Sylvanas put the Dragon Soul into the magic backpack. As soon as she tied the bag, the dragon aura on the Dragon Soul immediately disappeared without a trace. Its breath was completely isolated by the magic backpack and escaped.
.
But at the same time, the three Yulin Blood Eagles also immediately felt the incomparable power. Suddenly, their movement speed increased several times, and they accelerated towards them.
Yulin Blood Eagle intuitively believed that it must be the original aura of the four-color Dragon King on the dragon soul that attracted that powerful force.
It must also be because of the disappearance of the four-color dragon king's aura leaking out of the dragon soul that the powerful force rushed toward them several times faster.
"Go into the woods! The opponent may be Deathwing, the black dragon king Neltharion!" Alleria shouted anxiously.
The three Yulin Blood Eagles immediately changed directions without hesitation, desperately urging their mounts to rush into the nearest dense forest as quickly as possible.
As soon as they entered the forest, Alleria hurriedly took out the scroll to return to the city, tore it open immediately and reminded Yulin Blood Eagle urgently: "Remove the transformation magic effect quickly!"
Although Yulin Blood Eagle couldn't figure out why Alleria was still distracted in reminding him to remove the transformation magic effect in such a hurry, he saw that both Alleria and Sylvanas were removing the transformation magic effect.
, naturally hurriedly evacuated without thinking or hesitating.
Now each of the three of them are very nervous, because what they sense now is not only one extremely powerful force approaching them quickly, but a whole five powerful forces coming towards them from different directions.
Get closer.
The power of these forces not only made Yulin Blood Eagle feel frightened, but also made the legendary masters Alleria and Sylvanas feel heart palpitations.
The magic of the transport scroll back to the city was activated very quickly. In just five seconds, a cylindrical white light pillar shot up into the sky. The three men and the three wolves instantly disappeared into the woods in the circular light pillar. A few seconds later
, the white light beam disappeared, and the forest returned to its original peace.
After one minute.
A huge black dragon above the woods let out a thunderous roar. The roar was so loud that even the earth and tall mountains felt trembling. The dense and green woods shivered under the wrath of the black dragon, and the leaves rustled.
sound.
"Despicable! Thief! Liar! I want you all to die!" The black dragon roared loudly, and balls of fierce flames sprayed from the dragon's mouth toward the woods.
The woods howled in pain amid the huge flames that were constantly spewed out from the mouth of the black dragon. Their branches and leaves crackled in the huge flames, as if the entire forest was screaming miserably.
After burning the forest, the black dragon was still angry and turned its attention to Grim Batol. Although he was too late to catch the thieves and liars on the spot, he could clearly see three people riding on them from a distance.
Orcs on wolf mounts, after they entered the woods, the woods lit up with the unique light of the scroll of return to the city.
They must have stolen the dragon soul, and the orcs must have become greedy when they saw the dragon soul! The black dragon was furious!
Although he arranged for his cronies to contact the orcs and guide the orcs to dig up the dragon soul, what the orcs did at this time was beyond his control, and it was not carried out according to its original plan.
It felt that the orcs were challenging its dignity, and it even felt that it had been deceived by the orcs, so the orcs who deceived it must pay the price.
Who is it? He is the former guardian of the earth, the black dragon king Neltharion. He is Deathwing, the strongest among the dragons. No one can deceive him, and those who dare to deceive him must pay the price.
Neltharion, the king of the black dragon, is arrogant, and his dignity will never allow this group of humble ants to challenge him, let alone allow these humble ants to live comfortably after challenging him.
It looked around at the four powerful forces that gathered at it at high speed, and blew out a hot breath from its nostrils.
Huh! What a bunch of haunted guys." Neltharion snorted disdainfully.
Then it flapped its huge black wings violently, flying towards Grim Batol with great power. And the woods behind him stirred even more with the huge wind caused by flapping its wings.
Heaven and earth are on fire.
"You humble ants how dare you deceive me!" Neltharion hovered over Grim Batol, and he let out a deafening roar: "How dare you hide the dragon soul! Hand it over! Otherwise
You all must die!"
The entire Grim Batol was trembling under Neltharion's roar, and the orcs in Grim Batol were running around in fear. There is nothing wrong with the orcs being powerful, but this powerful force
See who it is for.
Deathwing is not a god, but he is the dragon closest to a god. His abilities are enough to change the world, crack the earth, sink islands, and erupt volcanoes, all with a little effort. He is not just these in Grimm
The orcs of Baator can contend.
Neltharion circled twice over Grim Batol, but did not feel a trace of the dragon soul's breath. He felt even more anxious! He thought this was
The swarms of humble and greedy ants were reluctant to take out the artifact, the Dragon Soul, but he was in no mood to compete with the swarms of humble and greedy ants. He never had much patience, especially when faced with the swarms of humble and greedy ants.
What's more, now he feels that the four forces are getting closer and closer, and he has no time. Because he is too familiar with these four familiar forces. These four forces have been entangled with him for more than 10,000 years. They are not others.
, it is the Four-Colored Dragon King who has been chasing him everywhere for ten thousand years.
"Damn it! You humble ants, you must pay the price of death for your greed!" Neltharion roared angrily over Grim Batol: "You all must die!"
Neltharion let out a huge and angry roar while rushing down from high altitude towards Grim Batol Mansion.
It fell like a powerful meteor onto the tallest building in Grim Batol.
The huge tower rumblingly collapsed in half under its immense power, and Neltharion looked down like a mountain eagle at the panicked orcs running around headlessly like ants.
"Give me back the dragon soul!" Neltharion roared to the sky.
His huge roar echoed throughout the entire city of Grim Batol, causing dust to fall from the stone walls everywhere. However, the orcs were still running around in a hurry, but no one dared to pay attention to him?
"Roar!" Neltharion stood angrily on half of the tower, the dragon's mouth opened wide and wildly spewed huge and hot flames in all directions.