Chương 498: Chapter 498: Bottoms Up, This Cup of Atramentous Poison!
Damn it all! I've been working tirelessly for the entire Alliance, coordinating so many kingdoms day and night.
Warfare? That's my responsibility. Logistics? Mine too. Diplomacy? All managed by me. Coordination? I'm in charge.
Your home city of Lordaeron was on the verge of being sacked, and it was I who personally led the rescue.
Now, at last, we've turned defense into offense and are beginning to see hope for victory.
And I'm not even dead!
But by the Light, you're already moving against my people!?
Terenas Menethil! May your ancestors and descendants be cursed for all eternity!
Duke's jaw clenched tightly, his chest heaving with rage. His arms trembled from the force of his anger, and his fingernails dug deep into his palms.
In the World of Warcraft, there's a famous saying: "Fear not a godlike boss, but rather a pig-like teammate."
But what's even more infuriating and sickening than a pig-like teammate is a traitor!
Yes!
In Duke's eyes, Terenas is nothing but a complete despot!
A traitor!
A pretentious, saintly facade.
Duke couldn't prevent King Aiden Perenolde from meeting his demise, but he had already made it clear that he intended to protect the Barov family. Now, even before receiving confirmation of Duke's death, Terenas had already begun seizing power and paving the way for Lordaeron's "rise."
Duke wanted to open a portal and go back to face Terenas, saying, "Ah! The sun is so bright tonight! What's that? Why is there a sun at night? Simple! Because you, Terenas, are a blind fool. Blind to the situation, blind to the future, yet presumptuously sitting on the highest throne! You piece of trash! Your heart is as black as the darkest night!"
"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!" Duke suddenly ran out of the cave and laughed madly on the mountainside.
His laughter carried far and wide on the wild wind!
Originally, Duke had wondered if he, who knew the course of history, should prevent Terenas's beloved son, Prince Arthas, from committing patricide.
Now, for some reason, Duke suddenly longed to witness that moment when Arthas slew his father.
The old beast's astonished and horrified expression must be delightful!
"Hu hu hu! It seems you really want me dead. But—I refuse!" Duke's eyes suddenly hardened.
Fierce and resolute! Like waves, like fury!
However, just when Duke's thoughts were in chaos, he received a new message from Krasus.
"Sorry, it all failed."
Duke was certain that Krasus, who possessed the most exceptional magical talent among the dragons, had detected Deathwing's eavesdropping. That's why he gave this cryptic message that only Duke could understand.
Duke was suddenly horrified.
What in the world is going on? Didn't Krasus convince the other three Guardian Dragons in history? How did it turn into a total failure?
Bloody hell!
I've obtained Deathwing's most crucial talisman, and now you tell me the three key allies are not coming? How am I supposed to fight?
At that moment, Duke felt an urge to cry.
Yes, a man's tears should not be shed lightly.
But now he was so distressed that he wanted to weep.
"Is this what they call despair? No! It can't be! I'm Duke, destined to become a god of magic in Azeroth! If that useless Krasus can't handle the three Guardian Dragons, then I'll make a personal visit."
Easier said than done. Duke had no time to find the Blue Dragon Malygos in the icy lands of another continent or to drag Nozdormu from the Caverns of Time in the desert.
Duke's only chance was Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen, hidden in the Emerald Dream.
Ysera, guardian of the Emerald Dream, a reflection of Azeroth in dreams, where everything that happened in the dream and reality would affect each other.
In theory, finding Ysera was easy; just dream and contact her in the dream.
In practice, unless it was an extraordinary dream with powerful mental construction, there was no way to attract Ysera's attention.
Duke hid back in the cave, and not far from the entrance, he encased himself in ice to ensure that Deathwing wouldn't detect his life force. After instructing the system sprite to monitor Deathwing's talisman, Duke took a potion from his storage space.
It was in a black bottle.
Labeled specifically and stored in a designated place, he found it quickly.
It was called "Dream of Death." Even in Karazhan's laboratory, it was considered taboo by Medivh, with strict protections and the most dangerous label.
Just three drops on an arrowhead had killed Mannoroth, the Pit Lord.
Just three drops had killed a being ten times more powerful than a dragon.
Like Deathwing, Mannoroth had once been considered invincible.
Now Duke was preparing to take some "Dream of Death," utilizing its most potent hallucinogenic property.
"The deepest sleep, the most profound dream..." Duke muttered to himself, opening the bottle. "If I can achieve it, then Ysera should be there... No, she must be there."
"But if I take too much, I'll die."
"Ordinary people only get one chance, but am I ordinary?" Duke scoffed.
Indeed!
Duke was not afraid of death.
But he feared the rot or destruction of his soul.
Sargeras's curse before his defeat was of this magnitude.
Compared to a slow death by boiling, Duke preferred to gamble.
A man's life is rarely filled with such risks.
He took a cup and a small bottle of pure water from his storage space. He poured just enough water into the cup for a single drink and then opened the black bottle. He carefully tilted his hand, pouring the smallest drop of poison. Watching it silently fall into the water, Duke closed the bottle and picked up the cup.
"Damn, if only I had a comfortable spring mattress right now," Duke added. "And better yet, two busty elf girls to accompany me."
Duke smiled nonchalantly, speaking to himself, "Come on! Bottoms up, this cup of atramentous poison!"
With that, he drained the cup.
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