The terrifying mountain range shook the earth, but Dragonax and Zzeraku had no time to care about it during the deathmatch. The two behemoths fought uncontrollably, powerful magic flickering in the air, and the Twilight Dragon slammed Zzeraku into the cliff with a single claw, and then relentlessly entered the void form to unleash a storm of magic; The Void Dragon also turned into nothingness, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy to fight back. The entire sky was filled with a deadly light, almost suffocating; Illusory bodies collided with each other, and violent explosions tried to tear apart the souls of both sides; The ghostly claws intertwined, and it only took a gap to penetrate each other's throats.

However, this qiē had nothing to do with Rom, who was still standing by Elidi's side when Zzelaku was freed, and now he had finally found the priestess who had been taken away by the Devourer. The dwarves' only thought at the moment was to get the draenei and his men out of this hellish land. By the time Rom spotted Glinda in the distance, Elidy was slumped to the side with her staff on her staff.

Glinda was so excited to see that Röm was safe and sound, and the joy in her eyes was so ashamed that the veteran Röm was even red under his beard. Röm beckoned to Glinda to take the others to the nearest passage, only to see that they were just pointing behind their backs.

Röm turned around and saw Lascaux aiming with a crossbow. I'd never seen him carry a crossbow before, probably from one of his men. It seems that this dragonman did not want to get any closer to his target, so he chose such a sniper weapon.

The moment Rom noticed Lascaux, the crossbow in the dragonman's hand was fired. The target wasn't the dwarf, but the draenei in the distance. Unable to care less in this situation, Röm lunged between Lascaux and Elidi, raising his axe high.

The bolt slammed into the axe and changed direction, piercing right between Rom's shoulder blades. The barb on the top was at least half an inch into the flesh, and Röm couldn't help but snort in pain, and he covered his wound and shouted at the Delaney, "Go find Ronin! I bet he'll get you out of here alive!

Watching Elidy stagger away, he believed that the priestess would be able to go to Ronin - in fact, he should have gone to Ronin too, Rom's thought. Turn around......

But before Rohm could turn around, a huge axe slashed at him. The dwarf fell to his knees, feeling the blood spill over his body, slowly getting colder and colder. Slowly, the flow is getting farther and farther.

A heavy paw stepped on his already crippled arm. Although it had long since died, when Lascaux stepped on the bones again, another sharp pain spread through the dwarf's body.

"Filthy stinky dwarf...... Dragonman walked over to the dwarf and grabbed the axe he had just thrown. Only a guy as tough as Lascaux could throw such a huge axe with such precision.

It's going to die. Roma knew it. He saw Jim, along with other comrades who had died in Grimbaatar. They were gathering around him, watching themselves join them again......

Still...... No way...... Roma struggled to his feet again, as quietly as he could, staggering towards Lascaux. The Dragonman gave up on Elidi this time, and his target was the unsuspecting Ronin. There is no doubt that even from this distance, Lascaux can still deal a fatal blow to a mage who knows nothing about it.

Röm looked around, looking for the crossbow, but Lascaux threw it away after his failed attack on Elidy. Rohm has only one chance left.

The dwarf grabbed Rasco's raised arm and tugged at the dracon's elbow. Trying to get the raised axe to slash Lasco's head.

Although the dwarves are much stronger than the average human, Röm is simply unable to do so after losing too much blood. He failed, and the axe fell and slashed at Lascaux's jaw, cutting a deep wound.

The intense pain caused the angry Lascaux to gasp, and the draconians grabbed the dwarf and threw him out. Blood was gurgling from the corners of his mouth, and Lascaux wagged his axe awkwardly at the dwarf, the face of which slapped against Rom's helmet.

The dwarf rolled away, struggling to grab his own axe. Lascaux faltered and continued to pounce on Rom; He breathed scrambledly, his steps stumbling and slow. The dragonman clenched his weapon again. An axe slashes at the dwarf.

Röm stood up and let out a roar, swinging his axe and charging back at Lascaux.

But Lasco's arms and axe were much longer than Rom's—the dragonman snorted excitedly, watching as the blade of the axe sliced deep through the dwarf's chest.

Röm screamed in pain, blood gushing out of his mouth. It was a fatal blow. But the dwarves still refused to give in to death. Röm poured the unbearable pain into his waving arm, the skill of the Warrior Brass Beard Elite Guard guiding his arms, his wrists, his fingers, his axe, gathering all his remaining strength to slash at Lasko, the dragonman's head rolling off his thick neck.

Lasco's body toppled to the side, his face still frozen in the last roar before he died. Röm fell next to the dragonman's head, and the sound of a dragon fighting beat the dying dwarf's eardrums in the air. He heard a loud bang coming from all around him, and the land was crumbling. But none of that matters anymore. The falling rubble covered Rom's body, and he felt that every pain had left him......

He suddenly noticed the figures surrounding him. Jim, his close comrade, stood in front of the figures and handed him a cigarette stick.

The dwarves who had died in Grimbaatar had come to greet him, their old bosses...... In this way, they were reunited in the hall of the afterlife, and vanished......

