After stepping into the threshold of a demigod, as long as Sharlayan wants to and has the conditions, it is not difficult to make a big move like today.
But when fighting other demigods with similar strength, this is actually not practical.
The reason is simple: it has been accumulated for too long.
The principle of the Vrykul's harpoon cannon is similar to that of a ballista, but due to poor craftsmanship, the effective killing range of this thing is far inferior to that of the well-made Quel'Thalas ballistae.
According to the ordnance production standards of Quel'Thalas, the maximum range of a ballista can usually reach 500 meters, and the effective killing range is at least 300 meters.
This is because Quel'Thalas has not invested much energy in iterative research and development of ballistae. After all, Quel'Thalas' main heavy weapons are now various types of magic cannons that are more in line with the usage habits of the high elves.
Due to insufficient technical level, the maximum range of the Vrykul's harpoon cannon is only about 300 meters.
When launched into the air, due to the gravity of Azeroth, the effective killing range is only 100 meters at most.
If Sharlayan chooses to breathe ordinary dragon breath close to the ground, he may indeed be beaten from the sky by the vrykul... just like fighting Kalecgos.
With such a lesson learned from the past, Sarlayan definitely does not want to be included in the dragon clan's embarrassing collection.
Considering the Vrykul Nala's weapon-making skills, Sarlayan chose to hover at an altitude of 300 meters and was ready to dodge at any time.
Facts have proved that Sarlayan still overestimated the power of the harpoon cannon.
Since the vrykul's weapons cannot threaten him, Sharlayan can calmly accumulate power in the sky.
This dragon's breath ball that destroyed the entire Vrykul military camp had been brewing for a full minute. If it were an evenly matched actual battle, the enemy would not stupidly wait for Sarlayan to finish charging up, and would only use this kind of cruel attack.
Use it under the environment.
"Um?"
Just when Sarlayan was about to turn around and leave to return to Queen Brita, he keenly noticed a weak fluctuation through his vitality perception.
"Ha~ life is pretty tough."
The sharp dragon boy stared at the outer corner of the pit. This time, Sarlayan did not plan to float in the sky and bomb, but folded his wings and dived down to quickly approach the ground.
"Wow!"
When approaching the target, Sarlayan suddenly flipped 360° backwards in mid-air, and the dragon's tail like a steel whip struck the ground with great force.
"Well!"
A dull groan of pain came from the soil, and a gap soon appeared on the ground. A strong Vrykul man with blood on his face lay weakly on the edge of the hole, panting.
Sarlayan, who turned back to the front in the air, asked with a low voice in dragon form with a joking face: "Skovard?"
"Huh...huh..."
Suffering two heavy blows in succession, the Vrykul who narrowly escaped was already on his deathbed, but he still stared at the giant dragon in the sky unwillingly.
"Who...are you? Why are you targeting me like this!"
"Hmph~"
Sarlayan smiled disdainfully: "This is the promise I made to Queen Britta a few years ago. You don't need to know too much. You can fall into the abyss of Hell with peace of mind."
In the traditional culture of the Vrykul, the Abyss is the "hell" where people who have committed many sins during their lifetimes go, and the Hall of Valor is the destination after death that most Vrykul dream of.
The Hell Abyss, originally controlled by Hela, has long been integrated into the Blighted Realm that belongs exclusively to Sharlayan, but not many people know this information.
With Skovard's "feat" of patricide, if the Hades Abyss still exists, he will definitely be thrown into it and undergo endless torture... Of course, it is also possible that Hela will recruit him as a confidant.
"No……"
Skovard was so angry that he could no longer roar. It was not until the last moment of his life that this ruthless hero began to worry about what happened after him.
However, by now, it's too late.
Full of fear and unwillingness, with his internal organs shattered into pieces, Skovard took his last breath with his eyes wide open.
Sarlayan saw with his own eyes Skovald's soul screaming and trying to escape.
But it was all in vain. Sarlayan, who had not yet returned to his human form, caught him as soon as he fished it out.
"I told you, your father-killing bastard will only end up in the abyss of hell... or even worse."
Using his other claw to open the door to the Shadow Realm, Sarlayan "shaked" Skovard's soul in mid-air before stuffing him in.
