What Wo Jin didn't know was that Vaelastrasz was originally a powerful Ancient Red Dragon. He was originally instructed by the Red Dragon Queen to spy on Nefarian, who was causing trouble in the Blackrock Spire.
Unfortunately, the Red Dragon Clan was clearly not made for covert operations.
The Black Dragons were.
This was like asking a burly Tauren to be a Bandit and steal the wallet of a sneaky Night Elf Bandit. The outcome was naturally as hilarious as it could get.
In the end, Vaelastrasz was ambushed by the Black Dragon King, Nefarian, and was brainwashed by Nefarian's evil magic.
Yes! It was like the whisper of the Ancient God N 'Zoth.
Vaelastrasz had fallen. Even though he seemed to still have his own will, his body had already carried out Nefarian's orders to hunt down the Horde.
That's right! The Horde's early attack was very successful. Their elite troops almost captured the entire Blackrock Spire and almost killed the great traitor of the Horde, Rend Blackhand.
Just a little bit more!
Rend fled to another place called Blackwing's Nest in a panic, and the Horde elites led by Grom chased after him. Then, all of a sudden, he encountered this powerful and terrifying Immemorial Red Dragon.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, the huge and oppressive body of the Red Dragon suddenly appeared. Vaelastrasz's first dragon breath severely injured the Tauren chief Cairne Bloodhoof, who was at the front, followed by Grom and Varrock Salufar.
Wo Jin was forced to lead everyone to retreat.
If Wo Jin was a traveler with the surname Du, he would have retreated immediately. Because even though he was seriously injured in the ambush and only had one-third of his HP left, Vaelastrasz still had nearly twice the HP of Baron Geddon, who was killed by Duque not long ago.
And the fallen Vaelastrasz was originally the most famous "Gold Recycling Machine" in the game. This was because he had caused countless teams to be wiped out in front of him. He had made players kneel at his feet and had their progress blocked to the point where they wished they were dead. Countless guilds had disbanded because of this.
He was both a super boss and an existence that carried the resentment of countless players.
At this moment, in a place with no cover, they encountered a terrifying Crimson Dragon that was half a step into the Demigod Realm. Even the strong-willed Wo Jin and Grom could not help but feel despair.
Grom suddenly sighed dejectedly. "Ah, Woking! I really want to see the day when the tribe is truly revived! "
Wo Jin smiled bitterly, "Me too …"
Was this the darkness caused by the loss of all the flags?
Was this the last sound of the tribal horn?
Or was it the despair of having no way out?
The sky was so bleak that not a single cloud could be seen.
The land was barren and lifeless.
Looking in all directions, he could not see the slightest bit of hope.
Grom stared blankly at the sky. "Bastard Duque, I don't want to owe you a debt in hell!"
All of a sudden, Lord Howl felt as if he had seen something in the sky above him.
Is that a black dot?
Or is it a bloodstain left on his eyeball?
Grom struggled to open his eyes and was shocked to find that the black dot seemed to be growing at an unimaginable speed. In less than a second, it became a behemoth that occupied his entire field of vision.
"This is …"
"Roar —" A dragon's roar that seemed to come from ancient times shook the eardrums of every tribal warrior.
Wo Jin raised his head in shock and glanced at it, then closed his eyes in pain.
Because that was the color of the enemy — black!
No one knew how many warriors of the tribes had died under the claws and mouths of those young dragons with black wings.
"Crimson Dragon and Black Dragon, does the goddess of fate think that we are not dying fast enough?"
Suddenly, Wo Jin laughed wildly. His laughter was full of desolation. His two white curved tusks trembled under the sun, as if he was laughing at himself.
At the very last moment, a shocking change that none of the warriors of the tribe had expected happened without any warning.
"Roar — You!? Onyxia? Why are you … "
"Foolish degenerate! You don't deserve to call my name! "
Onyxia? Everyone in the tribe was dumbfounded. In their memory, wasn't this female Black Dragon who stirred up trouble in Stormwind City and almost made it to the upper echelons of the Alliance sealed by Duque?
Without giving them the time to react, the two ancient dragons, one red and one black, who were definitely the largest in terms of size, actually started fighting fiercely in the sky behind the tribe's small team.
The fallen red dragon, Varastaz, spat a mouthful of Dragon Breath at Onyxia. Unexpectedly, the black dragon, who seemed to be injured as well, nimbly dodged to the side, perfectly dodging the flames of the Dragon Breath.
Even though the Fallen Red Dragon had turned its long snake-shaped neck to face the Black Dragon Princess halfway, the Black Dragon Princess still dodged the dragon's breath as if she had foreseen it.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Crimson Dragon had yet to recover from the aftershock of the dragon's breath, Onyxia, who was also a dragon, knew the weaknesses of her kind the best, and seized this rare opportunity to suddenly accelerate to the extreme. Her back was almost touching Vaelastrasz's lower abdomen, and her claws swept past.
In a battle between dragons, it was absolutely a taboo to send one's back to the enemy's claws. However, if there was a powerful dragon knight on the dragon's back, then it was a different story.
A golden holy light that could not be emitted from the Black Dragon suddenly dazzled the eyes of everyone in the tribe.
"That's … Duque's Divine Sword?"
As old comrades, Grom, Wojin, and Kane, who had just woken up from a coma, would never mistake it for someone else. As far as they knew, there were only three Divine-level swords in the Alliance. Perhaps they would mistake [Ashbringer] and [Quel 'Zaram], but they would never mistake Duque's [Dried Tofu]. Because Duque's Divine Sword was too sharp, completely different from the two door-like double-edged swords.
In that case, could it be …
The experts of the Horde suddenly realized that Onyxia, one of the core leaders of their former enemies, seemed to be on their side now.
This answer sounded ridiculous.
But it was extremely close to the truth!
Onyxia and Duque's cooperation had already severely injured Varastaz in the first attack.
"Onyxia! Thank you … Although I don't know why you are helping them, you have lightened my sins. " The Fallen Red Dragon sighed a little untimely as it began to retreat under the command of Nefarian's soul.
Duque pulled Onyxia's reins. "Stop chasing! You don't want to face your brother in this state! "
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