Poor Ysera is miserable now.

In the collision of the two huge forces just now, even if Nesario reined in his strength, the remaining ones still caused terrible damage to Ysera's body, and the 150-meter-long behemoth fell from a high altitude to the ground, smashing an unimaginably huge rift in the land of the Dragonbone Wilderness, and its area would not be smaller than Stormwind City... The terrifying destructive power of these legendary creatures is fully exemplified.

And now, judging from the twisted posture of the green dragon queen falling into the earth, her tailbone and three claws have been broken, and this is only the most trivial injury on her body, in the snow hundreds of meters away from the fall pit where Ysera's scorching breath emitted, there is a teared off wing of Ysera, and the turquoise dragon blood has covered this wild snow field three times, and the battle between the two dragon kings has made all life on this land flee in a hurry.

Tyrion glanced back at Ysera, who was lying in the evil magma, and did not know whether she was alive or dead, the green dragon queen had fallen into a seriously injured coma, but the power from the dream was still repairing her body little by little, after all, she was a genuine guardian who received the power of the Titans tens of thousands of years ago, don't look at her being beaten so badly by Nesario, maybe it won't take a few days for her injuries to fully recover.

Of course, the healing of that torn wing may take much longer... But Ysera's defeat so easily does not mean that Ysera is not strong enough, this side of the battle, it can only be said that Ysera chose the wrong opponent, and the battlefield is not in her home Emerald Dream, if it is there, Nesario will definitely not win so easily.

However, the battle between Nesario and Ysera is over, and the rest of the time is handed over to two old friends who have not seen each other for a long time.

Perhaps, they will want to... Talk about the heart?

"I just saw your dragon form."

With a wave of his finger, Tyrion thinned out the disgusting snow around him, and he looked at Nesario, who was silent in front of him, and whispered:

"Cool and cool new look, it looks like there's a special effect, but I'm skeptical that you found some weird recharge window in Argus and threw some gems or something into it... A new skin, well, maybe a new talent. ”

"Your crazy words are really not funny at all!"

Nesario responded coldly:

"Maybe I'll give you a taste of the 'nice' life in Argus, don't you think I've forgotten what you did in Draenor? ”

"No, no! Actually, I've been very busy since I was separated from you last time. ”

Tyrion shook his head with a smile, he pointed to his head and looked at the hostile war dragon in front of him:

"I remember all the things I did to you and your family, you see, I smashed your body and threw you into the Twisted Void, and then I went back to Azeroth and slain the Black Dragons of Blackstone Mountain, oh, yes... You may not know that it is necessary to twist your heir into a brainless frost dragon and serve me... It was a very, very painful process! ”

The Great Lord spread out his hands, as if he were talking to an old friend:

"Remember Nefarian? It's your son, and in my opinion, it's the one that most resembles you, and what's the name of its dragon? Victor Nefarios? It's a mouthful... After I killed it, drained its dragon blood, gave it new powers with my own hands, and gave it a new name, which I called... Frost Wings! It's a nice name, it's catchy, right? ”

Tyrion glanced at a gloomy Nesario, and he added:

"And your daughter, lovely, pretty, beautiful Onexia... Do you know what I did to her? That cute silly little girl may not know that I have left something very "fun" in her spirit... As long as I do! ”

"Smack"

The High Lord snapped his fingers in the snow, and with a strange smile, he looked at the War Dragon:

"With just a snap of her fingers, my niece, Onexia, will become... Beautiful! Actually, I've always felt that your nickname "Deathwing" is a bit unworthy of the name, and I've always wanted to raise a real "Deathwing" with my own hands, so I chose your daughter, my lovely niece Onexia, she's really suitable, isn't she? ”

"You... Enough is enough!! ”

"Boom"

The High Lord's words seemed to finally anger Nesario, he roared, took a step forward, clasped his left hand into a claw, and swung it forward, the frantically gathered green evil energy gathered like substantial magma and flames in the swing of that claw, forming a 30-meter-long magma dragon claw that seemed to burn the sky, and the lifelike claws slammed into Tyrion's head, as if to bury him in the snow field with a single blow.

