In the collision between the two huge forces, even if Neltharion restrained his own power, the remaining ones still caused terrible damage to Ysera's body. The 150-meter-long behemoth fell from a high altitude to the ground.
, an unimaginably huge crack was created on the land of Dragonblight, its area no smaller than that of Stormwind City... fully embodying the terrifying destructive power of these legendary creatures.
And now judging from the twisted posture of the green dragon queen falling to the earth, her tailbone and three claws have been fractured, and these are only the most insignificant injuries on her body. Ysera's fall exuded a scorching breath.
On the snow a few hundred meters away from the pit, there was a wing that had been torn off by Ysera. The green dragon's blood spread over the wild snowfield three times. The battle between the two dragon kings made everyone on this land even more shocked.
Life has fled in haste.
Tyrion looked back at Ysera, who was lying in the evil lava with no idea of her life or death. The green dragon queen had fallen into a coma due to serious injuries, but the power from the dream was still repairing her body bit by bit.
, after all, this is the real guardian who accepted the power of the Titans tens of thousands of years ago. Even though she was beaten so badly by Neltharion, her injuries may be completely recovered in a few days.
Of course, it may take longer to heal the torn wings... But Ysera was defeated so easily, which does not mean that Ysera is not strong enough. In this one-sided battle, it can only be said that Ysera chose
It was the wrong opponent, and the battlefield was not yet in her home, the Emerald Dream. If it were there, Neltharion would definitely not win so easily.
However, the battle between Neltharion and Ysera is over, and the rest of the time will be left to two old friends who have not seen each other for a long time.
Maybe, they would like to... have a heart-to-heart talk?
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"I just saw your dragon form."
Tyrion waved his fingers, making the disgusting falling snow around him become much thinner. He looked at Neltharion, who was silent in front of him, and whispered:
"It's a very cool and dazzling new appearance. It looks like it has special effects. In fact, I really doubt that you found a weird recharge window in Argus and threw some gems or something into it... Changed
New skin, um, maybe even new talents."
"Your crazy words are really not funny at all!"
Neltharion responded coldly:
"Perhaps I will also let you experience the "beautiful" life in Argus. Do you think that I have forgotten the things you did in Draenor?"
"No, no! In fact, I have been very busy since I was separated from you last time."
Tyrion smiled and shook his head. He pointed at his head and looked at the hostile War Dragon in front of him:
"I remember clearly what I did to you and your family members. You see, I shattered your body and threw you into the Twisting Nether. Then I returned to Azeroth and put you in the Twisting Nether."
Kill all the black dragons in Blackstone Mountain, oh, by the way... You may not know that you have to twist your offspring into a brainless frost dragon and serve me... That is a very, very painful process
!”
The great lord spread his hands as if talking to an old friend:
"Remember Nefarian? He is your son. In my opinion, he is the one who looks most like you. What is his dragon name? Victor Nefarios? It's really a mouthful...
After killing it, I drained its dragon blood, gave it new power with my own hands, and gave it a new name. I called it... Frost Wings! Isn't this a nice name? It's catchy.
Right?"
Tyrion glanced at Neltharion, who looked gloomy, and said again:
"And your daughter, lovely, beautiful, beautiful Onyxia... Do you know what I did to her? That cute and silly little girl may not know that I am in her spirit.
I left some very "fun" things behind...as long as I do this!"
"Pa"
The great lord snapped his fingers in the snow, and looked at the War Dragon with a strange smile:
"With just a snap of your fingers, my niece Onyxia will become more...beautiful! In fact, I have always felt that your nickname "Deathwing" is a bit undeserved. I have always wanted to cultivate one myself.
The real "Deathwing", so I chose your daughter, my lovely niece Onyxia, she is really suitable, isn't she?"
"Have you... said enough!!!"
"boom"
The words of the high lord seemed to finally anger Neltharion. He roared, took a step forward, clasped his left hand into a claw, and swung it forward fiercely. The green evil energy gathered crazily was like a substantial force in the swing of the claw.
The magma gathered like the flames, and in the blink of an eye, a 30-meter-long magma dragon claw was formed, which seemed to burn the sky. The lifelike claws fiercely slammed into Tyrion's head, as if to hit him.
