Anomaly Of Warcraft

The red is blood, and the black is soil.

When the blood spewed out and sprinkled on the ground where the volcanic ash and the wind-cracked rock were mixed, the red blood dried up into a black scab.

When the black earth turns from solid to liquid under the flames of magic, the black earth becomes red magma.

Except for the dwarf who witnessed the supreme mighty power of Ragnaros, Lord of the Balrogs three hundred years ago, who could have imagined that the battle between two people could be so great.

Two people".

Talon King Terokk’s guard sergeant Ashkandi, a leader of the young generation of the arakkoa clan in Draenor, a warrior who has given up the comfortable and luxurious life of Tongtian Peak because of faith and vision, and is fighting with mission and glory. .

The strongest black dragon of Azeroth, perhaps the son of the strongest dragon Neltharion, the black dragon prince Nefarian, a pure-blood dragon clan that coexists with elegance and strength, stands at the peak of the power of the Eastern Kingdom.

If a bookmaker dared to start the battle between the two, even if the odds are one to one hundred million, I am afraid that no one will buy Ashkandi to win.

Because Nefarian is a dragon, a giant dragon, he may inherit his father's mighty power as a guardian dragon in the future, even now it is an extraordinary existence. And Ashkandy, no matter how strong, is just the pinnacle of mortals.

Originally, it should be like this, it was Nefarian who crushed Ashkandi deeply with his little finger.

It's a pity that reality made a big joke.

When Nefarian was tired of playing and didn't want to frolic in a human manner, something happened.

"I will take your corpse away. You have the qualification."

The black dragon prince Nepharios in human form has a knife mark on the front and back of his fitted mage robe. Through the broken clothing, it can be seen that his body surface is no longer human skin, but light black scales.

"quack."

Although he didn't understand the bird language of the arakkoa, Nepharios could still hear the contemptuous mockery in this "quack".

Black dragon, but so!

Compared to his own wounds, Ashkandi's contempt for the black dragon clan completely angered Nefarian, and the black prince used the human throat to let out a howl of a dragon.

Yes, transformed, the human body of Nepharios gradually expanded and changed into the black dragon Nefarian.

And Ashkandy just watched quietly while holding the claw blade in his hand.

"You will pay for your frivolousness~~~~ Ah!!!"

At the moment when the transformation was completed, the sudden change brought great pain to Nefarian. The four-headed flail that was left aside burst open due to the fierce fighting, and the bombardment on Nefarian caused a great deal of damage to it. Big damage.

Although it is an artifact forged by the Black Iron Dwarf Blood Sacrifice of hundreds of creatures, it is not enough to cause fatal damage to the Black Dragon Prince. With the powerful recovery power of the Nefarian Pure Blood Black Dragon, the body can be restored within a dozen breaths.

However, the magic power of the four-headed flail was released with the disintegration of the material form. The chain of magic power penetrated into Nefarian's body under the guidance of the blood of the black dragon, forcibly locked the power belonging to the black dragon, and bound the black dragon Nefarian. Became the half-dragon master Nepharios.

"Now, we can continue."

Ashkandy shook his feathers and said in his rusty Azeroth lingua franca.

"Despicable trick!"

The black dragon prince tried to use the power of the black dragon, and the pain from the depths of his blood made him return without success, but the arcane magic power that he usually continued to pretend to kill time responded to the master's call.

This shocked Nepharios.

Breaking off the little finger of his left hand, in the obscure spell, the broken finger turned into a keel staff, so the warrior and the mage's confrontation began again.

Ashkandi's claw blade was a sharp blade that almost shattered the Holy Shield. It was powerful and heavy. Nepharios knew that he couldn't fight it hard just with a light knock with the keel staff.

The black dragon prince took advantage of an inelegant donkey to roll around, and then rolled around 720 degrees. The action flashed around. The coquettish operation was full of earthy scent. The dark black scales of the archmage were covered with black dust. , Looked embarrassed.

But Ashkandi's habit of belonging to the samurai made him lose the chance to kill with one blow.

In order to sever Nepharios' neck with a stab, the arakkoa stretched his wings and told Darjin.

In order to avoid the enhanced Frost Nova of the Archmage, the arakkoa can only play with claws and blades.

So in the dust and mist that came out of the arakkoa's claws, the meteorite summoned by magic power dragged its flame tail and thundered.

One step forward is the icy wall where Frost Nova condenses, and when back is the meteorite face, Ashkandy's choice is nothing more than left or right.

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

The black dragon prince didn't know what choice the arakkoa would make, so he had to squander his magic power and summon ten fireballs, five on the left and five on the left and right, to predict his face.

The fireball washes the ground, the hot magic melts the soil, the wild magic turns the volcanic ash quartz stone back into magma, the sky is red and black tones, the earth is black and red melody, between the sky and the earth, surrender Terokk in Anzu of the Shadow Crow gave Ashkandi the ability to travel through the shadows briefly.

... The black dragon prince Nefarian's operation to demonstrate his strength was too big.

Have you ever seen a sword technique that fell from the sky?

"Eugene Wagayaku!"

Ashkandi yelled in arakkoa, appeared from the shadow of a cloud of dust directly above Nefarian, and walked down with the might of thunder.

Then it was empty.

Mom's mentally retarded!

Nefarian's heart was surging in his chest, and the magic flow compensation brought by three consecutive flashes aggravated this feeling.

Had it not been for Longhua's body to strengthen the hearing ability, I am afraid that something will happen with this knife!

