Tyrion did not go all the way to ambush Nefarian in Redridge Mountains.
In fact, he had no idea that Nefarian would take this road. He gave the Death Lords a holiday and let them go hunting in order to cover up his whereabouts. He quietly came to Redridge Mountain because he had his own things to do.
He came here to observe the living conditions of the Draenei who had been living in Redridge Mountain for more than a year, and to find an opportunity to meet with the prophet Velen.
The King of Dark Blade had made a deal with the Prophet. He knew that the Prophet was a complete "Delaenei existentialist". As long as it was good for his people, the Prophet would not refuse, provided that these things did not violate the old stubborn heart.
Faith in the Holy Light.
However, Tyrion gave up this idea after personally seeing the temporary residence of the Draenei at the foothills of Redridge Mountain.
The draenei seem to have discovered a new gathering place and have begun a large-scale transfer. This transfer has been going on for some time, because there are currently less than 3 draenei left in Redridge Mountains.
Thousands of people, and these people from outside the territory also traveled across the mountains and ridges to build a dock on the other side of Redridge Mountain, on the mountainside next to the Endless Sea.
Obviously, the prophet has not relaxed during this year. He has not forgotten the threat from Draenor and is quietly sending his people away from the Dark Portal...
Moreover, for the Dark Blade King, an undead dragon mount made by a black dragon would not make him feel honored. In fact, he likes his current mount very much, the Raven King given to him by Ansu.
This death raven is fierce and loyal, and even after death, its feathers retain a low-key and luxurious dark blue color. It flies extremely fast, and most importantly, the riding experience is very comfortable, at least better than Tyrion riding the Bone Dragon Deathstroke.
It's much more comfortable.
He has no idea of changing the mount in the short term, but now, this stupid bastard Nefarian actually injured it and tore its wings. Although it was repaired by the death energy, the cross that Tyrion called "Duke"
The crow can still recover, but it is a long process, and the destruction of the beloved thing has completely angered the stubborn fire in the heart of the undead.
Tyrion is also an undead...he also has something he is obsessed with.
"roar"
Seeing that he had beaten the raven and attracted a difficult master, a trace of impatience flashed in Nefarian's eyes. It turned its head and sprayed out a rain of fire all over the sky, covering up its huge body in the scorching halo.
, and then flapped his wings to leave here.
But just as it was flying higher, a wisp of beating dark red energy separated the falling flames from the sky and clasped on its claws. The black dragon turned around and saw Tyrion's left hand was wrapped around and swallowing.
The death energy, like a rope, rose into the sky from the ground and rushed towards it. The flames flying in the sky could not get close to him.
A cold storm surrounded the death knight's body, and substantial snowflakes fell in the air around him, extinguishing the burning flames.
"Bang"
At the moment when the death coil ended, the death knight grabbed the black dragon's ferocious claws. He jumped hard and jumped behind Nefarian's broad back. The buzzing magic sword Apocalypse was held in his hands, and he fiercely
Stab into the black dragon's back which is covered with scales and bone plates.
"Tear it apart"
The dragon scales, which were strong enough to withstand the frontal bombardment of artillery, were torn apart like fragile paper under the sharp blade, and the dragon's blood splashed out. What was even more painful was that when Apocalypse penetrated the body, he also used strange power.
Pierced Nefarian's soul, and soul, soul will not heal.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
The Black Dragon Prince didn't expect that this guy's first attack would be so strong. He knew that the unassuming death knight in front of him was a truly ruthless character. He quickly recited powerful magic in dragon language, but
Before Nefarian's magic could end, Tyrion drew out his sharp blade and put his left hand into the wound at his foot.
The ice blue eyes turned into bright red at this moment. The irresistible blood-draining instinct of the first-generation Sarain acted on the wound of the Black Dragon Prince. For a moment, the blood oozed out. When the muscles closed, the wound that had begun to heal slowly began to heal again.
It was torn open once, and the destructive power this time came from the blood flowing in every vein of Nefarian.
The scorching blood containing powerful magic wrapped around Tyrion's body, forming a bright red magic shield. The death knight grinned and advanced on the rolling body of the Black Dragon Prince. The energy of death intertwined under his feet, spreading
He was "sticky" to Nefarian's back.
"puff"
Another knife stabbed into the body, and even the soul seemed to be paralyzed.
"How dare you! How dare you!"
Nefarian's roar echoed through the sky of the Redridge Mountains along with the first completed Dragon Whisper magic. Like muffled thunder, the moment the Dragon Whisper magic was completed, black flames spread out around the dragon's body.
, dozens of small magic whirlpools surrounded Tyrion, turning the most terrifying flames that the black dragon was born with into fireballs, hitting the death knight like a barrage.
This black flame is the Shadow Flame. It is the most adhering and corrosive fire among all the flames in Azeroth. It is like poison. It can completely corrode a steel gate in an instant, but now
, but it encountered an opponent that could not be corroded.
The black flames smashed around Tyrion's body, and were blocked in the air by the dragon's blood shield. After Nefarian strengthened his magic power, the dragon's blood shield was barely broken, but the next layer was indeed made of cold ice.
The anti-magic shield composed of death energy is connected to the death energy in Tyrion's body. It uses the consumption of death energy to fight against magic, and wants to drain away the sea-like death energy in Tyrion's body.
..Maybe it’s not possible to do it just relying on the Nefarian in front of you.
"Bang"
Apocalypse swept forward in Tyrion's hand, and the black energy blade was like a sharp blade scraping fish scales, breaking all the dragon scales under the death knight's feet. The broken dragon scales were stained with blood and flying in the air. This time, there was a heavy blow.
