The prototype of Nefarian was extremely majestic. Compared to him, Stellagosa was like a corgi compared to Alaska.
The black scales of the Black Dragon Prince reflect a dark light in the sunlight.
"Aha~ You should ask your father this question. The great black natural disaster, the fallen dragon king Deathwing. Ask him if he knows a troll who has been riding him for several days."
Tonatiu said loudly with a smile.
"I do not believe."
The expression on Nefarian's dragon face is not as human as in the human form.
However, the Black Dragon Prince obviously did not believe Natiu's words.
In the heart of the prince, the greatest person in the world must be his father.
What he fears most is his father.
Such a father.
How could it be possible to be ridden by a troll!!
The proud dragon clan hates the dragon knights who think about riding dragons all day long.
Nefarian began to take a deep breath, and the surrounding air was swept in by him, causing the prince's chest to swell visibly.
Smoke was blowing out of his nostrils, fire was coming out of his mouth, and his voice was booming:
"Burn, you miserable guys, burn! Turn to ashes in front of the black dragon's wrath!!!"
Immediately, terrifying flames poured down. The Black Dragon Prince began to breathe violently at a height that was difficult for Tonatiu to attack.
The flames contain curses and corrosion, which in a sense symbolize the blackness of the earth.
The breath of flames was so condensed that it almost turned into a jet, heading straight towards the place where Tonatiu, Modera and the others were.
"Atiesh!"
Modera scolded.
The legendary staff of the guardian was inserted into the ground in front of her, and a purple-blue light shield covered her and the mages.
Tonatiu's body felt the warmth of the breeze, and he was holding the Kingdom Breaker, ready to jump up and attack Nefarian with all his strength at the moment the breath that blocked his sight ended.
The Black Dragon Prince's breath does not last long, only a few seconds.
Wait until the breath ends.
Where Tonatiu stood, the grass had long been burned to ashes, and the soil and sand under the meadow had turned into small pieces like glass in the intense heat.
These small pieces of glass shine in the sunlight, reflecting a fascinating colorful luster.
The Troll King took a deep breath of the air with a strong sulfur smell and was about to take aim at the black dragon in the sky.
However, in the original place in the sky, Nefarian is nowhere to be found!
The huge body of the Black Dragon Prince has already moved far away and is leaving quickly.
Tonatiu: "..."
He thought there would be a hard fight, but it was difficult for him to understand why Nefarian suddenly ran away.
In fact, Nefarian's approach can only be regarded as normal operation for the Black Dragon and Deathwing family.
Among the five-color dragons, the fallen black dragons are definitely the most cautious and cunning ones.
Especially the Black Dragon King family, each one is more cautious than the other in the game plot.
Although they were obviously powerful, they never thought of crushing them directly.
Nefarian and his sister Onyxia, how they accomplished the tasks assigned by their father, were all done through conspiracy and deception.
Nefarian sneaked into Blackrock Mountain and controlled the Blackrock Orcs to achieve his own goals.
Onyxia lurks in Stormwind City, controlling the royal family and great nobles to bring chaos to the Kingdom of Stormwind and almost fall apart.
As a father, Deathwing's strength stands at the pinnacle of all Azeroth.
But he was even more skilled at conspiracy. The old dragon king, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, went to the court of Lordaeron to hang out with the human nobles, and he was extremely successful.
He even almost became Alsace’s brother-in-law!
If Ronin hadn't intervened, the throne of Lordaeron might not have been owned by the Menethil family.
It can be seen from the actions of all the black dragons that the black dragon clan is extremely cautious, so cautious that they do not put power first.
They like to use tricks!
In Tonatiu, he was able to ignore his own Shadow Flame and Breath, which were his two strongest attack methods.
Without a shred of information about Tonatiu, the best guess is that he may be the lover of Modera in the legend of Dalaran.
Nefarian chose to run away. Considering the character of the Black Dragon clan and the prince's usual way of doing things, it was simply in line with the Black Dragon's style.
In the heart of the black dragon.
This is not an escape.
This is just a strategic retreat!!
Nefarian flies extremely fast, so fast that it may be faster than Tonatiu's Nergigante.
In the blink of an eye.
When his huge body disappeared into the sky, Tonatiu, including those here, didn't even react.
"He just left like that?" Modera, who had put Atiesh away, walked over and looked in disbelief at the direction in which Nefarian disappeared.
"Maybe...should...probably...maybe...right?" Tonatiu wasn't very sure either.
The Black Dragon clan's style of doing things is only reflected in the game's conspiracy and depravity.
To truly face the various machinations and machinations of the black dragons, the ones who have experienced them the most in reality are probably other dragons.
The Troll King turned to the little blue dragon. Little Xingxing probably knew what he wanted to know.
"I heard my grandfather say that the black dragon clan is cruel and cunning, but very cautious. He will retreat, maybe because of caution?" Stellagosa said not very sure.
"but……"
An expression of pity flashed across Little Xingxing's beautiful face: "I have been secretly calculating the space coordinates around here. Give me some more time, and I can send the coordinates here to my grandpa."
"I think our brothers and sisters in the Blue Wing habitat would be very willing to round up a lone black dragon. My grandfather might also want to give the head of the Son of Deathwing to the King of Blue Dragons as a gift.
"
Tonatiu looked at her, but he didn't expect that she was silent and was already doing this kind of thing.
If we really let the old dragon come over and bring some strong young blue dragons, Nefarian might not be able to escape.
Although the Black Dragon Prince is very strong, Grandpa Little Star is not weak at all. With some helpers, Nefarian will be beaten to death unless he calls his father.
Maybe the Black Dragon Prince realized this?
Tonatiu wondered in his mind.
However, these conjectures were of no use, because Nefarian had already run away.
"Don't worry about the Black Dragon Prince for now." Tonatiu walked around Modera and looked at the hundreds of embarrassed human knights about a hundred yards away.
"We should discuss what to do with these guys!!"
About 100 yards away, in a clearing, on the flat ground at the mine entrance.
Hundreds of human cavalry were in a state of panic at this time, and the legendary mage's innate spell had just swept them away.
Hailstones the size of fists fell from the sky and hit their armor and horses.
The knights themselves were protected by armor. In addition to shivering from the cold on a hot day, they also suffered some bruises from being smashed.
But their war horses don't have much armor protection.
The cavalry themselves were not seriously injured. Almost all of their horses were injured, and half fell to the ground, lying on the wet grass, whining and screaming.
The rest didn't fall down and weren't much better.
Even if the knights wanted to run away, they would never be able to escape in this situation.
Modera, who was glowing all over and occasionally flashed with electricity, walked to his side.
"What do you want to do?" she asked her lover curiously, wanting to know how he planned to deal with these cavalry.
Tonatiu stuck the Kingdoms Breaker into the ground, raised his finger and pointed at the dark mine behind the cavalry.
"That's a mine. No matter whose it originally belonged to, it belongs to us now!" the Troll King said with a smile.
"The mine happens to be short of a few hundred miners. Look, aren't there just a few hundred ready-made miners here?"
"As for these mages..."
Tonatiu turned to the direction of the round-faced mage Anthony and others. The round-faced mage and his four companions had long been slumped on the ground shivering.
"You can let them serve as overseers and monitor these miners. But they have to sign a contract, a magical contract that cannot be broken."