Buried in this snowfield.
As the dragon's claw pressed down, the snow-covered land between Neltharion and Tyrion melted crazily, and streams of high-temperature steam escaped from the land.
"哐"
There was a loud noise, and the inevitable blow of the War Dragon was easily blocked.
The icy cold wind blew away the steam covering the battlefield at this moment, and the extreme coldness that accompanied the cold wind quickly froze the earth again. When he saw the existence under the dragon's claws, Neltharion's
His eyes tightened.
What appeared in front of him was a dark giant half-kneeling on the ground. The giant's whole body was composed of cold energy. The body was also covered with ferocious armor. There were huge double swords stuck in the back. The head was like a
Like an evil ghost warrior who came out of hell, Tyrion stood there without moving at all. He just stretched out his finger and shook it. Neltharion's evil dragon claws that destroyed everything were wiped out by this evil ghost warrior.
Easily shattered with a wave of your hand.
In the shining of the evil sparks that fell to the earth, the evil warrior controlled by Tyrion slowly stood up. The 7-meter-tall death colossus seemed to be ready as Tyrion moved his wrists.
Preparation for a big battle.
Tyrion, suspended on the chest of the evil ghost warrior, looked down at the war dragon in front of him. His deep voice sounded in the wild snowfield:
"It seems that defeating a poor girl who is not good at fighting has made your mentality a lot stronger, Neltharion."
"I could have ruined you ten years ago when I was weak. It will only be easier for me to do it again ten years later... Do you still think the world is the same as when you left it? Poor old man, you have been transformed by this era.
Abandoned."
Tyrion stretched his hands behind him, and the heavy Ashbringer and the noisy Apocalypse fell into his hands. The ferocious evil ghost warrior also drew out the two dark giant swords behind his back, and placed a double-edged sword on his chest.
Fighting posture, behind it, a small half of the sky was divided into a gap where the world of death merged with the real world. Thousands of Death Gods holding dark war scythes quietly floated out of the gap with a dead posture.
, completely surrounding the sky behind Tyrion.
The wind of the spiritual world whistled through the cold wilderness, bringing withering into this earth. In the invisible air, the death that was ready to move was laughing loudly, because a feast was about to begin, because this place had been destroyed.
A battlefield completely designated for death...
"I heard that in the world of Argus, the fallen titan Aggrama personally helped you remove the corrosion of the void and gave you the power of evil energy. Do you know? I have always been curious about the violent evil energy that claims to destroy everything.
What will happen when you encounter the eternal death of all things that wither and wither... So, come, Neltharion, Dragon of War, Dragon... come!"
Tyrion's voice became cruel and cold at this moment:
"Please, please satisfy...my curiosity!"
The wind of the spiritual world, which was more desolate than the wind of the world, blew on the land of Dragonbone Wilderness. In that cold wind, facing Tyrion's oppression, the war dragon Dragon clenched his fists at that moment.
He is also a respectable person. When has he ever been suppressed like this?
But Neltharion is not here to fight bravely after all. He is fighting here with Tyrion in front of him. Although he has the possibility of victory by mastering the power of evil and the earth, it is more likely that both sides are because of this.
The battle suffered heavy losses, especially in this troubled time. Once it becomes weak, it means that many things cannot continue to move forward.
Therefore, after taking several breaths, Neltharion shook his head:
"I'm sorry... On another occasion, I would love to have a fight with you to resolve the grudges we had in the past."
He took the initiative to take a step back. This action made the killing intent wrapped around Tyrion's body weaken a bit. Just like Neltharion had his own thoughts, Tyrion also had really important things to do. The previous coercion, and even more
It's more about making a gesture. After all, judging from how Neltharion killed Ysera with one blow just now, if Tyrion wants to defeat the reborn war dragon in front of him, he has to bring out the treasure at the bottom of the box.
.
But the problem is, that thing is not prepared for Neltharion at all. Once used here, many subsequent things will be affected.
They are the leaders of both parties, and sometimes they have to exclude the influence of personal emotions when doing things... This is certainly uncomfortable, but this is the way the world works.
"Buzz"
The evil ghost warriors, the army of Death, and the Gate of Death in the sky all dissipated silently at this moment. With the last blow of the cold wind in the spiritual world, the Dragon Bone Wilderness returned to its previous state.
