While Archmage Khadgar was facing a difficult choice, at the junction of Zangarmarsh and Gorgrond, in the temporary camp built by the draenei, Prophet Velen and Defender Maraad looked ugly.
Looking at the dozen or so charred corpses in front of him.
These are the best scouts of the draenei people. They were sent to Gorgrond two days ago to conduct reconnaissance. Now, they have brought back nightmare-like intelligence to their compatriots in the worst possible way.
"Those black dragons jumped down from the sky without any reason... Oh my god, my god, it's just a nightmare."
The one who survived was a female garrison. Her left arm had been scorched by dragon fire. If Maraad garrison hadn't realized that something was wrong and personally led a second team of scouts to search, she would have died long ago.
In the wilds of Gorgrond.
Those who can be selected as defenders are all the bravest warriors among the Draenei. But at this time, the female defender was trembling as she recalled the previous experience. Obviously, the nightmare-like scene broke her heart.
will.
The Prophet and the Grand Defender walked out of the camp. Maraad looked in the direction of Gorgrond and said to Velen with a gloomy face:
"Prophet, those black dragons built their lair in the south of Gorgrond, less than a day's journey from Zangarmarsh. We also found some black dragons carrying a huge number of dragon eggs. I asked the dwarf Kurdran
, according to the information he told me, once those dragon eggs hatch, Teledor will be directly exposed to the hunting range of those black dragons."
"That is to say, Tyrion did not deceive us..."
The prophet closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the current situation, and asked softly:
"Maraad, you have fought against them head-on. How effective are those black dragons?"
"If it is the elite defenders of the Hand of Argus, it may take 5-7 people to resist the attack of an adult black dragon head-on. If you want to defeat them, you may need 10 defenders to prepare an ambush in advance. After all, those black dragons can fly. This
It’s a very big advantage.”
The Grand Vindicator is a warrior with rich combat experience, and his judgment is undoubtedly very accurate. The strength of the huge Draenei cannot be compared to humans. The most elite Vindicators among them are all proficient in Holy Light combat skills.
A powerful paladin who can defeat two orc veterans alone.
"Um."
Viren's fingers turning the rosary stopped and he looked at Maraad and asked seriously:
"Maraad, my child, you are our most courageous warrior. Based on your knowledge, do you think it is necessary for us to join forces with Tyrion to fight against those black dragons?"
"Frankly speaking, Prophet, I can't trust those dead people!"
The blue tentacles on Maraad's chin moved, and he said in a deep voice:
"The reason they proposed to unite must be because the sudden appearance of the black dragon hindered their pace of conquering the world, but I have to say that expelling the black dragon can indeed prevent the Teledor gathering point from suffering heavy damage, and like that Tyrion
If we can abide by the peace agreement we made...it's not that we can't help them, our remaining people don't need so much land."
The grand garrison paused and said hesitantly:
"Furthermore, Prophet, Storm Fortress has never been repaired. We must stay in this world for a long time. Once the demons following us come to our door, those undead... they lack a sense of honor and lack light in their actions, but
Their huge numbers can indeed effectively contain the demon's attack. If there ever comes a day, maybe... they are our worthy allies."
Listening to Maraad's analysis, the prophet's eyes narrowed, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"No, Maraad, the fate of the draenei may not lie in Draenor... But what you said makes sense, provided that Tyrion Dawnblade is not a capricious oathbreaker.
, and his Dark Blade Knights must also have the courage to confront the devil head-on, we must figure this out!"
"This cooperation is a great opportunity...I decided to dispatch the demon-forbidden ship!"
The prophet made a decision, and the great defender's tail shook uneasily, but soon he understood the prophet's intention.
Directly dispatching the last secret weapon on the stage, on the one hand, it shows the sincerity of the draenei people to cooperate, and on the other hand, it shows the power of the draenei people, fulfilling their commitments and executing deterrence, killing two birds with one stone.
The prophet raised his head and looked at the empty sky above his head. The staff in his hand tapped on the ground.
"Romol, send us up!"
"buzz"
Two rays of blue light fell from the sky and enveloped the bodies of Prophet Velen and Grand Defender Maraad. The blue rays of light disappeared in a flash, and the figures of the Draenei also disappeared without a trace.
Although the Draenei call themselves exiles, they are a race that can escape across the stars. How could they not have some trump cards in their hands?
