Evil will not deceive you

While speaking, Deathwing raised his arm. The next moment, countless illusory tentacles suddenly appeared under the feet of Ronin and Krasus, tightly entangling the bodies of Krasus and Ronin. He got up and even wrapped their throats, causing the two of them to suffocate.

How could they be Deathwing's opponents?

As for Frostmourne, will he be controlled after getting him?

Deathwing is confident that he will not be controlled. He has been fighting against the power of the ancient gods for many years, and he is already familiar with how to fight against mind control.

As long as there are not more than one person on the same level as him controlling him, he will not be affected at all. At most, it will be interference and prevent him from using this weapon with full strength.

And he was very sure that even if Kil'jaeden and Archimonde used this thing to control him, he would not be controlled.

the reason is simple.

The ancient god who always wanted to control himself would not stand idly by.

Thinking of this, Deathwing showed a smile on his face.

His good son-in-law probably didn't expect that he would turn around and immediately tear up the covenant, right? That stupid little dragon kid always felt that profit could make people ignore most things, but he never thought that Deathwing didn't need to cooperate with the Burning Legion at all, and the Burning Legion would do what he needed to do.

He was the only one who really needed the power of the Burning Legion. He, Deathwing, was just curious about what they wanted to do.

If you can't see this clearly, you deserve to be deceived by yourself.

Looking at the two trembling people, especially the seriously injured red dragon, Deathwing was not in a hurry to get his trophies, because he really wanted to see the desperate expressions of these two people.

In fact, that's what he came for.

He didn't show much interest in Frostmourne at first, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he changed his mind.

Because he could see that this sword was actually a very powerful magical weapon, not just a sharp weapon.

Just looking at the sword, he knew how powerful it was for necromancy.

He really looked down on necromancy spells at first, not only because these spells were not as useful as most people thought, but the average psychic could only pull up some slow-moving zombies. Just a few warriors can easily kill the Necromancer and all his zombies.

But in the process of contacting Kel'Thuzad and Arthas, he was quite interested in the necromancy spells used by Kel'Thuzad and Arthas.

Because it shouldn't be a spell in this world. The spells in this world can't resurrect the undead so easily. The difficulty of this technology is not much easier than using the Holy Light spell to resurrect a person.

But the spells of Kel'Thuzad and Arthas highlighted an incongruity.

As a close minister of Arthas, he naturally obtained a lot of information on necromancy from Kel'Thuzad.

Then he found out.

This thing can be used to make a five-color dragon zombie, or in other words, a five-color dragon version of the death knight!

His son Nefarian has been working on the power of colorful dragons. He constantly wants to integrate the power of the five guardian dragons, but unfortunately, every research result is not so satisfactory. .

The fused dragon is either too weak to be of any use and has nothing but the appearance of a dragon, or its lifespan is incredibly low.

However, if there are more powerful necromancy spells, then some designs that have been compromised for survival can directly disappear from the five-color dragons, and those five-color dragons that are failures can truly have the power to fight.

They don't need life, they don't need the self-esteem and persistence of the Dragon Clan, as long as they can kill, it's enough!

But it is a pity that ordinary necromancy spells are not enough to be used against dragons. Yes, even he would have difficulty using necromancy spells against some of the five-color dragons cultivated by Nefarian, because most of the five-color dragons are powerful against the five-color dragons. Dragons are of no use!

They are almost the natural enemies of the dragon clan!

When any five-color dragon faces this kind of five-color dragon, he will feel that his power is useless and can only be killed ruthlessly by the opponent!

Because whether it is physical body, magic resistance or magic talent, these five-color dragons can perfectly surpass any dragon clan!

Therefore, it is quite difficult to resurrect them with necromancy. Their scales, skin, flesh, and muscles are extremely resistant to magic. General resurrection spells cannot even make them open their eyes.

Their only weakness is that they can only be produced, and it is very difficult. They have been researching for so long without any results.

But if he gets Frostmourne, with this artifact that can greatly increase necromancy, he can easily turn those failures into real five-color dragons, allowing him to defeat them in one go My brothers and sisters hang their heads on the Dragon Sleeping Tower!

Deathwing felt a burst of excitement when he thought of this, especially when he thought that he could dominate the world as he pleased, and completely bind Alexstrasza and other dragon kings as his own in the future...

There was an expression of joy on his face, even a little impatient, but the next moment, his eyes turned cold.

"Damn...the ancient gods..."

The change in mood just now was not his intention at all. There was only one thing he wanted to do, and that was to dominate Azeroth...

No, that's not right...

Deathwing felt a little confused. He seemed to be unable to remember what he was doing to dominate Azeroth. He knew clearly that this was the Ancient God trying to control him again, and it was also the price for him to gain the power of the Ancient God. It was also he who did something beyond the wishes of the Ancient Gods, so the Ancient Gods were trying to thwart his actions.

Prevent him from obtaining Frostmourne.

"It's...interesting."

He said these words again and looked at Krasus in front of him. Although he still wanted to see his desperate expression, Deathwing decided that it would be best to get the sword in his hands as soon as possible.

So he walked towards Frostmourne without paying any attention to Ronin and Krasus. He even glanced contemptuously at Krasus who was preparing a spell.

"You can try to tell the truth, Alexstrasza's little toy."

He did not hide his malice towards Krasus, and Krasus's heart sank, because he tried, but was blocked by something, and he could not contact any of the dragon legions!

Krasus felt his seriously injured body and the shadow tentacles wrapped around his body. He knew clearly that if he forcibly restored his dragon body now, his tightly wound throat would definitely suffer severe damage, and even Neither can breathe out.

He couldn't defeat Deathwing in the first place, let alone when he couldn't even release the dragon's breath!

He will be easily killed by Deathwing!

However, it would be impossible for him to watch Deathwing obtain Frostmourne! !

Looking at Ronin who was gradually losing consciousness beside him, Krasus stretched out his hand with difficulty, and a touch of red power slowly poured into Ronin's body. Then, red scales quickly appeared on his elf's appearance. , then, a giant dragon appeared instantly, tore these tentacles to pieces, broke through the ten thousand-year-old ice cave, and let out a shrill and bloody roar at Deathwing.

In human ears, this cry is just a more complex dragon roar, but in the ears of the giant dragon——

"Neltharion!! In the name of the dragon! I challenge you! I want to challenge your position as dragon father!"

——It is an absolute provocation, a struggle that cannot be retreated or refused.

In the background of countless ice cubes falling, Deathwing stopped just one step away from Frostmourne. He withdrew his hand that almost touched Frostmourne and slowly turned his head.

At this time, his eyes had turned scarlet and his face was covered with frost.

Obviously, Crassus' words made him angry.

"A face...a toy...a waste that cannot make Alexstrasza lay dragon eggs..."

Neltharion, or the King of the Black Dragon, the Dragon Father, Deathwing slowly turned around, and as the Dragon Father, the leader of the tribe, looked at the scarred Krala, who was constantly bleeding from his throat. Suss, with a voice filled with boundless anger, spoke slowly.

"Are you worthy?!"

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