In the sky of Gorgrond, a dark green magic vortex is slowly dissipating. It is like a black sun, hanging in the sky, greedily absorbing all the light, and the entire sky becomes dim.
, the strange clouds formed by the vibration of magic power are scattered and suspended in the sky, and this is just the aftermath of the energy dissipation.
The light that pierced everything just now was fleeting, but all the creatures present fell into a state of temporary blindness. The light gathered by the unimaginable huge magic power made everyone's eyes dim, and even their senses were temporarily stripped away.
In this case, the person who recovered the fastest was naturally the death knight who never relied on his senses for food. The vision in front of Tyrion became clear in the dimness. He moved his body and stood up from the scorched soil on the ground.
, the death knight looked back, and saw that the death raven that originally carried him into the sky was struggling in the soil behind him. Most of this poor guy's body was buried under the earth.
Obviously, the aftermath of the wave of energy piercing just now has completely changed the terrain nearby. The original wilderness has turned into a large depression on the ground. Even the draenei's magic-forbidden spaceship suspended in the sky has crashed into the ground.
He reached the hillside in the distance and seemed to be affected by the blow just now.
But this was not what Tyrion was most concerned about. He rushed forward a few steps quickly and rushed to the edge of the depression in the ground. He looked down and saw that in the super large crater like a meteorite falling, there were red and hot holes all over it.
The magma is like a sea of red magma, and on the surface of the magma, the completely torn body of Deathwing is suspended. The torn wings are floating on the magma, emitting a strange burning smell.
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The arrogant Black Dragon King was loaded into the magma sea in an inverted posture, seemingly dead.
But this is impossible!
No one knows better than Tyrion how strong the vitality of Deathwing is. Ever since this guy was tempted by the terrifying and strange ancient god 10,000 years ago, the body of the black dragon, which was already known for its vitality, was given to the ancients.
The blessing of the god has already transcended normal life and death, and coupled with the authority and power of the Earth Guardian that has never been stripped away, at least in the world of Draenor, it cannot be killed.
"Is it dead?"
The disgraced Archmage Khadgar was surrounded by the light of teleportation and appeared next to the Death Knight. He still had the smell of fel magic on his body. At this time, Khadgar was stunned by the tragic scene of Deathwing in front of him.
, he turned to look at Tyrion:
"Did we kill Deathwing?"
"It's not that simple!"
Tyrion drew out the magic sword and held it in his hand. He looked at the quiet magma sea in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"Unless the origin of Deathwing is crushed with the power of the same source, no one can kill it. We just... destroyed its disguise and exposed its cursed true form.
,In other words...the second stage has arrived!”
"What phase two?"
Khadgar frowned, and the next moment, Tyrion suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled the mage back quickly. The quiet magma sea in front of them suddenly rioted, like a crazy man hidden under the magma.
As if the beast had been awakened, the scorching magma was thrown into the sky while rolling, and hit the ground in the form of a rain of scorching destruction.
Under the rolling magma like the restless sea surface, the blood-red, tentacle-like dragon claws swung up violently, like four blood spears piercing the sky. Amid the dripping hot dragon blood, fiercely
were buckled on the edge of the circular depression, and one of them hit Tyrion and Khadgar almost head-on from the sky.
The two of them stepped back dozens of steps before dodging the claws of the tentacled dragon that fell from the sky. The claws, which had been completely twisted and deformed, were firmly stuck to the ground. Amidst the loud noise of the ground cracking, the hot magma blood attached to the dragon claws was flying.
Then, a huge lava pit soon formed nearby.
"Pain! Pain!"
And at the moment Khadgar stood up, Deathwing's irrational roar sounded, and his twisted body that completely lost its restraints poked its head out of the lava sea. The ferocious dragon's head opened the hot magma,
Appearing in front of the Archmage, a burning and terrifying aura hit his face, causing the Archmage to even stop breathing in horror at that moment. His short gray hair was blown up, and his body even felt like it was on fire.
In the light like the rising sun, Khadgar had to stretch out his hand to block the heat flying in front of his eyes.
