"Undead!"

The red dragon Alekstasa, who hurriedly arrived with the Red Dragon Legion, saw those troops with a strong aura of death, and the entire dragon capital was numb.

The creature reminded her of some unknown ritual of transformation. This ritual of transformation of the undead also left a deep impression on her long life.

Wagri!

The evil creations of the Titan Guardians!

The moment she saw the creatures, she almost thought that the bound Titan Guardian had broken out of his prison. But the next moment, she shook her head and denied the possibility.

[In view of the general environment,

It was only a momentary surprise before, but after careful observation and feeling now, Alekstaza, who is extremely sensitive to life and death, is still keenly aware of the difference between the two.

At the very least, the Titan Guardian created Vagri is predominantly female. And the army of the undead in front of him is diverse, even the alien beast race.

The other is the difference in strength.

Although the undead power on this army is rich and uncomfortable, it is still quite different from creatures such as ghosts and shadows.

But before she could think about it any more, she saw a dark green female warrior in military uniform, standing on the head of a giant wolf, and pounced in her direction.

Alekstasza flapped his wings and lifted his body up a distance, and then a condescending squirt of dragon breath erupted, dousing the giant wolf all over his face.

Although she hadn't fought for a long time, the various wars she had participated in since her life still taught her where her strengths were. With the invading army in the air, she didn't have time to play hand-to-hand combat with the undead wolf and the female warrior.

After all, according to memory, the undead are immortal, and they are extremely difficult. Alekstasa didn't have time to be dragged down.

A sea of fire sprayed down like a wave, and the scorching heat of the dragon's breath instantly destroyed the army of the undead rushing to the front, and even the giant wolf was rolling and struggling in the flames attached to the dragon's breath, as if it wanted to extinguish the uncomfortable flames on its body by rubbing the ground. But its actions are naturally pointless.

The blow was successful, and just when Alekstasza and the red dragon wanted to chase after her, her perception suddenly alarmed her frantically. She subconsciously flapped her wings and rolled in an arc of great arc in the sky, but the warning followed her, not disappearing with her actions, but becoming more intense.

A shrill whistling sound scrept into Alekstaza's ears from below, and a magically sculpted spear with a strong lethal breath stabbed her wings with precision, two of which pierced her in the abdomen. The dragon's powerful body and natural scales are the strongest protection, and in front of these weapons, not to mention the paper lake, they have not played a corresponding role in resisting.

The spear broke through the dragon's scales and plunged into Alekstaza's body, where it was stuck in the dragon's powerful muscle fibers.

Alekstaza screamed, and was directly knocked down from the sky by this wave of unsuspecting continuous attacks, like a meteorite, directly smashing into the undead army below. The huge body rolled around on the ground, and rolled directly out of a circle of empty space. Many undead warriors fell apart directly from the impact and crushing, and suffered.

However, the void was soon filled by more undead warriors. The undead warriors, unaware of what they feared, launched a ferocious attack on Alekstaza.

Alekstasza felt only a force of death invade her body through the spear, eroding and infecting her back and forth inside her body, trying to transform her into an undead creature. Although this transformation was doomed to fail for her, it made her heart heavy. However, the situation on the battlefield did not allow her to think much about it, and those nasty undead soldiers had already crawled all over her body, and some of them could not hurt her, and even attacked her wounds.

Alekstaza roared angrily, and spat out another mouthful of dragon breath

Coming out, the strong dragon breath accompanied the movement of the dragon's head, clearing out a dragon flame burning partition area in front of and behind him.

Then, regardless of whether it was ugly or not, Alekstaza rolled on the ground where the dragon flame had never been extinguished, throwing out the undead warriors on his body, and bathed himself in the burning dragon flame.

With the dragon claw, she pulled out the plastic spears on her body, and under the powerful constitution of the guardian dragon, Alexstaza's body quickly returned to normal, and she flapped her wings again, and the strong wind pressure lowered the dragon flame that was still burning on the ground.

A long rope was thrown from a distance, wrapping around Alekstaza's dragon head a few times, and the rich and powerful necromantic aura carried on it, which was the same as those spears, made Alekstaza recognize the owner of the rope for the first time.

The female warrior who stood on the head of an undead giant wolf and charged her!

At this moment, the Red Dragon Legion finally woke up from the ever-changing battlefield, and some of the Red Dragons, under the cover of their partners, got rid of the entanglement of the undead below, and circled towards their own queen and flapped their wings and rushed wildly. It looks like he wants to save his own queen.

However, at this moment, Hela has quickly approached Alekstasa through the ropes, although there is a huge gap between the two in size, from the visual effect alone, it looks like a dwarf has launched a charge challenge to a giant, but neither Hela nor Alekstasa cares about this.

Being big can certainly be an advantage, but it can also be a disadvantage.

For example, the current Hela, who can rely on her small size, agility, and strength, to constantly leave a series of hideous wounds on Alekstasa's body. The opponent's energy-plastic weapon with a handle can even be comparable to some artifacts in terms of sharpness and hardness. It is also possible to make various adjustments spontaneously as needed. Especially the other party's death energy attribute that was very different from her, every wound made her feel that the wound was polluted and in severe pain.

The protection of dragons has no sense of existence in the eyes of the other party.

The fastest red dragon solved Hela for his own queen, but was deftly rolled by Hela and turned around with a rope, jumped onto his body, and stabbed a black long sword more than two meters long into the other party's head easily and freely under the gaze of many red dragons.

