Chapter 1207
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After Duque and the rest rested, they quickly advanced into Blackwing's Nest.
A brainless Blackwing Goblin Technician?
One hit from the Firelord Hammer.
A tall dragon charging over with two swords?
First, use [Ashbringer] to cut off its legs, then use the Firelord Hammer to hammer it to death.
A large group of black dragon whelps flying over?
The Wind Sword directly activated its special effect, causing a tornado that dragged the whelps to the ground. Finally, the gangsters swarmed over … Hmm, a lot of dragon scales and dragon skin.
The more they advanced, the more uneasy Duque felt.
This was too abnormal.
If it was another enemy, perhaps Duque would think that the other party was shivering under the bed in the deepest part of the nest.
It was Nefarian, the chuunibyou geek. In Duque's imagination, after Nefarian found out about the existence of [Wrath of the Dragon], he would send his minions to attack the ten of them at all costs to buy time.
Nefarian did not make any additional arrangements. All of his defenses were the same as the Blackwing's Nest that Duque had seen countless times.
There must be a reason for this abnormality!
Duque did not advance at high speed. Instead, he slowed down.
Until the place where Chromaggus, who was supposed to be the Seventh, was …
"Gone!?"
'Three Natures of the Door God, Time and Ignite'. This phrase was regarded as a nightmarish legend among the players in the past, and it described how disgusting this place was.
The dragon of the Nature element, in addition to the disgusting [Time Lapse] skill of Ol 'Seven, had left a deep impression on Duque. If they did not get wiped out eight or ten times, they would not be able to say that they had conquered Blackwing's Nest.
Now that the most disgusting Boss in the entire Blackwing's Nest besides Nefarian and the little Red Dragon had disappeared for no reason, it was impossible for Duque not to be alarmed.
"Haha! Most likely that boastful black dragon is afraid of us dragon slayers! "Kane patted his chest and laughed.
His laughter resonated with everyone.
Powerful prey was always a man's most boastful achievement. Even a holy knight like Gavin Rad, who was supposed to be humble in theory, couldn't help but chop off a dragon's head and stuff it into his dimensional bag, much less the two chiefs and Magni.
The team was brimming with an atmosphere of overconfidence. Duque was keenly aware of this and tried to dissuade everyone, but all he got was a verbal warning to be careful.
Kane carried the totem pole and walked in front, while Grom tied his [Bloodhowl] to his back. As the rear guard, Gavin Rad carried his Wind Sword and whistled frivolously as he followed them.
[Wrath of the Colossal Dragon] was a great counter to the Black Dragon race.
It was so big that the heroes were a little off guard.
"If this was in an anime, it would be a death flag!" Duque said something that no one else understood.
When Duque and his party crossed the area where Chromaggus was, they noticed that the scenery in front of them had changed. Duque's expression suddenly changed.
The original style of Blackwing's Nest was rather bright. Even the lower levels, which were dimly lit, were filled with torches. After passing through this area, the scenery around them suddenly became scarlet.
If it was any other situation, Duque might have thought that Nefarian had a brain cramp and wanted to change the decorations to change his mood.
But was this the time for decorations?
Furthermore, this wasn't decorations at all. The aura of death was so thick that it was almost tangible.
Even though they were walking on the floor and looking at the blood-red background, everyone could clearly feel the traces of Nefarian's terrifying willpower.
The group of experts immediately put away their carefree attitude, and their faces were filled with seriousness.
Magni's loud voice was the first to ring out, "Hey! Duque! Is this guy really Nefarian? Didn't you say that this guy's level isn't that much lower than Onyxia's? Why do I feel like Big Brother is a few levels stronger than Little Sister? "
The group advanced in a tight formation. They should have reached the top level of the Blackrock Spire very quickly, but now there was an additional corridor of blood.
On both sides of the 20-meter-wide corridor were pools of blood that emitted a disgusting smell. Above the pools of blood were all kinds of monster specimens.
They were sealed in huge transparent glass-like containers. Some of them had already lost their lives, while others were slapping the walls that were strengthened by magic in vain, wailing in despair.
Duque could recognize some of them. For example, the giant magma worms that came from the Molten Core.
There were also some that he couldn't recognize at all.
There were also some that seemed to be stitched together from a human and a Dragonoid, similar to the Abominations of the Scourge Army. The only difference was that they were still alive.
Duque's hand was suddenly held by a small trembling hand. It was Kalia.
This queen of Lordaeron, who had been raised as a flower in a greenhouse until she was 18 years old and had roamed for ten years. She had only recently stepped onto the path of facing strong enemies. Now, it was as if all her battle experience had been washed away, and she had become a weak girl who couldn't even fight a chicken.
Indeed, such a disgusting thing was a little too much for a girl to bear.
Duque could only pat Kalia's hand gently and comfort her.
"Duque …"
Duque knew what Kalia wanted to ask. "Things are a little beyond my imagination. Brothers, it's impossible to retreat. He has already found us. Prepare to fight with your lives! "
Half an hour's journey wasn't long. Duque and the others quickly arrived at a sealed blood hall the size of two football fields.
Pools of blood flowed down the walls on both sides of the hall, flowing into what seemed to be blood troughs on both sides of the hall.
Was that caused by Nefarian's power? Or was it the accumulated blood from killing many creatures for scientific research?
No one knew.
Everyone's eyes were locked on the man sitting on the Throne of Blood.
"Haha! I thought you had even lost the courage to come here. "The bearded man held his chin and spoke in a seemingly provocative but calm tone.
Duque stepped out from the crowd and looked up at the mysterious man's eyes. "Should I call you Viktor Nefarios? Or Nefarian? "
The man smiled. "The name I use when I'm in human form is just a code. I still hope that you can call me Nefarian. The real King of the Black Dragons, Nefarian of the Apocalypse!"
Duque's heart almost stopped beating at this moment.
Although Duque already had a hunch after seeing the previous scene, who knew that after hearing it from the other party, the shock still set off a storm in Duque's heart.
Duque only wanted to say that he bought a watch last year!
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