Chapter 1751
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Gifts from the Ancient Gods had never been anything good.
The ancient gods, who were monsters themselves, had no sense of beauty to speak of.
In the ancient war, the elegant and beautiful High Elves in the eyes of mortals had all turned into hateful Nagas.
As soon as Nesario's soul was injected into this new body, he felt a terrifying pain that penetrated the deepest part of his soul.
"Roar!"
The hard dragon skin on the claws that already belonged to him burst open. The scales on his skin were almost shattered. After the scales were removed, new biological tissues were being revived under N 'Zoth's evil divine spells in the hole full of rotten flesh.
However, there was no way to expect anything to happen.
What regenerated in the hole were not dragon scales, but a large number of tiny eyeballs, small dragon claws, dragon arms, and even wings …
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Nesario could feel his vision splitting into countless parts.
These were not the compound eyes of a fly, but the vision of the eyes that burst out from every corner of his body. They were all haphazardly pieced together.
That feeling made him go completely crazy.
He tried to open his limbs and vent his pain with destruction and destruction, but he was shocked to find that the limbs that once belonged to Nefarian were all locked by huge, unknown metal shackles.
Countless illusory tentacles came crashing down, making each of his limbs unable to move.
At this time, dozens of huge chainsaws driven by the Twilight Believers arrived.
These chainsaws powered by unknown divine spells were cruelly cutting his new limbs so that his body could maintain the appearance of a giant dragon.
"Hehe! Haha! Hehehehe! " This time, it was not only N 'Zoth. In a trance, there seemed to be the remnant will of other ancient gods joining in the sneer.
Perhaps it was N 'Zoth, Yogg-Saron, or Yashaji.
Their bodies might have completely perished, but as a former true god, the remnants of their will still reverberated in every corner of the Azeroth World.
These ancient gods began to gather their power, and all of it was injected into Nesario's new body.
N 'Zoth laughed. "Is it pain? Sadness? Resentment? Anger? Then let it all out. It didn't matter. This was also a form of strength. We are currently conducting a small experiment that will allow you to possess the destructive power of a true god. The more negative emotions you have, the more damage you'll cause to Planet Azeroth. "
"Is that so? That's … wonderful! "Nesario roared crazily.
Due to some mysterious method, his furious roars started to spread across the entire Deep Rock Continent.
The violent tremors began!
It was no longer a problem of the Earth Elemental Plane alone.
The intense tremor crossed the Planar Barrier and directly affected Planet Azeroth.
In the Southern Sea of the Endless Ocean, it was originally a sunny day with a gentle sea breeze.
In the next second, a huge tremor transmitted from the deep sea easily set off a monstrous wave.
"Rumble —"
At first, not many people noticed this scene. It wasn't until the huge green wave that approached the shore that the guards at the lighthouse noticed this scene.
"Oh my god! Is the world going to be destroyed? "
The 30-meter-tall goblin statue that once stood outside Booty Bay was as small as a baby in front of this doomsday wave.
At this moment, Nesario's voice actually crossed the Earth Elemental Plane and the spatial barrier of Azeroth, echoing endlessly in the entire sky.
Those were the words he roared a few minutes ago, and now they began to hover over the entire world in the form of echoes.
"Pain!"
"Suffering —"
"My hatred burns in the abyss!"
"The world trembles because of my torment!"
If it were any other existence who uttered such curses, they would definitely be regarded as a lunatic.
However, he was none other than that!
He was the Wings of Death, Nesario — the former Earth Guardian Dragon, and now the Dragon of Death.
Along with his voice, suddenly, a huge flaming crack tore the entire Barrenlands apart.
The blazing lava was like a hundred-story-tall Lava Dragon charging on the ground. The earth was torn apart from the bottom to the top, and every crack was accompanied by a burst of magma.
There was nothing that could stop the destruction of the wrath of the heavens and earth. Mountains of all sizes were destroyed by the Fire Dragon's rampage. A huge orc town that was a few kilometers in the way of the Fire Dragon was destroyed like a bulldozer.
Nesario's Apocalyptic Illusory Sound continued —
"The lamentable kingdom collapses under my wrath!"
A gale comparable to a level-12 storm suddenly blew. The goblin airship that was preparing to land in the sky above Ogrimma involuntarily spun and crashed on the spot.
The wood that exploded and the fuel that flowed out caused a second disaster.
At that moment, every tribe in the entire Ogrimma felt as if the world had turned upside down. Everyone lost their footing and fell to the ground.
Amidst the chaos and screams of the soldiers.
As long as they could see the scenery outside, they could only watch in despair as a gray tornado came crashing down on them.
That scene looked very much like a foolish captain on a fishing boat, ordering his small dinghy to rush into the tsunami and face the storm.
Under the dual effects of the earthquake and the storm, huge wooden houses with more than two stories collapsed and shattered under the double elemental disaster.
Countless Ogrimma soldiers and civilians were swept under. When the last standing building in their field of vision was disassembled into parts by the combined forces of the earthquake and the storm, the gates of hell were almost right in front of them.
It was a scene of chaos everywhere.
The incomparably brave Orcs left the ruins of the buildings like ants escaping from a flood.
Every beam let out a terrible squeaking sound. This scene was like the end of the world.
They abandoned the city that they had been proud of for the past eleven years and scattered in all directions.
Standing on the high ground of the Valley of Wisdom, Thrall stood rooted to the ground and watched the scene. When a huge wooden stake flew towards him, he even forgot to dodge.
It was Varrock who helped him knock the wooden stake away.
In the ancient shrine of the Deep Rock Continent, the Twilight believers began to use their own methods to modify Nesario's new dragon body under N 'Zoth's command.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "One by one, the iron stakes with dragon heads like siege awls hit Nesario's body. This was so that pieces of incomparably hard and mysterious metal could be inlaid into his constantly growing dragon body.
The suppression of his growth was also solidifying his body.
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