As the dragon's claws pressed down, the snow-covered earth between Nesario and Tyrion melted wildly, and streams of hot steam escaped from the land.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, the inevitable blow of the War Dragon was easily blocked.

The icy cold wind blew away the steam that blocked the battlefield at this moment, and the extremely cold and fast that accompanied the cold wind re-froze the earth, and when he saw the existence under the dragon's claws, Nesario's eyes tightened.

What appeared in front of him was a dark giant half-kneeling on the ground, the giant's whole body was composed of cold energy, and the body was covered with hideous armor, with huge double swords on his back, and the head was like a demon warrior who had come out of hell, Tyrion stood in place, not moving at all, he just stretched out his finger and shook it, and Netsario's all-destroying evil dragon claws were easily shattered by the demon warrior's wave.

In the light of the evil energy Mars that fell to the earth, the demon warrior controlled by Tyrion slowly stood up, and the 7-meter-tall death colossus seemed to be ready for a big battle with Tyrion moving his wrist.

Levitating on the chest of the demon warrior, Tyrion looked condescendingly at the war dragon in front of him, and his deep voice rang out over the barren snowfield:

"It seems that defeating a poor girl who is not good at fighting has inflated your mentality a lot, Nesario."

"Ten years ago I could have buried you when I was weak, and it will only be easier for me to do it again ten years later... Do you still think the world is what it was when you left? Poor old man, you have been abandoned by this era. ”

Tyrion's hands stretched out behind him, the heavy ash bringer and the noisy apocalypse fell into his hands, and the hideous demon warrior also drew out the two dark giant swords behind his backhand, and put on a double-edged battle posture in front of his chest, behind it, half of the sky was divided into a rift between the realm of death and the present world, and thousands of grim reapers, holding dark scythes, quietly floated out of the rift, and completely surrounded the sky behind Tyrion in a dead and silent attitude.

The wind of the spirit world howls through the cold wilderness, bringing withering into this earthly land, and in the invisible air, death is laughing loudly, because a feast is about to begin, because this place has been completely designated as a battlefield of death...

"I heard that in the world of Argus, the Fallen Titan Agrama personally helped you remove the corruption of the Void and gave you the power of evil energy, you know? I've always wondered what happens when the tyrannical evil power that claims to destroy everything happens when it encounters the eternal death of the withered and withered world... So, come on, Nesario, Dragons of War, Dragon... Come on! ”

Tyrion's voice became cruel and cold at this moment:

"Please, be satisfied... My curiosity! ”

The wind of the spirit world, which is more desolate than the wind of the present world, blows on the land of the dragonbone wilderness, in that cold wind, in the face of Tyrion's oppression, the dragon of war, Dragon clenched his fists at that moment, he is also a figure with a head and a face, when has he been suppressed like this?

But Nesario is not here to fight bravely after all, and in this place to fight with Tyrion in front of him, he has the possibility of victory by mastering the power of evil and the power of the earth, but it is more likely that both sides have suffered heavy losses because of this battle, especially in this eventful season, once it becomes weak, it means that many things cannot continue to advance.

So, after a few breaths, Nesario shook his head:

"I'm sorry... On another occasion, I'd love to have a fight with you for those grievances we have had in the past. ”

He took the initiative to take a step back, this action weakened the killing intent entangled in Tyrion's whole body a little, just like Nesario has his own thinking, and Tyrion also has really important things to do, the previous coercion is more of a gesture, after all, judging from the situation of Nesario's killing of Ysera with one blow just now, Tyrion has to take out the treasure at the bottom of the box if he wants to defeat the reborn war dragon in front of him.

But the problem is that that thing is not intended for Nesario at all, and once it is used here, many things will be affected in the future.

They are the leaders of both sides, and sometimes they have to exclude the influence of personal emotions when doing things... It's unpleasant, of course, but that's how the world works.

"Buzz"

The demon warriors, the army of the god of death, and even the gate of the death realm with the sky all dissipated silently at this moment, and in the last blow of the cold wind of the spirit world, the dragon bone wilderness returned to its previous state.

