Duke bared his teeth.
Gavinrad used to be such a good and law-abiding young man! When he was Duke's guard, he stood guard at the door, asked nothing that shouldn't be asked, and turned away any ignorant people who came.
But now that he has the divine sword...
The sea! It's full of waves!
At least that's what it looks like.
If Magni and Cairne have an absolutely violent aesthetic, Gavinrad is more like a technical one.
Most of the artifacts that have been released today are of gigantic size. Duke felt like dying just by weighing it. Although Thunder Fury Blessed Sword of Windseeker is not as exaggerated as Ashebringer, it is definitely a two-handed giant sword that a normal person cannot lift with one hand.
But Gavinrad can dance the wind sword like a windmill.
Turn left and right!
Because it was swung so fast, it looked like it was waving a huge soft whip instead of a giant thunder sword that looked like a fork.
"Swish, swish, swish!" All that sounded in my ears was the terrible sound of breaking wind.
"Ziz, ziz, ziz!" The sound of electric current was like millions of lightning snakes dancing wildly.
The sound of wind and thunder filled everyone's eardrums!
No one noticed that a faint red aura permeated the surroundings. It was the Red Dragon Essence of Valastrasz. The ancient red dragon that sought self-destruction after its fall nourished its "enemy" in this way!
His mind was confused, but his heart still yearned for light. In the part of him that could control himself, he still tried to find ways to help these 'invaders'.
He attacked every mortal frantically, but at the same time he longed for this small team of mortals to really create a miracle and give him an end to his corruption, even if that meant the end of his life.
"Whoosh!" Another circle of blazing flames spread across the red dragon's huge body. If there was anything with a weaker resistance to flames, it would probably have been turned into charcoal in the blink of an eye.
Duke raised his hand, and a wall of fire suddenly blocked the red dragon's Fire Nova. He absorbed the red dragon's flames at a higher temperature.
But the horror of Valastrasz never lies in the itchy flame, but in the burning stimulation!
"Ah!" Calia suddenly found herself engulfed in flames.
The flames did not burn her body, but stimulated her, and a strong sense of excitement rose in her heart. She suddenly found that not only did she have almost inexhaustible magic power under the nourishment of the red dragon's essence, but all her healing magic that required casting time became instant, as if she had learned all the super magic expertise in this area in an instant.
"Duke! I…"
"Focus on healing for fifteen seconds, then leave it to me!" Calia found that Duke had a sullen face.
Duke is certainly worried.
This is because, in the original history, all those who were hit by Burning Stimulation would first suffer crazy damage for fifteen seconds, and then no more than 20 seconds at most. The excess red dragon magic in the body would exceed the limit that the human body could withstand, causing the person to explode and die.
Not only will the victim die, but even all teammates will be killed when the self-destruction occurs.
If Duke hadn't seized Ragnaros's divinity, he would never have fought the fallen Vaelastrasz in this way. Perhaps he would have taken a gamble and let Onyxia and the red dragon fight each other.
But on the one hand, Duke always felt that Nefarian would do something bad to Onyxia, and on the other hand, after seizing the divinity of fire, Duke had a deeper understanding of his own magic control.
If Duke's control over fire before was limited to every flame, now that Duke has the divinity of fire, his control can even be as precise as every molecule, and he can adjust the direction of every high-temperature energy pulse.
Calia cast the spell nervously, but the terrifying and uneasy feeling as if her body was equipped with a time bomb filled her heart more and more.
She was still able to cast spells without any confusion, purely because of her absolute trust in Duke: Duke said to leave it to him, so leave it to him! If it weren't for him, I would have been dead fifteen years ago!
For some reason, it was easier to recall the past at such times. Calia suddenly thought of the ice rose Duke gave her, Duke's brazen "marriage robbery", the ten years of freedom he gave her, and...
At some point, Calia's eyes were already filled with tears, almost bursting out.
"Duke, I really have no regrets."
"Huh!?" Duke didn't have time to care about Calia's girlish heart. His pair of hot big hands were directly placed on Calia's vest.
He was using his super elemental control to almost half-heartedly control Calia's magic circuits.
Where? Where!? Where on earth is it?
Duke firmly believed that there would be no self-explosion without reason. Whether it was Red Dragon Essence or Burning Stimulation, it must be that Valastrasz was affecting the human body in some way, and eventually caused the tragedy by overloading the human body.
Duke scanned Calia's body in various ways and at various angles hundreds of times a second.
Where?
Where?
Where is it?
Duke felt that his eyes had turned into a B-ultrasound machine, seeing through and focusing on every detail in Calia's body.
Calia cooperated with Duke's search, her whole body trembling. She stopped all spellcasting and leaned back almost dislocated, relying entirely on Duke's hands to keep her body standing.
Where? What is the key?
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Duke's forehead.
Suddenly, Duke made a discovery!
"Hah!" Duke shouted softly, and then he pushed Calia hard, almost pushing her forward.
The effect is obvious.
Everyone could see that blood seemed to seep out of Calia's chest, and a fireball the size of a baby's fist shot out with a bang.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise.
It was a terrifying explosion formed by the purest fire element.
"Damn it! Is it because the concentration of fire element is too high that the human body is turned into a large fire element door?" Duke muttered.
At this time, Duke hugged Calia in a standard princess hug posture, and the princess was breathing heavily.
She knew her own body best. It was obvious that she had just been lingering at the gate of hell, and it was Duke who pulled her back with all his might.
"Duke! I believe in you... forever..." Calia smiled.
Suddenly, Gavinrad screamed: "Boss! Boss! I got hit by that thing too!? Do I have to be carried like a princess by you to survive?"
"…"
Eighteen seconds later, Duke kicked Gavinrad so hard that he fell to the ground, and then a ball of fire popped out and exploded.
"Ah——" The fallen Valastrasz's eyes turned red, and a layer of scarlet blood mist covered the originally yellow vertical pupils.
Before the fire accumulated in Gavinrad's body erupted, his target of attack had always been Gavinrad. However, after the outbreak, he seemed to have suddenly lost interest in this golden paladin who used the power of wind and thunder to cause him serious damage.
No matter how bravely Gavinrad fought, how coquettishly, or how he taunted, the red dragonbird ignored Gavinrad and directly chose its favorite target to attack.
"Ah——" Vanessa, who had been waving her daggers easily and wantonly near the dragon's belly, causing a lot of damage to Valastrasz, suddenly found that the dragon was looking back. Staring at by the pair of eyes full of madness, Vanessa was almost scared to death, and subconsciously forced herself to become invisible, forcibly disappearing from the dragon's sight and perception.
"What are you looking at!? Big lizard!" At this critical moment, Lord Hou stepped forward. Grom jumped unreasonably high, and the leap at the cost of burning anger actually allowed him to instantly cross a height of 30 meters and fly directly to the top wall of the hall.
Grom performed an unexpectedly agile somersault in the air, standing upside down with his legs pressed against the ceiling like springs, and finally used the force to rebound to the ground like a spring.
Roar Lord's full-strength attack has the power to kill an Abyss Lord, not to mention that the Red Dragon Essence also gives him extraordinary anger energy.
The terrifying crimson light of Gorehowl actually overwhelmed the brilliance of the Red Dragon Essence that the red dragon spread in the air.
"boom--"
The huge impact force produced a violent power like a tactical nuclear bomb. Even the red dragon, whose body was strengthened by the power of corruption, still could not withstand this blow.
"Ahhhh!" Valastrasz let out a very anthropomorphic scream.
Anyone could see that there was an axe mark deep enough to see the bone above his outstretched left dragon claw.