After a massive amount of death power was injected along the sword body, the unlucky red dragon erupted with black death flames from its body in a wail. The breath of life quickly disappeared from the other party's body, and death came quickly.

The whole process was full of ups and downs, and even the red dragon queen Alekstasa on the side didn't have time to give warning and help, and a red dragon died at Hela's hands, and it was also polluted by the other party with the power of death, forcibly transforming it into an undead creature.

Hela's behavior was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and many red dragons who saw this scene wanted to pounce with anger in their eyes, but they were stopped by Alexstasa loudly.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the Necromantic Dragon's head on the other side, Alekstassa, who was staring at him, sighed in his heart. But in the current scene, she can't help but think about anything. At present, she seems to be the only one who can fight this slippery female warrior on the field for the time being.

She could already tell from the other party's eyes and demeanor that if she dared to avoid the battle, then the other party would rush into her Red Dragon Army and kill. Alekstasa didn't think that if the other party let go of his hand, how many of the red dragons she found would be able to get out of the way.

As for swapping?

Looking at the undead legions below who are not afraid of death, no matter how many of these things are killed, what can they recover?

Therefore, after Alekstaza issued an order to the Red Dragon Legion to cooperate with the Night Elves to find a way to close the space gate in the sky, he took the initiative to fight with Hela.

She had seen clearly that as long as she could close the door of that space, no matter how bad the situation was at the moment, when reinforcements arrived, it would be their side that would win.

It's just that what makes Alekstaza's heart heavy is that she doesn't know whether these invaders belong to the Burning Legion or if they are other staring at this star

Extraterritorial forces of the globe.

"Intruder, tell me your name! Where did it come from?" Alekstasa fought with the undead dragon with Hela, with her strength and personality, of course she wouldn't care about the attack of a necromantic dragon, but Hela's attack was something she had to dodge. So even though she could easily dismantle the undead dragon, out of fear of Hela and grief for the dead red dragon, she didn't choose to get close.

"Are you the king of flying reptiles? Surrender to me! I need a powerful mount in this world. If you're good enough, I can take you out of this world and into a wider universe!" Hela condescendingly gave orders to Alekstaza. I have to say that the Alekstasa of this world is very much in line with her heart.

"Delusional!" Feeling humiliated, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa angrily spat out a surging cloud of dragon breath at Hela, wielding the dragon's powerful magic. But she wasn't carried away by the rage, only part of her attack was directed at Hela, and the rest was poured into the undead dragon beneath Hela.

She must dominate the skies!

This sudden attack also successfully played a corresponding strategic role. The necromantic dragon was almost swept away by a large field of flames, and instead of making it feel warm and comfortable, the flames with life force burned like fuel to the fire. Drop vertically downward.

Hela jumped to her feet at the first moment, and threw the long sword in her hand with a rope at the Red Dragon Queen.

"I like you as a prey." Although Hela has no bearing weight, her dexterous body uses elusive ropes and overwhelming plastic weapons to bite the Red Dragon Queen who wants to distance herself from her.

"Dream! I, the Red Dragon Queen, Alekstasa, will not succumb to any enemy even if I die!" Alekstasa roared filial piety.

"I'm good at training beasts. If you really don't want to surrender, then it is not impossible to transform you into a powerful undead dragon." And who willingly knelt at her feet of those who died at her hands, of the nations that fell at her feet, of the mighty races whom she had slain and conquered?

She just needs to use her great strength to conquer everything! She is the master of the Nine Realms of Hades, the manipulator of the power of death. Those who are unwilling to surrender will obediently obey after turning into undead.

"Remember your master's name, Hela, Queen of Asgard and Helheim!" Hela slashed off a small half of Alexstrasa's horn with a sword and declared.

……

Karegos flapped his wings desperately and flew high into the sky. Even if they knew the horror of the Elder God, a weak version of the Elder God, a single face brought them unbearable losses.

Several of the archmages of Dalaran rolled their eyes, their minds were polluted, and their souls were distorted. The other party's ability to induce people to degenerate is so brutal that it is desperate. This conflicted with Karegoth's memories of the Elder Gods.

It is true that the Elder Gods can allow life to be polluted and corrupted by the Shadows, but that is more of a subtle control and influence. But what is it at the moment?

It's not going to be done, right?

Forcibly controlled the spiritual will of several archmages, and forcibly planted the fallen shadow seeds in their souls. They can hear the whispers of the Elder Gods clearly at all times.

If it weren't for Agatha's quick reaction, they would have almost been wiped out by the Fallen's back.

"Thank you, Master Agatha, if it weren't for you......" Antonidas, the only one of the Dalaran mages who was still conscious, looked a little dazed, and the blow to his old fellow was really a bit big today.

"I'm just more cautious." Agatha's eyes twinkled as she looked at the Elder Gods entrenched around the Dragon's Tower below. For her in the other world, it has become instinct to maintain her caution at all times when playing magic. They have a keen insight into dangerous energy.

After all, in another life

In the world, if you are a little careless, your soul and everything will not belong to you, and there will be no chance to start again.

Looking down at the Elder God who could still see the other party's huge size, even from a long distance, Agatha carefully felt the dangerous power that made her move.

It seems to be some kind of energy that is specifically aimed at the soul and spirit, at least in this regard. This made her heart flutter. For mages like them, who have lived for hundreds of years and can maintain themselves, and have a very high level of magical attainment, most of them have their own unique skills in their hands.

Needless to say, what she struggled to master was devouring, possessing, and using the energy of others.