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"Undead!"
The red dragon Alexstrasza, who hurriedly arrived with the red dragon army, felt numb when he saw the army that was full of strong breath of death.
This creature reminded her of some unknown transformation ritual, a ritual that had left a deep impression on her throughout her long life.
Val'kyr!
The Titan Guardian's evil creation!
The moment she saw these creatures, she almost thought that the bound Titan Guardian had broken free from his prison, but the next moment, she shook her head and denied this possibility.
It was just a momentary surprise before, but after careful observation and feeling now, Alexstrasza, who was extremely sensitive to life and death, still keenly discovered the difference between the two.
At least, the Val'kyr created by the Titan Guardian were primarily female, but the undead army before them was diverse, even including groups of exotic beasts.
Another difference is the strength.
Although the undead power in this army is so strong that it is uncomfortably strong, it is still quite different from creatures like ghosts and shadows.
But before she could think about it any further, she saw a female warrior in dark green military uniform standing on the head of a giant wolf, rushing towards her.
Alexstrasza flapped her wings to raise her body a distance, and then a stream of dragon breath spurted out from above, directly covering the giant wolf's head and face.
Although she hadn't fought in a long time, the various wars she had participated in throughout her life still made her understand where her strengths lay. With the invading army boundless, she didn't have time for close combat with the undead giant wolf and the female warrior.
After all, according to her memory, the undead were immortal and extremely difficult to deal with. Alexstrasza didn't have time to be held back.
A sea of fire erupted like a wave, and the scorching heat of the dragon's breath instantly destroyed the undead army charging in the front. Even the giant wolf writhed and struggled in the flames of the dragon's breath, as if trying to extinguish the uncomfortable flames by rubbing against the ground. But its actions were naturally meaningless.
The strike was successful, and just as Alexstrasza and the red dragon were about to pursue the enemy, her senses suddenly gave her a frantic warning. She subconsciously flapped her wings and tumbled through the sky in a steep arc. However, the warning followed her like a shadow, not fading with her movements, but becoming even stronger.
A piercing, sharp whistling sound reached Alexstrasza's ears from below. Magical spears, imbued with a strong aura of death, precisely pierced her wings, two of which pierced her abdomen directly. A dragon's powerful body and naturally fortified scales proved useless against these weapons, though not entirely impotent.
The spear broke through the dragon scales, pierced into Alexstrasza's body, and finally got stuck in the dragon's powerful muscle fibers.
Alexstrasza screamed as she was struck down from the sky by this sudden and continuous attack, crashing like a meteorite into the undead army below. Her massive body rolled across the ground, leaving a circle of empty space. Many undead warriors were shattered by the impact and crushing, suffering the consequences.
However, the empty space was soon filled by more undead warriors, who, not knowing what fear was, launched a fierce attack on Alexstrasza.
Alexstrasza felt a deathly force infiltrate her body through the spear, corroding and infecting her inner being, attempting to transform her into an undead creature. Though this transformation was doomed to failure, it weighed heavily on her heart. However, the situation on the battlefield left no room for reflection. Those pesky undead soldiers were already crawling all over her body, some of which could not harm her, even attacking her wounds.
Alexstrasza roared angrily and exhaled another breath of dragon breath. The strong dragon breath moved with the movement of the dragon head, clearing out a partition area burning with dragon flames in front and behind her.
Then, without caring whether it looked ugly or not, Alexstrasza rolled on the ground where the dragon flames were still burning, threw away the undead warriors on her body, and bathed herself in the burning dragon flames.
She used her dragon claws to pull out the plastic spears on her body. Under the powerful physique of the guardian dragon, Alexstrasza's body quickly recovered to normal. She flapped her wings again, and the strong wind pressure lowered the dragon flames that were still burning on the ground.
A long rope was thrown from a distance and wrapped around Alexstrasza's dragon head several times. The rich and powerful aura of death on it, which was exactly the same as those spears, made Alexstrasza recognize the owner of the rope at the first time.
The female warrior who stood on the head of a giant undead wolf and charged towards her!
At this moment, the Red Dragon Legion finally woke up from the ever-changing battlefield. Some Red Dragons, under the cover of their companions, broke free from the entanglement of the undead below, circled around, and rushed towards their queen, flapping their wings. It seemed that they wanted to rescue their queen.
However, at this moment, Hela had quickly approached Alexstrasza through the rope. Although there was a huge difference in size between the two, from a visual point of view, it was like a dwarf charging and challenging a giant, but neither Hela nor Alexstrasza cared about this.
Being big can certainly be an advantage, but it can also be a disadvantage.
For example, Hela, relying on her small size, agility, and immense strength, could repeatedly inflict hideous wounds on Alexstrasza, leaving her flesh tumbling with blood. Her energy-molded weapons rivaled even divine artifacts in sharpness and hardness, and could spontaneously adjust their properties as needed. Especially with her death energy, which was extremely incompatible with her, every wound she inflicted felt contaminated and excruciatingly painful.
The dragon's defenses were completely insignificant in the eyes of the other party.
The fastest red dragon rushed forward to kill Hela for his queen, but Hela cleverly rolled over and turned around, hooked her with a rope, and jumped on her body. She then stabbed a two-meter-long black sword into the opponent's head with ease, under the gazes of many red dragons with bloodshot eyes.
After a massive amount of death force was injected into the sword, the unfortunate red dragon howled and erupted in black flames of death. The breath of life quickly disappeared from its body, and death quickly approached.
