The Guardian of Flames, Corallon, was a giant with a height of eight stories. His beard, which was several meters long, was weaved into mammoth tusks. His exposed muscles showed a strange reddish-brown color, and every inch of his skin was tattooed with strange spiral patterns, which made people wonder about the characteristics of his body.
Even with the image that Onyxia sent back, it was difficult for Duque to define him as a living person or some kind of mysterious magical creature.
Corallon's belly looked like he was wearing a waist bag with a pot of molten steel, and a blazing aura gushed out of it. His thick arms were wrapped in a thick iron chain that required two people to wrap their arms around it.
It looked like he was wearing a big red shawl, but this so-called "shawl" immediately angered Onyxia.
"Roar!" That was her roar full of anger! The anthropomorphic dragon's face was full of anger.
Because this shawl was the skin of a complete red dragon!
The so-called buckles on the shawl were two huge dragon claws, buckling down from the shoulders to the giant's knees. Behind the shawl was the dragon's abdomen, covering the back of Corallon's waist, and the long dragon tail hung low behind the giant's butt.
Onyxia had never liked red dragons, but she could not tolerate this desecration of the dragon's corpse. Unless a certain dragon was willing to atone for its sins, such as Talanistas, who had attacked the Alliance under the threat of [Demon's Soul]. After Alexstrasza was freed, he had willingly died at the hands of Dylin Proudmoore.
His dragon head was still hanging in the Adventurer's Hall in Iron Stove Fort …
She suddenly understood why Duque assigned her to deal with a guardian who was also a demigod.
When opponents with the same attributes couldn't overwhelm each other with their elements, the outcome would be decided by hand-to-hand combat. And the Guardian of Flames, Corallon, was obviously a guy with the attribute of [Dragon Slayer].
Onyxia was definitely not weak in hand-to-hand combat, but that was only when she had an advantage in size.
If the size was similar, then the dragon's small arms and legs would be the weakness.
Because of the absolute weakness in strength, once the dragon's limbs were caught, it would be very disadvantageous for the dragon to fall into a pure close combat.
Of course, her strength was not comparable to that of the unlucky Crimson Dragon on Corallon. Just by looking at its size, one could tell that the Crimson Dragon was not a true Ancient Giant Dragon. The problem was that growing from an adult dragon that was over a thousand years old to an ancient dragon that was over ten thousand years old, the biggest improvement wasn't in strength, but in elemental control.
Moreover, Onyxia did not rely on her age, but on her demigod bloodline. She had entered the level of an ancient wyrm in advance, and with the help of the Sleeping Dragon Temple, she was blessed with the power of the Earth Aspect Wyrm that her father, Nesario, had once given up.
No matter how one looked at it, there was an element of spoiling things through excessive enthusiasm.
Her biggest problem was that her foundation was unstable.
She was obviously angry, but Onyxia's heart fell into a very strange state of tranquility. She asked herself, "What should I do?"
At the sight of Onyxia, Coralón burst into laughter. His loud voice shook the arched hall that was a thousand meters in diameter, causing dust to fall from the sky.
"Hahaha! Despicable little dragon, you actually abandoned the duty that the Titans gave you and came here to covet the Titans' power! I didn't expect that after 25,000 years, the dragons have fallen so much! "
If it was Alexstrasza who came, the righteous Red Dragon Queen would probably have nothing to refute. After all, her brother, Nesario, had really fallen.
It was Onyxia, the new Dragon Aspect who was not a good dragon to begin with. She restrained her anger and showed a cynical expression. "Fallen? Perhaps! I went from being a free, evil dragon that did all sorts of evil things to being a mount for the righteous Guardian of Azeroth, Duk Marcus. I rode him day and night. What a fall! "
Coralón wanted to laugh.
But thinking about it … Why did it seem a little wrong?
The evil dragon fell to become a mount for the righteous Guardian?
Why did it sound like a negative is a positive!?
Coralón carefully sensed and was shocked to find that Onyxia actually had the pure aura of a Dragon Aspect.
In theory, he, who was designated as a Guardian by the Titans, was essentially no different from the Dragon Aspect that guarded Azeroth.
Coralón was a little confused.
However, this was not enough for him to give up his duty.
The Titans created him, and the guardian faith that was injected into his heart was something like an instinct.
Coralón spoke, and his voice once again shook the entire hall. "For the sake of your identity as a Dragon Aspect, I will give you a chance to retreat. I will not pursue you, but when you step into this place that you should not step into again, that will be the time of your death. "
"Hahaha!" It was hard to imagine that a black dragon could make such a crisp and melodious sound. The ridicule on Onyxia's face became more obvious. "I gave up my freedom and my dignity just to obtain a future under the command of the victor. Obviously, he is the master of fate, and you are not. Coralón, right? It seems that a silly big guy like you would be a good guard for my master … "
Fire elemental guys were mostly hot-tempered.
This was especially true for a violent giant like Coralón.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, he directly attacked.
Holding the pot of blazing lava in front of his waist, he did not know whether it was molten steel or lava, and poured it on Onyxia's head.
Surprisingly, Onyxia chose to avoid it.
She did not change her sinister and cunning nature at all, and the first move after the fight started was to dig a hole for Coralón. Unlike other dragons that had a single attribute, black dragons and blue dragons belonged to the dragon species that had a variety of elemental characteristics.
Blue dragons liked frost the most, and in fact, they were also very good at arcane and fire spells.
Black dragons were even more common.
Her father's Wings of Death was proficient in the three elements of shadow, fire, and natural corrosion. Her brother Nefarian's Shadow Flame was actually a shadow. And she was pure fire.
Most dragons and giants were straightforward and did not have so many twists and turns. Seeing that Onyxia actually used a large and exaggerated movement to dodge the flames, Coralón was excited.
"Hahaha! Little dragon that is afraid of fire, you are so afraid of fire, and you dare to challenge the Guardian of Fire! You are dead. "Coralón waved his hand, and a huge fire meteor suddenly flew out.
The huge fireball was the size of a house, exuding a terrible high temperature and heat. If it was a mortal powerhouse, in the face of this level of destructive energy, they would definitely be burned into ashes in an instant.
But at this time, Onyxia suddenly rushed in.
She was like a fire phoenix that was reborn from the fire, and she took the initiative to jump into the huge fireball.
In Coralón's surprised eyes, she suddenly broke the fireball, and fiercely rushed in front of Coralón, stretching out her sharp front claws …
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