Nefarian's heart was filled with unease.
The dragon beast that he was so proud of was easily defeated. The Alliance's cautiousness made it so that the dragons did not cause any substantial damage. He thought that the Alliance's strategy of trading space for time was just a last-ditch struggle. Now, in the magic mirror, the corpses of the dragons all over the mountains were a slap in his face.
His invention was not even worth mentioning in Duque's eyes.
Fear gripped his heart.
Victory could cover up everything.
Failure could make all the uneasiness and fear emerge.
Seeing Duque slaughtering his dragons like pigs with a strange spiral sword, no matter how calm Nefarian was, he could not help but think of the fate of his father and sister.
His father, who was better at fighting than him, was once insufferably arrogant and dominated the planet Azeroth for tens of thousands of years. However, his father's dragon head was already hung in the Dragon Sleep Temple, and even his soul was being punished by his ancestors in the Dragon Sleep Temple.
His sister, who was more cunning than him, was still in Stormwind City not long ago and almost stole the supreme power of Stormwind City. Now? At night, she shamelessly submitted to a human and was ridden by him to enjoy his pleasure. During the day, she was also ridden. She dominated the world as a humble mount.
The human Nefarian walked down from his throne and paced back and forth.
He was thinking about all the possibilities.
At this moment, a strong yet weak existence suddenly broke into his domain. He almost immediately sensed the other party's intrusion.
He said it was strong because the other party's soul was extremely condensed. He could easily sense that kind of Commander-level aura that was not deliberately suppressed.
He said it was weak because the other party did not seem to have a physical body. It was just an unimportant projection.
Nefarian frowned, turned around, and stepped onto the throne. He said loudly, "Come out."
An extremely beautiful and coquettish woman stepped out of the void. With curved horns, black bat wings, a nimble black tail, and typical hooves, she grandly showed her identity to Nefarian.
"Burning Legion Beginner Void Lord Alesse greets you, great Dark Dragon King."
Nefarian narrowed his eyes. He did not have the slightest good impression of this Demon Lord's visit. That's right, black dragons were just that unsociable. They didn't like their brethren of other colors, and they hated demons even more.
"If you have something to say, say it. I'm in a hurry to do the experiment, "Nefarian said, displaying his geek nature.
"Hehe! Now that the Alliance is about to kill their way to your throne? "Aures smiled seductively. She put her hands on her hips, showing off her beautiful S-shaped curves.
"Hmph!" Nefarian's face was cold.
Noticing that Nefarian's patience was reaching its limit, Aureus chuckled and said, "The great Lord Kil 'jaeden already has a plan to dismember that damned alliance. All you need to do is not to be defeated by Duke Marcus so quickly. Or, after you are defeated, you must be willing to escape this place that will send you to hell. As long as you're alive, those mortals won't be able to sleep well. Hehehehe! "
"Bastard!" Nefarian suddenly flicked his finger and a black flame shot across the void and landed on Aures's body like a bolt of lightning.
Aures was instantly burned to ashes, but so what?
The cunning female Evil Demon, from the beginning to the end, she had only sent a menacing phantom into the room. It was not even a doppelganger.
Nefarian was very unhappy! He was so unhappy that he was about to explode like a volcano!
"Bastard demon! What do you think I, the King of the Black Dragons, am!? Damn it — "
Three seconds later, the entire Blackrock Tower was suddenly filled with a terrifying dragon roar that could split the earth and mountains.
"Roar —"
In the Blackwing's Nest, every single dragon revealed a horrified expression. Every Black Iron Dwarf craftsman and every Blackwing Goblin craftsman either hugged their heads and fled, or knelt on the ground and trembled. No one knew why their master, the King of the Black Dragons, Nefarian, was suddenly so angry!
At the highest level of Blackwing's Nest, Nefarian sat on the throne that the most outstanding Goblin Technician had made for him. Nefarian panted heavily.
He was forcing himself to calm down. This was purely for the sake of calmness, for the sake of calmness.
A voice responded to his call in his spiritual sea.
This will was so powerful that even though Nefarian knew that the other party was just a divine thought, as a demigod, he still had a terrible illusion that he couldn't even resist the other party's divine thought.
"Hehe, are you finally willing to call me?"
"I agree to the conditions you mentioned last time. I will offer my sister, the purest Princess of the Black Dragons, Onyxia, as a sacrifice, "Nefarian said in a low voice.
"Hehehe! Your so-called sacrificial offering isn't in your hands! Offering something that doesn't belong to you as a sacrifice, are you kidding me? I have endless time to wait, but it doesn't mean that I am willing to wait for endless time. Within a hundred days, I want to see my sacrifice. If I don't see it, you know the price … "
Nefarian trembled all over and finally gritted his teeth. "You will see it!"
"Very good! You will get what you want. "The voice finished the last note and floated away.
At this moment, on the battlefield in the Barren Land, the Alliance was cleaning up the battlefield.
The ferocious group of Dragon Beasts had long been slaughtered to pieces. Although these terrible monsters still launched a desperate attack on the Alliance Army, they could no longer cause any large-scale damage.
After the Dwarves' most elite royal secret room guards activated [Deity's Descent], they carried the berserk dragons, and then a group of Mages concentrated their attacks.
Of course, there were more exaggerated ways to fight.
"Wahahaha! Die, die- "As Duque's mount, a certain princess made a lightning raid, fell from the sky, with sharp and huge dragon claws, grabbed the necks of two dragons in one breath, and then with a flap of her wings, climbed rapidly, and finally dropped the dragons at a height of more than 500 meters, playing free fall.
Dragons were not giant dragons, they had no ability to fly.
So what if their resistance was high?
Their own weight, coupled with the acceleration of gravity, was the most terrible killer.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "Every fall of a dragon was bound to hit a number of dragons as a cushion. If they were hit, it would be a bloody mess, and several corpses would be broken into pieces, indistinguishable from each other.
It seemed that Onyxia was addicted to playing with air-dropped dragon bombs.
"Hehe! Master! Am I not awesome!? " In the face of the Princess of the Black Dragon asking for credit, Duque always felt that her flight trajectory was' funny 'for a while, and' B 'for a while, but he could not discourage her enthusiasm, so he could only say, "Not bad, not bad"!
At this moment, Duque suddenly felt an inexplicable fear!
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