"Ow! Ow! Ow — "
It was a terrifying pain that was enough to make any living creature collapse.
If it was possible, Nesario could continue to maintain his spiritual body and no longer have a nervous system.
However, N 'Zoth deliberately showed his bad taste. He used the ancient god's biological cells to activate Galakron's cells that had been dead for 25,000 years, and then let Nesario, the Dragon of Death, still feel the explosive pain in his body.
Every scale had the pain and itch of new flesh and bones being regenerated.
The new flesh and blood that were born were constantly blocked, burnt, and destroyed by the hateful metal armor.
Nesario could no longer bear the terrifying torture of being reincarnated repeatedly in the eighteen levels of hell. Having regained control of his body, he used his enlarged claws to press down hard, destroying a large number of workshops and buildings around him.
As if in response to his pain, almost every volcano in the land of Azeroth, no matter if they were active or dead, all of them began to pour out hot magma.
The volcanoes erupted, shooting out flames that were enough to destroy everything in the world.
In the northeasternmost area of the Kalimdor Continent, the Black Sea Coast, located in the sea north of Oberdeen, there had obviously been some slight changes in history.
The Elven Hippogryphs that had long been scattered around the entire sea area, as well as the Alliance soldiers on the flying destroyers, all saw that with a violent vibration, a huge volcanic island broke through the shackles of the sea and stood upright on the surface of the sea.
It was a newborn volcano.
It was constantly venting its fiery anger towards the sky.
Immediately, in the thick smoke and ashes of the volcano, a huge black dragon broke through the barrier of the rock layer, broke through the layer of space between the Earth Elemental Plane and the real world of Azeroth, rushed out of the ground, and rushed into the sky amidst the volcanic ash.
He easily rolled up to a height of a thousand meters. The entire atmosphere was burning up, and a blazing aura swept across the clear sky for thousands of miles in an instant.
Every scout and observer stared at the enormous creature in the distance in astonishment. Not to mention the rookies who were about 20 years old, even the seniors who had witnessed the great battle between the five Dragon Aspects in the south of Rotterdam City more than 20 years ago still felt a sense of powerlessness and fear when they saw the Lava Wyrm that was even larger and more exaggerated than the one they had seen in the past.
"Damn it! How could this beast be so huge back then? "
"That doesn't seem right. Why do I feel like Nesario is more like Nozdormu now?"
Almost as soon as Nethario, the Wing of Death appeared.
Duque, Sylvanas, Elune, and Alexstrasza, who had transcended the mortal world and stepped into the divine realm, sensed it immediately.
Some were shocked, some were frowning, but Duque was embarrassed on the spot. It took him a long time to react, and he cursed in a low voice, "Coward! In the future, you can change your name to Coward Wing or Nesari Coward! "
Mortals were destined not to know about matters of the God Realm.
Countless scouts had risked their lives to send back reports that they had found the figure of a Lava Dragon suspected to be Nesario north of Auberdine.
It was a Hellfire Dragon in the form of a dragon. Its entire body was flowing with blazing lava, and terrifying fire elemental runes were branded in every corner of its stony body.
He flapped his heavy stone wings, and without even circling in the air, he flew straight towards the south.
"Warning! Warning! A Fire Dragon suspected to be the Wing of Death is attacking the Auberdine area of the Black Sea Coast at high speed. "
In the intermittent magic communication network, the scout risked his life to send back an urgent report.
He quickly received a reply, "Don't … worry … Auberdine has completed … the evacuation!"
On the mountains to the east of Auberdine, there were five specially set up observation stations. There were volunteer Mages who had already left their wills there, and they were the only witnesses on the scene.
They witnessed how the pier, which had maintained the frequent connection between the Night Elves' Teldrassil and the Kalimdor continent for the past ten thousand years, was destroyed.
Nesario was like a comet falling from space into the atmosphere, his whole body bathed in fire.
He merely flapped his wings and flew over Auberdine, but the huge sonic boom as he flew over the sea had already killed all the fish and shrimps in the sea near the shore of Auberdine.
The terrifying airflow generated by the high-speed flight was thousands of degrees hot. This terrifying tsunami-like heat wave easily lifted all the plank roads on Auberdine Pier.
The raging flames that followed immediately set off all the buildings on the pier. Not only the Night Elven-style wooden pier shading roof, but also the upgraded stone pier buildings were all engulfed in a sea of fire.
The flames were so hot that the seawater around the pier instantly boiled. The fish that had just been killed by the shock turned white and became ripe meat, churning with the boiling sea.
The Wing of Death crossed the entire Kalimdor continent from the location of Winterspring at a breakneck speed, then changed to the southeast, rushing all the way.
It seemed that his speed was still increasing.
He crossed the wetlands in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom continent, changed to the south, and headed straight for Stormwind City.
In the sky, his soul language filled with curses continued to spread.
His deep whisper could be heard in several nearby areas.
"In the end, all of Azeroth will be destroyed!"
As if to confirm the words of the Wing of Death, when he swept past the boulder dam between Loch Modan and the wetlands at high speed. The extremely exaggerated air pressure directly crushed the dam.
Loch Modan's original name meant lake in the Dwarven language, while Modan meant mountain range. Thus, in the Dwarven language, Loch Modan was a lake and a mountain range, just like its appearance.
Loch Modan had a large lake and dam that could look down on all of Azeroth. Coupled with the fact that it was not polluted by the various Heaven's Wrath or Demonic forces, it was once a very good place to live.
The rich wildlife and fishing in the lake provided the daily necessities of the Dwarves. The mountain range was filled with all kinds of precious minerals, and the Titan Ruins that the Dwarves liked to explore could really be said to be a paradise designed by the Creator for the Dwarves.
However, the Wing of Death just passed by and destroyed the boulder dam.
When they heard this real-time news, the eyes of the Three Bronzebeard Brothers turned red.
Even though the people in the wetlands had already been evacuated, the building that the Dwarves were so proud of, the boulder dam, had collapsed. This meant that more than 90% of the lake water would flow into the wetlands from the collapsed site, and the entire ecological environment would be severely affected.
At this time, the Wing of Death finally shouted his last curse, "In the shadow of my wings, all things will turn to ashes —"
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