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As blood gushed out and sprinkled on the ground where the ash and the wind cracked stones, the red blood dried up into black scabs.

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

Except for the dwarves who had witnessed the supreme power of Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, three hundred years ago, who would have thought that the battle between two people could be so grand.

Two "people".

Ashkandi, the guard of the Taylon King of Talok, the leader of the younger generation of the Raven people of the Draenor Continent, is a warrior who gave up the comfortable and luxurious life of Tongtian Peak because of faith and longing, and fought with mission and glory.

The strongest black dragon in Azeroth, perhaps the son of the strongest dragon Nesario, the prince of the black dragon, Nefarian, a pure-blooded dragon with grace and strength, stands at the pinnacle of power in the Eastern Kingdoms.

If there is a bookmaker who dares to open the market for the fight between these two people, even if it is a odds of 1 to 100 million, I am afraid that no one will buy Ashkandi to win.

Because Nefarian was a dragon, a dragon, and perhaps in the future he would inherit his father's power and become a guardian dragon, even now he is an extraordinary being. And no matter how strong Ashkandi is, he is only the pinnacle of mortals.

Originally, it was Nefarian who crushed Ashkandi with his deep little finger.

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

When Nefarian got tired of playing and didn't want to play as a human anymore, something happened.

"I'll take your corpse away, you have the right to do it."

The humanoid Black Dragon Prince Nefarios had a knife mark on the front and back of the mage robe, and through the torn clothing, it could be seen that the surface of his body was no longer human skin, but pale black scales.

"Quack."

Although he didn't understand the bird language of the Raven Clan, Nefarios could still hear the contemptuous mockery contained in this "quack".

Black Dragon, but that's it!

Ashkandi's contempt for the Black Dragons angered Nefarian more than his own wounds, and the Black Prince let out a dragon's howl through his human throat.

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

And Ashkandi just watched quietly with his claw blade in his hand.

"You will pay for your frivolity~~~~ ah!!"

At the moment when the transformation was completed, the sudden change brought great pain to Nefarian, and the four-headed flail, which had no time to care about the discarded side due to the fierce battle, burst open and bombarded Nefarian, causing great damage to it.

Although it is an artifact forged by hundreds of living beings in the blood sacrifice of the Black Iron Dwarf, it is not enough to cause fatal damage to the Black Dragon Prince, and with the powerful recovery power of the Nefarian pure-blooded black dragon, the body can be restored in more than a dozen breaths.

However, the magic power of the four-headed flail was also released as the material form disintegrated, and the chains of magic power penetrated deep into Nefarian's body under the guidance of the black dragon's blood, forcibly locking the power belonging to the black dragon, and binding the black dragon Nefarian into Nefarion, the half-dragon great mage.

"Now, we can continue."

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

"Despicable tricks!"

The Black Dragon Prince tried to use the power of the black dragon, but the pain from deep in his veins caused him to return, and the arcane magic that usually continued to kill time in order to kill time responded to his master's call.

This frightened Nefarios.

Breaking off the little finger of his left hand, in an obscure spell, the severed finger transforms into a dragon bone staff, and the battle between the warrior and the mage begins again.

Ashkandi's claw blade was the blade that almost shattered the Holy Shield, it was powerful and heavy, and Nefarios knew that he couldn't fight hard just by smacking it with his keel staff.

The black dragon prince took advantage of a graceless donkey to roll in the air, rolled seven hundred and twenty degrees, turned around and flashed the action, coquettish operation, full of ruffian elegance, and the dark black scales of the archmage without a trace of body were glued to the black dust, looking embarrassed.

But Ashkandi's samurai habits deprived him of the chance to kill with one hit.

In order to cut Nefarios' neck with a single sword, the Raven Man stretched his wings and told the Rush.

In order to dodge the archmage's enhanced Frost Nova, the Raven Man can only play emergency stop with his claw blade.

So in the dust mist that came out of the claws and blades of the crows, the extraterrestrial meteorite summoned by magic power roared with the tail of flames.

One step forward is the wall of ice condensed by the frost nova, and the back is the meteorite paste face, and Ashkandi's choice is nothing more than left or right.

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

The Black Dragon Prince didn't know what kind of choice the Raven Man 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 the confusion.

Fireballs wash the floor, scorching magic melts the soil, wild magic turns the quartz stones of volcanic ash back into magma, the sky is a hue of red and black, the earth is a melody of black and red, and between the sky and the earth, Tyrok, who surrenders to Ansu, the Raven of Shadows, gives Ashkandi the ability to travel through the shadows for a short time.

…… Nefarian, the prince of the black dragon, has a wave of operations to show his strength.

Have you ~~ ever seen a knife technique that falls from the sky?

"Eugene Wah Gayakul!"

Ashkandi shouted in Raven and emerged from the shadows of a cloud of dust directly above Nefarian, descending with the power of thunder.

And then it was also empty.

Damn retarded!

Nefarion's heart was surging in his chest, and the feeling was exacerbated by the flow of mana from three flashes in a row.

If it weren't for the dragon's body that strengthened the ability to hear, I'm afraid that something would have happened to this knife!

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

The battle continues.

