Chapter 525 The People Who Eat Melons (for Subscription)

Orgrim had a dream, and the dream was very dark.

Not to mention torches, even the light created by shamans with natural magic cannot penetrate.

The darkness was so icy cold that his fingers quickly froze, and even the exhaled breath in his mouth quickly formed ice crystals and fell to the ground.

However, right in front of him, the darkness slowly and silently squirmed, condensing into a human shape. The moment this dark figure opened its fiercely glowing eyes, the whole world became darker.

Looking at those seemingly calm and wise eyes, which were actually ferocious and expressive, Orgrim cried out in astonishment.

"You're Duke!?"

Duke smiled evilly: "Orgrim! You and your tribe will pay the price for the bloody killings you caused when you invaded the world of Azeroth! I declare that you will be imprisoned forever!"

"No - we're not wrong! It's the demons who are wrong! They poisoned us! They tricked us into drinking that lousy blood!"

Orgrim's pleas were ignored, and the world became darker.

Countless dark arms protruded from all directions, firmly suppressing Orgrim's resistance, smiling grimly, approaching Orgrim, and finally grabbed him and threw him into an eternal prison cast by divine power... …

"Hahaha! As long as I have Duke for a day, the tribe will never want to become the overlord of this world! Hahahaha!" Duke's evil laughter echoed infinitely in the entire spiritual world of Orgrim.

"Ahhh——" Orgrim sat up abruptly and let out a scream, which frightened the orcs around him.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes that Orgrim realized that he had just had a nightmare.

"Great chief, are you awake?" Zuluhed showed a bright smile on his face with a clear look of distress, even two of his fangs were broken.

"Zuluhed, you..."

"It's just a dish made by an unfamiliar dragon cub. It's okay, I'll kill him and eat his stew later."

Only then did Orgrim realize that all the orcs around looked like defeated soldiers. And he was carried on a crude stretcher. He heard the sound of a huge impact of water flow. If he didn't guess wrong, he should be near the boulder dam.

Although he immediately had an ominous premonition, Orgrim asked, "How is the battle going?"

Without hiding anything, Zulushid replied: "It's terrible. The moment the damn female dragon king was freed, all the cavalry of the Dragon Roar clan became the dragon's snacks. Then the dragons immediately gathered together and moved towards Ge The orcs gathered outside Rim Batol launched an attack. With an army of more than 100,000, perhaps not even half of the clan survived. Everyone was beaten unconscious."

Hearing this, Orgrim felt a pain in his heart.

It's over!

It's all over!

If there is no release from the Red Dragon Legion, it may be possible to rely on the geographical advantage to defend the southern continent. But now, even if the Red Dragon Legion really doesn't like to intervene in mortal wars as rumored, the destruction of these troops in the wetland area is enough to cause the greatest adverse impact on the entire battle situation.

Looking at the distant sky, several giant dragons are flying at high speed, obviously they are fighting fiercely.

Once upon a time, when he received the report that the Black Dragon King might be involved in the battle to liberate the Red Dragon Queen, Orgrim, like Zuluhed, cursed Deathwing for meddling.

Although I don't know what role Deathwing played in this incident, but at the moment when Alexstrasza and her red dragonflight are determined to join the alliance, Orgrim suddenly hopes that the winner of this brutal air battle It's Deathwing.

At this time, on the top of Mount Grim Batol, Gavinrad and the others were dumbfounded.

After the battle with the Horde is over, it's fine if you, the deputy commander of the alliance, don't take charge of the overall situation, but you are so embarrassed to come to watch the show.

It's nothing more than watching a play, what the hell do you mean by taking out so many things?

People who eat melons also need to have a spectrum, right?

Seeing what Duke took out from the storage space, everyone was dumbfounded:

A round dining table with two people hugging each other. On the white tablecloth, there are no more or no less than four gorgeous gold wine glasses, and the freshly opened bottle of red wine is poured into the wine glasses. The clean as new plate is filled with... all kinds of snacks.

Too bad there's no room for fresh fruit in the storage space, otherwise it would have been a perfect picnic.

Brother, what kind of game do you play?

Duke greeted everyone enthusiastically. He pulled away the stool and sat down with a sword: "Everyone, you are welcome, sit down! I opened the phantom fog, and Neltharion can't see us."

"Duke, this...seems bad, doesn't it?"

"What's wrong? I didn't make Coke popcorn to save him."

Not a single native of Azeroth knows what Coke Popcorn is. For the sake of Duke's strong character, everyone sat down suspiciously.

Veresa, who was the most curious, adapted the fastest. She almost took a sip of the red wine, and then ate the biscuits: "Duke? Are we here to watch a show?"

"Of course it's a theater! The civil war between the five guardian dragons of Azeroth is a rare event in ten thousand years. If you don't watch it, you will regret it forever. What's more, Neltharion wants to brainwash me into his slave. I have no ability Participating in this level of peerless battle, watching a play, watching how he is beaten into a dog, I also feel at ease! Come on, come on, everyone bet, how many minutes can Nesario support from now on? Win Everything is double the compensation."

"Nesarion is also the king of the black dragon, ten minutes! I'll bet a copper coin." After being with Duke for a long time, Gavinrad tended to fall in the direction of the shame of the paladin.

Luo Ning thought for a while: "One magic emerald, bet for fifteen minutes."

Duke rolled his eyes: Yes, your sister, I gave you your magic emerald.

It was Veresa who was the most proud: "I put all my fiefs on it, and I bet that Deathwing won't survive five minutes."

Duke almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Hey! You are enough!"

Veresa was unmoved: "First, my legendary fief is still in the hands of the orcs. Second, I really lost all the fief, so I will live in Karazhan."

Duke's facial muscles kept twitching. He really didn't know that Veresa still had such a petty temper. If you win, the fief will be doubled, and if you lose, you will rely on him.

This, it seems that this aunt won!

At this moment, in the sky, the fierce battle between the five giant dragons has entered a fierce stage. In the beginning, Deathwing pressed down on the three giant dragons and beat them fiercely.

I ask you how fierce you are?

Just like Lu Bu Kai Wushuang!

However, when Duke destroyed [Devil's Soul]...