"Really, dirty, lowly, ant-like creatures. What makes them so ...... Could it be the disgusting tentacle monsters? Or are they born that way? ”

The black-haired man smiled and looked at the traffic in front of him, and said lightly in his heart.

"Maybe that's what they are, in essence. Titan ......"

A nobleman walked in front of him, saw the man's face, and couldn't help but be stunned, then took off his hat and bowed respectfully. Faintly returning, nodding and smiling faintly, faintly greeting, gentle, polite, but with a hint of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Maybe this is the aristocracy.

The two attendants who were watching this scene not far away thought enviously.

The harder I tried, the more angry and hopeless I felt when I found that everything was ruined. When you spend your life protecting something, and suddenly it is not worth guarding you, your heart will be extremely lost. He even wants to destroy it all.

If you make a mistake yourself, you have to solve it yourself.

"I've spent 10,000 years thinking about all of this, thinking about what I've done. There have been losses, there have been angers, there have been regrets, but there are no regrets. The black-haired man said to himself, "They don't deserve the cost of our lives." They are stupid, ignorant, selfish, they will only commit sins again and again, and then they will expect your forgiveness. The minds of these short-lived species and their lives are narrow and limited.

Just like the group of idiots behind them, they are even willing to abandon hope and the future for their own immediate interests. ”

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, as well as the sound of commotion. The black-haired man saw a group of soldiers covered in gunpowder rushing wildly. The man in the lead looked like he wanted to burn everything up. What a wonderful and poor man, it is always the majority who destroy everything, and there are always so few who save the world. The eyes of this human being are so much like themselves 10,000 years ago.

Evoked with a faint sadness, Nesario sighed slightly.

Feeling a chilling gaze, Lothar stirred up her horse and turned her head. However, there is nothing.

"Everyone thought I was infected by the tentacles, but only I knew it was just a deal. The power of the Titans is more like a kind of shackle, nailing us to our place and not daring to move.

And who ever thought that the explosion of that well, the shattering of the earth, made me feel so much pain!

The power of the Old Gods is nothing but a painkiller, and it can only temporarily paralyze the power of the Titans and free me from endless torment.

True strength always comes from your heart! I am the embodiment of power! ”

Spread your wings, and your huge, tattered wings obscure the sky. Silence streaked across the sky like a giant bat, and Nesario gazed at the land he once loved.

As the wisest of the five-colored dragon kings, I don't know when Nesario has been thinking about such a question: Titan, is it really right?

They have given themselves power, they seem to be omnipotent, they are powerful and invincible, but are they really right?

Maybe now, Nesario can give an answer that belongs only to him.

The Titans are not to be trusted, and there is no need for this group of mortals to help. The horror of the Burning Legion made him tremble as the guardian of the earth. In Draenor, Nesario had encountered the traces of demons more than once, and he knew very well that demons were no longer far away. Ten thousand years may make the short-lived species forget a lot, but he will not forget.

He's running out of time!

Crawlers on the ground take up too many resources, too much space, they are meaningless, weak and useless, and even add to the chaos. Because of the presence of this group of reptiles, the dragon has lost too much space and resources.

And these weak creatures have no effect against the Burning Legion!

Only dragons, only powerful creatures like dragons can protect this world. Only they can stand up to the invincible legion!

No, even the current dragon is not enough!

He needed a new dragon, the ultimate weapon that could destroy everything that stood in his way!

An existence that fuses the power of five dragons!

There was a frenzy in Nesario's eyes, and he finally knew what he should do. But now? No, no, no, exposing yourself too early will only make the other four brothers ...... The former brother has found his own trace. Although the Black Dragon Legion is not afraid of any challenge, it is undoubtedly irrational to waste its strength in useless places.

And the orcs are his good helpers.

Orcs who drink the blood of demons will sweep the world like locusts. They will destroy everything in this world. Even if they don't have the power, I'll help them do it. As for whether they will recruit the Burning Legion?

Someone will help him with this.

A smile tugged at the corners of Nesario's mouth, and he hadn't seen it in a long time. Relaxed, comfortable, and relieved. After 10,000 years of thinking about it, it is time to turn your dream into reality.

And the calm black dragon never lacks action.

The massive body left a huge shadow on the ground, and the scorching wind swept away with the scorching wings of magma. Faintly, he seemed to see a golden figure in the forest struggling with all its might. That is the power of the Light. Even though they were far away, Nesario still felt the gentleness and serenity of the light.

This reassuring power could heal his never-ending pain. While most pastors' abilities are only a little bit of comfort for him, that's enough. For this group of pure-hearted users of the Holy Light, Nesario always had a strange affection.

After hesitating for a moment, wrapping his body with his wings, Nesario instantly turned into a human form. Silently landing on the treetops, he looked down to see a young man in the shell of a Holy Light Tortoise struggling against three orc scouts.

The young man's black hair and black eyes made Nesario feel particularly kind, seeing the young man's predicament, he disappeared in place in an instant, and then, took out a gorgeously shaped one-handed sword from the ring, like a chivalrous warrior who fought unevenly, Nesario roared and appeared in front of the four people. And then......

Then, in the eyes of an idiot, Nesario met a battle axe as heavy as a door panel.

There is a loud roar in the sneak attack...... Are you reading too many knight novels!

A little helplessly, he threw out a holy light barrier to this overheated second goods, but the next moment, his eyes widened. I saw that the idiot guy's body was like a loach and slid dangerously against the blade. Immediately, the one-handed sword in his hand swung slightly, and the orc's center of gravity, which was originally a little unstable due to the heavy blow, was instantly deflected, and the whole person staggered a few steps and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Vulnerable!" Shaking his head proudly, the long sword in his hand pulled the flashy sword flower, and Nesario bowed to Ren Fan:

"Hello, young pastor. Adventurer Drax, it's a pleasure to serve you! ”