The hard dragon scales, the tough dragon skin, and the strong dragon flesh were all unable to withstand this attack.
"Hah—" Tirion Fordring, who had been behaving well since the start of the war, suddenly attacked.
If the Ashbringer in Mograine's hand is a sun that illuminates the entire earth in all directions and leaves no place for evil to hide, then Tirion's interpretation of the Ashbringer is to use the best steel on the blade.
Tirion is already recognized as the number one in the Holy Light. This is not a false praise, but a very real ranking.
Saidan is more like a pure warrior, and his research on martial arts is even deeper than the Holy Light.
Gavinrad's talent selection was wrong, and he is now more like a thunder warrior than a paladin.
Turalyon's Holy Light was the weakest among the Five Silver Saints from the very beginning, because his expertise was in commanding large armies. If he had not inherited Lothar's Quel'Zalamm, his combat power would probably only be ranked second-tier.
The purity and strength of Tirion's holy light far surpass those of the other three saints, but he still uses the holy light in his body in a stingy way.
Now, he uses direct performance to tell everyone why!
The dazzling holy light was long and beautiful. Tirion wielded the Ashbringer with ease, like a paper fan, lightly splitting the hall filled with scarlet atmosphere into two.
As the golden sword light fell, the space seemed to be strangely dislocated, and the fallen ancient red dragon moved, and a blood line emitting golden light appeared along the wounds on its shoulder and left claw, running across the entire claw.
The golden line continued to extend backwards, creating a dazzling golden ripple in the space, sweeping across this hall which was quite small for a dragon.
Wherever he passed, he saw rows of benches that should have been used by the wild orcs under Razorgore to sit on, broken in the middle. With a crisp "click" sound, the golden line swept across the west wall of the blazing hall. The straight and slanted black line on the wall expanded rapidly in a few seconds and turned into a bottomless ravine.
Time seemed to be frozen at that moment.
The huge dragon claw hung down limply, its muscles, tendons and bones having been completely severed, leaving only a small piece of tough dragon skin connecting it.
Valastrasz suddenly lost his balance and fell face down in the mud, looking extremely embarrassed.
The red dragon fell, and it was like delivering its fragile neck to the door like a dish. How could the heroes give up such an opportunity?
Gavinrad pounced first, with the divine sword he held high wrapped in blinding purple lightning. If the wind sword was replaced with a hammer at this moment, he would be Thor, the god of thunder.
There were flashes of lightning and thunder roars.
Gavinrad's full-strength attack directly hit the weakest connection between the dragon's neck and body.
"Wow--" As Valastrasz screamed, the dragon's long and flexible neck, as flexible as a snake, folded in half incredibly and bit Gavinrad as if it was a reflex.
Holy light rose, and Gavinrad became invincible. Even though the holy golden light protected him, the sharp dragon teeth still bit on the light shield, making waves of terrible sounds that made people's teeth ache.
Vereesa suddenly used Aiming and Shooting, and the arrow with maximum power shot into the dragon's jaw, blocking the red dragon for less than one tenth of a second before the powerful bite force was activated again.
If the invincibility period is over, Gavinrad will be finished!
"Boss! Boss! Do something quickly! Otherwise I'm going to die!" Gavinrad was so scared that he almost peed himself.
"Here it comes!"
Duke did what he said. He appeared on the dragon's back in a flash, holding a divine sword shining with fire and thunder, and stabbed it into the back of Valastrasz's neck along the horrible wound made by Gavinrad.
The spiral cone-like sword edge avoided the protrusion on the cervical vertebrae, pierced into the gap between the two vertebrae, and pierced the red dragon's cervical nerve.
"Zizi!" A strong electric current was transmitted along the red dragon's nerves to its entire body. The huge dragon body twitched immediately, and then its body stiffened.
A second later, Duke stood on the dragon's head and pressed it down with his magical palm.
Feeling Duke invading his spiritual world, the Red Dragon screamed in despair: "No! No! It's too late. My memory has been wiped out and half of my soul has been destroyed. I will only be a slave to the Black Dragon King! Give me up. I don't want my sins to become even more serious!"
"Haha! There is more than one Nefarian who is the so-called Black Dragon King!" Duke laughed and held up a platinum with only one fifth left.
"This is..." Valastrasz's pupils suddenly shrank because he felt the coercive force coming from above.
At the same time Duke smashed the platinum disc on the red dragon's forehead, the humanoid Nefarian sitting on the throne on the top floor of Blackrock Spire jumped up as if his butt was pricked.
He could clearly feel that he had lost control of the Fallen Red Dragon's soul. It was not because the other party died, but because a stronger and more powerful force had violently snatched control from him.
This is simply a slap in the face!
He knows what this is about
He called himself the King of Black Dragons, the supreme ruler of all black dragons, but now he was defeated by the remaining power of his father in the world.
Even though Duke was suspected of cutting corners, it still dealt a devastating blow to his self-confidence and arrogance.
His face turned blue and red, and his swollen face was covered with dark clouds.
Suddenly, a tempting and sinister voice broke into Nefarian's spiritual world uninvited.
"Hehe, it looks like you need help?"
"No! You have nothing to do here! Enzos." Nefarian said firmly: "I remember clearly that I did not call you!"
"Hehe! I just came to remind you that Onyxia, whom you regarded as a sacrifice, is not in your lair." N'Zoth sneered.
"But Duke is here!" Nefarian argued.
"Haha! I hope your toys can deal with this legendary human!" Enzos said without comment.
Nefarian's face flushed and his fists trembled.
On the other hand, when the Fallen Red Dragon fell, he encountered a result he had never imagined - Duke miraculously snatched his ownership from Nefarian.
"This… this… this is…" The violent dark power that caused his corruption was rapidly dissipating from his body.
His power beyond his own limits came at the cost of burning his life and soul.
As the dark power faded, the fanaticism and numbness were replaced by unimaginable pain in body, mind and soul. The sudden shock of terror was enough to destroy the sanity of most creatures.
As a powerful being who has retained a considerable degree of sanity even in the deepest dark depravity, Valastrasz's willpower is undoubtedly astounding.
However, no matter how brave he was, he could not imagine that he would ever be able to escape from the abyss.
Long's face was filled with shock and confusion.
Feeling that the giant dragon under his feet stopped struggling and twitching, Duke shouted: "Relax your will, do not resist, and recognize me as your master, otherwise Nefarian will still have a chance to take back your dominance."
Although I don't understand how Duke did it, given the relationship between Duke and his queen, obeying Duke is a million times better than obeying the evil Black Dragon King!
Vaelastrasz immediately did as he was told, allowing Duke's will to invade his soul and turn his mental world upside down.
He could clearly feel that the shameful slave marks imprinted in the deepest part of his soul were being rewritten, from a hideous black dragon head to a blue whirlwind.
He couldn't have known that this was a trick Duke used. Duke first used the scales of Neltharion in the Dragon Soul to simulate the authority of the Black Dragon King that was truly recognized by the world of Azeroth, covering Nefarian's authority. Then he asked Neltharion to transfer the ownership of Vaelastrasz to the owner of the platinum disc - Duke himself.
This series of tricks are all based on the fact that the arrogant Nefarian defined the owner of the highest authority as the 'Black Dragon King' instead of just writing his own name, Nefarian.
This is a loophole, and Duke is the only one in the world who can exploit it.
Duke heaved a sigh of relief when he finished all this within ten seconds, but it was not the end, because the battle was still going on. Duke turned around and said, "Calia, help Cairne, and the rest of you, help Magni!"