The knife is an impenetrable killing net, and Ashkandi's performance makes people wonder and be in awe of Tyrok, a guard around him is strong like this, and the King of Talon himself is so heroic.

Spell is wild destruction, Nefarian did not give up the dignity of the black dragon in a desperate situation, there was defense and attack, showing his magical attainments, even if he did not use the power of the black dragon.

In the memory of the battle in less than three minutes, the battlefield within a radius of several hundred meters has turned into a purgatory on earth, and the huge emotional ups and downs almost woke Carlos from his meditative state several times, and Kael'thas can only continue to guide the spell to stabilize the operation of the magic array.

With Kael'thas intervening, Carlos's personal consciousness became more and more condensed, plus the previous watching of Sylvie. Morgan's mental experience of the world gave him the ability to think shallowly in memories that resemble dreams.

[Although Nefarian's magic power has not been exhausted, the rhythm is already in Ashkandi's hands, and there will be three more times, and the black dragon will not be able to hold on to the knife!] 】

This is the judgment made by Carlos, who is also a martial artist.

Sure enough, after two more offensive and defensive transitions, Ashkandi, who had always cherished his wings unscathed, used Nefarios' inertial thinking to fight the damage of his left hand frozen by the ice arrow, and rushed to the mage's side, and the claw blade of his right hand came out of his hand and drew a strange spiral arc to seal the flash path of the black dragon prince, and then the claw blade of his left hand swung out fiercely.

Nefarian is going to die?!?!?

The massive mental fluctuations nearly rendered Kael'thas spells ineffective, forcing the Archmagister to summon his own emerald orb to stabilize the magic.

However, Nefarian, who seemed to be a dead end, was powerless to fight back, but the moment the blade was added, he breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the dragon bone staff, and sat on the ground.

"It's a vulgar taste."

And Ashkandi, who eerily maintained a posture of being in the air, was fixed in mid-air.

"Hee-hee, heroes always show up at the last second, don't they? My dear brother, you are so embarrassed! ”

Carlos's violent mood swings could not even suppress the coffin board made by Kael'thas himself, and his consciousness quickly departed from the memory dream and returned to his body.

In the last moments before he woke up, Carlos finally touched the remaining fragment of Ashcandi's soul. At that moment, he Carlos seemed to be Ashkandi in the fierce battle, through the unique vision of the crow man, on the cliff in the distance, it was not only the black dragon princess Onexia who hid her figure to see the excitement. The seven black beasts were lying or standing, helpless or playful, but they were not anxious, and just watched Nefarian, the substitute of the Black Dragon Legion, suffer.

It's just suffering.

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

Feeling Ashcandi's last mental turmoil, Carlos came to his senses.

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

Opening his eyes, Carlos interrupted Kael'thas first, stood up and casually pulled a chair and sat down.

The solution of a question often leads to a series of questions, and behind a confusion is usually a greater confusion.

There is no need to guess the fate of Ashkandi, but Carlos thought he would see a mystery drama, but he didn't expect to watch an Azeroth action blockbuster.

In the recollection dream, his thinking ability was limited, and after quitting meditation, Carlos quickly figured out something to taste.

Combined with the experience of being in the ceremonial arena at that time, Carlos's eyes couldn't help but widen.

Whether it's yourself, the black iron dwarf or the crow man and the black dragon, they have all been pitted by people!

Immediately afterwards, the warrior Carlos and the detective Carlos both gave way to King Carlos!

Nefarian's injuries!!

Nefarian, who could not change back into the form of a black dragon, was not qualified to lead the Black Dragon Legion, so with the previous promise of the Thursilver Brotherhood, the troops of the Alliance's southern expedition could fight the orc tribe without caring about the attitude of the Black Dragon Legion.

Nefarian's injuries must be investigated.

Carlos's heart began to beat rapidly, the gears of history had jumped, and the opportunity to create a new history was just around the corner.

"Are you better, I have a sub-tranquilizer for you."

Seeing that Carlos was back to normal, Kael'thas walked over and handed him a drink.

"Thanks, by the way, do you know a guy named Mario? You must be quite famous in the mage world. ”

Carlos is curious about Ashcandi's last obsession, and he has a directness that this Mario is the one behind it.

"I don't know, if you want to find someone, you can go to Kenrito and find Archmage Louis, he is a very eye-catching news merchant."

Kael'thas thought for a moment, then replied.

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

Princess Bichi...... When Carlos complained in his heart, he suddenly found that he could really ask Bichi... Black Dragon Princess!

Black Dragon Princess - Onexia.

This reasoning ability, I TMD is a genius.

In his excitement, Carlos suddenly stood up and hugged Kael'thas.

Then the Holy Shield and the Mana Shield trigger at the same time, and the torrent of Holy Light and Arcane causes a small storm that sweeps the neighborhood into a mess.

Kael'thas with the cup in his hand looked stunned.

"I owe you a personal favor, for the sake of the Alliance!"

Releasing his embrace and holding his shoulders instead, Carlos couldn't see Kael'thas clearly, and his eyes widened in order to show sincerity.

Looking at Carlos and the faces of good (evil), Kael'thas had only four letters in his heart - MDZZ.