The scene was chaotic, and there was a pot of porridge everywhere.

Surrounding the airspace and ground between the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and the Ancient Beach, the main battlefield is naturally Duke vs. Klomatus.

The surrounding area is full of chaotic fighting:

Here are the five-colored dragons of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep plus dragonmen and half-dragons, and then various dinosaurs and wurms, as well as long-range artillery bombardment from Alliance flying warships. There are also quite a few Naga and fish-man troops in the sea who risk being sucked into the maelstrom and get close to cause trouble.

Mostly the Twilight Dragons, the Twilight Cultists riding the Twilight Dragons, and the ground is home to a large number of earth-elemental creatures, plus bio-bone dragons and various aberrations.

They fought in the sky, underground, and in the sea, almost every inch in all directions, and everywhere flesh and blood flew and the elements disintegrated.

Hardly anyone would have noticed that a guy who looked like a Death Knight was meowing at the Lich King, a theoretically non-existent being.

Perhaps the sharpest of the powerhouses can notice, it is often the top of the alliance again.

Anyway, a large group of melon-eating people who didn't do much to help the main battle only saw that Duke had gathered the power of the Three Realms with a terrifying ultimate, and directly killed a boss of the other party's seemingly very strong bunker in seconds.

These days, those who can shoot map cannons are perverts.

The one who can have perverted destructive power must be the big guy, this point of view is correct.

Your own boss Duke seconds the opponent's boss, when will he stay if he doesn't shout 666?

For a time, the entire coalition army was boiling!

"Oh oh oh!

"Long live Duke Marcus!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

Not to mention the mortals on the battleship in the distance, not to mention the five-colored dragons with high intelligence, even those dinosaurs and other wurms with average intelligence almost instinctively raised their heads to the sky and roared.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The roar, which has a long history and is full of savagery, can't help but remind many ancient dragons of the battle 10,000 years ago.

It's the same fight against evil, it's the same race coming together, that feeling of coming together – awesome!

At this moment, Alexstasa, who was on the top floor of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, was really surprised and delighted. Happily, Duke made a move to kill the back hand of the Legion of the Destroyer, Klomatus.

It is said that Nesario also has eight snake heads, but the kind of snake head with a single attribute, Alexstasa doesn't care about it. After all, no matter how strong it is, it is only a physical attack, and there are many ways to deal with it. But like [Dragon's Soul], Klomatus, who can gather the five major attributes to cause a mixed reaction, she really doesn't know how to deal with it.

She imagined for a moment, and if they were replaced by their five guardian dragons, it was estimated that they would fail miserably.

I don't know how Duke managed to get rid of that monster with a glowing cannon.

At this time, she did not notice that her sister Ysera's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance......

I was surprised that Nesario was so strong, and there were faint signs of breaking through all the way. Ulduar's three guardians plus four guardians, plus several gods of the wilderness, this strength is definitely too strong in the world.

It's just that Nesario can't use his size and regeneration ability to play hooligan.

One force down ten will be said to be the case.

When the opponent is too large, normal attacks are obviously not powerful enough.

She had the heart to speed up the [Dragon's Soul] infusion, but she couldn't do it soon!

How much water a bucket can hold depends on the shortest plank. Onexia is actually working very hard, and she is not known how many times stronger than she was before.

The Red Dragon Queen could have imagined how hard it had taken Duke, and even some of the high costs she didn't know, to get the black dragon who felt like she didn't even have the destruction of the world to muster up her energy.

It's a pity that some talents and some hurdles can't be overcome by hard work.

That's inheritance.

When a dragon gives birth to an offspring, it unwittingly imprints its own use of power into its eggs. It is the inheritance of the wisdom and strength of the previous generation. Or, when teaching skills, these elements are engraved into the soul of the child in the form of soul imprints.

Although Malygos is a little crazy, he has done enough to pass on the Blue Dragons.

However, by the time Nesario pushed She-Dragons like Sinestra, he had gone mad and completely abandoned the power of the Guardian of the Earth. This makes this power lose its inheritance.

Unless Onexia finds another way to understand how to use the power of the earth, she will never reach the heights of Nesario when she was the guardian dragon of the earth.

For example, if the new King of Magic, Karegos, has eighty percent of the previous Blue Dragon King, then Onexia is only seventy percent.

As the base exporter of Heli Infusion, she is qualified and has a surplus in performance.

However, when time is getting more and more urgent, if she really needs to infuse 100% of her strength and essence, she will become a fatal shortcoming. However, compared to her, Karegoth's talent seems to be activating, and his use of magical elements is becoming more and more flexible and fluid.

It looks like Karegos can be raised to at least ninety percent.

Alexstrasza could only do it in a hurry.

At this moment, Thrall, who had been standing beside him, stared at by several Elder Dragon Guards, spoke: "It seems that Your Majesty Onexia does not understand the earth well enough. If you don't mind, I'd like to give the Black Dragon Queen a hand. ”

Alexstrasza still had room to spare, and she turned to look at Sal, "Sal, do you think I can trust you?"

It wasn't dragon might, but there was a kind of torture power in the majesty of the queen.

As a savior shaman, Sal naturally has no shame. He met the Red Dragon Queen's fiery red eyes with a clear and fiery gaze: "My heart is worthy of trust! Even if you take a step back, Your Majesty Alexstasa does not trust me, at least you should trust the Lord Duke Marcus who sent me here!"

Sal sighed inwardly.

This is the sadness of being too late to pull a relationship with the Dragon Sleep Temple. Back then, the enslavement of the Dragon Throat Clan to the Red Dragon Queen and even the Red Dragon Legion made it difficult for the tribe to establish a good relationship with the Red Dragon Clan. It can be said that it is too slow to find an entry point.

Sal had to raise the banner of Duke.

At least Duke asked Thrall to send [Dragon's Soul] over, and arranging for him to send such an important thing proves Duke's trust in him.

Unexpectedly, Onexia also helped: "Duke...... As I said, you can trust Thrall, but don't trust the tribe casually!"

Sal bared his teeth on the spot. He was tempted to refute something, but found that Duke's words made sense. Even he felt that his discipline was above the credibility of the entire tribe.

Look at that bastard Garrosh, who broke all the terms of cooperation with the Alliance, went crazy and went to war......

Sal sighed.

"Alright, you can help!" Alexstrasza finally agreed.