With a bang, energies of different properties collided together, blasting a hole at a low altitude, and a huge wave of air formed a snow-white ring-shaped wall of air, pushing horizontally in all directions.

The huge body of the Black Dragon King was knocked down the mountain stream, shattering a cliff alive.

Many of the besieging dragons were pushed open by the wall of air like flying flotsam, and their muscles and bones were broken, and they fell from the sky like dumplings.

Even Ysera and the other three dragon kings were beaten in this earth-shattering blow and couldn't stabilize their bodies and flew back again and again.

In the ruins of the mountain stream, the King of the Black Dragons rolled over and got up, his hideous head looking at the dragons in the sky who had rejoined him, and let out a roar of rage.

Nesario was about to fly as soon as he jumped up.

At this moment, dense tenacious vines suddenly emerged from the gravel of the valley, and these vines quickly climbed and wrapped around the hind feet of the Black Dragon King as soon as he took off.

Countless vines crawled around him, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the mountain stream and crocheted a cage to trap him inside.

When the King of the Black Dragon saw the vines, he thought of Nodashir, and his heart suddenly palpitated. Busy bursting with power, the roots of the vines that were snapping were broken.

It's about to fly.

A beam of arrows flew from the sky like meteors, with the brilliance of the silver moon, carrying a killing intent and heading straight for Nesario's chest.

Feeling the edge of the arrow, Nesario hurriedly lowered his head and ate the arrow with his head. But he missed the opportunity to take off and was entangled by countless vines.

"King of the Black Dragon! Damn it! ”

The roar resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Cenarius! Tyrande! Enraged, Nesario struggled desperately among the vines - the dragons had come up again.

That's right, Cenarius and Tyrande are back. And, of course, Sylvanas.

Cenarius and Sylvanas collided with Tyrande halfway back. Seeing that Cenarius was unharmed, Tyrande was overjoyed.

After a little exchange, he learned about Sylvanas's rescue of Cenarius, and Tyrande couldn't help but thank Sylvanas very much. Naturally, there is also gratitude to Chang Wei.

Speaking of Illidan escaping from prison and single-handedly rescuing Cenarius, Cenarius said at the time: "Illidan was a very determined man, but it is a pity that he went astray. Tyrande, you should know, I don't have a good relationship with him. ”

And again: "Obviously, he did not go to Silisus. Although I was dragged by Cthun to the underground temple of Silisus, if there was a fight, I would definitely sense it, but I didn't. ”

When Tyrande heard this, he was saddened: "He fled..."

"Don't talk about him." "Sylvanas told me that the plight of the druids has been contained for the time being, and I am glad from the bottom of my heart. Tyrande, I would like to meet Dade Zhenren at once and thank him. ”

That's as it should be.

Thinking so, Tyrande made his way back to Nodashir, the mountain of Hygar.

Then in the distance, the battle of the dragons over Mount Hyjal was seen.

"That's—" Tyrande was shocked.

"Nesario!" Cenarius said angrily: "How did this depraved freak come to Mount Hyjal!" ”

From afar, you can see the smoke and dust spreading from the depths of the Hyjal Mountains. You can imagine how long the battle lasted and how fierce it was!

"Nordahir!" Tyrande was shocked and surprised: "They are playing from the direction of Nodashir!" ”

For a moment, Tyrande was full of remorse.

Just think about it, is this more time? Apparently no sooner had she left Hyjal than a battle broke out in Nodashir.

"Don't overthink it." Cenarius was angry but calm, and he said, "I can feel the breath of Nodashir, she's healthy. The most important thing now is to help the dragon kings take down Nesario. This depraved monster suddenly appears in Hyjal, there must be an ulterior conspiracy! ”

So Cenarius and Tyrande immediately quickened up and hurried to the battlefield.

This is where the scene just came in.

Nesario was aggrieved and couldn't help himself - he was the only one who had always counted him, so where would anyone dare to count him? Obviously, the plan was very good, but it fell to the current step, and it seemed that there was no chance to escape.

Hundreds of dragons and three dragon kings made it difficult for Nesario, who had been severely injured by Nodashir, to resist. Now that damn stag of Cenarius is here, too!

This is the heavens that will kill him!

At Mount Hyjal, Cenarius' power was at its peak. The forces of nature don't want money to be thrown, and the infinite vines, Nesario broke through layer after layer, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Not only that, but the vines also burrowed into his wounds like eyes, and the itching and pain almost drove the Black Dragon King crazy.

And the three dragon kings have already surrounded them with their descendants and descendants, and they are condescendingly in formation, and the pomp and circumstance are clearly to give Nesario the final blow.

Nesario has reached the point where he has to fight desperately.

Cenarius jumped up a mountain, his majestic antlers radiating with brilliance, and the power of nature poured out, turning into huge tree people, and surging towards the valley with the blessing of natural forces.

These treemen are extremely powerful, flying sand and rocks as they walk. They looked at the trapped Black Dragon King, and each one was furious, eager to tear him to shreds.

The Black Dragon King's attack on Nodashir angered all the plants!

Tyrande's arrows were moonlit, tricky and sharp. It rained like rain, nimbly burrowing through the gaps in the vines, and nailed one arrow after another to Nesario's dragon body.

The intact half of Nesario's dragon body was completely unafraid of Tyrande's arrows, but the broken half of his body was in pain.

Hundreds of giant dragons surrounded the mountain stream with black pressure, and their breath became more and more condensed. With a hideous and joyful look, Karegos, the king of the blue dragon, pulled all the dragon's power and prepared to send the king of the black dragon on his way.

Black clouds weigh down on the city, and the air freezes. A faint glow suddenly appeared, spreading half the sky. The torrent-like magic power stirred and condensed, and under the manipulation of the Blue Dragon King, it turned into a giant sword that reached the sky and the earth.

Sword of Dharma, uh, Sword of Damocles!

The King of the Black Dragon had already sensed the crisis of his life, but he was dormant and did not move.

Suddenly, the giant sword in the sky slashed down like lightning, and before it reached the ground, the edge had already expanded the mountain stream tenfold. The earth trembled, the hard mountain cracked, and everything fell silent except for the more turquoise vines that entwined endlessly.

The roar of the Black Dragon King and the furious power of evil erupted as the greatsword slashed above his head.

Stretching for thousands of kilometers, the Hyjal Mountains were shaken, and in the thunderclap-like explosion, endless light bloomed, the mountain shattered, and hundreds of kilometers of forest were erased in an instant!

Dragons, demigods, and elves lost all sense at this moment. And in the catharsis of violent energy, he was wrapped and flew out.