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Stormwind Mage God

This is a tale of a young guy who travels to the world of Azeroth. He's all about love and justice (and not turning into a ghoul), not afraid to give up everything (he can run back to his corpse to respawn), and on a mission to find what's been lost: morals/morality and humanity (integrity). He never stops trying to regain his integrity, even when he falls off the wagon. ------------- Hello everyone I am back with a new Project!!!!! Yes this was previously partially translated on here -https://www.webnovel.com/book/stormwind-mage-god_25830019606309105 I started over from scratch and did not use any of the previous translator's work. To reiterate- this is a CN translation and not an original story. If you're not into Chinese fanfics this is probably not for you. I am not a professional, this is just a hobby for me, and I am just a 1 man team. I do the best that I can with what I have. The more motivated I am the more active I will be in editing up to chapter 80ish to the current standard. If you like what I do feel free to buy me a coffee at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/GPTandChill - or sign up for my patreon @ patreon.com/GPT_And_Chill

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Chapter 507: The Swagger is at Its Peak (Part 1)

Krasus was in a rough state, but he was filled with exhilaration.

He dodged left and right, turning the seemingly desperate moments into an impressive show against the attacks of several young dragons. With a combination of unimaginable spells and agile movements that didn't match his immense size, he taught the young dragons the true meaning of combat.

Even though his injuries were getting worse, even though his actions were becoming more ruthless, he still had a fire burning in his chest, his fighting spirit still boiling.

One by one, young dragons were defeated by him without inflicting fatal wounds.

Krasus kept fighting, driven only by a short message from Duke: "Wait for me!"

Had it been anyone else, he would have sneered at the message.

But it was Duke, the most legendary young man in the entire Alliance, and even in all of Azeroth.

These two words emitted a strange magic.

These two words represented the ultimate miracle.

Krasus erupted with the greatest fighting strength of his life...

At the entrance to the secret passage.

Duke looked up at the sky; from his angle, he couldn't see the battle above, but he could gauge from the continuous roars that Krasus was doing well.

Suddenly, he gestured to the people below.

"Vereesa, call everyone up."

Vereesa was astonished by this gesture.

Not only her, but no one knew why Duke had become so confident after a short nap.

Of course, they could imagine that Duke had used the Lordaeron people's attack and the unexpected red dragon's assault as a cover for his real assault.

But it felt like there was more to it.

"Come up, the cards are in place," Duke stood at the entrance, the brisk mountain wind causing his mage robe to flutter. His short hair looked spirited, but most importantly, there was a confident curve to his lips.

Just as Vereesa and a few others were dashing towards the entrance, a line of characters suddenly appeared in the mental isolation zone set up by Duke.

"Go, my little slaves, the time to save the Red Dragon Queen has come. Find her, then recite this spell 'Azedilllw...'." After the lengthy spell, there was a bewitching message: "Alexstrasza will receive her rightful redemption."

Duke pretended to be stunned for a moment, then his thoughts seemed to return to normal.

Vereesa and the others weren't far away. In fact, they had moved to within 200 meters of Duke after the Lordaeron people began their assault. They quickly reached Duke's side.

Even though it was just a breath's distance away, Vereesa seemed incredibly excited. She almost immediately asked with great concern, "Duke! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, what about you?" Duke smiled in reply.

"I... I'm fine too." For some reason, looking at Duke's gentle and confident smile, Vereesa felt a flutter in her heart.

This feeling grew even clearer with Duke's next words.

"No, you're not fine, you seem to have lost some weight."

Her heart pounded, and her hands, which had always been steady, began to tremble. Vereesa bit her lip, her cheeks and neck turning a faint red: "You... don't worry about me, are you really okay?"

"I was in trouble..." Duke started, making Vereesa's heart skip a beat, only for Duke to continue: "But after seeing you, everything's fine."

"You... you... you..." Even if Vereesa had thick skin, Duke's teasing would have made her crumble. And Vereesa was never one to have thick skin.

Vereesa was the first to reach Duke, and the others were just climbing up the slope.

Duke smiled and turned gracefully: "Alright, the best singers always come on stage last. We shouldn't waste this precious opportunity to make an entrance!"

The team was ready, let's go!

Everyone could feel Duke overflowing with confidence. No one knew where it came from, but everyone believed in it.

"I'll go first!" Gavinrad, for once not playing the spectator, took out his shield and one-handed hammer, ready to lead the way into the dark cave.

"No need, we won't have any enemies before we meet the little red dragon."

What! We have to fight red dragons!?

Except for Marian, the other three were all taken aback.

Damn it, why were the Red Dragonflight listening to the Horde's commands?

Gavinrad cursed the Horde but didn't try to persuade Duke. He knew his place, he was just a worker. Do the job well, and there would be rewards. Besides, he was quite content with his current situation.

The group followed Duke through the dark, narrow, and winding tunnel. After about four or five minutes, the path suddenly widened.

It was a vast funnel-shaped cave.

Just as they reached a more open area, a sudden change occurred in the darkness ahead.

Where Vereesa's "Dark Vision" had shown nothing, a black curtain seemed to fall, and two enormous golden vertical pupils appeared before them, terrifyingly large.

Long, sharp fangs gleamed menacingly in the dark.

A dragon!

A red dragon, at least a young one, that had hidden itself using dragon magic!

It had deceived not only Duke and Vereesa but even Marian.

A powerful illusion with no magical fluctuation had ensnared the entire five-person team.

It laughed, somewhat slyly, as if mocking the humans and elves for their foolishness and rejoicing in its success.

Everyone could foresee that within two or three seconds, the entire vast dark space would be covered by the red dragon's blazing breath.

Gavinrad, Marian, Ronin, Vereesa—they all instinctively prepared their defenses.

Just then, an invisible aura around Duke suddenly expanded.

A sense of overwhelming presence, a swagger, was released by him.

At the same time, something was thrown from his left hand. That thing had obviously come from a large spatial storage bag. As it left the storage space, it suddenly became incredibly large.

In just a second, everyone, and even the dragon on the opposite side, saw what it was.

It was... the ferocious head of Gizrul, the most formidable of the third generation red dragons.