The specialty of the Dreadlords is disguise, sneaking in, and playing with people's hearts. Frontal combat is really not their specialty.
But no matter how bad he is, Anersalon is still a genuine demigod-level demon.
In his opinion, it should be easy to deal with these two fragile mortals. After killing them quickly, it would be too late to go back and deal with the guy who dared to covet the head of Gul'dan.
However, after actually taking action, Anasseron discovered that it was not that easy.
Nathrezim are artificial creatures with strong energy adaptability. No matter what energy they inhale, they can quickly adapt in a short period of time and use the spells corresponding to that energy effectively.
The factory version of Nathrezim was made by Denathrius himself, and there was no doubt that it used the power of death.
Denathrius's original intention in creating the Nathrezim was to let them infiltrate into the various forces in the universe and continuously deliver to him the latest information on the major forces in the universe.
The nathrezim who follow the Burning Legion naturally use fel energy, and the fighting style of Anersalon, who is both magician and martial artist, tends to be open and close, which seems quite bluffing at first glance.
Anathelon, who was eager to resolve the battle quickly, raised his hand, which was the Dreadlord's specialty skill, the Fetid Swarm. As Anathelon raised his hand, a large amount of evil power swept towards Sarlayan in waves.
In human form, Sarlayan is in the most balanced state of offense and defense, and his dexterity is also above the standard line.
According to Sarlayan's own evaluation, it is quite satisfactory, with no major shortcomings, but also no special features.
Seeing the ripples of evil energy coming at him, Sarlayan did not dodge in a hurry. Instead, he changed his form on the spot and turned into a silver wolf that was on all fours and only reached the waist of his human form, just in time to avoid Anasei.
Long's first wave of attacks.
Since he was stalling for time, Sarlayan did not want to have a head-on fight with a demigod demon whose realm was higher than his own, so he chose the claw form with higher mobility to move at high speed.
Just when Sarlayan used an unexpected method to avoid the temptation of Anaseron's hand, Valeela once again passed through the shadows and appeared behind the enemy.
The familiar chill made Aneseron, who was already on guard, subconsciously attack with his claws behind him, trying to hit the enemy first and hit the enemy hard.
However, Valeera, who is experienced in combat, did not attack in the same way twice in a short period of time. She deliberately used feints to force Anasseron to reflexively defend, and in fact, she moved to Anasseron flexibly.
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"Crack!"
The sharp Quel'Sera dagger cut a wound in the side of Aneseron's waist, which was unable to react, and dark green blood immediately gushes out.
This kind of minor injury was nothing to a demon with strong vitality. Compared with the physical pain, Anasseron was more annoyed that a mere mortal could actually hurt himself.
After a successful attack, Valeela did not hesitate to fight. She rushed forward while lying on the ground to avoid the counterattack of sweeping claws. She rolled forward and submerged into the forest and entered stealth again.
At the same time, Sarlayan, who was stepping on the dense branches to gain strength, had jumped above Anasseron's head. After charging, the moon-white energy cannon spurted out from his open mouth, aiming directly at Anersalon.
Theron has a bald head with devilish horns.
At the critical moment, Anasseron, who had underestimated the enemy and was too old to use his skills, could only reluctantly cross his hands in front of his chest in a defensive posture, and took the energy cannon head-on.
The impact of pure energy pushed Anasseron, who was unsteady on his feet, back several meters until he hit a big tree and was forced to stop.
However, this collision with the tree also gave Anasseron the opportunity to adjust the center of gravity of the attack, and finally he was able to absorb the attack with all his strength.
This round of fighting seemed to be very long, but in fact, only 2 seconds passed in the blink of an eye.
Sharlayan and Valeela cooperated very well, and their combined attacks barely gave Anasseron any time to adjust.
Although due to the gap in realm, the two attacks did not cause much effective damage to Anasseron, it was enough to make Anasseron be more vigilant.
Temporarily suppressing his eagerness for success, Anasseron lowered his arms and his eyes obviously changed, and he became serious.
Looking down at the arm armor that had been shattered by the impact of the energy cannon, Anasseron removed the blackened and severely deformed arm armor with one strike, and glared fiercely at the Silver Wolf who was still running around.
"Mortals, you piss me off!"
"Oh? So what?"
