In the square, the Dalaran and Gilneas soldiers with weak morale were already frightened, and the "swish" sound of the iron leg armor as they retreated was so harsh in the square.
At close range, the kings who had endured the maximum dragon power also perford sowhat poorly. Each of them made a fool of themselves, but the worst was undoubtedly Terenas. Terenas, who had a combat power of only five, was frightened by the dragon's power and took three steps back before collapsing on his throne.
Of course, the other kings either took a half step back or knelt on one knee.
Even Llane sighed and took a step back, not eting Taranistrasz' gaze.
Only Daelin Proudmoore, leaning on his scimitar and gritting his teeth, even though his legs were shaking, the veins on his neck were exposed, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands were bulging like whiskers, he held on and faced the terrifying golden vertical pupils of the ancient red dragon without fear.
Daelin suddenly took a step that seed to be of great weight, and he raised his sword straight towards the human-shaped dragon!
"It's - Daelin Proudmoore of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras! This matter has nothing to do with the Alliance, and has nothing to do with my kingdom! I am simply asking for justice from you - Talanistrasz - as a father for my son, Drake Proudmoore, who died in your flas!"
Daelin risked his life!
He really went all out!
Of course he hated the culprit tribe.
But he also couldn't accept that the murderer who killed his son yesterday was standing by his side as a fellow alliance mber today. Then he had to frustrate himself to please these powerful allies and fight alongside the red dragon as if nothing had happened.
Of course, no matter how furious he was, he could not forgive himself for letting the entire kingdom of Kul Tiras fall into the flas of the dragon because of personal vengeance.
So he challenged Taranistraszas a father who had lost his son!
"Huh? What kind of justice do you want?" The dragon's tone was full of contempt.
"A duel!" Daelin's voice was sonorous and powerful. He raised the knife resolutely and took another step forward. His bloodshot eyes stared at the human-shaped red dragon.
"Hahahaha!" The giant dragon's laughter shocked everyone in the square: "Just you!?"
Under the terrifying might of the dragon, everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, and they had a feeling of suffocation and oppression.
Daelin, who had endured the greatest pressure, had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. It was unclear whether it was due to concussion or he had bitten his lip.
"Yes! Just ! An insignificant human in the eyes of a giant dragon! I know I can't beat you, but I at least ask for a duel! This is my last honor as a father!"
Almost at the mont when Daelin finished speaking, a voice ca from outside the field anxiously: "No - Father, don't do anything stupid!"
Daelin's face changed. He knew who the voice belonged to - Tanred Proudmoore, his second son and the de facto ruler of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras.
At that mont, Daelin caught a glimpse of gold from the corner of his eyes. It was his lover Gina's golden sword. Daelin knew that she was doing this for him, so he broke the taboo and used the portal to find Tanred directly, just to dispel his idea of doing sothing stupid.
If Tanred were also affected by the dragon's wrath, there would never be a male heir in all of Kul Tiras.
Gina 's action hit Daelin's soft spot.
Daelin's facial muscles were twitching, and all kinds of thoughts were wrestling in his mind.
The humanoid dragon showed a hint of sarcasm: "Yes! You have no chance of winning a duel with a dragon! You'd better go back and take care of your children. I can't guarantee that your family will not be affected during the duel. You know, it is difficult to control the dragon's breath once it is spit out."
At this mont, Daelin's face turned cold, and he suddenly shouted: "Who can help stop this dragon? I, Daelin Proudmoore, will be grateful to him forever!"
A dying man's gratitude? And in return, the eternal hatred of his descendants?
Is there really anyone who would do this foolish deal?
Don't be surprised, soone really took action.
"Suddenly!" A gust of wind blew, and along the direction of the Grand Marshal's Battle Staff, an extrely huge ice wall that was three ters high, twenty ters wide, and half a ter thick appeared almost out of thin air in front of Tanred and Gina.
The one who took action was actually Duke!
Not only Daelin was stunned, all the kings were extrely shocked.
Duke stopped Vereesa who seed to want to do sothing with his other hand, and looked at Daelin calmly: "You asked to help you get an explanation from the Red Dragonflight, and I helped you. You asked to stop the next King of Kul Tiras, and I helped you too. You owe two favors!"
Two favors?
Do dead people need to repay favors?
Daelin suddenly smiled, and there were tears and a hint of desolation in his smile!
"From today on, Duke, you are my brother, Daelin!"
Without saying another word, ignoring the desperate pleas of his son and lover, Daelin strode forward, discarding his scabbard and armor. This heroic man who had road the sea for twenty years, with his upper body naked, walked proudly towards the opponent whom he would never be able to defeat normally.
"Hahaha! My chest is here! Do you dare to cut here?" Taranistrasz laughed arrogantly and patted his strong and broad chest hard.
Without a sound, Daelin used his knife to make his answer as a father!
He suddenly lunged forward, lowered his wrist, and stabbed forward!
The machete is best at chopping, but that doesn't an the sharp tip is just for show.
Daelin's thrust was the limit of what a human warrior could do. He turned into a stream of light, and stabbed at Taranis with his sword!
This sword strike was the most perfect one Daelin had ever stabbed since he entered the realm of heroes.
Perhaps for the dragon's terrifying dynamic vision, this knife was as insignificant as slow motion.
Perhaps after this stab, he would be tortured to death by the humanoid dragon in so way.
But he didn't care.
I put aside all distractions, just for the sake of justice with that one blow!
Thousands of people present could no longer bear to watch, and several kings secretly closed their eyes. Only Duke watched all this calmly with a slightly sad look on his face.
Ti seems to have stopped!
There was no lightning counterattack.
There was no bloody and cruel massacre.
When he clearly felt the touch of sothing piercing his flesh and bones, Daelin was stunned, and the entire audience was so frightened that they were speechless.
Because... Daelin's epic scimitar, which was far from powerful enough to slay a dragon, was turned horizontally, and the sharp tip of the blade pierced through the gap between the two ribs on the left chest of the humanoid Taranistrasz, and pierced the heart of the humanoid dragon straight into two halves.
How... is this possible!?
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