A gift from the Elder Gods is never a good thing.

The ancient god who is a monster itself will not have any beauty at all.

In the War of the Ancients, the elegant and beautiful upper elves in the eyes of mortals have all turned into nagash-looking Naga.

No sooner had Nesario's soul been infused into his new body than he felt the horror that pierced the deepest part of his soul.

"Roar—"

The claws that already belonged to it burst open the hard dragon skin on the dragon's claws. The scales on the skin are almost bent apart. After the scales were removed, in the hole full of rotten flesh, new living tissue was being brought back to life by the evil magic of Enzos.

However, don't expect anything to go haywire.

What regenerated from the hole was not dragon scales, but a large number of tiny eyeballs, small dragon claws, dragon arms, and even wings......

"Whoa!" Nesario could feel his vision splitting into countless parts.

This is not the compound eye of a fly, but the vision of the eyes that burst out from all corners of the body in a haphazard manner.

It was a feeling that drove him completely insane.

He struggled to open his limbs, bullying him to vent his pain with destruction and destruction, only to find to his horror that the limbs that had once belonged to Nefarian were all locked in huge unidentified metal shackles.

Countless illusory tentacles tumbled down, pressing down on every limb of his life.

At this time, dozens of giant chainsaws driven by the Twilight cultists arrived.

The chainsaw, powered by the power of an unknown magic, was brutally slicing through his new limbs to keep his body resembling a dragon.

"Hey, hey!haha!" This time it wasn't just Enzos, but in a trance, there seemed to be other remnants of the ancient gods joining in the sneer.

Maybe it's Enzos, it's Yugsaron, it's Ashaji.

Their essence may have died out completely, but as a true god, the remnants of its will still reverberate in all corners of the world of Azeroth.

The Elder Gods began to gather their powers, all infusing them into Nesario's new body.

Enzos smiled: "Is it painful, is it sad, is it resentful, is it angry? It doesn't matter, it's a force too. We're doing a little experiment that will allow you to have god-level destructive power. And the higher your negativity, the more destructive you will be to the planet Azeroth. ”

"Is that so? That's really...... It's wonderful!" Nesario roared madly.

His furious roar, even in some mysterious way, began to spread throughout the Deep Rock Continent.

Violent shaking, it's begun!

That's not a single earth plane anymore.

That strong vibration crossed the plane barrier again and again, directly affecting the planet Azeroth.

In the southern waters of the Endless Sea, the wind was originally beautiful, and the sea breeze was gently caressed.

In the next second, a huge tremor transmitted from the deep sea easily set off a monstrous wave.

"Rumble—"

At first, not too many people noticed this scene, and it was not until the 100-meter green waves approaching the shore advanced with the momentum of the sky after day that the guards of the lighthouse on the shore discovered this scene.

"Oh my God, is the world going to end?"

The huge goblin statue that once stood a full thirty meters outside the treasure bay was as small as a baby in front of this apocalyptic wave.

At this moment, Nesario's voice actually crossed the spatial barrier between the Earth Elemental Realm and Azeroth, and reverberated throughout the space.

It was the words he had shouted a few minutes earlier, and it began to hover over the world in an echo.

"Pain!"

"Suffering—"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

"The world trembles because of my torment!"

If such a curse were uttered by another being, it would definitely be regarded as a neurosis.

However, he is no one else!

He is Deathwing Nesario, the former guardian dragon of the earth and now the world-destroying death dragon.

As he spoke, suddenly, a huge flame rift tore the entire Barren Lands region apart.

The blazing lava is like a raging lava dragon a hundred stories tall charging across the land. The earth is torn open from the bottom up, and every inch of the explosion must be accompanied by a burst of magma.

Nothing could stop the wrath of heaven and earth from destroying it, and mountains large and small burst under the ravages of this fiery dragon, and a huge orc town that stood in its way, coiling for kilometers, was like a bulldozer.

Nesario's Illustriation continues—

"The kingdom of sorrow crumbles in my rage!"

A wind comparable to a Category 12 storm suddenly blew, and the goblin airship, which was about to land in the sky above Orgrimmar, involuntarily whirled and crashed on the spot.

The scattered timber and the fuel that flowed out caused a secondary disaster.

At that moment, every tribe in the entire Orgrimmari only felt that the heavens and the earth had collapsed, and everyone had fallen to the ground unsteadily.

In the midst of a panic of exclamation.

Anyone who could see the scenery outside watched in despair as a gray tornado storm came crashing down on them.

It looked a lot like a stupid captain on a fishing boat, ordering his little sampan to rush into the tsunami to meet the storm.

Under the dual effects of earthquakes and storms, huge wooden houses with more than two floors collapsed and shattered under the strangulation of the double elemental disaster.

Countless Orgrimmar soldiers and civilians were swept up in it, and when the last building standing in the horizon was dismantled into parts by the combined forces of the earthquake and the storm, the gates of hell were almost in sight.

There are scenes of chaos everywhere.

Incomparably brave orcs, like ants fleeing the flood, left the ruins of the building.

Each beam and pillar emitted a terrible creaking scream, and this scene was simply the end of the world.

They abandoned the city they had been proud of for the past eleven years and fled in all directions.

Standing on the high ground of the Valley of Wisdom, Thrall stood stunned and watched the scene, even forgetting to dodge when a huge wooden stake bounced towards him.

It was Varok who helped him fly the log.

In the ancient temple of Deep Rock, Twilight cultists began to transform Nesario's new dragon body in their own way, at the behest of Enzos.

"Bang, bang, bang!" "One by one, the iron stakes of the dragon's head like a siege cone, slammed into Nesario's body. In order to inlay pieces of mystical metal that were incomparably hard into his growing dragon body.

Suppressing his proliferation is also solidifying his body.