"In the name of the Holy Light, you great lizards, get out of this sacred palace!" He turned to face the dragonoids and shouted. The energy of the Holy Light overflowed from his body like a torrent, and a blazing light enveloped him, causing all dragons and humans to turn around and cover their eyes, "You don't belong here! ! ”

The dragonman who was rushing at him instinctively felt threatened, his eyes closed, his sword in both hands, ready to parry the next blow. But Boval swung his sword with one hand, slashing downward in a dazzling light.

This one-handed sword was more than one size smaller than the giant sword in the dragonman's hand, but this one-handed sword slashed heavily into the body of the giant sword, relying on its sharpness and the power of the holy light, it cut the giant sword in two with a single sword, and then slashed deeply into its owner's body.

The dragonman let out an earth-shattering scream and staggered down, but the Duke did not stop, but pounced on the next enemy.

Countess Catlana? Stunned by this unexpected turn of events, Presto subconsciously took a few steps forward to see what was happening.

Just then, with a roar, a searing bullet infused with arcane energy passed through the door to the garden and struck the countess in the shoulder. But the bullet did not cause any damage to her. It didn't even penetrate the spell shield that the countess had blessed herself, she was only stumbled by the kinetic energy of the bullet itself.

The countess involuntarily took a step forward to keep her body balanced, but. She didn't notice that she was too far away from her hostage. Far enough away for the giant brown bear to launch a charge, separating the young king from her.

"No!" Katrana? Presto screamed. Turning back to Anduin, who was out of her control? Wryon rushed, but by this time, Windsor had already come to his aid, keeping the king in his back - the marshal had finally finished reciting the spell on the slate, but it was clear that the spell was not working immediately, and it would take time to expel the power of the spell that kept the countess in shape.

The woman angrily raised her right hand, which was not holding a staff, at the huge brown bear standing in front of her, and the surging flame energy gathered in her hand. She decided to teach the druid, who knew nothing about the sky, a hard lesson. For his offense to himself. The spell she was about to cast was called Dragon's Breath, and the mages mimicked the structure of a dragon's throat to unleash this spell that resembled a dragon's breath. But this woman obviously doesn't need to be so cumbersome, although she is a human woman on the outside, she still has the power and structure of a black dragon on the inside. It didn't even take her a second to cast the spell.

But her wishful thinking was interrupted by another sudden bullet. Although the bullet still did not hurt her due to the existence of the spell shield, the countess was surprised to find out. The energy concussion caused by that bullet caused a disturbance of the spell energy in her body, and the dragon breath technique that was brewing was suddenly interrupted. Not only that, but the backlash caused by the interruption of the spell raged within her, even though her body was strong enough. It also made her feel uncomfortable for a while, and she couldn't even speak.

At this moment, the giant bear man, who had long been ready to attack, stood up. Then with all the strength of his body, he hit her hard in the chest. She staggered back a few steps. Though her clothes were still intact, Masrae swore by them. He heard the sound of bones breaking inside the woman's body.

However, just as he was in pursuit, he heard a terrible scream - the woman was finally able to make a sound. But seconds later, the long scream turned into a high-pitched dragon moan.

The entire throne hall trembled at the roar, and just in front of Masrae, a behemoth suddenly appeared.

It was a dragon, a black dragon.

Although she already knew the true face of the countess, when she really saw the true body of this black dragon, the nearest Masrae seemed to have been drained of blood all over her body. He stood dumbfounded, watching the black dragon rise like a nightmare, suspended under the ceiling of the hall like a thick dark cloud. Shining wings stretched beside it, scales reflecting light. Her eyes were black-red snake-like pupils, burning and vicious like molten rock. She roared, and Bai Sensen's fangs looked extremely evil. Her long, slender red tongue enjoys the warm air. Breaking free from the limitations of its human form, the dragon spread its wings under the dome, obscuring the sky, and at the end of both wings was a crimson sharp hook that shone like blood in the sunlight.

Masrae was torn apart by unimaginable fear. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't control his breathing, and could only watch as the creature in front of him released a deadly beauty. The dragon flew higher and higher in a circle, and just as Masrae mustered all the courage in his body and raised his head from the ground, the black dragon spoke.

"Maggots, are you ready for death?" She shouted coldly. She flapped her wings hard, and the wind pressure was stronger than the druid's hurricane spell from the sky, and everyone couldn't even open their eyes. Masrae couldn't open his eyes to see what was happening, all he knew was that there was a dragon overhead preparing to attack. That's the sadness of all melee classes, you know your enemies are there, but you can't reach them, you can't hit them.

But in fact, apart from being unable to see, the gale did not affect him more, and he weighed tons enough to keep him steady. It was Wendesor and Guan Haifa, who protected the king, who were staggered by this gust of wind, and they were completely clinging to the heavy golden throne so that they would not be blown into a rolling gourd. As for Bolval? Duke Fotagen, the gale had no effect on the paladin shrouded in holy light, and his ornate and heavy plate armor made him rock steady in the wind, and even more comfortable against the dragonmen.