It also destroyed the hidden magic on the surface of Nefarian's body. When the unique dragon head appeared in Tyrion's eyes, the Dark Blade King let out a weird laugh that made people go numb.
"So it's you, Neltharion's son, Nefarian... Your sister calls me "uncle", maybe you should call me that too!"
Tormented by severe pain, Nefarian no longer cared about arguing with Tyrion. All he could think about now was how to throw this difficult guy away from his body, so the majestic Black Dragon Prince was like a juggler.
Rolling above the clouds, doing various difficult movements, Tyrion seemed to be rooted, standing firmly behind him, waving Apocalypse, frantically harvesting the new flesh and blood of the Black Dragon Prince.
The dragon magic was thrown out one after another, but when it encountered the anti-magic shield on the surface of Tyrion's body, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. In extreme helplessness, Nefarian made a very humiliating action, and at the high altitude
In the air, his body was enveloped by the magic of transformation, and he quickly transformed from a behemoth more than 50 meters long into a slender human being.
His face was pale, and he was suspended in the air by magic power. He held his black stone scepter tightly in his hand. There were blood stains on his black robe, but looking at Tyrion falling into the sea of clouds behind him, the Black Dragon Prince still subconsciously felt comfortable.
Take a breath.
"This place is 4,000 meters above the ground... Go to hell, you tough Death Knight. If you die, no one will know what happened here. Damn it... you..."
"Wow"
Before Nefarian could finish his angry words, the majestic clouds like white land in front of him were disturbed by a winding storm. In the mist like the eye of the storm, Tyrion's body appeared in front of him again.
.
There was a pair of flapping bat wings on the death knight's back, and his originally handsome face became distorted, looking like a legendary demon, while the Dark Blade King looked at him indifferently.
The Black Dragon Prince shook the magic blade in his hand and shook off the remaining dragon blood on the Apocalypse blade.
"I really don't want to expose this ugly posture in front of other people, but it doesn't matter..."
As the bat wings behind him closed in, the figure of the Death Knight rushed towards Nefarian who was casting spells like a sharp arrow.
"As long as you die, no one will know all this."
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"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
Weak roars were mixed with unconcealable pain. In the desolate mountainous area at the junction of the Redridge Mountains and the Burning Plains, a huge black figure crashed from the sky.
The originally smooth and graceful wings swayed feebly in the wind, while the body covered with wounds and with almost all the blood drained from the body was hit hard by the sharp rocks like a heavy stone.
Suddenly, the broken wound on his back was torn open again, and blood-stained dragon scales flew everywhere.
Nefarian thought about the future many times in his long life, but he never thought that this barren and uninhabited mountainous area would be the cemetery where he finally fell.
Like a dying snake, it raised its head with difficulty and looked at the slowly falling figure in the sky. It was slender and filled with darkness, like a visitor from hell. Until the time of death, Nefarian did not know the undead spirit in front of him.
name, but it doesn't care about that anymore.
In his eyes that were beginning to break apart, Nefarian vaguely saw his mother, his father, the madman-like Black Dragon King, the self-proclaimed Destroyer of Deathwing. He remembered the deep memories of his childhood.
Every day and night in Rock Island was like hell. During Deathwing's crazy act of killing his own bloodline, it and its sister were tightly protected by their mother in a remote corner.
It wasn't until they had the ability to fly that they were sent to the surface by their mother. The growth experience of this pair of brothers and sisters with the blood of Deathwing was not smooth sailing. Nefarian still remembers those times when he and his sister had to give everything to achieve success.
Hard times when survival was barely guaranteed.
Once upon a time, it had a very good relationship with its sister. They were dependent on each other, always protecting and helping each other, but when did the two start to turn against each other?
The throne of the King of Blackstone is so cold, fighting with his own kind is so boring, and avoiding those secret conspiracies is so disgusting.
"Ouch"
Nefarian let out a mournful cry. It looked at the figure getting closer and closer in front of it, and closed its eyes with difficulty.
What does it want?
Maybe it's not such an unattainable goal... Maybe what it wants is to be able to soar freely in the sky of Azeroth like the dragons of other legions. What it wants is maybe to be worshiped by mortals.
, being worshiped by them, what it wants may just be to regain the glory of the black dragon that was left behind by its father...
It was like a beautiful dream, for which it did not hesitate to part ways with its sister, but I didn't know... whether Onyxia would feel sad for it after hearing the news of its death.
No...no, its sister will only feel relieved.
"Oni...yes...sorry."
Tyrion stood quietly among the rocks, watching the huge black dragon in front of him take his last breath. The soul of a powerful black dragon like Nefarian is difficult to control in the Hell Abyss, unless the Hela faction
Come to your own Val'kyr and take it away. This is why dragons that have been dead for hundreds of years occasionally naturally resurrect into dracolich. Their souls can only wait for natural dissipation, or they are still bound to their dead bodies.
.
This helped Tyrion a lot. He placed his left hand on Nefarian's still warm body, and with the death energy pouring out like an ocean, the shriveled dragon corpse in front of him also quickly
was replenished.
"Prince Black Dragon, I heard your last wish before your death."
A glint flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said softly:
"Since you want to apologize, why don't you go and see her in person? I believe that Ms. Catalina will definitely welcome your arrival. By the way, on behalf of a dear uncle, go and meet my not-so-well-behaved niece...
"
"My messenger Nefarian, take my greetings to Stormwind City."