Since the ancient war thousands of years ago, the relationship between the four-color giant dragon and the black dragon has been very delicate. You can't just kill the black dragon on sight. After all, Neltharion is the only one who has jumped back, but generally speaking, you don't want to see them.
In addition, the Black Dragon tribe is engaged in trouble all day long, and it is very common for them to have a fight when they meet.
Onyxia and other black dragons are definitely not happy with dragons of other colors.
Now that I can beat the blue dragon to death in the name of justice, it feels very... fresh!
Justice cannot be just, this does not prevent the black dragons from pretending to be messengers of justice and killing the blue dragon.
Anyway, the current Blue Dragon King does not look at qualifications or medical records when recruiting younger brothers. Whoever is seriously ill will be favored.
Such a blue dragon can die without any heartache.
What makes people laugh the most is that the stupid blue dragon actually chose to launch a counterattack on a sunny and cloudless day.
In a plateau basin like Kaudala, the field of vision is extremely broad at high altitudes.
The barrage of countless anti-aircraft shells, coupled with the scene of thousands of dragons falling, together form a magnificent picture.
With the Demonic Nexus emitting blue light waves as the background, the scattered limb fragments and blood of the blue dragon seemed to cast a sad and beautiful twilight over the Demonic Network Tower.
The remaining cannonballs hit the energy shield of the Demonic Hub, creating hazy energy waves that looked like an impressionistic oil painting.
The centerpiece of this painting is a swooping blue dragon.
During the War of the Ancients, Malygos's wife died, almost all of his direct children died, and most of the most powerful ancient dragons died.
There are only a handful of ancient dragons with names.
The message that came to me at this time was beyond McDonald's expectation. The system actually showed that his name was [Screer].
It feels a bit strange to play McDonald, who comes from the league.
This blue dragon is very brave. Even though the ordinary 88-meter cannon could not hurt him, it resisted the continuous firing of the Flak 128mm cannon on the giant anti-aircraft turret. With its body covered in blood, it relied on intuition to kill the command tower.
side.
A giant dragon more than 30 meters long swooped down with the cannonballs, and watched the cannonballs explode on him, splattering with tragic blood. The feeling was really shocking.
pity……
"That's it!" A flash of light that was different from the magic element on the blue dragon suddenly appeared on the dragon's back.
That slim yet fierce figure is clearly Maiev!
I saw the night elf heroine perform a beautiful stab in the back, and the next second, the dragon, which had been hit by multiple cannonballs and was scarred with wounds, let out a mournful cry.
That's an ode to death!
That's the end of madness!
That is a sigh of despair!
Finally, it flapped its tattered wings, and at the last second of its life, it pulled its paw onto the outer wall of the air defense control tower.
At that moment, many soldiers were shocked.
In their eyes, the solid outer wall that could not be damaged by cannons finally showed obvious scars.
A long crack, one meter deep and ten meters long, appeared on the outer wall of the bunker.
In front of the exposed scars of the steel bars, a broken blue dragon became the best background.
This picture...
"That's great!" Looking at the image coming from the magic eye on the outside of the command bunker, McDonald held a glass of lemonade with ice in a goblet and raised his glass to the brave and twitchy blue dragon.
The atmosphere suddenly became elegant.
As the last flying blue object in the sky fell, the entire battlefield finally fell silent.
Lor'themar walked over gracefully, bowed slightly and said nothing. He was representing all the generals and staff, waiting for further instructions from McDonald.
"Take a break! Level 2 alert!" McDonald took a sip of Kuole and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Aren't you worried about Malygos jumping over the wall?" Alleria asked.
"Since he is said to be a 'gou', as a dog, unless the kennel is dismantled, of course he will remain a 'gou' in the kennel." McDonald was so sure, giving the onlookers a look of "everything is under control",
Unrivaled sensory experience.
Onyxia looked up at him, feeling that her master's entire body was enveloped in a purple-blue aura and mystery called "Destiny", and even his figure became blurred.
She imagined that such a tall and powerful Dragon King was just a plaything in the eyes of his master, who could be slapped to death with a backhand. How could he not be so arrogant that he would shake her mind and worship him endlessly?
As expected, Malygos didn't even fart.
It seems that so many dragons and grandsons died outside, and it has nothing to do with him.
A little while later, a strange being wearing a three-point fiery red armor came to the battlefield.
The Alliance engineers were surprised by her existence and cast curious glances, but no one stopped her or asked a question. When they saw the military police in the distance waved their hands, they all pretended not to see her.
Alexstrasza in human form, and Krasus dressed as a master, looked around and sighed.
Everything you can see is dragon corpses that have fallen to the ground.
Regardless of whether it is a huge adult blue dragon, a relatively medium-sized baby dragon, or a young dragon that is not much bigger than a dog, they were all once part of the Wyrmrest Temple.
It has to be said that it is a great irony that he did not grow up to become a dragon that soared in the sky, did not fulfill his duty to protect the world, but died tragically here.
Especially knowing that these dragon corpses will be skinned and deboned, euphemistically called 'preventing the corpses from being used by the Scourge Legion to be made into ice dragons'. In fact, they will be made into special trophies, which are guaranteed to be available within two days.
See these azure scales on the front armor of the T-34.
"Alas! Let's go see McDonald." The queen ordered, and the little brother naturally obeyed.
"Yes!" Crassus led the way.
In the end, the leader of the Longmian Alliance met the leaders of the alliance at the newly built Fearless Fortress.
With nearly 100,000 square meters of open space, the scene is quite interesting.
On one side is a tall and flexible Gundam series mecha.
On one side are three kinds of young dragons that snort from time to time and spray out various elements from their large nostrils.
By the way, the Black Dragon Legion stayed beside the mecha troops. These black dragons, which were generally larger in size, all had ill intentions. Well, they looked at the young ones on the opposite side led by a dozen adult dragons with hostility.
dragon.
When Alexstrasza in human form swayed past with one hand on her hips, she just glanced at the black dragons. Suddenly, all the black dragons lowered their heads silently and began to count the ants on the ground.
Stepping inside, at the gate of the military meeting hall of this brand-new fortress, the Red Dragon Queen said: "I'm here."
McDonald smiled slightly: "Welcome, Your Majesty Alexstrasza, and Ms. Chromie."
Naturally, McDonald would not ignore the little one who turned into a female dwarf next to the Red Dragon Queen.
Chromie, this dragon girl, is quite popular among the players.
"Hello, Lord Macdonald Stratholme." Chromie responded politely.
The two parties took their seats on both sides of a rectangular table that was fully fifteen meters long.
The Red Dragon Queen got straight to the point: "Dragonmian Temple is busy dealing with the increasingly rampant demon army in the void battlefield, and cannot spare much combat power. What you see now is all we can provide."
"That's enough. All the alliance needs is the attitude of Wyrmrest Temple!"