Everyone dispersed at once, each doing their own job.
On the ground, Valastrasz seemed to be still in a dream: "I am free? But... Alas - thank you, Edmund Duke, I will try my best to go to Dragonblight by myself."
Realizing his dire condition, Valastras no longer had any hope of surviving.
The violent dark power overdrew him too much, easily surpassing the limit that an ancient dragon could bear. Although he only had a broken claw and a stabbed cervical vertebra, he was actually almost an empty shell inside.
Beneath the shiny dragon scales and skin are the shriveled muscles that remain after excessive overdraft and exploitation.
At this moment, he was like a sick dragon that was so old that it could not move its legs.
"Huh? Is this the extent of the despair in your eyes?" Duke's sarcastic tone made Valastaz uncomfortable.
If Duke hadn't been the one who pulled him out of the dark abyss, he might have sprayed dragon breath in his face.
Just as he was about to say something, Duke continued, "I'm sorry, I've seen darker, more terrible despair in the War of the Ancients."
"You...you participated in the War of the Ancients!? Yes! You are that Duke!" As an old dragon who also participated in the brutal War of the Ancients, Valastrasz suddenly perked up.
"Others can't save you! It doesn't mean I can't save you!" Suddenly, a ball of emerald green light of life appeared in Duke's hand.
"This is..." The red dragon's vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
Of course he recognized what it was. It was the Life Blessing from his most beloved Queen!
With it, no matter how serious the injury is, even if you only have half a breath left, you can still become full of energy the next moment and revive on the spot!
His eyes suddenly revealed an endless desire to survive.
But the next moment, he became self-destructive again.
"No! Don't give me your majesty's treasure, I don't deserve it! I failed! Not only did I fail to monitor Nefarian, I even fell into his trap and slaughtered countless innocent people. I am guilty! I..."
"Snap!" The red dragon was slapped loudly by a palm made of huge arcane energy.
"That's enough! Do you really want to die like this and give the Scourge another bone dragon to command at will?"
Valastrasz was frightened by this terrible future, but he still hesitated: "But my soul is damaged, and my strength will never return to what it was before..."
Without caring about the opinion of this kind-hearted but strangely stubborn dragon, Duke directly pressed the Red Dragon Queen's Blessing of Life into his head.
"ah--"
As Shalong screamed, a powerful life force was injected into his broken body, repairing every wound in his body at a high speed. The blood vessels that were tortured by the violent force, the muscles that were bleeding everywhere, and the heart that was beginning to fail, everything was reactivated by this life energy.
"I…I…I…"
"That's enough! Stop talking to me! If you can't figure out what to do in the future, then go and be a mount for my woman!"
Duke is a big liar. He is really addicted to mounts.
Although Vaelastrasz is not as powerful as Onyxia, it can be clearly seen from the system scan that even with Alexstrasza's Blessing of Life, his combat power level can never return to the past, and his strength and health limits are permanently greatly reduced. But after all, he was a powerful ancient dragon before, and even a rotten ship can still be repaired. No matter how low he falls, it is not a problem for him to become a leader among adult dragons.
The only problem was that the system indicated that Valastrasz's soul seemed to be damaged, and he had lost the ability to cast spells and use the Ultimate Transfiguration. In other words, it was estimated that after he recovered from his injuries, he could only be a melee dragon and mount.
Duke sighed, you can't expect every dragon to be like Onyxia, who doesn't have to worry about being taken back after being tamed, and is capable and competent.
The four major dragonflights now have a boss. Without the boss's nod, the little dragons below cannot jump ship.
Young dragons and the like are useless unless they are used to provide large-scale equipment to the Alliance military. The powerful ancient dragons are the backbone of each major Dragonflight, they are very precious and will not be transferred unless necessary.
The only thing Duke could fool was an ancient dragon that had been in trouble.
Valastrasz was confused at first when Duke shamelessly asked him to be Duke's woman's mount. Then he thought, Duke already had the stronger Onyxia, and his subordinate rights fell into Duke's hands. Should he be made the second mount?
Vaelastrasz was a little disheartened at first, but now that he had lost his goal of "Dragon Life", he didn't know what to do, so he could only nod and say, "Thank you very much for giving me my queen's Blessing of Life. I very much agree with your proposal, but before that, I must go back to Wyrmrest Temple to report to His Majesty. I belong to the Red Dragonflight, and all major matters in the legion must be decided by His Majesty."
Duke nodded. "Go ahead. You'll only be a burden if you stay here. Give Alexstrasza my regards."
Valastras looked at his broken but beginning to repair dragon claw, and smiled helplessly: "Thank you for your understanding. But I will only use the Blessing of Life for a while, and now I will return it to you..."
"No need!" Duke interrupted the red dragon: "I was about to give up this blessing, it's just right for you."
Duke was telling the truth.
Alexstrasza's blessing was good, but it was no longer suitable for Duke now. After gaining the divinity of fire and wind, Duke was on the path of the gods, heading towards his own goal. Perhaps in the future Duke would have the characteristics of multiple systems, but Duke knew that these would definitely not include the life system in the natural system.
A wizard who creates destruction with fire, frost, arcane, wind and thunder is destined to be incompatible with the life system that restores all things.
Transferring the blessings now is purely a favor.
The red dragon hesitated for a while, and finally said: "In fact, I know there is a one-way road to leave Blackwing Lair..."
"You go first! We'll deal with Nefarian before we go out."
During the days of being corrupted and enslaved, the red dragon knew very well how terrible the evil was in Nefarian's lair. Vaelastrasz was convinced by mortal heroes like Duke who fought to eliminate evil.
He stopped trying to persuade, bowed deeply to Duke, and then walked out like a real three-legged cat, dragging his broken claws and Skarred body.
After dealing with the red dragon, Duke looked around and found that the situation was much better than he had imagined.
"Die! Die--" Old Bull Cairne continued to confront Lashlayer. With the blessing of the ancestral soul, the thick totem pole became harder than a steel pole, and it hit Lashlayer's blade without flinching.
The two sides were originally at the same level of strength, but Cairne had the bonus of equipment at the level of Mount Hyjal, and he actually surpassed Lashlayer in absolute strength. The seemingly Mars-to-Earth collision often ended with Lashlayer retreating even more.
After fighting Archimonde and Ragnaros, Cairne is now more adept at dealing with giant monsters.
After Duke just pointed out to Cairne what "four ounces to move a thousand pounds" meant, the old bull actually understood a lot on his own.
The huge double-headed blade came crashing down on his head. The old bull moved the totem pole to the right, even lifting the middle of the pole slightly to block the other end of the double-headed blade. Then he used his freed left hand to punch Lashrel hard.
When Duke and his team were dealing with the Fallen Red Dragon, it was clear that Old Bull had beaten Lashlayer a lot. It was clear that one of the horns of the third Blackwing had been broken by Old Bull, and his right eye was swollen like a bun.
Duke was stunned by this.
When I thought about it carefully, I found that this was indeed the case.
To be fair, the third boss's Lashlayer is not that strong. He is just a guard dog that relies on terrain. Apart from the powerful traps in the hall he guards, he is at best a powerful elite monster with a little more health.
If it was just Old Bull, he might be exhausted to death because his vitality was not as strong as the opponent's. But with Calia, the situation was completely different.
Duke looked at Calia, who was as beautiful as ever, swaying her graceful figure, waving her staff, standing at an angle where she could see Cain but Lachrel could not see her, rhythmically adding blood to Cain, and Duke suddenly felt relieved.
