After inheriting the royal sword [Quel 'Zalam], Turalyan's personal strength had risen to the peak, but he still gave everyone the impression that he was a wise general. This was because he was born at the wrong time, and there was still Duque, who was even more powerful in battle, above him. But it was true that he rarely cursed or lost his composure.
This time, he really lost his composure.
In fact, it was not only him, even many of the Alliance's high-ranking officers could not believe their eyes.
Kudran, who was riding the Griffin King Scarlet in the sky, felt depressed for the first time, muttering: "Duque! You're a bastard! How can I boast about being the Alliance's number one Aerial Knight in the future! "
The black behemoth flying at high speed from afar was almost the size of a bunker, and the flowing flames under its wings were like a cloud of fire. The turbulence it set off carried with it a blazing golden light, as if it was a blacksmith. As it swept through the sky at high speed, it seemed as if it had been set on fire, drawing a long continuous line of fire.
The Alliance's warriors in the Watchtower were surprised by its size and power, but the big shots in the Alliance who were familiar with it were more concerned about her identity.
After all, less than two months ago, many people had just fought with her to the death.
On the ground, a captain of the Dalajan Wizard Legion raised his head and stared at the hole in the black behemoth's wing. Although the hole had begun to heal and become smaller, its location would not change.
"Oh my god! That's … the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, right? "
"Onyxia?" A Blood Elf Ranger in charge of protecting the captain was stunned: "Isn't she the protagonist of Bloody Valentine? I heard that she has been sealed by Sir Marcus! Why … is she wearing armor? And it's the emblem of the Marcus Family? "
Yes!
Onyxia seemed to have followed in her father's footsteps, installing a lot of high-strength mithril armor on her body. Of course, this was not because she had gone overboard like her father and almost self-destructed, and was forced to use high-strength alloys to fix her body to prevent it from falling apart.
This was purely because Duque saw that her injuries had not fully healed, so before he left, he used the metal stored in Karazhan and made her a set of armor with mediocre craftsmanship to cover her unhealed body parts.
That's right, she was the 'army of thousands' that Duque had handed over to Turayan!
As if it had heard the whispers of the guards on top of the Watchtower, its glistening yellow vertical pupils swept across the Watchtower. In the next second, the huge dragon mouth let out a furious dragon roar at the guards in the direction of the Watchtower.
"Roar —"
Tens of thousands of soldiers subconsciously shrank back, and some of the more timid ones even closed their eyes, waiting for the terrifying dragon breath that might descend.
However, there was nothing.
Onyxia seemed to shout out of boredom, and then without looking back, she directly approached the Demon Lord that resembled Kazakh in the air at high speed.
To unfamiliar species, other races all looked the same. As someone who had fought against Kazak before, Turalyon knew that this guy wasn't Kazak, but a third-rate Apocalypse Lord. And the only thing that guy was proud of was his ability to fly.
Seeing Onyxia approaching, the guy panicked, and the first thing he opened his mouth was a paragraph of dragon language, "Wait! The Burning Legion has an agreement with your brother Nefarian! "
Who knew that Onyxia would become even angrier, and she replied in the common language, "Bastard! When I was being tortured by Duque, where was my good brother? Besides, he is him! I am me! "
After saying that, regardless of the consequences, she continued to approach the Apocalypse Lord at high speed.
Since the ancient war ten thousand years ago, the dragons and the Apocalypse Guards of the Burning Legion could be said to know each other very well.
In a pure one-on-one aerial battle, the flexibility and mobility of the dragons of the same level were definitely above the Apocalypse Guards. The Apocalypse Guards could only rely on numbers.
This Apocalypse Lord was in trouble, and in one breath, it shot out a huge cluster of shadow arrows. Then a scene that left everyone dumbfounded happened.
With her equally huge body, Onyxia put on a good show of "God's Evasion"!
Her long neck and streamlined body were like a snake, weaving through the shadow arrow rain at high speed, occasionally taking one or two shadow arrows, but she did not seem to mind at all.
In the blink of an eye, Onyxia had already passed through the Apocalypse Lord's three consecutive Shadow Arrow Volleys and arrived behind the Apocalypse Lord.
"Don't look down on the Burning Legion!" the Apocalypse Lord shouted.
"No! I'm just looking down on you, "the Black Dragon Princess coldly said.
Burning with flames, the huge beheading sword that was at least two stories tall slashed out an arc of light in the void. Onyxia responded by braking beautifully in the air, dodging the attack with her upper body. Then, the terrifying dragon tail that could split mountains and split rocks was like a meteor hammer, drawing a black arc in the air and smashing into the back of the Doomsday Lord at an even faster speed.
"Ugh …" The Apocalypse Lord whimpered, and then turned into a cannonball, crashing into the empty space less than a hundred meters in front of Turalyon.
"Well done!" Turalyon and Kudran said in unison.
The Apocalypse Lord seemed to be very clear about the strength of his land battle. Ignoring his dizziness, he shot a bunch of Shadow Arrows in Onyxia's direction, then tried his best to flap his wings and fly away.
Just when Turalyon and Kudran had not arrived, and the Black Dragon Princess was temporarily avoided, a golden pillar of fire descended from the sky and landed on the Apocalypse Lord's head.
A domineering, majestic, and sonorous female voice rang out, "Evil shall be purified …"
"Such an exaggerated [Sacred Fire]?" Turalyon turned his head in shock.
A huge portal had just opened on the edge of the battlefield, and then a female giant that was at least three or four stories tall, wrapped in holy light, came out of the portal. She had just raised her huge palm.
Turalyon knew who she was.
She must be the Saintess of Karazhan that Tirion and Gavin Rad had mentioned.
Turalyon was overjoyed. He raised his divine sword high and shouted, "Destroy evil!"
Turalyon and the Saintess of Chastity formed a perfect joint attack, but Onyxia obviously kept her distance from them. If she did not occasionally attack the Apocalypse Lord who was trying to fly back, one would really think that she was just a bystander.
Turalyon suddenly smiled bitterly. It seemed that this female black dragon had regarded herself as part of the evil camp.
But that was not important. It was enough to restrain the flying Demon Lord.
Losing its only advantage, the Apocalypse Lord's fate was decided.
After taking care of the demon leader, the Burning Legion's attack naturally failed. Onyxia turned around and was about to leave when Turalyon suddenly shouted, "Wait! The Watchtower needs your strength! "
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