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"Have you considered it clearly? Archmage?"
The death knight spread his hands, looked at Khadgar in front of him, and said softly:
"Time waits for no one. My Mr. Khadgar, if you plan to keep playing riddles with me like this, I will have to find another way."
"After defeating Deathwing, the Skull of Gul'dan!"
Khadgar took a fierce step forward, grabbed Tyrion's collar, and almost roared:
"You have to give us that thing! We have to take it back to Azeroth!"
"Of course, what do I need it for?"
Tyrion's expression remained unchanged as he grabbed Khadgar's hands and easily removed the mage's rude hands from his collar. The latter felt like two cold iron pliers clasping his collar.
His wrist felt raw and painful.
The archmage suddenly pulled his hands out of the death knight's hands. He shook his hands and glared at Tyrion fiercely. Then he walked quickly to the edge of the hill. He took a deep breath, raised his hands, and faced
Aiming at the wings of death flying in the sky, the huge body of the fallen black dragon king was a terrible oppression to him. Maybe the dragon king only needed to wave his hand to crush him into powder.
But now I have to do it!
Khadgar frowned, violet magic wrapped around his body and rose. Medivh gave him part of the power before he died, but he couldn't control that power well, but he had to use magic hands at this time.
Lifting the steel plate behind Deathwing is not a process that requires fine magic control.
In fact, Magic Hand is a spell that any mage, even a magic apprentice, can use without any skills at all.
"Click"
The huge magic power was controlled by Khadgar, like an invisible big hand. At the moment when Deathwing swept across the sky and was about to pierce its claws into Gruul's heart, a huge force behind it
There was a hard push on the steel.
"Bang"
A crack was torn open at the connection between steel and flesh, and dragon's blood like magma spurted out from the crack, causing the Black Dragon King to let out an earth-shattering roar of pain. It immediately felt a fatal threat.
Let it leave behind the seriously injured Gruul, turn around and fly in the direction of Khadgar.
But the King of Gronn, the world's top predator in Draenor, keenly seized this opportunity!
Its body has been burned beyond recognition by the flames of Deathwing. Its abdomen has been torn apart by sharp dragon claws with deep visible bone scars, and the hard horniness on its back has been completely cracked by repeated beatings.
This giant beast is covered in its own blood, but the light in its single eye has never disappeared, and it is as dangerous as before.
No, it's more dangerous than before! This is a wounded beast.
"Ouch!"
Gruul roared and jumped up from the ground, grabbing the thick tail of Deathwing tightly. Its entire body was grabbed by the Black Dragon King and plowed on the ground, plowing out two deep holes.
Grooves and rocks from the earth continued to cover its body, causing Deathwing's movement towards Khadgar to stop in the air.
"Trash! Get out!"
Deathwing turned around and sprayed a hot dragon's breath on Gruul, but the King of Gronn refused to let go. Taking this opportunity, Khadgar once again mobilized the magic power in his body, gathered it into a magic hand, and fiercely
He grabbed onto the steel armor behind Deathwing, and then pulled it up crazily.
"Pa"
A whole piece of heavy diamond-shaped steel was lifted from the back of Deathwing. Amid the scorching dragon blood, the Black Dragon King's painful roar resounded throughout the world. It was not fatal for the elemental steel plate to be lifted. What happened next was fatal.
of everything.
Behind the black dragon is a ferocious crack that almost tears the body apart. It barely relies on the steel restraints behind it to keep its body intact. Now the first piece of source steel is lifted, and the result is the body that was suppressed in the body.
The terrifying thing, the blood-red, disgusting, weird, twisted, hot as magma-like flesh and blood tentacles crazily tore apart the dorsal fin of Death Wing, and appeared in the sky with a blood-splattered flesh and blood storm.
middle.
"Ouch! Pain! Death!"
The Black Dragon King once again felt a fatal crisis, and the only weakness in his body was discovered!
We can't let that person live!
He must die!
Deathwing's eyes became blood red, and its wings waved wildly. Under the threat of death, it even lifted Gruul's body into the sky, but this was exactly what the King of Gronn wanted, from death
In Wings' reaction, King Goron has realized something.