He walked over gently and patted Calia's butt, causing the Queen of Lordaeron to let out a coquettish exclamation.
"Watch out Old Bull, I'll leave this No. 3 leader to you two. Yes, Cairne is thick-skinned and tough, if anything goes wrong you can leave Cairne behind and run away by yourself. That guy's legs are longer than yours, so he can definitely run faster. Don't get hurt, or I'll take care of you tonight." Duke teased, making Calia blush.
After all, Calia was still new and was busy with her treatment, so she didn't dare respond to her lover's teasing.
But the old cow blew his beard and glared: "Hey! Duke, you bastard, I heard it!"
Duke said without even turning his head: "If you can't deal with this guy named Lechler, then I lose!"
"snort!"
He hummed indeed, and the old cow felt very happy!
I defeated the enemy leader in a one-on-one duel! It seems Duke thinks highly of me!
Duke flashed over and came to Magni who was blocking the door.
It should be said that Magni is worthy of being the best warrior in the Alliance. He is already thick-skinned and tough, and the "God of Heaven" lasting at least five minutes is simply a bug.
Unless the boss is much higher in level than him, he can easily take on you single-handedly for ten minutes without any support.
It's just that Duke wasn't there, so everyone was obviously playing a little chaotically.
The fourth and fifth brothers of Black Wing were quite annoyed. Before Duke came, they had a disagreement about which one to attack.
Since it was a choice between two, the other seven just randomly picked a black dragon to attack. Instinctively, they felt that the black dragon on the other side seemed to be able to stack fire damage, so they used Magni's huge body as a cover and rushed out to attack the black dragon that Vereesa had casually marked with a hunter mark.
It's correct to kill one first and then move on to the next one.
Unfortunately, they were not time travelers, and they did not know that one of the two bosses had a special skill Shadow of Ebonok that could heal itself by attacking a designated target.
As long as Ebonok is equipped with this skill and then attacked, the strange shadow curse can heal Ebonok's wounds. As a result, when Duke was dealing with Valastrasz, the seven people didn't lose any health at all.
Seeing this scene, Duke was very upset.
After he arrived, he gently patted Vereesa on the shoulder and said, "Vereesa! Don't bet with your sisters recently, or you might lose all your private money."
"Ah!?" Vereesa screamed.
Duke looked up and said loudly, "Change the target! Don't touch the dragon for now. Everyone should go out and attack the new target for no more than 30 seconds before hiding back and resting."
We are all veterans and have seen all kinds of strange enemy skills. Although we don't understand how powerful they are every time, as long as we do what Duke says, at least we won't suffer any losses.
Seeing an opportunity for the fourth brother, Filmer, to pounce, everyone attacked together.
There was a flash of sword and axe, and one of Filmer's claws was almost chopped off.
"Roar—" The adult black dragon roared angrily, and swung its head to blast everyone with Shadow Flame. The heroes who had been prepared shrank back and hid behind the hole in the wall. Filmer rushed towards the hole, but was hit back by Magni's hammer, and the whole dragon spun in the air.
The heroic group fought against two black dragons for several rounds.
Suddenly, a scream was heard from behind. Duke turned around and saw Cairne, covered in blood, rushing towards him with a dragon beast head with broken horns.
Cairne was clearly rushing forward with big strides, but Duke found that Cairne was very cunning. His big hooves didn't make much sound, and he was moving along the wall.
The ideas of the strong always coincide with each other.
"Shorty! Next time he comes over, don't hold on." Duke shouted, and Magni understood immediately.
As a main tank that carries monsters, Magni's biggest weakness is that he is too small. When he does not activate Avatar, it is easy for the boss to rush over and attack the ranged and healers in the back row.
Gods Descend to Earth is very physically and mentally demanding. Just because he can bear it doesn't mean it doesn't cost anything. While swinging the Hammer of the Flame Demon, Magni caught a glimpse of the cunning old cow.
In the next round, when Filmer rushed over with a roar, ready to charge the hole he was guarding again, the Dwarf King played a trick on the adult black dragon.
Filmer was surprised to find that the large silver dwarf who had been blocking the entrance of the cave and never took a step back suddenly disappeared.
No! It didn't disappear, it shrank!
Countless previous charges had ended with the dwarfs fighting them head-on with their war hammers. Who knew that the dwarfs would suddenly back down this time?
Filmer instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and immediately spread his wings and flapped forward in an attempt to stop his rush. But who knew that at the moment the dwarf shrank back to his original size, a golden paladin suddenly rushed out, wielding a huge sword that looked like a sharp fork.
wind!
It's a mess!
There was a sudden turbulence in the air.
The strong tornado seriously interfered with the Black Dragon's movements, causing its emergency braking in the air to fail.
Then, a wretched tauren suddenly jumped out from the side of the hole, and its huge and rough bull fingers placed on the tip of Filmer's flapping left wing.
"Come on! Come and play on the ground with me, Brother Niu!" Cairne actually had murderous intent when he said this.
For some reason, Duke sounds like a weird uncle who uses lollipops to trick a little girl into seeing goldfish.
Basically, several powerful warriors of the Alliance and the Horde all have Titan's Grip, which was originally intended to allow warriors to dual-wield two-handed weapons. This skill, which can greatly increase a warrior's arm strength and grip strength, can be learned through hard training, and the specific amount of bonus depends on personal talent and racial talent.
Obviously, the Tauren has the most abnormal bonus.
Cairne is the most crazy one among the tauren.
Duke clearly heard the "crackling" sound of the hollow bones in Filmer's dragon wings being crushed by the force.
"Ahhh——" Filmer screamed and struggled hard. Being dragged over forcibly made him think of many bad things.
Unfortunately, no matter how violent the little loli is, she can't match the strength of a real weird uncle.
Cairne shouted loudly and pulled Filmer down from mid-air with a move similar to a shoulder throw, and he fell to the ground in an M shape with his legs spread wide.
Well, it's not that it's not reserved, it's just that the old cow is too violent!
Filmer, who was lying on his back, almost instinctively struggled to turn over and get up, but the old cow shamelessly raised his hands high and viciously inserted the thick totem pole directly into Filmer's mouth full of fangs, reaching deep into his throat.
"Ugh, wu...ah——" Filmer let out a strange whimpering cry, and the aftermath of the Shadow Flame flowed from the corners of his mouth.
The scary old bull remained unmoved, and went straight up to bend and twist the head with force, rotating it almost 180 degrees like twisting a rope, and trying to make it 360 degrees, as if trying to tie a noose around Filmer's neck.
Dragons are not invertebrates. Although their necks are extremely flexible, like those of snakes, in fact, because each cervical vertebra has a limited rotation range, dragons cannot truly rotate their necks 360 degrees on the spot.
If you twist it forcefully, the end result will be a broken cervical vertebrae and a twisted trachea.
Filmer tried in a very awkward manner to flip over and rotate his huge body to overcome the twist in his neck, while at the same time he stretched out his claws as hard as he could to try to catch Cairne who was holding his neck.
The result... can't reach!
Originally, it should not have lost to a tauren in strength, but somehow, the moment it passed through the hole, it seemed that some mysterious force greatly weakened it.
Filmore thought it was his own illusion, until it chopped Ebonok and followed him. It wanted to use Shadowflame to save him, but the damn dwarf grew bigger again and jumped directly onto the dragon's body and beat him up. Only then did it realize that something was really wrong!
It was a terrifying force that struck deep into his soul.
Just as ordinary creatures would tremble in fear when faced with the terrifying might of a dragon, Filmer could not resist the ruling will of the Black Dragon King.
