By the time the Dragon's Call was cast into the pool of blood, Nomi had already led Valera to the Singalwar Mountains, which separated Hinterland and the Arathi Highlands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The two of them were resting, and they saw the flames rising in the direction of Cinchero!

An immensely large shadow obscured the sky, and Deathwing is truly here!

"Mole ants, you're really me off!" In the mountains of Singawal, a voice echoed like thunder, echoing among the peaks, "No one has ever dared to treat me so contemptuously!" ”

"Come on, stop your pretense!" Haka's statue condensed into a massive shadow of flesh and blood, staring coldly at Deathwing, "You impostor can't fool me anymore!" ”

"Impostor?" Deathwing had never felt as angry as he did today, not even during the previous three defeats, "You're going to pay for your stupidity - let me tell you why my name is death!" Lose! It! Wing!!! ”

With the wrath of Deathwing, beneath the city of Cinchero, the earth began to shatter, and one by one huge lava pillars burst out of the ground and soared into the sky.

The troll's sneer was still on their faces for the second before, and in that moment, they couldn't laugh anymore.

"Ants, it is you who have sounded the death knell of the end times!"

Don't look at the time in Grimbaatar, Deathwing was embarrassed under the siege of several other dragon kings, but that was only because the opponent was too strong and could fly, and now facing trolls on the ground, Deathwing's ferocity and destructiveness were shown to the fullest.

The land of Cynsaro seemed to be an ocean, the dirt was a wave, the rock was a wave, and the mighty city of the Troll was nothing more than a boat in the waves, shattered by the wrath of Deathwing.

In this case, Haka also panicked.

The flesh shadow in mid-air obviously had no face, but everyone could feel his panic.

"Stop, stop—there's another reason for it! We're all in this together, and I'm the god of the ancients! ”

"Elder gods?" A small fireball erupted from Deathwing's nostrils, "Well, you should die!" ”

In the Battle of Grimbaatar, when Deathwing was wounded, Enzos took advantage of the opportunity to take control of his body, which was a great shame for the haughty Deathwing - although he was now insane and close to the Elder Gods, he never considered himself to be one of Enzos's men!

Of course, Deathwing wouldn't break with Enzos for some other reasons, but that doesn't mean he can't be foolish.

As a result, just as his belly was on fire, Deathwing found that one of his lost tails in the Battle of Grimbaatar had been consumed by an unknown being, and that the guy looked down on him and said that he was an Elder God.

Deathwing: Can you bear this?!

The flames grew stronger, and even the peaks of the Singarwar Mountains began to collapse.

Nomi and Valera, who had been nibbling bread and holding dwarf binoculars to watch the big scene with relish, didn't dare to stay where they were anymore at this time, and the two of them quickly got up, and they didn't care to enjoy the scene, and hurriedly ran south.

Of course, the most surprised person was the scout who was observing Cynsaro from afar, and he was still wondering why Cynçalo hadn't moved for days, but he didn't expect to be so energetic today.

"Hex and those blood god Hakka must have burned out their brains." The Vicious Tooth Scout grinned disapprerovingly, "How dare you tease Deathwing?" ”

The scout heard the imposter of Haka's incarnation clearly, and he didn't expect that there were still people who liked to die like this.

But that's great news for the Vicious Tooth Troll!

Hastily summoning a large bat, the Badtooth Scout hurriedly flew to the Badtooth Village to report the news to the Broken Tooth Chief.

Of course, at this moment, the Broken Tooth Patriarch actually knew the news of the destruction of Sinsaro-no way, Sinsaro was almost the highest place in the entire Hinterland, and the Evil Tooth Village was not far from the straight line of Sinsaro, and after the blood mist of Hinterland dissipated, there was no PM2.5 in the fresh air, and the trolls with better PM2.5 strength could see Sinsaro in the Evil Tooth Village.

The Badtooth Trolls have begun their general mobilization.

The flames of Cynsaro were still burning, and if Deathwing, the madman he feared, was truly furious, the results were terrible.

Unfortunately, in the sprawling troll city of Cincalo, the fine murals were buried under the dirt, the trolls' dwellings were reduced to a sea of fire, and countless trolls who believed in Haka fell into despair in the boiling flames and began to wail in pain.

And Haka, who originally admired this despair the most, was even more desperate than his own followers at this time - thousands of years had passed since the defeat of the struggle and self-exile, and not long after Haka had just prepared his divine consciousness for the last time, his temple was smashed, and his hastily assembled body was disintegrated by a troll god Loa, and his spirit was severely damaged.

It's only been a few years, and his flesh seed is about to be nourished, but he has somehow provoked a bad star, and now it's okay, almost all his believers in this world are finished - although the Gulabash troll's Jindu still seems to have faith in himself, but Haka knows that that guy has always had his own careful thoughts, and has become more and more unreligious recently, if the news of Sinsaro's destruction spreads, I'm afraid Jindu will kick himself away without hesitation.

It's over!

Filled with resentment, Haka is determined to destroy Haka's egg and take revenge on the bastard black dragon in the sky - Haka's egg contains Haka's best flesh and blood, and this flesh is also the most terrible curse!

Haka's pool of blood began to boil, Haka's egg cracked, and a blood-red feathered serpent soared into the air, heading straight for Deathwing.

"You have ruined all that I have, black dragon, and taste the curse of Haka—your flesh will be rotten forever and there will be no peace!"

But Haka underestimated the horror of Deathwing.

Faced with the bloody and evil Quetzalcoatl, Deathwing did not hesitate to open its mouth and bite down hard.

"A curse of flesh? Hahaha! I've been under the curse of physical collapse for 10,000 years! How can the pain caused to me by the dragon's soul be understandable by a weak ant like you? ”

Without hesitation, Deathwing began to bite, swallow, and eventually devour Haka's flesh essence......

Completely unaware that he had really fallen into a catastrophe, Nomi had pulled Valera over a mountain, and he touched the sweat on his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa is really good enough to light such a big bonfire."