Looking between his separated fingers, the head covered with magma in the wound can still barely see what Deathwing looked like before, but it has completely lost the shape of the dragon from the neck down, and the twisted keel is stained with stains.
The flesh and blood proliferated rapidly, and the cursed flesh absorbed heat from the magma, wrapping the broken body of the Black Dragon King in the form of wildly dancing tentacles.
"This...this is simply an indescribable thing in a nightmare!"
Khadgar shouted: "What happened to this dragon king? To turn it into such a terrifying posture?"
The Death Knight did not answer. On the magma sea at this time, Deathwing, who had one-third of his body cut off by the evil light, had completely turned into a strange flesh and blood thing, and the flesh and blood rooted in the magma
The top was covered with tentacles of flesh and blood waving in the scorching air. They danced wildly in the air, sprinkling magma-like dragon blood everywhere. The land of Gorgrond looked like the end was approaching.
"I am the Wing of Death! The Destroyer of Destiny..."
"All realms will be reduced to a sea of fire, and the end has come!"
Amidst the sleepy roar of the Black Dragon King, the fleshy tentacles growing on the twisted dragon claws in front of Tyrion and Khadgar seemed to have found their target, whizzing towards Tyrion, the nearest death knight.
, the latter swung the magic sword and neatly cut off the tentacles that came towards him. He turned back to look at the Archmage and shouted in a deep voice:
"Why are you still standing there? Don't risk your life! Get ready... we have to seal it temporarily! If it regains its sanity, the world will be torn apart by it!"
"Anzu! It's time to fulfill your promise!"
Tyrion called for the last helper in his heart. After a moment, the dim sky of Gorgrond seemed to be transformed into night. The huge shadow power formed a dark storm between the sky and the earth, and countless black feathers
Rotating around the energy storm, Deathwing, who had completely lost his mind, was drawn into the dark storm.
"roll!"
"Swish swish swish"
The power from the demigods allowed the crazy Deathwing to find another target to vent its pain. In its roar, tens of millions of rotating source stone swords flew up from the ground and rushed towards the cracks in the sky. The bursting source
The quality stone sword exploded in the crack, but failed to attack Ansu's body.
The cunning Crow God hides himself in the Shadow Realm, where he is almost unharmed.
Above the sky, the door to the Shadow Realm has been opened. The wilderness demigod Ansu is frantically expanding the cracks in this space on the other side. The greedy power from the Shadow Realm twists the wings of death and twists the huge flesh and blood objects from the magma.
The sea lifted it up and wanted to drag it into another plane, but to fight against the crazy wings of death, it was obviously not possible to rely on this old wilderness demigod alone.
The four dragon claws on the ground have tightened, and Deathwing's body has been pulled away from the sea of magma. The twisted mass of flesh and blood is suspended in the air, looking extremely terrifying. It is fighting against the shadows in this way.
Cracks in the world.
"Bang"
The dragon claw that hit Tyrion was cut open by Apocalypse. Its sharp blade cut off the flesh and blood connecting the dragon claw and the body. The magic sword greedily tore apart Deathwing's irrational soul in the flesh. Every time
Bite will make the black dragon king's reason become more chaotic, but the death knight did not stop for a moment, he quickly rushed to the position of the next dragon claw.
He must weaken Deathwing's true form!
On the other side of the sunken crater, the Draenei spacecraft that crashed on the hillside slowly took off. The current situation no longer required communication. As long as Velen remained rational, the prophet knew what to do.
How to do it.
"Boom boom boom"
The defensive firepower of the Forbidden Demon Ship opened fire in the sky. Under the control of the Draenei technicians, the Holy Light shells falling from the sky accurately hit the flesh and blood tentacles of Deathwing that connected to the ground, while the Prophet Velen stood on the spacecraft platform.
He also called out the Holy Light again, and the Holy Light, like a dense chain of runes with a holy light, wrapped around Deathwing's out-of-control flesh and blood.
The prophet is very wise. He knows very well what he has to do now. It is impossible to kill such a terrifying creature in a short time. The space gate to the Shadow Realm that opens in the sky also represents Tyrion’s
The thought...he wanted to use this method to seal away the terrifying flesh and blood creature in front of him.