No!
This willpower is more terrifying than the current black dragon king Nefarian, and it makes it tremble even more, because it comes from the black dragon ancestor Deathwing Nefarian who is superior to Nefarian.
In the corner of his eye, as if by a glimpse, Filmer saw the sneering Duke, holding high in his hand a platinum cake with only one-fifth of it left.
Neltharion tricked the four major dragonflights into injecting their souls and power, creating the Dragon Soul, which not only destroyed the annoying Burning Legion, but also laid the foundation for the black Dragonflight to dominate for thousands of years. This is a widely circulated beautiful story among the black dragons.
Every black dragon takes cunning and shamelessness as its motto.
When it saw the platinum pancake, it suddenly understood what it was.
Unfortunately, it was too late. There was a totem pole stuck in its throat and it couldn't even speak.
"No! Why?" Ebonock exclaimed.
Duke did nothing but lightly unleashed the power of Dragon's Fury, which was the most cruel and fatal blow to the two adult black dragons that had just been so arrogant.
"Dragon's Fury special effect three: Torture Black Dragon! Since Neltharion is the king of black dragons, the ancestor of all black dragons. Activating this special effect can directly torture the soul of any black dragonborn. The closer the distance, the purer the bloodline, and the greater the power."
Just based on this special effect, all the pure-blooded dragons in Blackwing Lair are nothing compared to Duke.
Tirion raised Ashbringer high and chopped it down fiercely. Filmore's neck was twisted into a knot, and it was in a state of one tenth of its original state. Even the taut dragon scales were stretched out because of the soul punishment. It was as if he had put his neck into the guillotine.
What Ashebringer does is to act as the beheading knife.
Dragon blood splattered everywhere.
The huge dragon head of Fermer, the fourth dragon of Blackwing Lair, was separated from his body.
Ebonok over there didn't last long either. Magni launched his full-strength attack, using the Hand of Ragnaros the Firelord to strike him in the chest. Vanessa next to him could clearly hear the crisp sound of a whole row of dragon ribs breaking. The golden flame penetrated directly into Ebonok's chest. One could imagine that the dragon's heart was probably turned to charcoal.
Gavinrad was still afraid that Ebonok would not die, so he thrust Thunderfury Blessed Sword of Windseeker fiercely into Ebonok's throat, and twisted it with all his might, almost cutting off Ebonok's head.
Looking at the frozen black dragon, Magni screamed, "Wait! Don't cut off the dragon's head! After I purify this guy's soul, I will put it in my trophy storage room in Ironforge as a collection."
"Hey! You all have spoils, don't I?" Gavinrad was unhappy.
At this moment, accompanied by an angry dragon roar from the depths of Blackwing Lair, a black dragon that was not much smaller in size than the previous two dragons soon appeared in front of everyone.
The sixth one, Flegel, was a black dragon with no special skills except the Fuhrer's Fury. After Vereesa used Concentrated Shot to suppress its violent state, it was just a food delivery.
"Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…"
In the small team of ten, almost everyone except Duke was breathing heavily.
It's very tiring, very hard, but also very happy.
The result of the continuous fighting is that six of the eight bosses in Blackwing Lair were defeated.
The red dragon was redeemed, and the rest all lay dead in front of him.
Gavinrad stuck the sharp tip of the wind sword into the ground, and half of the sword was sunken into the ground like a sharp weapon piercing tofu. Then he used it as a support and passed the ball with his entire back.
The lightning and thunder lingering on the wind sword are more like a beneficial supplement to the magic power in Gavinrad's body.
"Anything else? If so, come all over. Don't wait until I'm too tired to fall asleep before someone comes to touch me. I can't stand that." Gavinrad complained.
Duke shook his head and smiled. "There aren't many threats to us in Blackwing Lair. If the information Onyxia gave me is correct, the only ones left are the big dog Chromaggus and Nefarian."
"That's good!" Cairne lay on the ground in a very tasteless manner. He didn't have Magni's God in the Sky. Although the wounds he suffered could be healed by the stimulation of holy light, the blood lost could not be replenished in a short time. After lying for a while, he sat up, took out the food in the space bag, and began to eat and drink.
This is a doorless recess next to the hall where Valastras was originally located, but the view is good, so it is used as a temporary resting place.
Duke turned around and said, "Tirion, you are the least expensive among the people here, so you will be on duty for half the night."
Duke was confident in Sir Lafayette's work, and when he saw him nod, Duke didn't say anything further.
"Vanessa, the second half of the night is yours."
"Ah! Poor maid's life is a toil."
Duke ignored the complaints of the poor maid and began to concentrate on collecting things, not only the loot left by the six bosses, but also the Hourglass dropped by the monsters...
Just as Duke's small team began to rest, Nefarian in the top hall of Blackrock Spire had become restless.
If Duke had gathered all the powerful men in the world to attack Blackwing Lair with all their might, and killed his servants after a bloody battle with great effort, Nefarian might have sat on the throne with a playful attitude, waiting for the challenge from Duke and his party.
Duke cheated.
Of the six leaders, the wild Razorgore at the beginning was useless, and Duke used the Fragments of the Dragon Soul to deal with the other five leaders. Of course, in the eyes of other dragons, this was the anger of the four major dragonflights against the black Dragonflight - Dragon's Wrath.
Three adult black dragons whose strength was comparable to that of ancient dragons, plus a dragon beast with considerable strength, were beaten to death by a mere 10 mortals without even using 40% of their strength.
In the past, Nefarian deceived the four great dragonflights. Now the situation has changed, and it is time for the four great dragonflights to deceive his black Dragonflight.
Nefarian was terrified.
Duke probably used this thing when he subdued his sister Onyxia. This means that even if he claims to be the king of black dragons, he will not be spared when facing Duke.
In other words, as long as Duke could stand in front of him, his dream of becoming the Dragon King would be over.
Either surrender in humiliation and become a mount, or die unjustly in Blackrock Spire without even using half of your strength.
Escape?
This option does not exist for a proud king!
Nefarian's face turned pale. At this moment, the extremely familiar, cunning and sinister voice appeared in his mind again.
After Duke and his party rested, they advanced quickly in Blackwing Lair.
A brain-dead Blackwing Goblin technician?
The Hammer of the Fire Demon killed him with one blow.
A tall dragon beast rushes over with two swords?
First use Ashebringer to cut off its legs, and then use Hammer of the Fire Demon to kill it with one blow.
A large group of black dragonlets flying over?
The Wind Sword directly activated its special effects, causing a tornado that pulled all the baby dragons to the ground, and finally the gangsters rushed over... Well, there were a lot of dragon scales and dragon skins.
The further he advanced, the more uneasy Duke became.
It's so abnormal.
If it were another enemy, Duke might have thought about whether the other party was shivering under the bed in the deepest part of his lair.
That was Nefarian, the middle school science geek. In Duke's imagination, after Nefarian knew about the existence of Dragon's Fury, he should have launched a crazy attack on the ten of them at all costs to buy time.
Nefarian didn't make any additional arrangements, and all the defenses overlapped with the Blackwing Lair that Duke remembered he had visited countless times.
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!
Instead of rushing forward at high speed, Duke slowed down his advance.
Until the place where Chromaggus, who was supposed to be the seventh, was...
"Gone!?"
'Three natural gate gods, time plus ignition', this sentence was regarded as a nightmare legend among players at that time, which describes the disgustingness here.
The natural dragon beast, plus the extremely disgusting Time Passage skill of the old dog, still left a deep impression on Duke. If you don't destroy the group eight or ten times, you can't say that you have conquered Blackwing Lair.
