Part-time BOSS

boom!

A violent force rapidly expanded in Mo Fei's body, breaking through the seal, tearing his flesh and blood, and distorting his body. His body instantly swelled to as tall as a hill, and his skin was covered with dragon scales, and his back grew. The dragon's wings cover the sky, the dragon's eyes are like the flames of hell, and the dragon's horns are like towers striking the clouds.

This change was so rapid, so brutal, and so direct that at that moment, Mo Fei felt like he was being torn apart. It was extremely tragic and painful.

But soon, as he adapted to the body of the Black Dragon King and felt the protective power of the earth surging within his body, the pain dissipated and was replaced by an incomparable joyful feeling of infinite power. .

"Such a powerful force!" Murphy - or Deathwing murmured to himself, feeling a burst of finally unrestricted relief and ecstasy in his heart.

He did not act in a hurry, but first checked Deathwing's skills. Although he felt that as soon as Deathwing appeared, the civil war would be eliminated soon. Based on his understanding of the Black Dragon clan, there was no one in the Black Dragon Legion. Only Dragon dares to challenge the majesty of Deathwing, but just in case, you still have to be prepared to take action.

Besides, he was also looking forward to seeing what kind of system the skills of such an awesome BOSS would be like.

What is unexpected but also reasonable is that Deathwing's skill system is actually very similar to Morpheus's skill system, both of them belong to the Black Dragon clan.

1. Dragon Breath Flame. 2. Dragon language magic. 3. Hand-to-hand combat skills. 4. The power of domination. 5. Flying skills.

Unlike Morpheus, who majored in Dragon Breath Flame and minored in Flying Skills, Deathwing's skill system is very comprehensive. It has almost all the five series of talent skills. It is so densely packed with various talents, specialties, and gain attributes that you can't even see them. There are many bloodline talents and extraordinary skills that Mo Fei has never seen before.

Unfortunately, due to the soul stripping, all dragon language magic is displayed as unusable, which is somewhat regrettable.

In addition, the ultimate skill called [Catastrophe] is also in a gray state and cannot be used.

Fortunately, the other four series skills can be used.

Murphy ignored the messy passive effects and directly checked the available active skills.

Everything is burned, the wild flames, the lava bursts, the earth is torn apart, the meteor shower, the death crash, the evil fire of the abyss, the molten purgatory, the gaze of destruction, the giant jaw dragon bite, the roar of fear, the source of armor...

Let me go, each skill name is more domineering than the last. Just by hearing the names, you can tell that they are all awesome skills.

Murphy quickly browsed through the skill descriptions. He couldn't understand them in depth, but at least he had to be able to roughly understand how these skills worked, so as not to be blinded in the event of a fight.

Over there, Wang Xuan was a little anxious.

Wang Xuan (Sacred Envoy of the God Realm): "I said, act quickly, what are you waiting for?"

‘Deathwing’ Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): “Shut up, you insignificant mortal, noisy fly, I, Deathwing, don’t need you to teach me how to do things.”

Wang Xuan (Sacred Envoy of the God Realm): "Oh no, Mo Fei, what do you mean by that..."

boom! The huge dragon claw struck directly in front of Wang Xuan, and the ground cracked with cracks. The impact of the air wave made Wang Xuan's clothes fly, and also interrupted his words.

Wang Xuan took a step back and took a defensive stance. The eyes of the Black Dragon King in front of him were flashing with flames of madness and rage. He was so frightened that he almost thought that the other party was going to fight with him.

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny, the terminator of all things, unstoppable and irresistible, I am the Cataclysm! Don't try to challenge my anger—— As a small mortal, that will be a price you cannot bear."

Wang Xuan was stunned, is this guy crazy? After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized, "I'll go, is this guy into a drama?" Okay, okay, I'll bear with it.

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that you are awesome and you continue.

Mo Fei sneered. He didn't mean to target Wang Xuan, but entering into a play is sometimes a state. It's not just acting, but more importantly, completely believing that he is that character. In the past, he once transformed into Mo Fei. Faith, now he will be transformed into Deathwing, whether it is a secondary level, self-hypnosis, or experiential acting.

In short, at this moment, his emotions have been brought to this arrogant, crazy and tyrannical Black Dragon King, but he also possesses ancient wisdom.

He originally thought that playing Deathwing would be more difficult. After all, compared with Morpheus, this is a more complex existence. But after he lifted the seal and gained the power of Deathwing, this change of mentality was almost It was done naturally.

At this time he said disdainfully.

"Okay mortals, don't worry, those dragon cubs will not really take action at all. I know too well the cunning, insidiousness and selfishness buried deep in their hearts. No black dragon lord will do anything real for the power of others. Sacrifice, unless they use the crowd to bully the weak or the strong to bully the weak, they will always express their support with words and show their courage with conspiracy. Wait here, I will set off now, this farce is very It will be over soon.”

After speaking, he suddenly spread his wings, and the huge black dragon king soared into the sky, straight into the sky.

Wang Xuan hurriedly turned on the far vision skill again and paid close attention to the situation at the scene.

At the same time—over the Obsidian Temple:

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "Black Dragon Lords, I am the son of Deathwing, the high-ranking Black Dragon Lord Nefarian. My father's whereabouts are unknown. As his son, I must assume the responsibility of leading the Black Dragon Legion. Do you want to challenge my father's majesty? Make a wise choice and swear allegiance to me. This is your last chance!

