The ground is shaking, and at the northern end of the Elwyn Forest, an extremely fierce battle is taking place.

The two monsters like mountains, the blood-colored giant and the pitch-black dragon were already in a battle, from the sky to the earth, the two behemoths were entangled together, fists and claws were added, fighting to the death.

The dragon's flames rained down like rain, burning the entire land, and the giants were dripping with blood mist, and everywhere they passed, everything began to decay, and the aftermath of the battle between the two sides was already about to completely destroy the entire northern part of the Elwyn Forest, leaving the surrounding land barren.

And to the north of the Elwyn Forest, the orcs who were gathering troops under the blackstone tower at this time were also in chaos, although ordinary orcs may not have noticed it, but those top-level masters have clearly felt how powerful the two colliding forces in the distance are, either of them, is not something they can compete with, once the battlefield of the two sides moves here, the entire orc clan will suffer immeasurable losses, a large number of thieves are sent out by them, rushing towards the battle site, to find out.

Not only the orcs, but also above the sky, under the earth, and in the deep sea, a mysterious being was also alarmed, and his eyes crossed the heavy space and threw himself into the battlefield. This level of battle is the first time since the War of the Ancients that it has appeared on the land of Azeroth. And among the two warring sides, Deathwing is just that, and it is not surprising that the world-destroying Ancient Dragon King has such strength, but what is the origin of that elf who manipulates the mysterious blood shadow, and can actually fight with Neorio This kind of Cheng dù, is it an old antique hidden in the previous High Elves? Thoughts spread in the hearts of all the mysterious beings. They began to think about the impact of this sudden and mysterious appearance on themselves. Can you use it for yourself.

Of course, at this time, Mo Wen and Deathwing, who were at war, could no longer take care of this. The battle has reached the point where it is now, and both sides are a little bit of a real fire.

I saw that Deathwing's eyes were red, flapping his wings, and he swooped down directly from the air, lifting Shura's blood shadow to the ground, and his huge body pressed on the opponent's body, like a beast, and the giant claws tore desperately on the opponent's shoulders, and then the slender neck was raised. As soon as the drum shrank, a mouthful of flames went straight to Shura's head, intending to incinerate it.

And under the inaudible operation of Shura in his body, the blood shadows that made up the skull were scattered and scattered, and after the flames, they gathered again to form a new head, although some of the blood shadows were destroyed by the flames. It made the new head look a lot darker.

Then I saw the blood shadow suddenly exert force, one of the blood-colored hands fixed to the side of Deathwing's head, and the other desperately struck at the opponent's head, making a muffled thumping sound. Let Deathwing roar, and just as the two sides fought, the place of contact. The blood mist and the flames also began to clash, and a large amount of blood mist in Shura was steamed by the flames of Deathwing. But Deathwing's pitch-black essentia armor was also constantly sizzling under the corrosive blood mist, and many places had begun to fall off. The crimson muscle fibers underneath are exposed.

The flames of the Death Wings can certainly incinerate the blood mist of Shura, but the corrosive power and evil energy carried by the blood mist of Shura are also the natural enemies of Deathwing, and the original solid essentia armor cannot resist the erosion of blood qi, and the pervasive evil qi makes the black dragon, whose brain was originally confused by the ancient gods, have a tendency to develop in the direction of beasts.

With a loud bang, the two behemoths collided violently again, and the blood-colored giant and the black dragon were directly thrown to the sides, and after drawing a long mark on the ground, they each fell to the ground.

His face turned slightly pale, Mo Wen stepped on Fu Longding and flew out of Shura's body, looking at the Death Wing lying on the ground is sneer.

"Lord Naorio, do you want to keep fighting?"

As if briefly recovering from the influence of the evil ground, the blood-red light in Deathwing's eyes faded, and a cloud of sparks erupted from his nostrils, but he let out a cold snort, but this time it didn't pounce again.

"So what, you and I are destined to be enemies, and sooner or later there will be a battle!"

There was a loud bang in a sullen voice, although Deathwing said this, a trace of concern flashed in his eyes, after all, unlike the prince of the elven clan, it is full of enemies, and the blue dragon king Malygos of the five-colored dragon king can be said to hate it to the bone, if it fights with the elven prince here, it will probably have to face all the enemies to hunt down, so before it has absolute strength, it does not want to fight with masters of the same level.

It seemed that he could see the Black Dragon King's lust, but Mo Wen's eyes lit up, and he stretched out a finger and shook it.

"That can't be said, Lord Deathwing, your goal is to destroy the world, and my goal is to make the High Elves the overlord of this world, although the final result is different, don't you think that some people are the common enemies in our way?"

Deathwing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, after all, as an ancient dragon, its intelligence is not low.

"You want to borrow my hand to kill someone, do you think I might agree? I'm not one of those brainless fools! ”

Facing the other party's mocking gaze, Mo Wen chuckled, "I can't say who borrowed whom's hand, it can only be said that everyone takes what they need, don't you think that with my cooperation, some things will be easier to do?" Besides, although your Excellency is strong, there are also many enemies, and with me as an invisible ally, your future activities will be much easier, right? ”

Deathwing was silent for a moment, and then, in a burst of white light, he turned back into Lord Presto.

"Alright, High Elf, you've convinced me, now let's talk about cooperation!"

There was a glow in his eyes, and there was not a hint of a smile on Deathwing's face, and no one knew what was going on in its mind.

On the other side of it, Mo Wen had a bright smile on his face, and similarly, no one knew what was going on in his heart.

In this seemingly harmonious but strange atmosphere, the elf and dragon talked, sometimes shaking their heads, sometimes arguing, and after an hour, they ended their conversation.

Getting a more satisfactory result, Deathwing glanced at Mo Wen, and then turned into a black dragon again, spread his wings, and flew into the distance.

Mo Wen watched it fade away, and then walked in the other direction, he needed to meet the wise leader of the tribe in the future, leave a little 'little gift' for the other party, and then it was time to go back and prepare for the war between the alliance and the tribe. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward at the moment of vicissitudes.