In the garden outside the hall, Wendthor shot fiercely, but perhaps because of the strong wind deviation, perhaps due to the shock of the dragon's power, or perhaps because of the black dragon's protective spell, the bullets he fired were very deflective, and rarely hit. Stray bullets crashed into the surrounding walls, making a tuk-tuk sound and the buzz of stray bullets.

After losing his eyesight, Masrae focused on hearing. He could hear the dragon's wings flapping the air with a "bang", indicating that she was somewhere above the hall. And not far away. Then the "bang" sound died down, and the wings stopped flapping. He felt the beast hovering in the sky. Await.

Then there was a very small sound, like the wind whistling through the treetops. The sound grew louder and louder, until it felt like a storm, and then it became the roar of a hurricane. Masrae crouched on the floor, claws popping out between his toes, clasping hard against the gaps in the floor.

The black dragon finally lost his patience, and he swooped down from the sky, her wings tucked in like black blades, and rushed straight to the throne, where the invaders had just scattered. She knew that they had all been intimidated by "Long Wei". Stiffness in the hands and feet, slow reflexes. Onexia believed that with just one dive, they could be cleaned up. She opened her bloody mouth.

Masrae heard the dragon approaching, the sound of breaking through the air getting louder and louder, but suddenly stopped. He heard his muscles stretching and his wings flapping up and down. Then there was a loud sound like air being sucked into the throat, followed by a sound like steam spewing from the spout of a boiling kettle. An unknown liquid sprayed around him, and he heard the sound of stones cracking and dissolving. A drop of liquid spilled on his hand. Intense pain immediately reached his brain.

The black dragon spews out a stream of heat like lava, and this spout is so powerful that even black iron can melt. She had completely ceased to care about the king's save, in fact. The moment she revealed her true body, she knew that her plan to control this human kingdom had completely failed. She now wants to kill everyone to vent her anger.

The king was completely intimidated by the dragon's might. His young mind was completely unable to resist this spiritual shock, and his thin figure stood in front of the throne in a daze. Unable to move.

"Get out of the way, my majesty!" It's in the midst of this chaos. A man's voice shouted loudly, and then a figure pounced.

The young king was knocked down, and as he rose from the ground in terror, he saw a shield of steel standing in front of him, and under the dragon's flame that could melt gold and bones, the shield and its master were as firm as the reef before the raging waves, even though the metal shield had grown red-hot, and the shoulders and arms of the shield were already scorching.

Then the king heard a roar, as low as a lion's—a man's voice—it was Windsor! The voice was mixed with pain, but full of perseverance, Anduin? Wrynn's nails sank deep into his palms, lest he scream too. He wanted to make himself more like a king, just as the man in front of him had taught him. The roar continued for a while, gradually subduing, until finally it was no longer audible.

The dragon's breath finally stopped, and it soared triumphantly into the air again, high in the air.

With a "bang", the half-melted shield finally lost the support of its owner and fell to the ground weakly. Behind the shield, the marshal of Stormwind was already lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Reginald!" Anduin? Ureon finally couldn't hold back his tears anymore, let out a heart-rending cry, and knelt beside Wendsol's body.

At this moment, Bolvar? Finally got all the dragonman guards out of the way, and turned to look this way. But the qiē that caught his eye made him angry and his eyes were about to burst.

"In the name of the Light, I condemn you! You will be judged for your crimes! Filled with grief, Boval pointed to the dragon in the sky and roared angrily. The light that hung over him grew stronger, and now the light on him was brighter than the brightest rays of the sun, and everyone turned away, not daring to stare at the dizzying light. A divine hammer of holy light energy fell from the sky at his will, striking the top of the dragon's head. The dragon let out a wail and swayed hard in the air, threatening to fall at any moment.

But the Duke's wrath continued to unleash.

"When the Light decides your fate, you will repent of your wickedness, and you will die here to atone for your sins with blood!" Bowwal chanted the Holy Light Prayer loudly, pointing his sword at the black dragon, and the holy light shot out from the body of the sword, from his hands, from his head, and from his eyes, and the body of the black dragon in the air was pale with the holy light gushing out of him. This surging holy light condensed in the air into a huge fist of sanctions, and with just one blow, it stunned the black dragon for a while. It finally couldn't keep its balance in the air. Tumbling and falling down!

Bowval then rushed forward, his blades fiery as the sun began to fly. Before the beast could stand up, it was slashed several times in succession. Her spell shield had long since been depleted. Blood splattered from the wound, staining a large area of the ground red.

In the corridor outside the hall, the guards who heard the duke's shout had already rushed up, and they were overjoyed to see Boval fighting bravely against the black dragon, and many of them directly drew their weapons and rushed towards this side. Compared to the average guards, these elite soldiers were more well-trained and better equipped.

In the direction of the Cathedral of Light. The hurried sound of the bell came from afar. It was Archbishop Benedictas gathering the paladins and battle priests. Soon, the guardians of the Light will arrive to join the battle, which will undoubtedly make matters worse for Onexia.

