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The ruins of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.
"You deserve to die!" Alexstrasza was in a state of disarray. Her powerful vitality ensured her survival, but Hela, who wielded the power of death and magic, was incompatible with her. This also meant that her wounds required even more energy to heal.
She could do this, but the red dragons under her command could not. Although dragons were an extremely powerful species on this planet, arguably one of the most powerful races, they were still unable to resist the boundless and difficult-to-kill undead soldiers.
After suffering losses, the red dragons of the Red Dragon Legion did not even dare to lower their altitude, for fear that they would be locked up by the dark lasso like their unfortunate companions, and then fall from the sky to the earth under the combined efforts of hordes of undead, and then be covered by the tide of undead.
To the red dragon in the sky, this scene looked like a vast army of army ants sweeping away all living things in their path. It was terrifying. So far, the red dragon army has lost nearly a quarter of its members.
But even the sky is not absolutely safe.
There were obviously special anti-aircraft troops in the army of undead. They rode on rotten magic ships, brandishing weapons and approaching the flying red dragons. Some of them even rode on winged undead Pegasus, soaring nimbly in the sky, pulling and fighting with them.
Often, twenty or thirty Undead Sky Knights working together can restrain or even hunt a red dragon. At this moment, these Undead Sky Knights are like the Undead army occupying the earth. They fly out from the light column of the wormhole and occupy the sky densely.
Amidst this tide of undead, the red dragons of the Red Dragon Legion were like reefs on the ocean, disappearing and disappearing. From time to time, a giant dragon, blood flowing, would fall from the sky. Soon, corroded by the overwhelming aura of death, they were forcibly transformed into undead dragons, flapping their wings and soaring into the sky, engaging in battle with their former companions.
Alexstrasza, the Dragon Queen, was filled with boundless rage, but Hela held her captive, preventing her from escaping. Her much smaller frame always managed to force her back at the perfect moment. Alexstrasza could hardly imagine herself being so confined, even to the point of being restricted.
"Is that all you can say? It seems you have even less patience than I thought." Hela remained calm in the face of Alexstrasza's curses and insults. As long as she wasn't forced to face her own relatives, who shared the same blood, she would be a qualified and cruel general, rational and wise.
Compared to her father Odin and her foolish brother Thor, Alexstrasza was not enough to make her emotions fluctuate to the point where she could not control them. Moreover, she was the one who had the upper hand in the situation.
Whether it was her battle with Alexstrasza or the war between the soldiers of both factions, Hela always had the upper hand. In this situation, no matter how harsh Alexstrasza's curses were, Hela would only regard them as the roar of a loser, not worth paying attention to.
In response to Hela, there was an overwhelming and intense dragon breath.
However, Hela dodged this sudden and powerful attack with ease, as if she had guessed it beforehand. Then, when Alexstrasza wanted to break through, she blocked her way just in time.
"Are you going to run away? No way! I've wasted so much time here with you. If I let you get away in the end, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to kill all those big red lizards." Hela stepped on the head of an undead dragon, smiled and said to Alexstrasza, who had stopped breathing dragon breath and was emitting sparks.
"You are indeed a demon." Alexstrasza's dragon eyes narrowed. Still no reinforcements arrived, including the long-overdue green dragonflight. Clearly, this reminded her that the battlefield might not be confined to this one location. The reinforcements she expected might have encountered problems that were difficult to resolve.
This frightened the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, and she became even more wary of Hela and the others. The power they possessed even reminded her of a being deep in her memory who was also named Hela and possessed the power of death.
But it was obvious that the Hela in front of him was not her.
And she should be wandering around a certain area of the ocean with her undead.
Alexstrasza was now worried about the dangers her other brothers and sisters faced. Would they be in the same difficult battle as she was facing? Would their opponents also be extremely powerful, possessing mutually restraining and unpleasant energies?
"I'm not a demon. Don't compare me to those filthy creatures." Hela retorted to the Red Dragon Queen in dissatisfaction. She didn't want to delay any longer. As long as the Red Dragon Queen was defeated, the war would be temporarily won. Her army would be able to advance further and occupy more territory.
Hela knew she wasn't the only one coming this time. She had earned this opportunity thanks to her current position and strength. If her adopted brother hadn't voluntarily withdrawn and given up his position, she probably wouldn't have been the one coming this time.
She felt she needed to prove herself to those who had oppressed her.
When it comes to sieges and conquering otherworlds, no one is more enthusiastic or skilled than her! She believes she's fought the Red Dragon Queen long enough to understand her every strength and combat technique. If it were her old self, this might have been a protracted battle, but the resources of the Time Administration have only given her a crazy increase in strength.
"How beautiful! What a pity!" Hela said, looking at the red dragon Alexstrasza. "Since you are so unwilling to submit to me, I can only kill you and transform you into a dead dragon. Although after the transformation, it will be difficult for the dead dragon to inherit your current power."
One energy-plastic sword after another, mixed with various weapons, spread out a sea of weapons in the sky. As Hela's voice fell, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was not given any time to respond. The dense and huge sea of weapons was like falling rain, blocking all of Alexstrasza's space to move.
Although it was a pity, once she made up her mind, Hela would no longer hesitate, but become decisive and ruthless.