It let go of the dragon's tail, followed the direction of fall, and hit the back of Deathwing. The giant beast opened its claws, and the sharp black claws fiercely pierced into the back of Deathwing, along the hot steel edge,
Gruul roared and lifted the steel plate upwards.
"哐"
The second piece of elemental steel fell off. This was a fatal blow from the King of Gronn. Never underestimate the instinct of the top predator.
But that's not enough!
"Buzz"
Just as Deathwing rushed towards the place where Khadgar and Tyrion were, a violent space fluctuation lit up in the mid-air of Gorgrond. The next second, the last armed spaceship of the draenei was blocked.
The magic ship broke through the space and appeared under the sky.
The spaceship is not huge. It looks like a small boat suspended in the sky, but in fact that is just an illusion. This armed spacecraft is at least 150 meters long, 50 meters thick from top to bottom, and about 30 meters wide.
It has a weird shape, looking like a huge red gem, and the artificial hulls are built around the gem.
The moment it appeared, the top of the red gem shone with light, and the bodies of the black dragons behind Deathwing were forcibly imprisoned in the air. The next second, they were forcibly replaced by some kind of containment device and placed in the prison of this armed spacecraft.
.
At the hatch of the spaceship, Prophet Velen stood there leaning on his staff. He waved his left hand, and the bright holy light instantly formed a pillar of holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and then quickly closed in. Before the prophet
Between the shining runes on his forehead, huge, complex, and complicated sacred runes shone in the sky around Deathwing, like a closed space cage. At the moment it closed, it forcibly held the Deathwing.
The wings are imprisoned in this sky.
"Stop looking around! Keep pulling out that steel!"
Tyrion punched the sluggish Archmage in the back. This was the first time for Khadgar to see a real spaceship. Of course, he was attracted by the forbidden magic ship, but the next moment, Tyrion roughly
The movement brought him back to reality.
"Can't do it! I've run out of magic!"
The Archmage gasped and looked at the sky that was completely imprisoned by golden rune chains. Behind Deathwing, the figure of Gruul, King of Gronn, was also imprisoned. The movements of these two giant beasts were like
It's just as funny as Gruul riding Deathwing.
"Velan won't last long!"
The death knight pulled out a white skull from the armor and put it into Khadgar's hand: "Use this! Extract the energy and continue to dismantle it!"
"What's this?"
Curious baby Khadgar asked again. This time Tyrion stopped answering his question. Instead, he took a few steps forward and jumped off the cliff. The death raven waiting at the foot of the mountain quickly flew up and caught the fall.
The death knight quickly approached the imprisoned Deathwing, and Tyrion also called out the blood mage Severn of Auchindoun through the spiritual link.
"Seven, Deathwing is 50 meters directly above me. Use mine to convert the spatial coordinates and calculate the bombardment coordinates...quickly!"
On the hill, Khadgar held a white skull in his hand. He had never seen the Skull of Gul'dan, and he didn't know that what he was holding was the second Skull of Gul'dan, but the current situation
There was no room for him to hesitate anymore.
"Shua"
The dark green evil magic power was extracted by the archmage, and the violent magic power that was completely different from traditional arcane magic rushed out of Khadgar's body in an instant. The tearing pain in his body made Khadgar open his mouth and spit out
A mouthful of blood came out, but the power of the evil magic also caused the ground beneath his feet to crack in an instant.
Khadgar opened his left hand, aimed it at the Wings of Death in the sky, and waved the evil-enhanced version of his magical hand.
"Kakaka"
Three pieces of heavy source plasma armor were completely lifted in a row, and Deathwing was completely torn apart by the steel-confined dorsal fin. Seeing that Velen's confinement magic was about to disappear, the Death Knight gritted his teeth and gave the order.
"Seven, now!"
"Let our Mr. Presto experience... the "sincerity" from the Dark Blade Knights!"
The next second, whether it was the prophet Velen, the archmage Khadgar, or the death knight Tyrion who was guiding the coordinates, in the eyes of all onlookers, a dark green energy light cannon like a sharp sword tearing the world apart emerged from the tower.
Rado's direction suddenly flew out, like the hand of God erasing everything, and the sky of Gorgrond changed from a clear sky to a pitch-black night at this moment.
And the light that came next was the final boundary between day and night, and anything that stood in its way was completely annihilated.
That is the ruthless gaze of the Eye of Sargeras. Under this judgment...all things kneel down!
