Part-time BOSS

Varian did not respond to these messages. These thoughts were obviously instructions issued by the mysterious voice long ago, a kind of reverberation and echo in thoughts.

He went straight to Boleleus's body, pointed it at Boleleus's forehead, and thrust the sword blade into it.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Resurrect, King of the White Dragon, resurrect Boleleus, in the name of Frostmourne, I summon your soul back from the other side of death, resurrect!"

A blue underworld fire quickly ignited in Boleleus's eyes. The flames spread quickly, filling the dried blood and connecting the broken body.

Boom! The white dragon's claw slowly lifted up, leaving a huge crack less than a few meters away in front of Varian. Varian didn't care, and focused on injecting the power of death into Boleleus's body. In the body.

Boleleus slowly raised his head. It seemed a little slow and dazed, and its eyes burning with blue spiritual fire no longer had the charm they had before. But Varian knew very well that that was because its soul was already incomplete. Due to an incomplete relationship, part of the dragon soul is attached to the dragon's heart, part of it returns to the underworld, and part of it is sucked into it by Frostmourne, controlling the huge and magnificent body in front of it.

The so-called undead are like this.

However, it is an ancient dragon after all. Even if it only retains a part of its soul, it will still be a powerful individual after its resurrection.

Soon, a new name and health bar appeared above the dragon's head.

‘Wither’ Boleleus (frost dragon), the world’s first-level BOSS, has a health value of 284,000.

Varian nodded. Although he could feel that the dragon's strength had dropped a lot after its resurrection, it still seemed very powerful. At least his next plan was enough to implement.

At this moment, another piece of information came to mind.

Mysterious voice: "Varian, is that you? You damn human, you haven't responded to my call for so long, do you want to betray your master?"

This time the voice was unusually clear, and Varian immediately understood that it seemed that the other party finally found out that he was online.

Although Frostmourne is a powerful artifact, it is obviously not a complete artifact, but is controlled by a higher level. That mysterious voice is the real owner of the Death Artifact.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Oh, my respected master, how can you say that about me? I have always been serving you. According to your orders, I will assemble a huge undead army for you. Isn’t this exactly your order?”

Mysterious voice: "But why don't you take Frostmourne with you, you know it will make me very unhappy, and when I am unhappy..."

A sharp stabbing pain suddenly erupted in Varian's brain, as if it was piercing into his soul. Varian gritted his teeth. Fortunately, because he was fully prepared, the damage was not very great. The most important thing is But his will was not affected too much.

But Varian still acted like he was severely wounded.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Ah, great master, stop it, stop it!"

Mysterious voice: "Hmph, now you know how powerful you are, humans. Do you know the consequences of rejecting me? This is just a small punishment. If you dare to betray me, then you will understand what you will suffer. What torture.”

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Oh, my great master, I will never betray you."

Mysterious voice: "What did you just do? I felt a huge mana disturbance. You consumed a lot of death power."

Varian (Prince of Storms): "I have created a new servant for you." Varian said as he climbed onto the dragon's back and Boleleus immediately flapped his wings and flew out of the cave.

Mysterious voice: "Let me see - damn, a giant dragon, you resurrected a dragon. I told you not to provoke those reptiles in Dragon Sleep Temple during this period, the time has not come yet!"

Among the many forces entrenched in the Dragon Bone Wilderness, the Dragon Sleeping Temple is undoubtedly the most powerful one.

After the last ancient dragon Galakrond died in battle, its corpse fell from the sky. The power contained in the corpse produced a huge energy impact, razing hundreds of kilometers around it to the ground, and thus created a map called Dragonblight. .

In order to ensure that this world-destroying monster would not resurrect, the five guardian dragons joined forces to build a dragon fortress called the Dragon Sleeping Temple, and each arranged for an ancient dragon to guard it. For tens of thousands of years, the five ancient dragons have always remained. Here, even after the betrayal of the Black Dragon Legion in the War of the Ancients, the Longmian Alliance did not collapse. They always adhered to their mission and monitored Galakrond's body.

This military force can be regarded as a special force under the Dragon Covenant. Even in the most critical moments of the Dragon Clan, it has never been mobilized.

Although the mysterious voice behind Frostmourne was powerful, it obviously did not dare to easily attract the attention of Longmian Alliance.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Don't worry, Master, I have always kept your teachings in mind and never provoked those dragons. The white dragon I resurrected is not within the sphere of influence of Wyrmrest Temple."

Mysterious voice: "Very good, you are not allowed to lift Frostmourne from now on, you must obey me."

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Oh, of course, I can't bear to part with this divine sword." Varian said, at this moment, Boleleus was already soaring in the cold sky of Dragonblight, surrounded by Mountains, forests, and wilderness are all at a glance.