Now the most disgusting boss in the entire Blackwing Lair besides Nefarian and the little red dragon disappeared for no reason. This could not but arouse Duke's vigilance.
"Haha! Most likely, that boastful black dragon is afraid of us dragon slayers!" Cairne patted his chest and laughed.
His laughter resonated with everyone.
A strong prey is always the most boastful military feat for a man. Not to mention the two chieftains of the Horde and Magni, even a paladin like Gavinrad, who should theoretically remain humble, couldn't help but cut off a dragon head and put it in his space bag to take back.
There was an atmosphere of overconfidence in the team. Duke was keenly aware of this and tried to dissuade everyone, but all he got was a verbal "be careful".
Cain walked in front carelessly carrying the totem pole, and Grom even tied his Gorehowl behind him with a strap. Gavinrad, the defender, carried the wind sword and whistled frivolously, following slowly.
Dragon's Fury has too much restraint on the Black Dragonflight.
So big that the heroes kind of lost their guard.
"If this were in an animation, this would be a death flag!" Duke said something that no one else could understand.
When Duke and his party passed the area where Chromaggus was originally located and found that the scenery in front of them had changed, Duke's face suddenly changed.
The original style of Blackwing Lair was bright, and even the lower level, where the light was dim, was full of torches. After passing through this area, the surrounding style suddenly changed to a scarlet color.
If it were any other situation, Duke might have thought that Nefarian had a sudden brain attack and wanted to change the decoration to change his mood.
But is now the time to start decorating?
And this was not a decoration at all. The breath of death was so strong that it almost became tangible and was blowing towards me.
Even when walking on the floor and looking at the blood-red background, everyone can clearly feel the traces of Nefarian's terrifying will coming from it.
The group of heroes immediately put away their nonchalant looks and looked serious.
Magni's loud voice was the first to sound: "Hey! Duke! Is this guy really Nefarian? Didn't you say before that he was not much different from Onyxia? Why does it feel like the big brother is several levels stronger than the little sister!"
The team advanced in a relatively tight formation. The top floor of Blackrock Spire, which should have been reached soon, now had a blood corridor.
On both sides of the 20-meter-wide steel corridor were blood pools that exuded a disgusting smell. Above the blood pools were various monster specimens.
They were sealed in huge transparent glass containers. Some of them had already lost their lives, while others were slapping the magic-reinforced walls in vain, wailing in despair.
There were some that Duke recognized, such as the giant lava worm that was probably from Molten Core.
Some of them are unrecognizable monsters.
Some of them look like human bodies and dragonmen sewn together, similar to the abominations of the Scourge. The only difference between them and the abominations is that they are still alive.
Duke's hand was suddenly held by a slightly trembling delicate little hand - it was Calia.
This Queen of Lordaeron, who was once nurtured as a flower in a greenhouse until she was eighteen years old, and who had been wandering around for another ten years, and had only recently embarked on the road of facing powerful enemies, now seemed to have all her combat experiences washed away, and she had turned back into that weak woman who was powerless to even fight a chicken.
Indeed, for a woman, such disgusting things are a bit beyond her psychological endurance.
Duke could only pat Calia's hand gently to comfort her.
"Duke..."
Duke knew what Calia wanted to ask: "This is beyond my imagination. Brothers, it is impossible to retreat. He has discovered us. Get ready to fight for your lives!"
The journey was half an hour, not long at all, and Duke and his party soon arrived at a sealed blood hall that was the size of two football fields.
Pools of blood plasma flowed down from the walls on both sides of the hall and flowed into blood troughs on both sides of the hall that seemed to have been made in advance.
Was it Nefarian's power, or was it the blood of many creatures he had killed for scientific research?
No one knows.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the man sitting on the bloody throne.
"Haha! I thought you had lost the courage to even come here?" The bearded man held his chin and said words that seemed provocative but were actually calm.
Duke stood out from the crowd and looked up into the eyes of the mysterious man. "Should I call you Victor Nefarios? Or Nefarian?"
The man smiled and said, "The name I used when I turned into a human form is just a code name. I still hope that you can call me Nefarian - the real black dragon king Nefarian of Doom!"
Duke's heartbeat almost stopped at this moment.
Although Duke had some premonition after seeing the previous scene, who knew that after getting confirmation from the other party, the shock still set off a storm in Duke's heart.
Duke just wanted to say - I bought a watch last year!
Nefarian's Blackwing Lair, the Blackwing Blood Ring of Nefarian's Doom.
Although these two combinations seem to be only slightly different, the difference between them is simply a world of difference. In the game, one is a level 60 copy and the other is a level 85 copy.
Considering Duke's average Mount Hyjal-level equipment, it's not even entry-level.
If Nefarian really transforms into Doom of Nefarian which was supposed to appear ten years later in history, then there is no need to fight and we can just surrender.
Duke's hands were shaking, and a large amount of data was pouring down on his retina. The system's warning sound kept beeping, and his eyes were filled with red warning words.
"Warning! An unknown protective shield has appeared on the humanoid Nefarian. It is estimated that there is an 82.21% chance that he will be immune to the power of Dragon's Fury."
"Warning! Warning! Nefarian's Doom is 88.11% consistent with the level 85 boss in the host's memory. If it is really this boss, the host's chance of being wiped out is 99.99%. The host is strongly advised to avoid it. At least leave its territory to have a chance of resurrection."
Duke, gasping and turning pale, knew he couldn't retreat.
At this moment, Duke's mind was full of various thoughts -
This is not a game.
If the team is wiped out, the essence of the Alliance will be gone at once, not to mention that there are still three women here!
I can be resurrected, but what about them?
Calm down, Duke! Calm down!
How could this happen?
Nefarian suddenly became stronger, needless to say it was all N'Zoth's doing. The question is, would N'Zoth be so lucky to die and upgrade Nefarian for free?
This is not an upgrade of 10% or 20%.
It's a direct triple jump, increasing the strength several times in one go!
Could it be that, during the Cataclysm in history, several Old Gods placed their bets on Nefarian, but now that Nefarian has been killed, they are turning their bets on Nefarian?
That shouldn't be now!
According to history, the imprisoned Old God C'Thun could not hold back and was the first to jump out and die. As the first Old God to go into battle bare-handed, C'Thun's performance was remarkable, but it was precisely because of C'Thun's failure that N'Zoth and other Old Gods bet on Deathwing Neltharion to start the Cataclysm.
Duke smelled a strong conspiracy!
But the best actor is the best actor. On the surface, Duke was cold and arrogant. He stretched out his right hand and pointed directly at the humanoid black dragon: "Huh? Nefarian, do you really think you are so important? Don't forget! How did your father die! Your sister is still riding on my crotch!"
Yeah, Duke has a good point, and this pretense is convincing.
Even Nefarian believed that Duke still didn't notice his enhancement and difference. But he didn't know that the finger Duke stretched out was two fingers.
The eyes of Duke's comrades beside him suddenly shrank.
Pointing at the enemy with your fingers, this is the signal agreed upon before entering Blackwing Lair: if you only raise one finger, then you can confront him directly without any discussion, and do whatever you want; if you point your index and middle fingers together, then things are serious, which means Duke estimates that the opponent is much stronger than him, and he needs to use a big move to delay time...
Unconsciously, everyone tightened their grip on their weapons.
Nefarian suddenly became interested. If he were still the same person as before, he would probably feel uneasy now. But now...
He decided to play a trick on this human who had brought endless disasters and failures to the Black Dragonflight.