The two dragons were still wrestling in the air, splattering mana smashing cave after cave. While Dragonax didn't care about other weak creatures, Zzelaku was different. The Void Dragon saw the dwarves, the mages, and the most important Draenei, Elidi. From their connection, Zzeraku realized that the struggle was not just about survival, but more about defeating the evil, and that he had had many similar evil thoughts, but he hated them at the moment.

Unlike themselves, who were held hostage, those people came here voluntarily and voluntarily sacrificed what they cherished. During the battle at Dragonax, Zzelaku began to understand this feeling. They fought for something far more important than their own lives, sacrificing themselves for the benefit of others.

Thinking of this, Zzelaku felt more and more ashamed of what he had done before. And the one who is fighting to the death with him in front of him is the representative of his filthy side, the "brother" who has absorbed his dark feelings.

No, I'll never be like this guy again! She gave me a chance to be born again! I'll never be like this guy again...... Never!

Zzelaku has seen what Dragonax is really capable of. Having also learned what odds he had of actually beating him, Zzelaku understood. However, for the sake of Elidi, he had to fight until the last moment...... He's going to fight until the last moment. Even if that was the moment when he ruined Miè.

For Elidy......

Ronin had already told the dwarves which velociraptor trails they should follow, and the vast majority of them had already left. Now there were only a few black-jawed monsters left, and it was just an easy little trouble for the mage to solve, and he could throw them all into the distant cracks of the ground with a single spell. As for whether they could survive or not, Ronin was not interested at all. The mage only cares about two things right now. Find Weenlesa and Crassus - if he's still alive.

Elidy ran towards him, and the Draenei kept looking behind him, as if waiting for someone else. But from behind the priestess, Ronin saw only a crumbling mountain.

"Roma......" he muttered softly, staring at the scene. He also saw Lascaux the last time he saw the dwarves.

"He should be right behind me!" Delaney ran to the mage and said to Ronin. "He should just—"

"A true dwarven warrior," Ronin responded. "He did what he had to do. There's nothing we can do about it......"

Elidy was stunned, and then she gave a solemn expression. "I didn't get along with him for long, but I will always remember the sacrifices he made, he was my role model......"

The mage didn't say a word, just grabbed Elidy, dodging another wave of rubble that was smashing at them.

The crack tore open the entire cavern. The hot steam hissed through the crevices, and the entire cavern was plunged into a suffocating heat wave.

Luo Ning looked at the nearest tunnel, no, it was too far away. Although he still had Winlessa in mind, the mage knew there was something else he had to do.

He held the Draenei tightly in his arms. "Hold on to me, and pray, I hope I have enough strength to do it again!"

"But Zzeraku needs me! He knows very well that he can't stand up to Dragonax alone! he's sacrificing himself for us! he's sacrificing himself for me! I feel it! I have to help him! I don't want him to die like this—"

"There's no time to argue about this!

The dwarves and dragons had escaped, and Ronin could no longer help the creatures that were still here. He closed his eyes tightly and focused—he felt a ringing in his ears, then calmed down again.

There was only darkness around, but he didn't need to look around to know that he had managed to teleport both of them. And he could hear the dwarves desperately trying to escape from Grimbaatar. There were some roars mixed in with the call of the dwarves, and it seemed that many more velociraptors were also in the midst of this great escape.

But the ground still shook beneath his feet. It's not far from Grimbaatar. Luo Ning had already cast spells too many times in this period of time, and teleporting again in such a weak situation was simply suicidal, but even so, he was preparing for it.

Then, the ridge of Grimbaatar exploded in front of him. Gravel lava splatters everywhere. Dragonax and Zzelaku flew out.

A stream of lava spewed at the two dragons, but it passed through their bodies. These material shocks are unquestionable to them, and the Void Dragon's body still holds many secrets that no one knows. In the midst of the erupting fire, Zzeraku looked more illusory than Ronin had imagined. And no matter how you look at it, the Void Dragon is at a disadvantage in the fight.

"Zzeraku is going to lose," Elidi's words confirmed the mage's suspicions. "He's been imprisoned for too long, too long. His essence energy had been depleted for a long time...... And I think there's something that's been feeding energy to Dragonax......"

"This is not unexpected!" Ronin's mind was already filled with other troubles, which were in the midst of the ravaged mountains. "Elidi, you're staying with the dwarves, you're safe here. Stay with the dwarves, that's all. “

"You're going to find Winlessa, aren't you?"

"And Crassus, if he's still alive...... Well, though, the main thing is Winlessa......"

The priestess nodded. "Go ahead. I understand that we all have something to do. Ronin nodded and reaffirmed his judgment - the catastrophe of the whole of Azeroth was imminent and he always allowed his personal feelings to act, which made him feel a little guilty. Someone has to stop Dragonax, if possible.

But before he could do that, he had to find his wife......

Ronin gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate all his energy on finding Winlessa. He prayed, hoping that they would not be too far apart, that he would be able to teleport through, that he would find the person with whom he knew each other well. If Winlessa is still alive, Ronin must find her.

If Winlessa had left him forever, then Nessterra and the puppet she had created would be able to learn how far a mage's wrath could burn...... And in fact, no matter what the outcome, Ronin is killing himself. (To be continued.) )