Sarlayan, who was jumping lightly on the branches, teased in a playful tone: "Do you want to call dad to help? Okay, you can shout, I promise not to interrupt you."
"I just don't know who your father is, Archimonde? Kil'jaeden? Or some stupid vampire who hides in the castle and plays sword girl all day long?"
"A sharp-tongued mortal!"
Anatheron, who originally planned to face the enemy calmly, was so angry at Sarlayan's ridicule that his anger surged again. He didn't even have time to think carefully about who the vampire who played with the sword girl was in the opponent's mouth.
Anathelon, who was filled with rage, did not want to continue playing hide-and-seek with two enemies with amazing maneuverability in the dense forest. He raised his left hand and pointed to the sky.
Using the evil power at his fingertips as a beacon, a "meteorite" flashing with green flames quickly fell downwards from the sky.
Judging from the direction and speed of the meteorite's fall, it would hit the forest where Sarlayan and Valeela were hiding in a few seconds at most.
After quickly reaching a consensus with Valeela through the soul link, Sarlayan suddenly jumped on the branch and turned into a young dragon with golden scales while still in mid-air.
At the same time, Valeera launched Shadow Step and appeared on the left side of Anasseron's body in an instant.
Before Anasseron could react further, Valeera's figure transformed into two and then into four. In just one second, more than a dozen afterimages composed of the power of shadow surrounded Anasseron.
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"A killing feast!"
Following Valeera's low shout, these seemingly disembodied afterimages simultaneously attacked Anasseron, who had one hand raised high.
In order to accurately guide the landing point of the hellfire, Anersalon, who was still in the summoned state, was temporarily unable to move at will. He could only use his still mobile right hand to try to parry Valeela's high-speed combos as much as possible.
After all, he had been fighting with the Burning Legion for many years in the universe. With his rich experience, Anasseron was able to perfectly block all attacks directed at his vital parts.
After a burst of skills, Valeela needs some time to recover.
Anasseron did have many minor wounds on his body, but none of them had a decisive impact on his combat effectiveness.
While Valeera bought this little time, Sarlayan raised his head to look in the direction of the falling meteorite in the sky, straightened his chest and took a deep breath.
"hold head high!!"
The entangled dragon's breath of red, blue, and green colors was sprayed into the sky from Sarlayan's mouth, hitting the Hellfire meteorite that was still falling at high speed without any bias.
Due to the gap in power level, the dragon's breath spouted by Sarlayan failed to shatter the meteorite in the air, but this was not his purpose in the first place.
Impacted by the three-color dragon's breath, the meteorite that was originally aiming to fall inevitably deviated from its trajectory, and under the control of Sarlayan, it hit the back of Aneseron, which was difficult to take care of.
When Anasseron broke away from Valeera's attack and tried to readjust its trajectory, it was already too late.
"Boom!"
The huge siege hellfire formed in a circle hit Anasseron about ten meters behind. The shock wave generated when the large mass object landed knocked Anasseron, who was already unsteady on his feet, flying away.
Sarlayan and Valeera, who were well prepared, found two big trees to hide in advance. They watched with their own eyes as Anasseron was blown away by the hellfire in a panic, with a ferocious expression on his face as he bared his teeth and claws in mid-air, trying to control his posture.
"Let's go!"
Facing a relentless enemy like the Burning Legion, Sarlayan never knew what it meant to be merciful.
Seeing Anasseron rolling uncontrollably in the air, he raised his hand and threw the other Varajar war sword.
The whirling artifact sword opened a large gap in Aneseron's left wing, green blood mixed with evil energy sprayed out, and all the plants that were splashed began to wither quickly.
"Gah!" Sarlayan smacked his lips in displeasure: "Fighting these guys in Azeroth is too polluting the environment. It will be a loss whether you win or lose."
Valeela chuckled and suggested: "Then next time, let's advance the battlefield to the devil's lair. Anyway, if it's broken, we don't have to worry about repairing it."
"Good idea, but now..."
Before Anasseron, who was about to explode with anger, adjusted his posture and landed on the ground, Sarlayan raised his hands and stretched them into the air.
After receiving the summons from its master, the spiritual War Sword of Valarjar automatically flew back to Sharlayan's hands in a swirling circle.
"Just give it up when you're ready. The time we've bought should be enough. Come on, please give it a try!"
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