Chapter 112: Do you want to talk about the old before the war?
Nozdorm's jewel-like eyes stared at the Red Dragon Queen and Ysera, a look of growing impatience. "We are here! But if this party is going to go on for a long time, I'd better go back! I've got a lot to collect, a lot to recordβ"
"That's right!" Carl is a little hostile to the Bronze Dragon, but at least this guy is right now, and if Taran knew that you still had the time to tell stories here, I'm afraid he would cry and faint in the toilet.
"It's you ?!!!" Nozdorm suddenly looked at Carl in surprise, which made Carl suddenly have goosebumps all over his body, this guy should not be planning to settle accounts with himself.
Carl remembered the bronze dragon that ran away in Silvermoon City, did he complain to his parents?
"The Dragon King knows me?"
"It's just a trifle," Nozdom glanced at Carl and the shining demon soul in his hand and turned his head away, "it's time for us to get down to business now." β
"Deathwing is diverting the dragon egg, and we need to stop him as soon as possible." Alexstrasza finally couldn't help but stand up, "Taran is fighting him, we need to support him quickly." β
"Let's go, then!" Nozdom said loudly, and Karl noticed a smile on his lips.
Could it be that the poor old dragon Taranistaz has already hung up? Karl guessed not without malice. Otherwise, once the other dragon kings enter the field, this old guy will most likely be able to survive. Carl couldn't help but feel a deep chill envelop him.
"It's time to have a good time with our fallen brothers!" Malygos spread his arms, and the arms rapidly changed and unfolded, forming a huge set of fleshy wings, and at the same time, his body was constantly expanding, elongating, widening and expanding. His clothes were gone, replaced by shiny blue scales. His face grew longer and angular until he lost his human form to a dragon, with two sharp and majestic horns towering above his head.
The same is true of the other three dragon kings, but their colors are different.
The four dragon kings flew into the sky together, Luo Ning was already dumbfounded, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not see such an image again in the future, but he was sure that this unforgettable scene must be the deepest memory of his life.
Carl had already seen Onexia's transformation, but what he couldn't figure out was whether it was a disguise of magic or a change in the dragon's own body, which didn't obey the laws of physics at all, it wasn't scientific, and Carl couldn't get the result even if he wanted to break his brain, and in the end he could only sigh that the world of Azeroth was really magical.
"Let's go." Carl said to Ronin.
"Ahh Let's go too? Luo Ning said in surprise, "The four of them together can't beat a Deathwing?" β
"I also hope they can win."
"But demonic spirits will weaken their power. Wouldn't it be a disservice for us to go too? β
Karl looked at Crassus, a look of teaser, "What do you think, Your Excellency, Great, Master?" β
Crassus smiled bitterly, the Red Dragon Queen had already secretly signaled him to 'protect' Carl, and now it seems that if people don't know, unless they don't do anything, they are still discovered by Carl.
He certainly didn't know how perverted Carl's eyesight was.
"Let's go over too, although the Demon Souls will weaken some of their power, he can also make some help in time. If necessary," Crassus stared at the Demon Soul, "destroy it so the Dragonlords can regain their full strength." β
"Then why not destroy it now." Ronin's idiot look made Crassus very uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell Carl and Ronin that the Demon Soul wasn't something they could destroy if they wanted to.
Carl was also a little annoyed, Nima, this thing is not a good product at all, I really wonder why a few dragon kings don't just destroy it, this kind of artifact that threatens himself is super large, it can still be kept, Carl really wants to cut open the heads of several people to see if there is water inside.
"Forget it, so be it." Karl rose into the sky, his intent was to severely injure Deathwing, and it would be best if he could be killed by a few dragon kings.
However, this is obviously impossible, if Deathwing is really in danger of death, maybe Nozdorm will immediately turn the tide and help Deathwing escape, which is normal in Carl's mind. Nozdorm didn't know what Deathwing was going to do during the Battle of the Ancients, so he didn't just hide and watch a good show coldly.
"Taranβ!" Alexstrasza exclaimed loudly.
By the time they arrived, the battle for Taranistaz had long since ended. Deathwing grabbed the badly wounded red dragon high and roared in celebration of his victory. Hot dragon blood dripped from Taranistaz's cracked chest and abdomen, and his claws were scorched, the price of the corrosive lava that flowed from the cracks in Deathwing's cracked equipment.
The Black Dragon King roared again, leaving the red dragon's corpse without any signs of life, causing it to fall like rags.
Alexstrasza saw this scene as endless grief welled up in her heart, and she felt a pain in her chest.
Taranistaz, the companion who had been with her for the longest time, had finally left her.
"At least he regained his lost glory and died on the battlefield with honor!" Ysera whispered comfort to her sister.
Deathwing turned in the direction Alexstrasza had appeared and let out a deafening roar for the third time, he wanted everyone to know that he was the master of the world and that no one could stop him.
The dragon kings quickly responded to his provocation, and four equally loud roars rang out.
"Alexstrasza, I'm so happy to be back together." Deathwing laughed loudly, "And Ysera, Nozdorm, oh, and my good brother Malygos!" β
"Your end has come! Nesario! Alexstrasza scolded.
"It's time to put an end to your madness, brother." The Green Dragon Queen was unusually calm.
"You've never considered me a brother, Ysera. Open your eyes and face it, no one can stop me from ushering in a new era of our dragons! β
"You just want an era ruled by yourself." Nozdom said, no expression on his face.
Deathwing nodded.
"That's right, Nozdorm! Are you finally willing to pull your head out of the sand? Are you no longer afraid that my claws will tear your back? Don't you know who's the most powerful here? You four can't beat me together! β
"Your time of death has come!" Nozdorm roared, blue eyes shining brightly, "You'll be one of my collections too." β
Deathwing let out a disdainful breath.
"So, what about you, Malygos? I consider myself the best brother, don't you have anything to say to me? β
The Blue Dragon King's face quickly distorted, and the cold light of his eyes stared at Deathwing like sharp arrows.
"Sindagossa and my warriors are waiting for you, Deathwing, and I'll give you a gift."
With that, Malygos opened his huge mouth, and a burst of frost shot out, spraying Deathwings in the air. Frost enveloped half of Deathwing's body, and quickly seeped through the cold.
Deathwing snorted, and the red-hot lava flowed out of the cracks in his armor, intertwining with the frosty cold, making a snorting sound, and countless hot vapors steamed, obscuring Deathwing's form.
Deathwing flapped its wings, and the mist was blown away, revealing his harmless body. He smiled at several dragon kings, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
"In that case, you'll end up with the same ...... as the old guy below."
He let out an earth-shattering roar and lunged at his opponent.