He hated the four colored dragons of Wyrmrest Temple led by Alexstrasza, and he also hated Edmund Duke, who played an ignominious but extremely important role in the two ambushes.
Just arrest Duke and force him to call his sister, so as not to make it too easy for Duke.
"Haha! Hahaha! Interesting! I'll let you have a good taste of what despair is!" Nefarian slapped the armrest of the throne. Suddenly, a huge iron gate on the gate that Duke and the others came from fell down, blocking their retreat.
What a posture of closing the door, putting down the gate and letting the dogs out!
As Duke expected, a large number of dragon beasts with bared fangs and claws suddenly rushed out from the darkness through the doors that suddenly opened on both sides. There were only two colors, red and blue.
Duke's eyes immediately narrowed into a line.
"Leave it to me!" Duke's words stopped everyone who was about to meet them.
"Hmph!" Duke snorted coldly, and the operation of the magic circuits in his body was accelerated to the extreme.
I don't know how long it has been since I saw Duke's violent attack. Even when beating Ragnaros, Duke only concentrated his magic power and launched a phased firepower.
The 256 wizards' hands on each side set off a magical storm that seemed to split the world in half.
Ice on the left and fire on the right!
The ice spikes, as thick as human arms, easily pierced through the bodies of the red dragon beasts, knocking them flying, cutting off their limbs in mid-air, and even freezing their bodies and splattered flesh and blood in mid-air before they fell.
The fireball, which was as big as a water tank, easily blew away the body of the blue dragon beast, turning it into charcoal. It exploded in the air before it even took a few steps, and the charred limbs dissipated in the wind.
How many are produced, how many die!
Duke raised his chin slightly, with contempt on his face, and hooked his finger at Nefarian: "Come down! Otherwise, let us wait for a year or two, so that you can make more new toys before leaving."
With a "crack", Nefarian lost his composure and easily crushed the golden armrests on both sides of his throne, then stood up suddenly.
"Edmund Duke! You're going to regret provoking me!"
Under the gaze of all the powerful men, Nefarian's humanoid body began to grow rapidly. From a two-meter-tall human, he suddenly became a terrifying dragon over fifty meters long.
Everything was as expected. We were going to fight the Black Dragon King...
Wait! This color!?
"Boss, are you sure he is Onyxia's brother?" Gavinrad asked in a low voice.
Duke's pupils suddenly shrank.
The scene before him made Duke feel extremely strange.
If it is the original Nefarian, then he is undoubtedly a standard black dragon - black scales, white horns with a yellowish tint, orange-red lines between the scales, and a string of yellow barbs along the spine on his back.
Now, Nefarian in everyone's eyes had an overall strange color. Not only were his scales purple, but he also had a faint smell of death. He felt a bit like an undead, but also a bit unlike, because the breath that came out of his mouth still smelled of the fishy smell of living things.
What on earth is going on!?
At this moment, new data came from Duke's retinal system...
Using scanning to obtain enemy data has become an instinct Duke developed after his time travel.
The data fed back by the system AI made Duke feel a little annoyed, but he also saw some hope.
One second ago: "Warning! The enemy level is too high! Please escape as soon as possible!"
A second later: "Injecting Blackwing Lair boss Nefarian's data...data conflict!"
Huh! ?
Duke suddenly discovered that the color of Nefarian's dragon scales would change from time to time. Sometimes it was purple, sometimes it was black. Unfortunately, the timing of the change was difficult to grasp because there was too little data.
"System, record the color change pattern of Nefarian's dragon scales for me, and calculate its cycle as soon as possible."
If I'm not mistaken, Nefarian's power is not complete now!
When his power briefly drops back to the level of Blackwing Lair, that's his chance!!
Just as Duke was about to answer Gavinrad, Nefarian rushed over, and at this moment the dragon scales on his body were purple-blue.
"God has descended to earth——" Duke shouted hurriedly.
Magni understood on the spot, and his body grew rapidly. He raised his Fire Hammer high and slammed it hard into the dragon claw that Nefarian was hitting on the head.
"Bang!" A collision of power without any skill at all.
The winner was Nefarian, whose power was at its peak. Others could clearly see that Magni's gigantic silver body was being pressed down like a pillar.
Although it was not pressed into cookies, it looked almost the same.
Clearly aware that he could not kill this tough big dwarf warrior in one move, Nefarian suddenly stretched out his dragon head and bit Calia in the back row.
"Don't ignore me!" The Bull-Headed Chief strode forward, and the totem pole as thick as the pillar of a big house slammed over. The sharp sound of breaking wind alone was very scary.
Cairne's attack missed. As if it had expected that Cairne, the second tank, would come up, the dragon's neck, as flexible as a snake, tilted at the last moment and avoided the attack.
At this moment, the last move of the dragon's most terrifying three-combo melee attack came.
Following the inertia of the rush, Nefarian's huge body suddenly turned sideways, and the dragon tail that was more than 20 meters long was like an extremely huge meteor hammer, smashing hard towards the back row.
"Hah!" Gavinrad, holding the wind sword in his hand, suddenly charged forward, ready to withstand Nefarian's dragon mighty sweep.
But he missed.
The tail, which looked like a rake with six huge bone spurs, drew a strange wavy arc in front of Gavinrad, quickly and lightly dodged the Paladin's interception, and strangely swept across the middle row of Duke's team.
That's where the melee group is.
"Ah!" Vanessa screamed and used her super agility to do a gorgeous backflip and narrowly avoided it, but the remaining two guys in heavy armor were not so easy to avoid.
Tirion swung out Ashebringer, and a narrow and refined holy light turned into a blade of light and shot towards the dragon's tail.
Nefarian chose to take it head-on, but at the last moment, he smashed his tail at Grom.
"Hmph!" Grom jumped high.
No one foresaw that an unexpected situation occurred.
Suddenly, Grom was ridiculously frozen in mid-air, as if he was a photo taken by a camera, his whole body frozen in time.
His high leaping posture, his mouth wide open with his fangs visible, his bulging muscles, everything stopped.
Duke suddenly reacted and yelled, "Hourglass!"
Hourglass?
What hourglass?
Grom was stunned for half a second before he realized that this was the agreement they made when they fought Old Seven!
The only thing that can make a person suddenly stop in mid-air is the special skill Time Passage of Old Seven's big dog Chromaggus.
Caught off guard, and because he was not mentally prepared, Grom threw the Hourglass that could have saved him from his predicament into the deepest part of his bag.
Two huge wizard hands suddenly appeared beside him, trying to drag him aside.
Sorry, it's too late!
Nefarian has already taken a bite!
"Wow—" Blood splattered everywhere. In full view of everyone, Nefarian successfully broke through and bit off half of Grom's body in one bite.
Houye's entire left arm, left shoulder, and part of his left chest were all bitten to pieces.
His companions could even see that Grom's lungs were still moving through the bloody wound.
Grom fell down with a scream, forming a sharp contrast with Nefarian's eyes in mid-air, which were emitting a ferocious and murderous light.
In the first round, one of Duke's main players lost his combat effectiveness!
"Help!" Almost at the same time as Duke's exclamation, there were several Holy Light Flashes and Quick Healing Spells!
However, unless the Paladin sacrifices all of his magic power and uses Holy Healing to exhaust his energy, the healing effect of Holy Light on large pieces of limbs is quite limited.
not to mention!
Duke had already seen that a considerable part of Grom's soul had been devoured at that moment.
The loss of the soul is the most terrifying thing. Without the soul as a foundation, the body will not regard the missing part as a part of the body. This means that even if Grom has the recovery ability of a troll, he will not be able to grow back his left hand.