The whole process was so quick and smooth that even the red dragon queen Alexstrasza beside her didn't have time to give warnings or help. A red dragon died at the hands of Hela, and was also contaminated by the power of death and forcibly transformed into an undead creature.
Hela's behavior was like stirring up a hornet's nest. Many red dragons who saw this scene wanted to pounce with anger in their eyes, but were stopped by Alexstrasza's loud shouting.
"Damn it!"
Alexstrasza sighed inwardly as she watched the figure standing atop the Necromancer's dragon, her gaze fixed on her. But the current situation didn't allow her to dwell on it. It seemed she was the only one capable of fighting this slippery female warrior.
She could tell from the other dragon's eyes and demeanor that if she dared to avoid the fight, he would charge into her red dragonflight and slaughter them. Alexstrasza doubted that if he let go, many of the red dragons she had targeted would escape unscathed.
As for the swap?
Looking at the fearless undead army below, no matter how many of these things are killed, what can be saved?
So after Alexstrasza ordered the Red Dragon Legion to cooperate with the Night Elves to find a way to close the space gate in the sky, she took the initiative to fight Hela.
She had seen clearly that as long as they could close the space gate, no matter how bad the current situation was, when the reinforcements arrived, they would be the winners.
What made Alexstrasza feel heavy-hearted was that she didn't know whether these invaders belonged to the Burning Legion or other extraterritorial forces eyeing this planet.
"Intruder, tell me your name! Where are you from!" Alexstrasza engaged the undead dragon carrying Hela in a fierce battle. With her strength and status, she certainly wouldn't have been bothered by a single undead dragon's attack, but Hela's attacks were something she had to dodge. So, even though she could easily tear the undead dragon apart, she chose not to get close, out of fear of Hela and grief over the red dragon's death.
"Are you the king of those flying reptiles? Submit to me! I need a powerful mount in this world. If you perform well enough, I can take you out of this world and see the vast universe!" Hela commanded Alexstrasza from a high position. It must be said that this world's Alexstrasza was very much to her liking.
"Dreaming!" Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, felt deeply humiliated. She angrily breathed a torrent of dragon breath at Hela, simultaneously unleashing powerful dragon magic. But she remained undeterred by her rage. Only a portion of her attack was directed at Hela, the rest pouring into the undead dragon beneath her.
She must gain advantage in the sky!
This sudden attack also successfully fulfilled its strategic purpose. The undead dragon was almost unable to dodge when it was swept by a large flame. The flames, imbued with life force, not only did not bring it warmth and comfort, but instead added fuel to the fire, igniting it violently. It plummeted downwards.
Hela jumped up immediately and threw the sword with the rope in her hand towards the Red Dragon Queen.
"I like you as my prey very much." Although Hela had no carrier, her nimble body relied on the elusive ropes and overwhelming plastic weapons to bite the Red Dragon Queen who wanted to distance herself from her.
"Dream on! I, the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza, will never surrender to any enemy even if I die!" Alexstrasza roared.
"I am good at training wild beasts. If you really don't want to surrender, then it is not impossible to transform you into a powerful undead dragon." Hela didn't care about Alexstrasza's roar. Those people who died at her hands, those countries that fell at her feet, those powerful races killed and conquered by her, which one of them was willing to kneel at her feet?
She only needs to use her own powerful strength to conquer everything! She is the master of the Nine Realms of the Underworld and the manipulator of the power of death. Those who are unwilling to submit will be obedient after becoming undead.
"Remember your master's name, Queen of Asgard and Helheim - Hela!" Hela declared as she cut off half of Alexstrasza's dragon horn with a sword.
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Kalecgos flapped his wings desperately, soaring high into the sky. Even though they knew how terrifying the Old Gods were, a single encounter with a weakened Old God had already caused them unbearable damage.
Several archmages of Dalaran rolled their eyes, their minds tainted and their souls warped. Their power to corrupt people was so brutal and despairing that it conflicted with Kalecgos's memories of the Old Gods.
Those ancient gods can indeed make life polluted and corrupted by the shadow, but that is more of a subtle control and influence. But what is this now?
You don't want to act anymore, right?
He forcibly controlled the minds of several archmages and planted corrupted shadow seeds in their souls, allowing them to clearly hear the whispers of the Old Gods at all times.
If Agatha hadn't reacted quickly, they would have been almost wiped out by the Fallen's attack from behind.
"Thank you, Mage Agatha. If it weren't for you..." Antonidas, the only mage in Dalaran who could still retain his consciousness, looked a little dazed. Today's blow to this old man was indeed a bit too big.
"I'm just being more cautious." Agatha's eyes flickered as she gazed at the Old Gods entwined around the Dragon Tower below. For her in another world, constant caution when practicing magic had become instinctive. They possessed a keen sense of dangerous energies.
After all, in another world, if you are a little careless, your soul and everything will no longer belong to you, and there will be no chance to start over.
Looking down, Agatha could still see the huge size of the ancient god even from a long distance, and she carefully felt the dangerous power that made her throbbing.
It seemed to be some kind of energy specifically targeting the soul and spirit, or at least that was its nature. This made her heart flutter. Mages like them, who had lived for hundreds of years and maintained their identity, and possessed extremely high levels of magical attainments, generally possessed unique skills.
Needless to say, Ancient One's skills are self-evident, but what she has tried her best to master is the ability to devour, possess, and utilize the energy of others.