"Accept the judgment of the arbiter honestly. A guy like you won't even have the chance to be thrown into Revendreth to atone for your sins. The Maw welcomes you."
"No!
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The stunned Skovard only had time to shout out his final wail before the door connecting the two worlds was mercilessly closed by Sarlayan.
"Hiss~"
Odin, who had been squatting in the Hall of Valor watching the whole show, gasped and subconsciously touched his strange beard that was like lava.
"Becoming a demigod in a mortal body, and being able to open a space door directly to the Shadow Realm at will... This kid's growth rate is really exaggerated."
"Is this what Tyr calls the mortal possibilities?"
Thinking of Tyr who had long since fallen, Odin sighed secretly.
Among all the generals under Odin, the gentle Tyr is the most at odds with the upright Odin. However, Tyr is also the most powerful among the Titan Guardians besides Odin and Laden.
Although Odin despises all flesh and blood creatures, including dragons, as long as he is not hot-headed, he is pretty good to his fellow Titan creations, and he also feels very sorry for Tyr's untimely death.
After the last battle against Hela, Odin came into contact with Sarlayan. During the years when the Hall of Valor was sealed, Sarlayan told him many major events that happened in Azeroth.
At that time, Sarlayan's strength was considered good among mortals, but from Odin's perspective, he was not considered a special individual worthy of his attention.
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As early as many years ago, Tyr had mentioned the possibility and potential of mortals when he tried to persuade Odin to agree to petition the Pantheon for the meritorious service of the ancestral dragon king.
Odin, who had already got into trouble at that time, did not listen to these words at all, which resulted in a series of subsequent bitter consequences.
After being locked away in the Hall of Valor and reflecting for many years, Odin's original fiery temper finally calmed down. After calming down, he recalled the many golden words that Tyr left behind.
King Al of the Val'kyr half-knelt beside Odin and asked: "Dear chief administrator, do you need me to personally invite him to the Hall of Valor?"
"Need not."
Odin, who was withdrawn from his memories, waved his hand, strode back to his throne and sat down firmly.
"If I'm not wrong, the boy came to Stormheim this time just to talk to me about something, and it was just a matter of course to deal with the internal strife in the Tide Wave Clan."
"Wait patiently." Odin turned to look in the direction of the Kalimdor continent: "The Forge of Origin has restarted, and the Nalaksha Engine and the Creator Engine have entered full power operation. I'm afraid a war is just around the corner.
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"Anyway, I can't get involved until the seal is lifted. Let's see who can have the last laugh in this civil war between the guardians."
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When Sarlayan returned to Hedashar carrying Skovard's lifeless body, Queen Breta did not feel the slightest bit sad about her son's death, but instead had a look of joy and relief on her face.
After confirming that her husband's revenge was avenged and throwing the body of the traitor Skovard to feed the wolves, Queen Britta soon fell into confusion about the future.
The average lifespan of the Vrykul is not much longer than that of their degraded descendants, humans. Queen Bretta, who is over 50 years old, has gradually entered her twilight years.
Four little beasts who joined forces to kill their father were killed one after another, and Queen Brita began to worry about the future development of the Chao Mie clan.
Sarlayan didn't care about this, shrugged and casually mentioned a bad idea.
"Since all the traitors are dead, how about another one to inherit the position of patriarch."
Queen Britta smiled bitterly and shook her head. As an experienced person, she had nothing to be taboo about in this regard.
"I suffered a lot of hidden injuries while fighting on the battlefield in my early years. At this age, even if someone is willing to cooperate, I can't guarantee that I will be able to survive."
"That's easy to say."
Sarlayan Qu pointed at Queen Brita and popped out a ball of emerald green light.
Unresponsive, Queen Britta watched the ball of light merge into her body, and a warm energy began to slowly flow through her body.
"Benefactor, what is this?"
"The force of life."
Sarlayan explained with a smile: "Just think of it as compensation for my delay in completing my promise. This life force will slowly heal your body."
"Although it cannot prolong your life, this power can at least ensure that you will have the same vitality as a young person before you die. It will definitely not be a problem to have several children."