Duque, who was watching this scene through the Magic Eyes, facepalmed. These silly dragons were still blinded by hatred. If it weren't for the fact that he had to vent the anger in his heart, Nesario would have mastered the Lying Corpse Swordsmanship long ago.
Although it was reasonable for antagonists to die because they talked too much, from a different perspective, one had to understand that when their grudges that were deeper than the ocean and wider than the sky finally had a chance to be vented, no one would be willing to immediately kill off their opponent.
Making a move first and then pretentiously reciting the eulogy was because their hatred wasn't deep enough.
If you had been thinking about revenge every minute of every day for 10,000 years, you would definitely be crazier than Malygos, and you would be even more reluctant to kill Nesario immediately.
When Nesario betrayed them, Malygos had dragged the entire Blue Dragon Legion to fight to the death. In the end, his wife was killed, and a large number of dragon children and grandchildren were wiped out.
No one would be able to accept such a thing.
Even if Alexstrasza wanted to act quickly, she would be stopped by Malygos.
Alright, the one behind it had finally made his move.
Enzos, one of the four great ancient gods of Azeroth.
Of course, it wasn't him personally, but judging from the reactions of the four Dragon Kings, it should be the High Elven minister who took the lead in seducing Queen Azshara ten thousand years ago, the future King of Nightmares, Savis.
Only he could erode the Emerald Dream controlled by Ysera and turn it into the so-called Emerald Nightmare in a short period of time.
Just as Savis attacked through the Emerald Nightmare, directly affecting the three Dragon Aspects and eroding Ysera's Emerald Dream, Nesario, who was lying at the bottom of the lake like a corpse, suddenly moved.
Like a spring that had been pressed to the extreme, it bounced back violently.
A thick black lightning lit up at the bottom of the lake and shot into the sky. It looked like it was going straight for the southern sky.
"No —" Malygos let out the most mournful roar.
It was useless!
A new wave of Nightmares attacked again.
Even if Savis was hiding somewhere to release this move, the power of the Nightmares was actually quite limited. Based on the abilities of the Dragon Aspects, one more wave of Nightmares would at most be ineffective. All in all, it would only take ten seconds at most.
But at this juncture, the most critical ten seconds were too fatal.
It was enough to make Deathwing disappear without a trace.
Would he be able to find such a good opportunity to deal with him again?
Duque couldn't imagine it.
However, Duque was unwilling!
Weren't the four Dragon Aspects too useless? I've painstakingly schemed and even used my transmigration cheat to set up such a perfect trap, yet you can't even kill Nesario. How am I supposed to continue working with you in the future?
Unwilling!
Unwilling!
Indignant!
But so what?
Duque's heart was filled with grievance. Aurelia painfully noticed that Duque's fingernails had dug deep into the armrest of the sofa.
She knew that even though Duque looked like he was going to watch the show, Duque cared more about Deathwing's life than anyone else.
She could clearly feel the faint fear in Duque's heart towards Nesario.
Indeed, so what if he had that one-fifth platinum disc for warning? Deathwing's ten thousand years of notoriety was not just for show. If Nesario transformed into a human again and launched a sneak attack on Duque, who could guarantee that the four Dragon Kings would be able to support him in time?
Even if they could save Duque, what about Duque's friends and family? What about Duque's territory? What about his subjects?
Everything in the secular world was like a sand castle in front of this ferocious and unparalleled evil ancient dragon.
To be honest, Duque definitely wanted Nesario to die more than anyone else.
Aurelia really didn't want to see Duque, who was pretending to be relaxed, immersed in pain and fear.
However, what could a mere mortal do? This wasn't something mortals could intervene in!
At this moment, Duque suddenly noticed a small black dot above Nesario's forward airspace.
It was a Griffin.
On the Griffin, there was a man in golden armor.
He was holding the Golden Bible in his left hand and doing something that he had repeated thousands of times — he was praying.
His armor was very different from the armor of the Knights of Rotterdam and any other country on the continent. Its right pauldron was a huge golden wing, and its right arm under the pauldron was carrying an incomparably heavy warhammer.
The Griffin he was riding let out a dissatisfied cry, complaining that he was too heavy.
He completed his prayer and smiled at the Griffin. "Big guy, after I go down, you can go back on your own. I should be dead for sure. "
There was no fear or uneasiness about death.
There was only devotion to his faith.
Along with his farewell words, the Griffin seemed to feel the determination of its temporary master. It let out a low cry, as if wanting him to give up on this terrible idea.
However, he ignored it.
Bright golden light descended from above and enveloped the entire set of heavy white armor with golden edges. Soon, regardless of whether the armor was originally white, blue, or any other color, it all began to glow with golden light.
He suddenly disappeared from the back of the Griffin.
He plummeted!
His hammer, his armor, and his light merged into one, forming a dazzling golden comet.
The comet was heading in the direction of Nesario's escape route. If there were no accidents, two rays of light, one black and one gold, would meet in mid-air in three seconds.
Even though he was seriously injured, Nesario still had enough agility to avoid the Paladin who jumped down from the sky to seek death.
However, Nesario refused to dodge.
That's right! The four Dragon Kings can chase after me, Deathwing. How dare you, a mere human, stop me, the true overlord of the sky!?
Nesario did not dodge. Instead, he opened his mouth and bit down.
The walls of Rotterdam collapsed. At least 100,000 people in the city witnessed this scene, and almost everyone called out the name of this Alliance hero.
"Uther!!"
This great Paladin once again showed the world his unparalleled courage.
Not everyone had the courage to jump from a height of a thousand meters!
Not everyone had the courage to face the Deathwing head-on!
Not everyone had the courage to face death generously!
He dared to, because his name was — Uther!
Without any suspense, the incomparably bright Holy Light in the eyes of humans was sent flying by Nesario.
However, he bought himself two seconds.
Two precious seconds.
But it was not enough!
Aurelia was horrified to find that the person she loved the most had disappeared from her side.
No one knew why Duque could teleport behind Uther in an instant.
Anyway, under the watchful eyes of the entire city, a huge fist formed by arcane energy suddenly appeared. With an incomparably gorgeous right hook, it went through Nesario's blind spot and punched the black dragon's ugly face.
"Nesario — I! Go! You! Big! " Nesario felt dizzy.
When he came back to his senses, the four Dragon Aspects pounced on him again.
By the time he came back to his senses, the Four Dragon Aspects had pounced on him again.
This time, no one could save Nethario …
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