"Whispering chaos spreads in the evil flesh, the creature itself is a symbol of the end of all things...like a god among the stars."
Velen, who is well-informed among the stars, looked at Deathwing who was struggling crazily in the sea of magma and roaring to fight back. He tightly clenched the Staff of the Redeemer in his hand:
"We cannot leave it in this world, we must expel it!"
"Dear naaru, please help me!"
The prophet saw the terrifying future from the twisted flesh of Deathwing, and he made up his mind. The next moment, the endless power of holy light burst out from his old body, and above the dim sky of Gorgrond,
A triangular halo covered with sacred runes illuminated the darkness. At the call of the prophet, more and purer power of holy light burst out from the dome of Shattrath, like the holy light piercing the sky.
brilliance.
"Click, click, click"
In the storm of holy light that exploded, the holy chain of holy light became thicker. It slowly tightened, like a moving roulette wheel, making staggered collision sounds, and the power of Naaru and the prophet merged.
At that moment, the powerful Deathwing's counterattack was also suppressed, and the layers of light were like the most solid cage, trapping the flesh and body it had grown into.
And in the unwilling roar of Deathwing, the last dragon claw connected to the earth was cut off by Tyrion with a knife in his hand. Its huge body lost its fixation and was grabbed by the shadow door that opened in the sky.
rising into the sky.
Archmage Khadgar once again absorbed the power of the skull in his hands. As the dark storm wrapped around his body, he raised his hands high, and the violent magic power formed an invisible fist, lifting the imprisoned Black Dragon King from below to further
At such a fast speed, he was swallowed up by the dark storm entangled in the sky.
At the moment when the seriously injured Deathwing was completely thrown into the Shadow Realm, Ansu's scream sounded almost at the same time. The next moment, the rift door of the Shadow Realm was closed, and the huge body of the Crow God also appeared next to the Death Knight.
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There is a terrifying scar on the wings of this demigod, which is a memorial left by Deathwing's counterattack.
"The Shadow Realm can't control it! Tyrion, you've screwed me up!"
Ansu screamed dissatisfied: "That world is too weird. Even I dare not explore too much inside. Who knows what the monster will evolve into, and the country I built in the Shadow Realm is being destroyed by it."
Destroy like crazy...it will be released soon!"
The wilderness demigod stared at Tyrion with a dangerous look:
"You must compensate me for my losses!"
The death knight put away his weapon. Under his feet was a ferocious dragon claw. He looked back at Ansu and said in a deep voice:
"Then go to Azeroth as quickly as possible and throw it into that world, where there will be the power to deal with it. If you do what you promised me, I will do what I promised you!
"
"Azeroth!"
A tired voice sounded behind Anzu and Tyrion. Archmage Khadgar held the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand. A layer of dark magic was still wrapped around his body. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but
At this time, he stared at the death knight with a vicious look:
"You want to throw that monster into Azeroth? You are crazy! I... disagree!"
Tyrion glanced at the angry archmage with cold eyes. The next moment, he turned back to Ansu and said:
"You rush to Hellfire Peninsula now, and the garrison will help you enter Azeroth, just like we once said."
The ignored archmage felt humiliated. He stepped forward, raised his fist, and shouted:
"I said, I don't..."
"Click"
Khadgar's neck was clasped tightly by the cold gauntlet. In the explosion of death energy, the magic shield he arranged outside his body was destroyed almost instantly, and his body was pulled towards Tyrion, who
Whispered in his ear:
"Stop it, Khadgar... In this world, your opinion doesn't matter at all!"
"I haven't killed you yet, so you should learn to be grateful, my friend!"
The archmage who was strangled by the neck slapped Tyrion's arms crazily. After the Skull of Gul'dan was taken away, the magic power in his body was exhausted and he could not fight back at all. He felt suffocated and was dying.
In the knight's eyes, he also saw undisguised murderous intent, which reminded Khadgar of the stranger he met in Shattrath.
"Ahem...Ahem, Sephiel...you're right...you...are not worthy of trust! But Tyrion...everything you do now, everything...is in vain...
