Onexia's secret plan was not noticed by the fighting Wendsol, just dealing with the puppet-like battle of the Grand Duke had already left him with no time to care, and if it hadn't inspired the inheritance secret skills of the defensive warriors, he might not have been able to hold on to it for a long time.

So when the Black Dragon Princess stood aside and chanted dragon magic loudly, Windsor couldn't think of anything to stop it.

The dragon magic cast by the dragons was obviously faster than Windsol's, and it only took less than half a minute for Onexia to successfully release a mass of magic containing immense power.

"Wendsol, can you stop this?" said Onexia, smiling sheepishly, throwing the magic out of her hand.

The marshal, who had been busy under the attacks of the two sides for a long time, didn't realize that this time the magic was actually issued against him, and after feeling that something was flying in his direction, he subconsciously prepared to block it.

So this ball of magical energy hit Wendthor squarely, and soon submerged into his body, but did not cause any damage, just made his body stiff, and then was hit hard by the shield swung by the Grand Duke.

Bang -

Like the sound of a big drum, it sounded in Wendsol's body, but it was like hitting cotton, but it only made the old marshal's body tilt back slightly, and did not cause any injuries.

"I am," Wendthor grimaced, looking down at his visibly sunken chest, swallowed hard. Instantly understood his situation, took a deep breath, and took advantage of this opportunity to crush the glowing badge on the Grand Duke's shoulder.

There is indeed magic in this world that can control a professional, but it is absolutely impossible to control a pseudo-super-level paladin, no matter how powerful Onexia is, before reaching the super-level, the means of controlling Berval are very limited.

has been passively beaten for so long, and Wendsol probably figured out that the Black Dragon Princess controlled the Grand Duke, so he used this opportunity to smash the magic items that controlled the Grand Duke when he knew that he had little time.

And that is, at the moment when the badge is crushed. The madness in the Grand Duke's eyes. After regaining consciousness for a short time, he stared at Wendsol with extremely remorseful eyes, and simply passed out.

"Poor fellow," Onexia sneered with regret, and her body suddenly began to grow and deform. It's just over ten seconds. It swelled from the human body to the form of an adult dragon with a length of more than 100 meters.

Boom -

Onexia reverted to her original dragon body. With a strong tilt of his head, he knocked down the ceiling of the main hall, and after a few flashes of wings, he flew out of the palace in the eyes of many military officers. Diagonally upward, preparing to fly away from Stormwind.

And at this time, the air above the palace shook violently, and powerful magic fluctuations were accompanied by several loud explosions, shaking the ceiling of the main hall that was knocked out of an opening, and a lot of masonry fell one after another.

"Stay, black dragon!" an old voice shouted, and then the sky darkened, and the dragon's groans of pain were cut off immediately.

The sergeants in the hall were either fighting with the dragonmen who had been left behind, or they were attracted by the fluctuations coming from outside the hole in the zenith of the main hall, and they did not notice where Onexia had been standing, and the countess disappeared in the circle that emitted green light.

Boom -

There was another violent explosion, and large swaths of masonry fell one after another, and the battle outside the palace was soon over, but instead of quieting down, it became more noisy, and the hearts of the sergeants who had gradually gained the advantage in battle sank.

Obviously, these powerful dragonmen have been abandoned by Onexia, and even if they know this, the dragons have not flinched or timid, and continue to attack the soldiers.

The dragons have strong protection capabilities, as well as attack power comparable to those of the top level powerhouses, and in the narrow space at the entrance of the main hall, the soldiers who could not give full play to the numerical advantage were very passive, and they only killed less than twenty dragonmen in this time.

Whew――

Suddenly darkness arose above the main hall, and a sturdy figure three meters high, shrouded in a black mist, which seemed to be shrinking, jumped straight from the breach in the zenith, and snorted angrily while still in the air, shooting out three dark green magic balls.

As soon as the three magic balls flew out, they scattered into three small groups, and the three small groups dispersed into three smaller groups.

It was only a distance of less than fifty meters, and the three balls of magic, which were originally the size of a skull, had been divided into sixty or seventy parts of the same volume, and they swarmed up like eyes, accurately hitting the dragonmen who were struggling to kill.

Roar, roar, roar

The dragon warriors who were still in the upper hand, each of them had more than three magic balls in their bodies, and their bodies emitted a scorching stench, and their strong bodies shrank rapidly as if they had been drained of their vitality.

Just a few seconds later, the dragonman with an average body size of five meters became a dried corpse of less than three meters, and even the pseudo-super-rank dragonman was hacked to death by the sergeants after being hit by more than thirty magic balls in his body.

The rapid death of these dragonmen not only allowed the sergeants to avoid heavy losses, but also gave these professionals who had been fighting for a while time to divert their attention and focus on a few strong men located in the center of the main hall.

The person who jumped from the zenith breach, after the black mist that shrouded him completely dissipated, revealed the figure of the fourth leader of the hunters, where was there still the majestic and domineering appearance before, the whole was a bad old man who was about to fall into the ground.

And Wendsol, who was influencing the Grand Duke's escape from control, sat on the ground full of rubble with an indifferent expression, and confessed his last words to the calm old man and Marcus Jonathan who stumbled out of the crowd.

Faced with this heroic twilight scene, the surviving sergeants, with sad expressions on their faces, retreated dozens of steps collectively without anyone's order, leaving a quiet and private space for Windsor.

"Oh my God! Reginald, you idiot!" Marcus Jonathan looked anxious, completely ignoring his serious injuries, and cursed indiscriminately as he knelt beside the old marshal, unable to help at all.

For the old friend's imminent collapse, Wendsol looked serene, and took advantage of the last period of time when the inheritance secret technique was not invalid, he confided the last bit of his heart to the two strong men very quickly.

"Do you mean that this time the prophecy is still a little off?" Facing Marcus, who was about to cry, the fourth leader did not have the slightest mood swing at all, and seemed to be unconcerned about Wendthall's condition: "Especially Grofe and Marcus?"

"That's right, there was no Marcus in the illusion, and Grove didn't make a move. Wendsol's expression was complicated, and it was obvious that he was still a little stunned about what happened before: "It should be that after reciting the spell, the black dragon will be revealed." ”

"So, maybe the prophecy wasn't what it seems?" the fourth leader's eyes flickered, as if he was guessing, and seemed to be correcting some of his own judgments: "No wonder Grofe would be like that"

The smooth conversation between the two made Marcus Jonathan, who was in an anxious state, yelled after listening to it for a while: "Lord Fergus, can't you save Reginald?!"

"Marcus, this is my fate, I told you a long time ago. Wendthor smiled with some emotion, in stark contrast to Marcus with tears in his eyes, and after taking a light breath, he thought of another thing: "By the way, if the prophecy is correct, next"

With the fact of revealing Onexia, the two strong men who heard the prophecy this time immediately stopped thinking about it and immediately focused on listening, and the fourth leader asked with some surprise: "Is there really such a thing?"

No one answered the words of the fourth leader, Marcus Jonathan was suddenly startled, and when he looked at the old marshal, he found that this long-suffering hero had stopped breathing silently without knowing when.

"Reginald, Reginald!no!" Marcus Jonathan's mournful cry echoed through the empty and dilapidated main hall

(To be continued......)