On the distant horizon, the outline of Longmian Temple can be vaguely seen. It is so far away that the magnificent temple looks very small, like a small tower.

But he knew that the temple was extremely majestic, and there were thousands of dragons living in it. No force in Northrend dared to provoke it easily, but now, he was going to provoke it.

Looking at the huge building getting closer and closer in the distance, Varian smiled slightly.

Varian (Prince of Storms): "Okay, Master, I still have things to do, so I won't contact you for now."

Mysterious voice: "Hey, wait a minute..."

Varian has already put Frostmourne back into his backpack.

At this moment, in the distant sky, a young red dragon was flying desperately towards Longmian Temple.

But it was the one that had been frozen in the Frost Dragon's Lair. After being unfrozen, it was ready to report back to the Dragon Sleeping Temple as soon as possible.

Varian was not in a hurry to take action, he just followed from a distance and slowly closed the distance.

As if sensing the threat, the young red dragon turned and looked at the sky behind him. When he saw the figure of Boleleus, he was so frightened that he waved his wings vigorously.

But how could the young red dragon fly past the ancient dragon and be caught up in the blink of an eye?

Seeing that it was not too far away from Wyrmrest Temple, Varian stopped waiting.

"Kill it!"

With a command, Boleleus opened his mouth, and blue frost flames spurted out. This frost flame breath not only contained the power of frost that Boleleus had mastered during his lifetime, but also contained the death magic power from the underworld.

Wherever the blue fire passed, the red dragon had no ability to resist, and let out a shrill roar, far away in the night sky, and then fell down with a scream.

Varian also let Boleleus land.

When he landed next to the red dragon, the red dragon was already dead.

Although the body had cooled down, the flesh and blood was unscathed. There was only a layer of ice crystals attached to it, and the eye sockets were hollow and lifeless.

good, very good.

Varian nodded.

The power of Boleleus' Dragon Breath has basically not decreased, but it has lost the ability to speak dragon magic.

After confirming the outcome of the battle and leaving enough traces, Varian did not stop any longer and allowed Boleleus to rise into the sky again and fly towards the distance.

Varian's choice of timing to leave was obviously very wise. Only a few minutes later, several dragon figures appeared in the sky.

A red dragon and a blue dragon, both adult dragons, landed together and transformed into a red-haired elf and a blue-haired human.

Seeing the body of the young red dragon, both dragons were shocked.

Ornstarz (Red Dragon Sky Patroller): "This is - Frost Dragon's Breath? Damn it, is it Boleleus? This guy is getting more and more arrogant."

Caogos (Blue Dragon Spellweaver): "No, something is not right. I can feel the power of death from it! The disturbance of the magic power is still obvious. The other party should not have been gone for long."

Magic perception!

Some blue light spots suddenly appeared in the sky, and a flight path formed by blue light spots flew towards the mountains in the north.

Caorgos (Blue Dragon Spellweaver): "It's that shadow wandering in the northern mountains. It dares to attack the dragons. It's unforgivable! I'll catch up and see where it's going. Go back and report to the ambassadors immediately."

The red dragon nodded, and the two dragons rose into the sky at the same time, one heading north and the other west.

At the same time, Varian was flying Boleleus in the direction of the Frozen Throne.

He originally didn't know the location of the Frozen Throne, but thanks to those adventurers, the mysterious voice hidden in the mountains was finally discovered by him in a giant frozen peak.

The blue dragon followed the traces left by the strange dragon and continued to speed up, but the opponent was very fast. Even if the blue dragon tried its best, it could only barely guarantee not to lose the trace.

The Dragon Bone Wilderness gradually disappeared, replaced by a large coniferous forest, the Crystalsong Forest.

Continuing to fly, the forest disappeared, and cold mountains and majestic glaciers appeared in front of us.

Caorgos was a little nervous. He had never been to this unfamiliar territory before. The Wyrmrest Alliance's only mission was to monitor Galakrond's corpse, and Northrend was not a safe place. Even with the strength of the Dragon Clan, , although no one dares to mess with him in Dragonblight, but looking at the whole of Northrend, he is not the only powerful force.

The storm giants of the Storm Peaks, the guardians of Ulduar, the vrykul kingdom of the Howling Fjord, the frost troll empire of Zul'Drak, and the spider-men hidden deep underground are all very powerful.

But almost without exception, no one is interested in the icy wasteland of Icecrown Glacier. The terrain here is too rugged, the climate is too cold, and the resources are scarce.

But now, this dead place seems to be particularly lively.

That's - the undead!

Through the clouds, Caorgos saw countless undead in ragged clothes, with withered flesh and bones, busy building towers, city walls, and even fortresses.

So many undead! As far as the eye can see, there are canyons and mountains all over Icecap Glacier.