If he had the time, Duque would not mind sparring with a strong enemy like Chromatus.
Unfortunately, Duque did not have the time, because when Chromatus appeared, Wings of Death on the first floor of the Wyrmrest Shrine went into action.
His huge size gave him a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Moreover, he was a Dragon of Death, and other than soul attacks that involved the origin, no matter where he was attacked, it would not be fatal.
If he was just an empty shell, the guardians would not mind tearing him apart like scrap metal.
Unfortunately, the powerful regenerative ability kept repairing his body. Although every powerhouse knew that such a high-speed regenerative body could not last for too long, no one could do anything to him before that 'long time' was completely over.
Wings of Death went on a rampage on the first floor. After he saw an opportunity, he sent the bear brothers Usok and Usor flying, and did whatever he wanted.
The first person Nesario went after was Cenarius. There were only two strong healers in the Allied Army, Freya was a ten-story tall giant, and Cenarius was the weakest.
In front of a 200-meter-long dragon tail, his four legs were short legs. With a sweep, Cenarius' three legs were directly broken, and he became a 'Noob'.
He did not die, but he lost the ability to move for a while.
Arkavon desperately blocked Wings of Death's next attack, and Goldryn rushed over, bit Noob's butt, and dragged him to the side hall of the shrine. At least there was a protective spell formation there, and it could last longer.
It was common sense to kill the healer first in a group fight, and Wings of Death used this trick to the fullest.
After knocking Turawan away with his claws, Wings of Death decisively gave Freya a Dragon Wing Slap, and half of the female guardian's face was crooked.
He did not linger at all, and took Torim's lightning strike head-on, and rushed to the second floor of the Wyrmrest Shrine.
The space on the second floor was not as big as the first floor, and it was only about half the space. This was better for Wings of Death's size.
The space was too small, and his huge body could not move.
The space was too big, and those annoying flies had a place to hide.
Once on the second floor, the smaller God of the Wilderness did not dare to go up.
Otherwise …
What about the Divine Meat Sauce?
It was precisely the Guardian's request for help that made Duque have no choice but to act shamelessly.
The one who tricked Chromatus was Uther, the Lich King who should have left history a long time ago but had become the Lich King in this world!
He did not seem to have done anything. He just raised his small arm and clenched it against Chromatus' chest like the Death Knight's signature [Death's Grasp].
A faint black light pierced into the chest of the multicolored dragon. The light was so plain and unadorned that the Twilight believers who were close to it could not even detect anything special about it.
Some of the Twilight believers even sneered at the man who looked like a death knight.
But what happened to Kromattus in the next second almost drove the Twilight believers crazy.
Because Chromatus' entire dragon body was in trouble!
This five-colored dragon should be perfect.
Back then, after Enzos picked up the last of his neck and head, Nefarian was forced to work by Enzos and Nesario. The Black Dragon Prince, who was left with only a nearly annihilated soul and a dragon's neck and head, did not have the heart to die at all.
With the greatest enthusiasm and the most earnest attitude, he at last produced this supreme masterpiece of his, Cromartus, which contained himself.
This was a biochemical monster created after countless experiments and thousands of years of research. In order to avoid the excessive load caused by the energy conflict and the collapse of the dragon body that Chromatus put together, Nefarian also obtained the method of making the [Dragon Soul] from his father and modified a magic circle so that the power of the five-colored dragon could be fused outside the body and blasted out.
This was the perfect form of existence for the five-colored dragon. As long as the output power of the five dragon heads was controlled and the power of the dragon breath was uniform, there would be no problem.
In theory, this was true.
But Nefarian would never have thought that there was a Lich King in this world who specialized in dealing with the dead, and he was in the Alliance!
Back then, after Arthas killed the Blue Dragon Sapphiron, he turned him into a Frost Dragon under his control.
He also controlled many Dragons of Death, including the Queen of the Blue Dragon Sindagosa. This showed the Lich King's control over the dead.
As a Paladin with the strongest willpower, Uther did not surrender even when he was absorbed by [Frostmourne]. In a sense, in this world where spiritual power was power, Uther's upper limit as a Lich King was likely to be higher than Arthas's.
This was something that could not be known at this stage!
But with him making a move, Nefarian immediately felt that something was wrong.
Originally, through the stitching of the dragon bodies and the soul fusion, the souls of the five dragons were combined into one, and their thoughts were synchronized.
Who knew that at this critical moment of the ultimate move, it would suddenly collapse again.
Nefarian instinctively wanted to use his own willpower to fight against the huge spiritual pressure.
He failed!
Just like a sub-dragon at the lower end of the food chain, a pure-blooded dragon at the top of the food chain had a natural fear. He could not resist the pressure from the mysterious man at all.
This man was his king!
He ruled his body and his soul!
Every word of this man fell into his mind like an imperial edict that could not be resisted!
Maybe when he had stronger soul power, he could fight against this mysterious' King of the Dead '.
Maybe his father could do it.
But not him, Nefarian!
"Oh … no …" Nefarian let out a final scream.
Chromatus's soul collapsed, and naturally, the light cannon released by the five-colored dragon could not be maintained.
The bystanders only saw that Du Mouke's gorgeous ultimate move finally overturned Chromatus's five-colored cannon. But no one could see the role that Lich King Uther played in this.
Actually, Duque did not mind letting Uther make a grand entrance and clear his name.
But Uther was firmly against it.
Du Mouke could only be thick-skinned and keep the achievement of 'killing the five-colored dragon with one strike'.
Everyone watched in shock as the elemental light beam pierced through the black dragon's head and finally entered the huge body that was mixed with five different colors. The other four heads howled in pain and raised their necks. Their entire bodies stood up from the wet rocks on the ancient beach and fell backward.
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