On the melted and frozen earth, Tyrion looked at Nesario in front of him, and the two old friends were finally able to talk calmly.

"Unlock the Death Marker on Onexia!"

Nesario took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the black ice on the back of his hand, and whispered:

"Then take Ysera with you... She's not that important in my plans, and I'm not interested in taking over the current Emerald Dream, which is a source of chaos. ”

"Huh?"

Tyrion glanced back at Isera, the Green Dragon Queen, who was unknown in the fall pit that was completely frozen behind her, and he looked back at Nesario, a blank look flashing across the High Lord's face:

"When did I say I was here for this stupid girl? Are you deaf? Nesario. ”

The Great Lord said calmly:

"I've said it, I'm just passing through, I don't care what you're going to do with Ysera, whether it's playing some nasty games or being a spawning machine, it has nothing to do with me... You know, on this land, the only thing I really care about is you. ”

"That sounds weird."

Nesario glanced at Tyrion with a strange expression, and a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes:

"Then I'm curious, what else in this land can you value so much that you don't even hesitate to come in person, compared to loot like Ysera?"

"Of course... Very important stuff. ”

Tyrion shrugged:

"Want to know? Then join us... You see, since evil can fill the void within you, death can do it too, come on, Netsario, join my side and become a true Deathwing... I'm doing righteous and great things, and I need a strong warrior like you, and with you on board, I'll save a lot of energy. ”

"Okay."

Nesario threw the handkerchief in his hand into the snow, and he looked up at Tyrion:

"Let me be the boss, you be my lieutenant, and I will agree to join the Darkblade Legion."

"It's really insincere!"

The High Lord waved his hand, skipping the obvious joke, his ice-blue eyes staring at Nesario in front of him:

"Tell me, what exactly are you planning? The Legion asked you to return to Azeroth to assist the Dreadlords in collecting the Pillars of Creation, but I don't think you have any intention of working with them, so you didn't really want to join the Legion, did you? I need to confirm this news a little more... In order not to cause some accidental injuries at that time, it is not good. ”

"You! You've planted your own eyes in the Legion! ”

Nesario's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Tyrion:

"And the status is not low, you can know this kind of news, it seems that I really underestimated you before... But since you're so honest, then maybe I should show a hint of kindness too... I'm not in the service of the Legion, and a megalomaniac like Kil'Gardan isn't worth my service to it, I'm serving a higher power, the god who guarded the dragon, and I'm for the new..."

"Agrama, the Dark Pantheon... I knew it! ”

Tyrion interrupted Nesario's meaningless chant, tilted his head, looked at the dragon of war in front of him, and said solemnly:

"But you know what they're trying to do, right? Do you think they will succeed? ”

It has nothing to do with "I think"! ”

Nesario said seriously:

"I'm just judging from the facts, unlike the Burning Legion, once the power of the Dark Pantheon extends here, Azeroth has no chance of surviving, Agrama has given me a choice, for the sake of our former Titans, he has given us a new hope... It's not about the Legion! The Guardian Dragon is just re-following the gods it once was, nothing more. ”

"But I'll tell you!"

Tyrion said word for word about the dragon of war:

"The Dark Pantheon won't win! You've picked the wrong teammate! ”

"Oh, why?"

The War Dragon smiled disdainfully:

"Just because you swore to protect the world? Tyrion, don't think too highly of yourself, even you are an ant in their eyes! ”

"Then make a bet!"

Tyrion let out a long breath, and he pointed to the earth beneath his feet, and he whispered:

"I say, Agrama will die here, and I'll show you with my own eyes how my ant tore apart the giant! If I win, Nesario, you want you to willingly become a true Deathwing and join my realm of death! ”

"Good! Tyrion, I won't stand in your way until the Dark Pantheon descends, and you... It's best not to bother me! ”

Nesario shrugged, turned around and disappeared into the snow:

"As for this bet, I will look forward to it, and then wait and see, the miracle performed by you..."

"Take Ysera with you... Think of this as the last kindness left to you by the Dark Pantheon. ”

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