On the land that was melted and frozen, Tyrion looked at Neltharion in front of him. The two old friends could finally talk calmly.
"Unlock the beacon of death on Onyxia!"
Neltharion took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the black ice condensed on the back of his hand, and said softly:
"Then take Ysera away... She is not that important in my plan, and I have no interest in taking over the current Emerald Dream. That place is simply a source of trouble."
"Um?"
Tyrion looked back at Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen, who was unknown whether alive or dead in the completely frozen crater behind her. He looked back at Neltharion, and a trace of confusion flashed across the face of the great lord:
"When did I say that I came here for this silly girl? Are you deaf? Neltharion."
The great lord said frankly:
"I told you, I'm just passing by. I don't care what you do with Ysera. Whether you use it to play some obscene games or use it as an egg-laying machine, it has nothing to do with me... You know
, in this land, the only one I really care about is you."
"That sounds weird."
Neltharion glanced at Tyrion with a strange expression, a trace of inquiry flashed in his eyes:
"Then I'm very curious. Compared with trophies like Ysera, what else on this land can you value so much that you don't even hesitate to come here in person?"
"Of course it's... something very important."
Tyrion shrugged:
"Want to know? Then join us... You see, since evil energy can fill the void in your body, death can also do it. Come on, Neltharion, join my camp, and then become a true
Deathwing... I am doing something just and great, and I need a strong warrior like you. With you joining me, I will save a lot of energy."
"OK."
Neltharion threw the handkerchief in his hand into the snow. He raised his head and looked at Tyrion:
"Let me be the boss and you be my adjutant, and I will agree to join the Dark Blade Legion."
"How insincere!"
The high lord waved his hand and ignored this obviously joking topic. His ice-blue eyes stared at Neltharion in front of him:
"Tell me, what are you planning? The Legion asked you to return to Azeroth to assist the Dread Lords in collecting the Pillars of Creation, but I see that you have no intention of cooperating with them at all. Therefore, you are not really joining the Legion.
Right? I need to confirm this news again... so as not to cause some accidental injuries."
"You! You really planted your own eyes in the legion!"
Neltharion narrowed his eyes and looked at Tyrion:
"And your status is not low. You know this kind of news. It seems that I really underestimated you before... But since you are so honest, then maybe I should also show a little kindness... I am not serving
Legion, an arrogant man like Kil'jaeden is not worthy of my service. I serve a higher power, the former god of the Aspect Dragon. I serve the new..."
"Agramar, the Dark Pantheon...I knew it!"
Tyrion interrupted Neltharion's meaningless singing. He tilted his head and looked at the war dragon in front of him. He said seriously:
"But you know what they're trying to do, right? Do you think they're going to succeed?"
"This has nothing to do with "I think"!"
Neltharion said seriously:
"I just made a judgment based on the facts. Unlike the Burning Legion, once the power of the Dark Pantheon extends here, Azeroth will have no chance of surviving. Aggramar gave me a choice. Seeing as we were once a Titan family.
For his sake, he gave us a new hope... This has nothing to do with the Legion! The Aspect Dragon is just following the gods again, that's all."
"But I'll tell you!"
Tyrion said to the War Dragon word for word:
"Dark Pantheon will not win! You chose the wrong teammate!"
"Oh, why?"
The Dragon of War showed a disdainful smile:
"Is it because you swore to protect this world? Tyrion, don't think too highly of yourself. Even now, in their eyes, you are just an ant!"
"Then let's make a bet!"
Tyrion let out a long breath, pointed to the ground beneath his feet, and said softly:
"I said, Aggramar will be buried here, and I will show you with your own eyes how I, the ant, tore apart the giant! If I win, Neltharion, you must be willing to become the real death
Wings, join my kingdom of death!"
"Okay! Tyrion, I won't block your way until the Dark Pantheon comes, and you...it's best not to interfere with me!"
Neltharion shrugged, turned around and disappeared into the flying snow without looking back:
"As for this bet, I will look forward to it with great anticipation, and then wait and see what miracle you will perform..."
"Take Ysera away...just think of this as the last goodwill left to you by the Dark Pantheon."