If you refuse, you will soon understand the tragic fate of those enemies who dare to oppose the Black Dragon Legion. "

Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Shut up, you useless coward. You are not qualified to say these words at all. You were the first one to escape in the Battle of Dalaran. You cowered in front of those human mages and abandoned them. Compatriots are running away with their heads in their hands. Is this what you call taking responsibility?

Hum, besides, Lord Deathwing is just missing. For us, the Black Dragon clan, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, and you are not qualified to inherit the title of King of the Black Dragon. "

Onyxia (Black Dragon Princess): "Nefarian, Morpheus, you two should stop fighting. There is no need for things to get to this point."

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "Shut up, you bitch. As a descendant of Deathwing, you are helping this outsider."

Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "It's you who should shut up, you bastard. Oni is also a member of the Black Dragon Lords. You have no right to tell her what to do. Now apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness, and I will give you one." ending."

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "Hahaha, are you crazy? Morpheus, don't think that you can fight me by gathering that rabble. The high-ranking lords support me, and you have no chance of victory."

Morpheus (ancient black dragon): "Hahahaha, you are the dragon who needs to wake up. Why do you think they support you? It's just because you are weaker and easier to control. Once you become the king of the black dragon, they can borrow This manipulates you to seek benefits for myself, and it is the other dragon clans who suffer losses at that time, and I represent the real public opinion of the dragon clan."

Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "Hahahahaha, that's ridiculous. Public opinion means nothing. The Black Dragon clan respects strength, and only the strong are qualified to control everything."

Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Hahahahahaha, oh, really? So you think you are a strong one, so why not let us compete here to see who is stronger The one."

These words made Nefarian so angry that he could not speak for a while. Although his dragon language magic was powerful, in a one-on-one duel, it was obviously not as advantageous as the ancient black dragon's huge body.

Morentresa (high-ranking black dragon lord): "Stop talking nonsense to him Nefarian, just start the fight! We will support you!"

Kutrafist (ancient black dragon): "Yes, let's do it! We are right behind you. You are the descendant of Lord Neltharion, and you should be the leader of the legion!"

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Is someone calling my name?"

A low and hoarse voice came from the clouds. The low voice contained an indescribable power. It penetrated the clouds, the air, the forest, and the thick walls of the Obsidian Temple. For a while, the whisper resounded throughout the sky. .

The expressions of all the black dragons instantly changed. They all raised their heads and looked into the sky. They saw the clouds stirring. A terrifying black dragon with a wingspan of more than two hundred meters swooped down like it covered the sky. The figure of Deathwing flew directly over the dragon group. However, the fierce air flow caused the dragons to scatter in the wind for a while. The smaller ones could not even control their balance and flew in all directions like fallen leaves.

Deathwing didn't seem to care at all about the scene he had stirred up, spreading his wings and hovering over the Obsidian Temple.

The storm set off by its wings made it seem like a hurricane appeared in the sky above the temple, and all the black dragons were stunned by this sudden scene.

"Father-Father!" Nefarian was stunned for a moment.

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "My dear son, come here and let me see what gives you such courage and ambition that you are ready to take over my position."

There was a hint of cruelty in Deathwing's tone, but Nefarian couldn't resist at all. No matter how much fear he had in his heart, he could only fly over obediently. The next second, he was hit by Deathwing's huge blow. The dragon's claws grabbed his neck and pressed down on the dome of the temple with one claw.

Murphy squeezed Nefarian's dragon head with his dragon claws and looked at the reptile's face with indescribable fear. This was the first time that Murphy saw such rich expressions on an inhuman face. .

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "I heard that you have been preaching that I am dead. Do you want to become the King of the Black Dragon? Then show your power and use all your strength to fight against me. Let me see Is that power worthy of this ambition to be a king?"

Murphy exerted a little force, and the dragon's face was almost deformed under his squeezing. However, facing the father who had been afraid of him all his life, Nefarian could not think of any resistance.

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "No, no, this is completely a misunderstanding. I'm just, I'm just worried about you, right, right, just worried about you."

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Hmph, your lies are so ridiculous, your power is so weak, cunning and ambition are not bad things, but look at you, you don't even have the courage to fight against me. No?

My dear son, you disappoint me so much. "

Murphy looked down at Nefarian's eyes. For a few seconds, an inexplicable murderous intention emerged in his heart. Nefarian's fearful eyes made him happy, but the cowering look made him angry.

He wanted to tear this useless and unfilial son to pieces, wanted to kill all the black dragon lords who dared to test his bottom line, and wanted to vent his anger to his heart's content. He seemed to be able to feel the killing intent, and Nefarian trembled with fear—— Almost whining for mercy.

Fortunately, Murphy still remembered the purpose of coming this time, so he suppressed the murderous intention, grabbed Nefarian's neck and threw him into the air.

Nefarian flickered his wings to maintain balance in the air, too afraid to get close, but too afraid to leave.

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Go back to Blackstone Tower, you bastard. Before I summon you, don't let me see your useless stupid face. As for you guys - a war." It's about to start, so go back to your own territory to gather strength, breed more heirs, cultivate more dragon warriors, and wait for my next order."

Nefarian and the black dragon lords beside him seemed to have received amnesty, and they fled with their tribes one by one.

The Black Dragon King looked towards the sky on the other side,

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Morpheus, get here."