The end of a crisis represents the unexpected arrival of the next crisis.

The battle continues.

The knife is an airtight killing net. Ashkandi's performance makes people feel curious and awe of Terokk. Every guard around him is so strong, how heroic the King of Claws himself is.

Spells are wild destruction. Nefarian did not abandon the dignity of the black dragon while in desperation. He had defensive and offensive, showing his magical attainments, even if he did not use the power of the black dragon.

In less than three minutes of fighting memory, the battlefield with a radius of several hundred meters has turned into a purgatory on earth. The huge emotional ups and downs almost awakened Carlos from a meditation state. However, Guy Erzas could only continue to guide him. Spells stabilize the operation of the magic circle.

With the intervention of Guy Elsas, Carlos's personal consciousness became more and more condensed, and his previous experience of watching Sylvie Morgan's mental world gave him the ability to think at a shallow level in the memory of a dreamlike state.

[Although Nefarian's magic power has not been exhausted, but the rhythm is already in the hands of Ashkandi. There will be three more times at most. The black dragon can't hold back the knife! 】

This is the judgment that Carlos made as a warrior.

Sure enough, after two more offensive and defensive conversions, Ashkandi, who has been cherishing his wings unscathed, used Nepharios’ inertial thinking to fight the damage of his left hand frozen by the ice arrow, and rushed to the wizard’s side with his right hand. The claw blade dropped out of his hand and drawn a weird spiral arc to seal the black dragon prince's flashing path, and then the claw blade of the left hand swung fiercely.

Nefarian is dying! ? ! ? ! ?

The huge mental fluctuation almost invalidated Guy's spell, forcing the Grand Magister to summon his emerald orb to stabilize the magic.

However, Nefarian, who seemed to be a dead end and unable to fight back, breathed a sigh of relief when the blade was added, threw away the keel staff and sat on the ground.

"What a vulgar taste."

As for Ashkandy, maintaining a weird posture, he was frozen in mid-air.

"Hehe, heroes always appear at the last second, don't they? My dear brother, you are really embarrassed!"

Carlos's violent mood swings could not be suppressed even by the coffin board made by Guy Elsas himself. His consciousness quickly escaped from the memory of dreams and returned to his body.

At the last moment before waking up, Carlos finally touched the remaining soul fragments of Ashkandi. At that moment, Carlos seemed to be Ashkandi in the fierce battle. Through the unique vision of the arakkoa, on the distant cliffs, it was not only the black dragon princess Onyxia who hid his figure to watch the excitement. The seven black behemoths were lying or standing, helpless or joking, but not anxious, they just watched Nefarian, the substitute of the black dragonflight, suffer.

It's just suffering.

[Promise, keep your promise, Mario! Carlos! promise! 】

Feeling the last mental fluctuation of Ashkandy, Carlos came to his senses.

"Don't ask anything, I want to be quiet."

Opening his eyes, Carlos interrupted Guy's curiosity first, stood up and pulled a chair casually and sat down.

The solution of a question often leads to a series of questions, and a bluff is usually followed by a greater bluff.

There is no need to guess the fate of the arakkoa Ashkandi, but Carlos thought he would see a mystery suspense drama, but he did not expect to watch an Azeroth action blockbuster.

In the memory of dreams, his thinking ability was limited. After quitting meditation, Carlos quickly figured out a taste.

Combined with his experience in the ceremonial hall at that time, Carlos couldn't help but stare.

No matter you, the Dark Iron Dwarf or the Arakkoa Black Dragon, all have been pitted!

Then Carlos the warrior and the famous detective Carlos gave way to King Carlos!

Nefarian's injury! ! !

Nefarian, who cannot return to the black dragon form, is not qualified to command the black dragon legion, so with the previous promise of the Thorium Brotherhood, the troops of the Alliance's Southern Expedition can attack the orc tribe without worrying about the attitude of the black dragon legion.

Nefarian's injuries must be explored.

Carlos's heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly, the gears of the original history have already jumped, and the opportunity to create a new history is right in front of him.

"Is it better? I have prepared a tranquilizer for you."

Seeing Carlos returning to normal, Guy Elsas walked over and offered a fragrant drink.

"Thank you, by the way, do you know a guy named Mario? It should be quite famous in your mage world."

Carlos is very curious about Ashkandy's last obsession. He has a directness. This Mario is the black hand behind the scenes.

"I don't know each other. If you want to find someone, you can go to the Kirin Tor to find the Archmage Louis. He is a very eye-catching news merchant."

Guy Elsas thought for a moment, then gave his own reply.

Sure enough, Mario is mostly a pseudonym, and it's useless to find Master Louis. I might as well go to the Mushroom Man or Princess Bitchi...

Princess Bitchi...When Carlos complained inwardly, he suddenly realized that he could really ask Bitchi...Princess Black Dragon!

Black Dragon Princess-Onyxia.

This reasoning ability, I TMD is a genius.

Excited, Carlos stood up suddenly and hugged Guy Elsas.

Then the Holy Shield and the Magic Shield were triggered at the same time, and the rapids of the Holy Light and Arcane caused a small storm, causing a mess around the area.

Guy Elsas, who was holding the cup in his hand, looked dumbfounded.

"I owe you personal love, for the alliance!"

Released his arms and held his shoulders instead, Carlos couldn't see Guy's face clearly, so he had to open his eyes wide to show his sincerity.

Looking at the faces of Carlos and (fierce) good (evil), Guy Elsas had only four letters in his heart——MDZZ.

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