"Enough! You damned maggots! The black dragon finally broke free from Bolval's entanglement and stood up from the ground. He waved his front paws and lunged at the duke, "How dare you offend the daughter of a dragon king. You lowly mortals will tremble in his rage, and under his wings, all of Stormwind will be reduced to ashes! ”

Boval raised his shield above his head. to meet this seemingly menacing pounce. But after a while, he didn't wait for the expected attack. He lowered his shield and was surprised to see a dark shadow flying overhead. With a loud clatter of shattering glass from the skylight, the dragon burst out of it. Soar into the sky. She ran away.

The dragon flew higher and higher, and soon flew to an altitude of about a hundred meters, which was almost beyond the range of the archers. It looked like she was going to run away. But just then, a loud bang rang through the sky - Diego had finally waited for this rare opportunity.

People see. The dragon shook violently, accompanied by a mournful roar. Blazing dragon blood splattered from the dragon's soft belly like a blooming flame flower, and before that, a black dragon scale burst out of the dragon's body and swirled down into the trees beneath the fortress.

Just then, a second gunshot rang out. But now the black dragon was clearly on guard, and she spun like a shuttle and climbed upward, the bullet striking her thick back with scales, but only a spark was sparked.

The black dragon let out a wail again, and she flew faster, and although the third and fourth bullets hit her, they were no longer a threat to her at this distance.

In everyone's sight, the massive creature flew far away from the Stormwind Fortress, then rounded the mage area and flew towards the sea.

There was a dead silence all around. But almost all of them are rushing in the direction of the throne.

Masrae exhaled a breath of hot air in pain, picking himself up from his malaise. For a while, all the Night Elves could do was keep inhaling and exhaling, trying to calm themselves. Then he stood up and ran to the charred human body lying on the ground.

Masrae was the first to run to the marshal, and he glanced at it, and couldn't bear to turn his head away.

Windsor can now only be described as "not human". His flesh was almost completely torn open, and the flesh on his arms melted like wax, revealing his bones. His ribs were completely exposed, and strips of charred cloth and smoking flesh hung from them. What's even more terrifying is that although the flesh and skin on his body have melted, the internal organs in his body are beating freely in the sun.

Masrae almost threw up. The Night Elves had seen corpses dead under his sword, as well as corpses chopped to pieces by orcs. But the sight before him was a very different kind of horror, and Masrae knew that he would never forget the tragedy of today.

"Oh my God, have mercy on him! He's alive! I saw his hands moving! "Little King Anduin? Wryon choked up, unable to continue. He had never longed for the healing powers of a priest to save the fatherly marshal from his misery at once. It has to be said that this desire affected him so strongly that even after the return of his father, King Varian, he could not change his choice.

A palace guard was sent out to the Cathedral of Light. At this time, only Benedictas could save his life. But in fact, even if Benedictas himself came, he was afraid that he would not be able to recover, because according to Wendthall's current physical condition, the resurrection spell would not work, and this powerful spell could only be effective on those corpses that were still intact.

Masrae pushed through the crowd around Windsol and began to heal the dying body. Healing, healing touches, rejuvenation, life blooms, one druid healing spell after another has been unleashed onto this body. But for this kind of ** that is close to collapse, even a bishop-level healing spell may not be effective, let alone his half-baked healing profession.

Nevertheless, his treatment had some effect, and although it still did not reverse the death of the marshal, it somewhat slowed down the process. The dying marshal opened his eyes with difficulty. The Duke of Berval and the little king, who had already come closer, hurriedly came to him.

"I've done my last duty, give me a good time, Bolval!" Windsor said hoarsely, blood mixed with shards of internal organs spilling down his throat, but it didn't hide the look of pride and glory on his face.

The Duke drew his sword, kissed it, and held it high to the sky, and he stood in front of Windsor. Close your eyes, it's an ancient tradition of seeing death as a supreme honor. He carefully recited the death prayer from the time of Aratho. When these prayers are recited, the soul of the warrior who rests underground enters the kingdom of heaven in peace, and he turns his sword against the marshal's heart.

"Stay courageous, Your Majesty, and don't insult the name of the storm!" Windsor looked at his king with nostalgia and admonished him as if he were his own nephew.

The moment the sharp tip of the sword fell, he mustered all his strength and roared like a lion.

"The Light is with us!"

This majestic voice echoed in the Hall of the Throne, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

In the bleak silence, a melodious song rang out in the royal court, an elegy for the night elves, with blessings and mourning for the dead.

"Do not weep at my tombstone,

I'm not there, I don't sleep.

I am the bitter cold wind,

Skim through the snowfields of Northrend.

I am the gentle spring rain,

The wheat fields that nourish the western wilderness.

I am the dawn of tranquility,

Spread through the forests of the Valley of Thorns.

I am the majestic drum,

Soar over the clouds of Thunder Bluff.

I am the warm stars,

Dotting the night in Darnassus.

I am a singing bird,

Stay in the beautiful world.

Do not weep at my tombstone,

I'm not there,

I didn't sleep long......"

The Night Elves' voices grew quieter. Diego stood silently beside Wendsol's body, as if he could feel that the loyal veteran was still not gone, still looking at the country with nostalgia, and by his side, Masrae could no longer suppress his sadness and sobbed softly. (To be continued......)