Several ferocious dragon roars reverberated through the air, causing every piece of glass in the throne room to shatter. The shards of glass shot out along with the violent air currents, killing and injuring many attendants and guards outside.
This was not a dragon's breath, nor was it a bomb, but it was many times more terrifying than a Mage's Pyroblast.
The long roars penetrated the deepest part of everyone's soul, reminding them of a legend that had almost been completely forgotten by the world — ten thousand years ago, that was the era of the dragons. Every creature that walked on the ground could be the prey of the dragons. Everything in the mortal world had to crawl under the wings of the dragons, afraid that they would attract the attention of the dragons and get themselves killed …
Outside the throne room, there was still the sound of drums and music. The people who were celebrating the Day of Triumph did not disperse even after the triumphant procession had left the main road and started to parade around the city. This was because the Kingdom of Lordaeron had also invited a large number of performers — strange clowns, costumed dancers, and all kinds of bands.
Just a few seconds ago, even though it was early winter, the entire Lordaeron City was still immersed in a warm atmosphere. At this moment, the terrifying dragon roar that suddenly appeared broke all of this.
The veterans who had just retreated from the frontlines were fine. After facing the Crimson Dragon Legion's attacks day and night, almost all of them had developed a strong heart.
The citizens of Lordaeron who had never seen a dragon were in big trouble. Because of fear, many people's hearts contracted due to excessive nervousness. Under sudden cardiac arrest, blood supply temporarily stopped, and everything in their field of vision turned pitch black.
Under extreme fear, nearly 30% of them fainted just like that. Some unlucky people even fell from the balcony …
They could not be blamed. The shocking Dragon Might of the Five Great Dragon Kings was not something mortals could resist.
For a moment, the entire Lordaeron City was in a mess.
In fact, the throne room was also in a mess.
Under the gaze of all the kings, the tall and burly Davar Pristor suddenly released a flaming shockwave. This was not a simple shockwave. It contained extremely high energy, and the other Dragon Kings did not dare to face it head-on.
Or rather, which of these Ultimate Azeroth Masters who had lived for countless years did not have a few trump cards that could save their lives?
He was unable to determine what this move was all about.
He could only be sure that this was a terrifying skill that even the Four Great Dragon Kings could only avoid.
After shaking off Alexstrasza and Nozdormu, he began to transform.
In front of every single king, Presto's head turned into a miniature pitch-black dragon head. A pair of wings grew larger and larger on his back, while his limbs grew thicker and thicker. His once white and smooth skin was now covered in a layer of cuticle.
Not only him, but the other four Dragon Kings also transformed at the same time.
It grew larger and larger, more and more terrifying. In just a few moments, it had surpassed the range that a human's field of vision could accommodate at close range.
It was foreseeable that in less than five seconds, the entire magnificent throne room would be burst apart by the five terrifyingly large Ancient Dragons.
"Let's go!"
It was unknown how Duque cast the spell, but the walls in the four directions of the hall were suddenly pierced by four huge icicles. These four completely hollow icicles were like a giant ice slide that led straight to the royal garden outside the hall.
Daelin, Magni, and the rest jumped into the ice slide without hesitation and escaped smoothly.
Gene, Solas, and Antonidas hesitated for a moment before sliding out with their people.
Only Terenas …
Things had changed too quickly. Even now, he still could not believe his eyes.
"Oh my god! What have I done? "
That's right, the nobles in the country were seething with resentment.
Their territories had been burned to the ground, and the capital had almost been conquered. They had formed the Alliance, but they did not have the kind of influence that they had.
In order to make up for all this, Terenas did not hesitate to offend the other Alliance to take over Alterac. He even risked opposition from half of the Alliance to use his authority as the Alliance Master to impeach an important minister of another country who had never truly betrayed the Alliance.
And then, what did he gain?
His beloved daughter did not listen to him, and actually joined forces with Duque, whom he had failed to recruit.
The lord that he trusted completely and was willing to promote as the King of Alterac was actually the infamous Deathwing Nesario, who was proven to be the one who caused the Red Dragon Army to side with the Orcs.
That was Neltharion!
For tens of thousands of years, he had caused countless deaths and destruction, and destroyed countless cities. He was one of the most evil beings in the world of human scholars, historians, and bards on countless occasions.
Terenas could not imagine how the people would react when they found out that they were almost used by Deathwing, and that they had helped Deathwing become the King of Alterac.
No! No!
Today's losses might be great. Even if he had to pay a higher price, he had to shut the mouths of the various Kings as soon as possible. Otherwise, if he were to be accused of being in cahoots with Deathwing, he would not be able to hold his position as the Alliance Master.
Yes! I am also a victim of Deathwing's scheme!
When Terenas finally completed the great achievement of 'plan completion', he suddenly realized that the plan he had just completed could be thrown into the gutter.
Because …
The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza hit Nesario with her dragon tail, and when Nesario was about to rise into the sky, the Red Dragon Queen, who did not seem to know Terenas' suffering, shouted in the human language, "Nesario, your end is here! Don't think that we won't be able to find you just because you have become the Lord of Presto and hide under Menethil's protection! "
The roar was so loud and clear.
At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians who had gathered in Lordaeron for the victory ceremony all heard it.
"Wow — King Menethil actually …"
No one dared to believe their ears, but the behemoth that was almost half the size of a town in the sky did exist. The flames under its wings were like a cloud of fire, and the corrosive liquid that was fanned out when the giant wings flapped was like a drizzle of stars.
They were obviously inconspicuous droplets of liquid, but they were extremely corrosive. When these fine droplets were sprinkled on the palace below, they easily corroded the tiles, walls, statues, and ground, not to mention humans. Any creature that came into contact with a little bit of it would be instantly corroded, along with their armor, skin, and muscles.
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