Nefarian's Blackwing Nest and [Nefarian's Apocalypse]'s Blackwing Blood Ring.
These two combinations might seem a little different, but the difference between them was like heaven and earth. In the game, one was a Level-60 Instance Dungeon, while the other was a Level-85 Instance Dungeon.
Duque's average equipment for Mount Hyjal was not even at the entry level.
If Nefarian had really transformed into [Nefarian's Apocalypse], which was supposed to appear ten years later, then there would be no need to fight. They could just surrender.
Duque's hands were trembling, and a large amount of data was pouring down on his retina. The System's warning tone was beeping non-stop, and his eyes were filled with crimson warning words.
"Warning! An unknown protective shield has appeared on the humanoid Nefarian. According to calculations, there is an 82.21% chance that he will be immune to the power of [Wrath of the Dragon]. "
"Warning! Warning! [Nefarian's Apocalypse] matches the Level-85 Boss in the host's memory by 88.11%. If it really is the Boss, the host has a 99.99% chance of being wiped out. It is strongly recommended that the host avoid it. At the very least, leave its territory and fight for a chance of resurrection. "
Duke sucked in a breath of cold air and his face turned green, but he knew he could not retreat.
At this moment, Duque's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.
This was not a game.
If the team was wiped out, the essence of the Alliance would be gone. Not to mention that there were still three women here!
He could resurrect, but what about them?
Calm down! Duque! Calm down!
How could this happen?
Nefarian's sudden increase in strength was undoubtedly the work of Enzos. The problem was, would Enzos die so easily? Why would he level up Nefarian for free?
This was not an increase of 10% or 20%.
It was an increase of three levels, and his strength had multiplied several times in one go!
Could it be that during the Cataclysm, several Ancient Gods had placed their bets on Nethario, but now that Nethario had been killed, they placed their bets on Nefarian?
But that shouldn't be happening now!
According to history, the imprisoned Ancient God C 'Thun would not be able to restrain himself and would be the first to jump out and court death. As the first ancient god to go into battle, C 'Thun's performance was remarkable, but it was precisely because of C' Thun's failure that N 'Zoth and the other ancient gods bet on Deathwing Nesario to set off the cataclysm.
Duque smelled a strong conspiracy!
But the Best Actor was still the Best Actor. On the surface, Duque was cold and arrogant. He pointed his right hand at the humanoid black dragon. "Hey? Nefarian, do you really think you're something? Don't forget! How did your father die? Your sister is still under my crotch as a mount! "
Yes, yes, Duke's words were reasonable, and his pretentiousness was convincing.
Even Nefarian believed it, but Duque still didn't notice the difference. What he didn't know was that Duque had stretched out two fingers.
The pupils of Duque's comrades suddenly shrank.
Pointing a finger at the enemy was a signal they had agreed upon before entering Blackwing's Nest. If only one finger was raised, then he would directly attack him without any discussion, and he could do whatever he wanted. If the index and middle fingers were pointed together, then it would be a big deal. It meant that Duque estimated that the opponent's strength was far greater than his own, and he needed to use a big move to stall for time …
Unconsciously, everyone tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands.
Nefarian suddenly became interested. If it was the him from before, he would probably be feeling guilty now. But now …
He decided to play a trick on this human who had brought continuous disasters and failures to the Black Dragon race.
He hated Alexstrasza and the Four Color Dragons of the Sleeping Dragon Temple. He also hated Duke Marcus, who played a dishonorable but incomparably important role in the two ambushes.
Directly capturing Duque and forcing Duque to call his sister was too easy for Duque.
"Haha! Hahahaha! Interesting! I'll let you have a good taste of what despair is! " Nefarian slapped the armrest of the throne. Suddenly, a huge iron gate fell on the gate that Duque and the others came from, blocking their way out.
What a good way to close the gate and release the dogs!
As Duque expected, from the two doors that suddenly opened on the left and right, a large group of dragon beasts suddenly rushed out of the darkness. There were only two colors, red and blue.
Duque's eyes immediately narrowed into a line.
"Leave it to me!" Duque's words made everyone who was ready to go forward stop in their tracks.
"Hmph!" Duque snorted coldly, and the magic circuit in his body was activated to the extreme in an instant.
He did not know how long it had been since he had seen Duque attack like this. Even when he was beating up Ragnaros, Duque only concentrated his magic and carried out a torrent of firepower in stages.
There were 256 Hands of Magic on each side, and what they set off was a magic storm that seemed to divide the world into two halves.
The left side was ice, and the right side was fire!
The icicles as thick as a human arm easily pierced through the bodies of the red dragon beasts and sent them flying. They cut off their limbs in mid-air, and even froze their bodies and splattered flesh in mid-air before they fell to the ground.
The fireball the size of a water tank easily blew up the bodies of the blue dragon beasts, turning them into charcoal. They did not even rush out a few steps before they exploded in mid-air, and their charred limbs dissipated with the wind.
The number of people who came out, the number of people who died!
Duque raised his chin slightly, and with a look of contempt on his face, he hooked his finger at Nefarian. "Come down! Why don't you let us wait for you for a year and a half, and let you make more new toys before coming down? "
Kacha! Nefarian lost his composure and easily crushed the golden armrests on both sides of his throne. He suddenly stood up.
"Duke Marcus! You will regret provoking me! "
Under the gaze of all the strong people, Nefarian's human body began to rapidly expand. From a two-meter-tall human, he suddenly became a terrifying dragon with a body length of more than 50 meters.
Everything was within everyone's expectations. After all, they were supposed to fight the Black Dragon King …
Wait! This color!?
"Boss, are you sure he's Onyxia's brother?" Gavinrad asked softly.
Duque's pupils suddenly shrank.
The scene in front of him made Duque feel extremely strange.
If this was the original Nefarian, then he would undoubtedly be a standard black dragon — black scales, white horns with a yellowish hue, orange-red lines between the scales, and a string of yellow barbs along his spine.
Now, the overall color of Nefarian in everyone's eyes was slightly strange. Not only were his scales purple, but there was also a faint aura of death, giving off the feeling that he was a little like an Undead, but also a little different. This was because from his mouth, there was still the fishy smell of a living creature.
What the hell is going on?!
At this moment, the system sent new data to Duque's retinas …
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