Tonatiu actually knew that the second option might be more difficult than the first.

Because it's harder to find enough elites who can share the pain of Deathwing without breaking their souls than to make Azeroth's pain disappear.

Another point is that these elites must not end up having a mental breakdown like Deathwing and going down the same path as him.

It's even more difficult.

Tonatiu didn't really have much hope for the second option, and instead of hoping to find someone who could help Deathwing share the pain, it would be easier to help Azeroth eradicate the disease.

He's just dragging his feet, delaying Deathwing's attack so that he can have time to take his next steps.

But at the moment, it seems that this idea is difficult to realize.

Deathwing was visibly getting more and more impatient, and he was flying faster and faster.

It's true that the Dragon Slayer is good at flying, and it's not false that it flies quickly.

But it was too small, compared to Deathwing. It doesn't matter if it's size, age or strength. are far inferior to the Black Dragon King.

The distance between the two sides was gradually narrowing, and Tonatiu could even see the flames in the nostrils of the Black Dragon King.

You can also see the swarthy armor on the Black Dragon King's chest, as well as the screws on the armor - at first glance, it looks like a goblin handiwork, very rough, not beautiful at all, but very strong.

As the only armored dragon in Azeroth, Tonatiu knew why.

Forging the Dragon's Soul, also known as the Demon Soul, is a huge damage to the other four Dragon Kings.

As a result, the four guardian dragon kings were no match for Deathwing in terms of strength level from now on, and Malygos, the most powerful dragon king, was even wiped out by 99% of the entire clan.

However, for Deathwing's own dragon, he also left himself with a huge weakness, and that is the broken chest!

Although his strength did not decrease, his chest could no longer be closed and had to be fixed with armor, a shortcoming that even led to his downfall.

Tonatiu stared at Deathwing's chest armor, which was not the sturdy essentia armor that had been sturdy later, but seemed to be a high-quality armor forged from ordinary magical metal and goblins.

The Troll King thought quickly, trying to defeat Deathwing from this point.

In such a short period of time, Deathwing had already flown less than a kilometer away from the Dragon Slayer.

It's so close that you're sure you can even jump over it!

He grinned wickedly and said to Tonatiu, "Troll, I want you to taste my flame!" ”

"I don't want to taste that kind of thing!" Tonatiu frowned.

"Ha~" The Black Dragon King opened his mouth and began to breathe deeply.

The temperature near his blood basin mouth rose sharply, and the raindrops on it were instantly evaporated, and it looked like it was steaming all of a sudden, and the huge head of the Black Dragon King was covered by water vapor.

Tonatiu's scalp is numb.

With such a violent storm, Deathwing just opened his mouth to take a deep breath, and even let the air around him heat up like this.

"I don't know if I'll be able to carry it......" he muttered to himself, knowing that Deathwing would not be able to let him go without the last battle.

Nesario breathed deeply.

Tonatiu also took a deep breath, and he pulled out a large salatas that was about the same as a paper cutter to him: "Little Sa." Let's go! ”

"Hehe~" Saratas quietly taunted him: "Troll, you are killing yourself." The Black Dragon King is not something you can match. ”

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Tonatiu responded to her, and then he made a gesture that stunned Deathwing, who was taking a deep breath.

The Troll King didn't retreat, but advanced, standing directly on top of the head of the Exterminating Dragon, and jumped in the direction of the Black Dragon King!

Rumble!

The rain exploded above the extinguishing faucet, and the smoke filled the air, and Tonatiu rushed like a cannonball towards the Deathwing.

The Black Dragon King was stunned, he wanted to retract the power of his breath, he believed that it would easily kill the Troll King.

However, it was not his intention to kill Tonathiu easily.

Because in this case, it is for him to follow Enzos's request.

He didn't want to do that.

And a Tonatiu who died, leaving only the soul. For him it was noticeably less interesting than the living Tonatiu.

The Black Dragon King just wanted to beat him half-crippled and capture him back to the Deep Rock Continent.

But the breath is not something that can be withdrawn if you want to, especially after preparing for such a long period of deep breathing.

The force was swallowed back and could even burn his own throat.

There was only a moment of hesitation, and the dragon king breathed out from his open bloody mouth.

The overwhelming flames, as if from hell, evaporated the rain and sea water for miles in the vicinity in an instant, making the neighborhood steam.

This flame can even destroy a city, and the wrath of the dragon king can destroy the world!

Looking at the overwhelming flames, Deathwing's heart sighed.

A creature that can communicate, and it has been destroyed by itself.

It's better to destroy this world.

Before the sigh could end, the dragon king's huge pupils flashed, and his eyes widened incredibly.

Rumble!

The Troll King had penetrated his breath and burned all over his body, leaving only the fruit and the dagger in his hand.

Deathwing can't believe that anything mortal can survive under his breath!

"No!"

The Black Dragon King screamed, and only the fruit and Salatas's Tonatiu were burned, and they had already hit Deathwing's body like a cannonball, and with a deft rollover, he had jumped onto Nesario's back!

"Hoo ......"

Tonatiu gasped heavily, not expecting it to succeed.

He was immune to the breath of one of the dead, and he was not surprised. What relieved him was that from such a distance, the water vapor all over the sky obscured his vision, and there was a jet-like flame breath in between.

Just like that, you can jump on Deathwing, which is definitely the kind of luck that is good.

"Get off my back!" The regretful mood disappeared in an instant, and the Black Dragon King became irritable.

Never, never!

No creature ever could ride on his back. Whether it's a Guardian or an Old God! The arrogant Black Dragon King, even at his stage as a Guardian of Justice, would never allow any being to ride on him.

The spouse and the other two dragon kings are counted separately......

"Ha~" Tonatiu held Deathwing's hard scales in one hand and Saratas in the other, and responded to Deathwing without hesitation.

His response was to pick up the last claw of the old god and smash it down!

Choke!

Saratas is stabbed into the thick scales on Deathwing's back, and to Deathwing, Saratas is smaller than a needle.

However, the scales of the dragon king, which were difficult to damage with epic weapons, were successfully pierced by Tornatius under the blow of Saratas, which was like a small needle.

The Black Dragon King's pupils dilated instantly.

For many years, since that war, no existence has been able to hurt him.

Unless there were more than two dragon kings present at the same time, they didn't even dare to face themselves.

But such a self was actually injured by a troll bug.

Although it's just a scale.

The former guardian of the earth was furious in his heart, and all the interesting souls and gentleness disappeared in an instant.

All he had left in his heart was destruction, the destruction of this insect that had hurt his scales.

Destroy the world that makes you miserable.

Destroy it—

Myself!