What happened next confirmed Duke's judgment. Even though several rays of holy light came together, everyone was still shocked to see that Grom's left chest had only begun to heal, and there was no sign of growing any limbs.
Grom rolled on the ground in pain, but he was so strong that even though he bit his lips until his mouth was full of blood, he did not utter a single sound.
"Hehehehe!" Nefarian succeeded in his attack, but actually retreated. He flapped his wings, and immediately a gust of wind was rolled up, and the entire dragon flew into the air.
Duke noticed that the Nefalon's scales had turned black, and the veins between the scales had turned red again.
Not only Nefarian, Chromaggus, who was supposed to be a strong melee fighter, also seemed to be scared and hid far away in the corner of the bloody hall, while a large group of dragon beasts rushed over. They wanted to use their blood and lives to exchange for their boss's precious breathing time.
"Shameless!" Vereesa shot repeatedly.
Duke and Ilucia also kept firing.
Unfortunately, they first had to deal with the madly rushing army of dragon beasts, and then the extra attacks could be fired at Nefarian who was wandering in the air. The result was that the damage caused to Nefarian was too low.
Gavinrad and Tirion tried to launch ranged attacks with artifacts, but the effect was not good. Nefarian just wandered around, concentrating on avoiding the attacks of artifacts and taking the others.
Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank - their weakness had been discovered, that is, there were too many melee professionals and too few ranged professionals.
About a minute later, Nefarian's dragon scales turned purple again.
Another three-hit combo from the dragon plus the big dog's Time Passage!
This time, Gavinrad's Mount Hyjal-level plate armor was completely blown up!
Nowadays, Paladin heroes are all powerful people who can fight, carry and heal others.
Although Gavinrad's strength ranked behind among the Five Silver Saints, his equipment was extremely gorgeous. He would definitely have a share of Paladin equipment in any major battle. He had gained a lot of combat experience along the way. Even so, he still fell into Nefarian's trap.
Nefarian's attack and defense attributes are greatly increased in the purple scale state, and he is unstoppable when combined with Chromaggus's most powerful and disgusting skill Time Passage. If Gavinrad had not activated the 12-second invincible Divine Shield at the last moment, Gavinrad would probably have been a corpse.
Gavinrad only had half of his armor left, and there were three deep scratches on the back of the armor, even his shirt was visible. In anger, Gavinrad simply broke off the breastplate that was about to fall off at any time. Now he had hand armor, leg armor, shoulder armor and belt, but no body armor, which looked very ridiculous.
"Boss--" Gavinrad shouted.
Duke's brows furrowed deeply, and suddenly, he made a decision: "Everyone focus on Chromaggus!"
You, Nefarian, can fly, but you can't let this two-headed core hound fly too, right?
But it was not so easy to kill Chromaggus. Without Nefarian, Chromaggus, who looked like a Molten Hound, would have been defeated by Duke and his team. Unfortunately, a more powerful black dragon king was watching them in the sky. Without sufficient restraint, the group would have been wiped out if Nefarian rushed over.
"But Grom..." Tirion hesitated.
If we want to attack with all our strength, it will be impossible to maintain the current all-round defensive formation, and the wounded in the formation will definitely be exposed.
"Don't care about me! There is no orc in the Horde who is afraid of death!" Grom clenched Gorehowl in his right hand and stood up suddenly.
He is old! He is injured! He is no longer the tribal god of war that the enemies fear!
but...
His bloodiness and bravery are so moving that others cannot help but be moved!
The general died in a hundred battles!
The warrior died on his horse's hide!
Perhaps, this is the best destination for a brave orc who has fought all his life.
"Good!" Cairne gave a loud cheer, and with one pillar he knocked away several surrounding dragon beasts, clearing the way for everyone.
"You guys go, leave the back guard to me and Vereesa!" After saying that, Duke suddenly hugged Vereesa from behind.
"Duke! You..." Suddenly, Duke's lower abdomen was pressed against her buttocks, and Vereesa was flustered. Although they have been an old couple for so many years, but on the battlefield, especially at this time... Vereesa was embarrassed.
"Idiot, don't think too much!" Duke spat at Vereesa lightly.
The next moment, Duke's left hand was on Vereesa's left hand, and his right hand was supporting her right arm. His evolved divine sword suddenly appeared on Vereesa's bowstring.
"This is..." Vereesa was a little stunned.
All around, Duke's magician hand kept blasting wave after wave of dragon beasts into pieces. In the distance, eight people had already rushed to Chromaggus, leaving only Duke and Vereesa at the end of the team.
Vereesa didn't understand what it meant to put such a heavy sword on the bowstring.
Even with the power of the Phoenix Sunfury Longbow in his hand, it is still impossible to shoot such a heavy sword.
"Believe me, when I say this sword is an arrow, it is an arrow!" Duke whispered to Vereesa. The feeling of his breath made Vereesa's sensitive ears itch.
Of course, Vereesa absolutely believed in Duke.
"Okay! If you say it is, then it is!" Vereesa bent the bow and pulled the string, holding the object that should be a sword with her right hand.
To her great surprise, when she pulled the string, the sword suddenly became much lighter.
The spiral cone-shaped sword unexpectedly became even more slender as she pulled it, and the weight seemed to disappear. No, it became as heavy as the arrows she used most. Not a cent more, not a cent less.
Vereesa was completely unable to understand this change, but it did not prevent her from feeling the terrifying power of wind and fire on the arrow.
Duke began to sigh in his heart. Damn it, he suddenly understood why the name of his own exclusive artifact sword was called Duke's Morality!
The system said: "Host, you have activated the mysterious special effect X of the artifact Duke's Morality. You can infinitely copy your artifact sword and change its form, but to make it powerful, you need to inject special power into it, such as the divine fire element, wind element, or magic element with your will. Warning! After injecting the host's humanity, the host's humanity will be reduced accordingly. If the person hit resists the host's power or will, the host has an 80% chance of recovering the host's humanity from the atmosphere."
Love is something that will throw your moral integrity out the window!
At this moment, Duke's heart was filled with tears——
"Vereesa, you aim and shoot, and I'll be responsible for making arrows!"
"good!"
The heroic female ranger hero has no idea that every arrow she shoots costs her lover what price she has to pay. She only knows to do her job well.
When it comes to long-range attacks, Vereesa's talent is much stronger than several melee masters.
That kind of prediction was god-level. Vereesa knew exactly how Nefarian would fly, what kind of evasive moves he could make, and even whether he would have a chance to make an emergency stop in mid-air.
She couldn't threaten Nefarian before because her attack power was too low.
Now with Duke's infinitely replicated spiral arrows, she almost instantly became the most terrifying dense firepower turret.
"Swish, swish, swish--" the terrible sound of breaking wind was heard continuously.
The arrows that could have been completely ignored suddenly became a powerful weapon.
Before this, every arrow shot by Vereesa, no matter how tricky the shooting angle was, could not penetrate Nefarian's dragon scales as long as it was not a direct hit. At most, it would pierce the dragon's skin but could not penetrate the muscles.
Now it was completely different. The attack that contained some divinity was exactly Nefarian's biggest nemesis. In the final analysis, the power he had now was only forcibly stimulated by N'Zoth's dark divinity. If Nefarian's own divinity was strong enough, he could have used it to resist this interference. Unfortunately, although he was born a demigod, he was not very good at using this power. As a result, Duke's divinity interfered with N'Zoth's divinity, making his body even more unstable.
"Ah ...