While she needed to maintain species diversity, no one could blame her for exterminating the rebels, right? Could it be that the God King Odin could truly seal it again?
Alexstrasza immediately felt the pressure mount. Her powerful, nimble body and rapidly flapping wings drew ghostly arcs across the sky, unleashing a powerful gust of wind. Like dancing amidst a mountain of blades, Alexstrasza dodged numerous weapons. But even as she pushed herself to the limit, after this wave of attacks passed, her body was still riddled with energy-molded weapons. The dragon wings, used as shields and weapons, were like tattered rags, their hideous wounds dripping hot dragon blood. The red dragon Alexstrasza now looked bloodied and utterly miserable.
Under Hela's energy, the dragon's body and her own strength were greatly weakened. The sturdy dragon scales could not provide the strong protection they should have against those energy-shaped weapons.
If her vitality was not strong enough, the previous attack would have been enough to make her lose her combat effectiveness for a short period of time, instead of looking extremely miserable now, she actually did not suffer any fatal injuries.
But Alexstrasza also knew that if the enemy was serious and tried to kill her, the danger would be even greater! Her chances of survival would be infinitely reduced. But forcing her to surrender was absolutely impossible. She summoned her strength to heal her wounds, ready for a desperate fight, ready to bring the Red Dragonflight to its doom.
"That's a good look! I've seen it in many losers." Hela saw Alexstrasza's determination, but she didn't mind. She had seen that look too many times.
The determination was commendable, but the outcome would not have changed at all. Because if nothing unexpected happened, Alexstrasza and the others alone would not have had the slightest chance of a comeback.
She still likes mounts like Alexstrasza.
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The wind and snow were howling.
Malygos unleashed a deadly dragon's breath, and thanks to the weather conditions, it landed directly on Skarsa, who didn't dodge or avoid it. The soul-freezing chill and powerful magic were powerless against Skarsa's massive body.
To Skarsa, Malygos's frost-filled dragon breath and arcane magical energies couldn't even penetrate his surface scales. He was almost immune to all of Malygos's attacks.
The frost dragon's breath sprayed onto Skarsa, like a basin of water being poured into a lake, completely absorbed. As for the magical energy? Skarsa's dragon scales had possessed a powerful magical resistance for thousands of years.
The reason why Malygos can serve as a guard to guard Skarsa is not because Malygos is more powerful than Skarsa, but because this is Malygos's territory, and he and his blue dragons can operate in such extremely cold weather.
The two giant dragons flapped their wings and fought each other in the sky. At this moment, the dragon's body showed their danger and power to the fullest.
But compared to Skarsa, Malygos was clearly no match for her in melee combat. It was just that apart from close combat, Malygos had no other means to inflict damage on Skarsa.
A brutal and bloody fight took place in the sky. The spraying dragon blood mixed with wind and snow fell from the sky, splashing on the ground and immediately condensing into crystals similar to energy crystals.
Malygos was clearly struggling to withstand Skarsa's attacks, and from time to time, hideous, swirling wounds appeared on his body. His beautiful dragon scales were no match for Skarsa's teeth and claws.
Finally, with a wail from Malygos, his body began to fall from the sky, hitting the hard ice layer heavily. He wanted to stand up again from the ground, but the severe injuries on his body were unable to support him to do so.
The blue dragon Malygos fell to the ground dying. Skarsa, who was much larger and more dangerous than him, fell from the sky and stepped on him. He raised his head and let out a long dragon roar.
The sound waves shattered the wind and snow into fine flakes, which spread like mist in the air as the waves extended. It was like someone using a hard object to smash the raindrops in a heavy downpour, leaving a trail of mist.
As the dragon's roar weakened, the snow path was soon covered with heavy snow again.
At this moment on the battlefield, the Blue Dragon Legion has been defeated. After the Blue Dragon King Malygos fell, the remaining blue dragons either rushed forward angrily and squandered their last bit of strength, or flapped their wings and flew into the vast snow and began to escape.
A massive icy spike rose from the ground, its tip piercing Malygos's body. With the crackling of tiny icicles, the icy spikes sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain. In a brief moment, a peak hundreds of meters high appeared on the flat ice plain. And Malygos, pierced by the peak, was transformed into an ice sculpture, like amber.
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Stratholme.
Uther, whose weapons were shattered, used the broken hammer handle to support his body. His body was covered with dark white flames, and a thin holy light covered his surface, providing him with the only remaining protection.
The battle didn't last long, but to Uther, it felt like a century. He could no longer squeeze out the last ounce of Holy Light within him. The blazing white flames seared the backs of his unprotected hands, a pain more terrifying than any torture, a pain that burned directly into his soul, a pain that could drive him mad.
"Sign it." Mephisto took out the contract again and handed it to Uther, whose consciousness was already blurred by the pain. Uther was in a daze, forcing himself to maintain a little willpower. He could only feel a whisper deep in his soul, constantly speaking something, weakening his already limited willpower.
Blazing holy light enveloped Uther, the golden light and the azure flames colliding with each other, creating a subtle sound like melting ice and snow. Archbishop Alonsus, who was also in poor condition, bathed Uther in his holy light without reservation.
Despite prior speculation, after the actual battle, a crushing defeat still left them all devastated.
Mephisto dispersed the flames and looked at Uther and others with eyes full of anticipation.