Chapter 1584: The dragon is not the older the stronger
"It's over."
On the airship, Zhu Talan's eyes darkened, he clung to the railing and almost fell down.
Chen Stormstout punched a nearby tree and sighed, feeling his own powerlessness.
The sacred dragon Fordring leaned towards Sylvanas who was immersed in the dance, and said jokingly with his eyes:
"Dark Queen Sylvanas, you were once honored to be eaten by Thrall and serve the great orcs. What are you doing now? Have you forgotten your original intention?"
Afterwards, Fording glared at Chen Stormstout who was hiding nearby:
"And you, betrayed those dirty and stupid pandaren to the orcs. I thought you and I were on the same page. We once swore to rid Azeroth of the lower life forms and make it a paradise for the orcs, but you
What have you done, are you worthy of your conscience?"
Fording spread out a pair of huge dragon wings, covering the sky:
"Among the betrayers, only I remain loyal to the orcs. Only I am the savior of Azeroth. The orcs are the only hope for Azeroth."
Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout were silent. In the face of absolute power, all morals and laws have lost their meaning. After all, history is written by the victors.
No matter how many evil deeds he has done, thousands of years later, history will only sing praises to the victor. Fordring is still a great hero and hero of Azeroth.
Fording aimed at Sylvanas, opened his huge mouth, and was about to spit out dragon breath.
"Dance, jump, dance to the splendor of you and me, come on, be happy, don't let this wonderful time live up to you."
An untimely voice sounded, Fording's dragon breath was interrupted, and a pair of dragon eyes looked down angrily.
On Theramore Island, countless skeletons danced to the music. Among them, there was a skeleton that was different. Standing on a high point in the ruins, a large group of skeletons gathered around him. The rhythm of the dance was different.
It's more wild and unrestrained than Sylvanas' dance.
The skull's eyes were glowing red and it was humming strange songs.
"A little skeleton dares to stop the great savior, and he is overestimating his capabilities."
Fording spit out a spear of holy light from his mouth, and disappeared before it touched the small fire-eyed skeleton, as if there was a mysterious shield protecting him.
"Who is he?" Krasus, who was not far away, noticed the abnormality of the little skeleton and asked curiously.
Robbie replied: "Razor Heights, Fireeye Mordreth."
Crassus thought for a long time before he vaguely recalled this inconspicuous name and said strangely:
"I remember that he had already been killed by adventurers along with the Ice King Armennar."
Robbie shrugged and said: "Razor Heights is a cash machine for adventurers. In the early years, a necromancer in the Magic District of the Undercity issued a mission to kill Amennar. In just six months, the adventurers brought back tens of thousands of Amennar.
Gnar's head, and all were rewarded."
Krasus looked surprised: "How could such a thing happen? Doesn't Sylvanas know about it?"
Robbie laughed and said: "Sylvanas has limited energy and cannot cover everything. This matter was secretly manipulated by the Dread Lord Varimathras, who enriched his own pockets and made a lot of money. In fact, Razor Highlands has never
It was captured."
I thought that there was no need to question the loyalty of the undead, but it turned out that there was also evil hidden in it. Crassus was surprised and said:
"How can Fire-Eye Modres be Fording's opponent?"
Robbie said mysteriously: "Don't be fooled by the adventurers' lies, Modres is very strong."
Seeing that the spear of holy light had no effect, Fording couldn't figure out what was going on. He guessed that the other party had a way to restrain the holy light, and stretched out his dragon claws to grab Modres.
Bang!
Fording's front paws smashed the commanding heights, causing dust to fly, but he caught it all. Fire-eyed Modres and his dancing skeleton appeared on Fording's back, still dancing to their heart's content.
"How dare you jump on my back." Fording's back cracked, and a large group of Holy Light aberrations appeared, pounced on the dancing skeleton, and Fording began to roll.
The strange thing is that the Holy Light aberrations were also infected and danced with Modres, unable to get rid of them no matter how they rolled.
Fording was furious, his body turned over, and his back hit the ground hard.
The expected collision did not occur. A black bone arm stretched out from the ground, and its front paws held Fording's back.
Fire-eyed Modres stopped dancing and said with a smile:
"Fording, among the heroes of Azeroth, you are the one I hate the most. The reason why you want to promote the orcs is because without the orcs, you are a traitor to mankind, an incompetent lord, and you cannot face your own cowardice.
, we can only survive by relying on the pity of the orcs."
The ground cracked, and a huge black skeletal dragon emerged. The surface of its body was covered with a layer of black mist, exuding a strong aura of death, and its body was even larger than Fording.
The fire-eyed Modres turned into a red light and entered the forehead of the black skeletal dragon, lighting up his eyes.
The giant skeletal dragon stretched out another huge claw and grabbed Fording's head, then rolled its body, and the two sides reversed their positions. The huge dragon body pressed Fording tightly and pressed him to the ground.
Not far away, Khadgar was completely stunned. The black dragon had a streamlined body, with all its bones intact, exuding a poignant beauty of death.
"Let me think about it, there are records of this giant dragon in the history of Dalaran." Khadgar summoned several ancient books and flipped through them in a panic.
The black skeletal dragon grabbed Fording's head and smashed it to the ground repeatedly. Fording groaned in pain, and the Holy Light he relied on was unable to help him.
Krasus widened his eyes and whispered: "I know the origin of this dragon. In the era of the ancestor dragon Galakrond, Azeroth was not the only five-color dragon. The skeleton dragon representing death was active in
In the northern lands, their leader is the undead dragon Klamatha, and even Deathwing is no match for her."
Robbie replied: "You have the wrong person. He is not Kramasha."
"Except for the undead dragon Kramasa, I can't think of anyone else with such strength." Krasus insisted.
Robbie answered affirmatively: "He is Fire-Eye Modres, not any giant dragon you know. Dragons are not more powerful the older they are."
The black skeleton dragon achieved an overwhelming victory. After violent collisions, cracks appeared in Fording's skull, and milky white mysterious energy flowed out. The claws of the skeleton dragon were sharp and tore off Fording's wings.
Fording begged painfully: "Don't kill me, I surrender, I am willing to be your slave."
The black skeleton dragon made a low voice: "Fording, tell me, who ordered you to come?"
Fording hesitated to speak, but the black skeleton dragon tore open his chest, removed the ribs one by one, grabbed his heart, and threatened:
"If you don't want to lose your heart, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise I will destroy your soul."
Fording begged painfully: "I don't want to know who it is. That mysterious existence entered my dream. He is too powerful and can kill me at any time."
"Your heart tells me you are lying."
At this moment, Khadgar found the answer in a book and said with great joy:
"According to the ancient books of the upper elf, Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king, was threatened by a giant dragon and had to sacrifice most of his collection to escape with his life."