withstand most powerful weapons in the world were also cut in half.

Their heads soared into the sky, their bodies collapsed on the ground, and the blood of the dragon clan stained this sacred dragon sleeping place...

I... die!?

Countless dragons' necks suddenly shrank, and countless dragon men retreated in shock, stroking their still intact necks.

That's...an illusion?

Although the sword light made of this momentum only flashed, it was enough for every dragon descendant to be scared to death. In an instant, a trembling wave appeared in the entire Dragon Mile Temple, which was the reflection caused by the dragon clan retreating one after another.

How could there be such a terrifying person that, with the momentum alone, tens of thousands of dragons and thousands of young dragons here have the illusion of being killed?

Just thinking back to the feeling just now makes them feel cold and their whole body becomes weak!?

Every dragon, every dragon man asked in his heart: "Is this Duke Marcus telling us that if he wants to, can he kill us?"

At this time, looking at the exaggerated scene where all dragons are impressed, Crassus and the three ambassadors beside Duke showed an expression of admiration.

“It’s amazing!”

"congratulations."

"Congratulations."

“For humans, it’s perfect.”

Duke was a little confused: "Uh, I'm passing the test, right? Then...what is this?"

"This is something we have all experienced. Of course, the results are not as perfect as you. You will know after the ceremony is over." Crassus continued to hang Duke's appetite: "Okay, you can go to the highest level to watch the ceremony now."

Duke was silent.

Of course, he knew that the Dragon Mile Temple was divided into three levels, middle and lower, but he didn't know that these big lizards were so cunning that they asked him to come to watch the ceremony, but he didn't agree to which floor to watch the ceremony.

It was still the fiery red fire element flying carpet, Duke and his party were held up and slowly flew out of the temple again, flying towards the highest point of the temple in a spiral shape.

Finally reaching the highest level, Duke saw three dragon kings who turned into human form.

Alextasa came first: "I did a good job just now!"

Marigos was a little dissatisfied: "This human boy learned the method of [Dragon Soul]."

Nozdom disdained: "So what?"

Duke smiled bitterly.

Yes! So what?

With the help of the platinum disc as the fragment of [Dragon Soul] in his hand, he used the system to analyze some of the composition principles and even analyzed all formulas similar to Dragon Power. However, the magical simulation of dragon roar is limited in power. After all, he is not a real guardian dragon. Without a real dragon soul, it is naturally impossible to have that kind of real terrifying power that makes thousands of dragons convince.

At best, the power he exudes is similar to that of the more watery ten thousand-year dragon. It is okay to scare the slag, but it is completely ineffective against the dragon of Crasus' level.

The Queen of Red Dragon proudly raised her chest: "Anyway, Duke, the human hero who saved me from the imprisonment of darkness, has proved his courage, and he is qualified to stand here to watch Nesario's end."

dead end?

Isn't Nesario dead?
Chapter completed!