Tyrion didn't ambush Nefarian at Red Ridge Mountain.

In fact, he had no idea that Nefarian would take this path, he gave the Lords of Death a holiday to go hunting, in order to cover his whereabouts, and he quietly came to Red Ridge Mountain with his own business to do.

He had come to observe the life of the Draenei, who had lived in the Red Ridge Mountains for more than a year, and to find an opportunity to meet the Prophet Viren.

The King of the Blades had made a deal with the Prophet, and he knew that the Prophet was a "Draenei existentialist" through and through, and that the Prophet would not refuse anything that was good for his people, provided that it did not go against the old stubborn heart's belief in the Light.

However, Tyrion had personally seen the temporary dwellings of the Draenei in the foothills of the Red Ridge Mountains, but he dismissed this idea.

The Draenei seem to have discovered a new settlement, and have begun a large-scale transfer that has been going on for some time, as there are less than 30,000 Draenei left in the Red Ridge Mountains, and these outsiders have built a dock on the other side of the Red Ridge Mountains, on the other side of the Endless Sea.

Clearly, the Prophet had not let up during the year, and he had not forgotten the threat from Draenor, and was quietly sending his people away from the Dark Gate...

Moreover, for the King of the Dark Blades, a black dragon's undead dragon mount would not make him feel honored, in fact, he liked his current mount, the Raven King given to him by Ansu, this Grim Reaper Raven is fierce, loyal, and even after death, the feathers retain a low-key and luxurious dark blue, flying extremely fast, and most importantly, the ride is very comfortable, at least much more comfortable than when Tyrion rode the bone dragon Deathnote.

He had no idea of changing mounts anytime soon, but now, Nefarian, the stupid bastard, had wounded it and torn its wings, and although the Raven whom Tyrion called "The Duke" could be restored after the Death Energy repair, it was a long process, and the destruction of his beloved object had completely enraged the fire of stubbornness in the Necromancer's heart.

Tyrion is a necromancy, too... He also has something that he is attached to.

"Roar"

A flash of impatience flashed in Nefarion's eyes as he turned his head and sprayed a rain of flames from the sky, obscuring his massive form in a scorching halo of light, and then flapping his wings to get out of here.

But just as it flew higher, a beating dark red energy separated the falling flames and buckled on its claws, and the black dragon turned its head to look, and saw that Tyrion's left hand was wrapped around the non-stop death energy, like a rope, rising from the ground and rushing towards it, and the flames scattered in the sky could not approach him at all.

A cold storm swirled around the death knight's body, and substantial snowflakes fell in the air around him, extinguishing the burning flames.

"Bang"

At the end of the Death Entanglement, the Death Knight grabbed the black dragon's hideous claws, and he leaped forward to Nefarian's wide back, the humming magic sword Apocalypse in his hands and stabbed fiercely at the black dragon's back covered with scales and bone plates.

"Tear up"

The dragon scales, which were strong enough to resist the frontal bombardment of the artillery, were torn apart like fragile paper under the sharp blade, and the dragon's blood splattered out, and what was even more painful was that when the Apocalypse pierced into the body, it also pierced Nefarian's soul with strange power, and the soul, the soul will not heal.

"Whoa"

The Black Dragon Prince didn't expect this guy's first attack to be so strong, it knew that the unremarkable Death Knight in front of him was a real ruthless character, and it quickly chanted powerful magic in dragon language, but before Nefarian's magic was over, Tyrion drew his blade and put his left hand in the wound at his feet.

The ice-blue eyes turned into crimson at this moment, and the unstoppable blood-sucking instinct of the first generation of Salein acted on the wound of the Black Dragon Prince, and for a while, the oozing blood stains, in the muscles closed, the wound that had begun to slowly heal was torn open again, and this time the destructive power came from the blood flowing in every vein of Nefarian.

Searing, magical blood wrapped around Tyrion's body to form a bright red magical shield, and the Death Knight grinned as he scrambled across the Black Dragon Prince's tumbling body, death energy staggering beneath his feet, sticking him to Nefarian's back.

"Poof"

Another stab into the body, even the soul seemed to be paralyzed.

"How dare you! How dare you! ”

Nefarian's roar resounded through the sky of Red Ridge Mountain with the first completed dragon magic, like muffled thunder, and at the moment when the dragon magic was completed, black flames escaped around the dragon's body, and more than a dozen small magic vortices surrounded Tyrion, turning the most terrifying flame that the black dragon was born with into fireballs, smashing towards the death knight like a barrage.

The black flame was the Shadow Flame, the most cohesive and terrifying of all the flames in Azeroth, it was like poison, it could corrode a steel gate in an instant, but now, it had encountered an opponent that could not be corroded.

The black flames smashed around Tyrian's body, blocked in the air by the layer of dragon blood shield, after Nefarion strengthened the magic power, the dragon's blood shield was barely broken, but the next layer was indeed composed of cold death energy, this thing was connected to the death energy in Tyrian's body, using the consumption of death energy to fight the magic power, and wanted to drain the death energy in Tyrian's body like the sea... With Nefarian in front of you alone, you may not be able to do it.

"Bang"

The apocalypse swept forward in Tyrion's hand, and the black energy blade was like a sharp blade scraping fish scales, breaking all the dragon scales at the feet of the death knight, and the broken dragon scales were stained with blood and flying in the air, and this heavy blow also destroyed the hidden magic on the surface of Nefarion's body, and when the highly personalized dragon head appeared in Tyrion's eyes, the King of the Dark Blades let out a strange laugh that made people's scalps tingle.

"It turned out to be you, son of Nesario, Nefarian... Your sister calls me "uncle", and maybe you should call me that! ”

Nefarion, who was tormented by severe pain, could no longer care about arguing with Tyrion, and he was now thinking about how to throw this difficult guy out of his body, so the dignified Black Dragon Prince was like a juggler, rolling above the clouds, doing all kinds of difficult movements, but Tyrion seemed to be rooted, standing firmly behind him, waving the apocalypse, and frantically harvesting the fresh flesh and blood of the Black Dragon Prince.

The dragon magic smashed out one after another, but when it touched the anti-magic shield on the surface of Tyrion's body, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and in desperation, Nefarian made a very humiliating move, and in the air, his body was shrouded in the magic of transfiguration, and he quickly changed from a behemoth with a body length of more than 50 meters to a slender human.

His face was pale, relying on magic power to levitate in the air, he held his black stone scepter tightly in his hand, and there were blood stains on his black robe, but looking at Tyrion who fell into the sea of clouds behind him, the black dragon prince still subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's 4,000 meters above the ground... Die, difficult Death Knight, if you're dead, no one will know what's going on here, damn you... You..."

"Wow"

Before Nefarian could finish his angry words, the clouds as majestic as the white land in front of him were disrupted by a winding storm, and in the mist like the eye of the storm, Tyrion's body appeared before him again.

The Death Knight had a pair of bats flapping on his back, and his originally handsome face became distorted, looking like a legendary demon, while the King of the Dark Blades looked indifferently at the Black Dragon Prince in front of him, and he shook the magic blade in his hand, shaking off the remaining dragon blood on the blade of the Apocalypse.

"I really don't want to expose this ugly posture in front of other people, but it's okay..."

With the bat wings behind him retracted, the figure of the Death Knight rushed towards the frantically casting Nefarian like a sharp arrow off the string.

"As long as you're dead, no one will know about it."

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"Whoa"

A weak roar was mixed with unconcealable pain, and in the barren mountains where the Red Ridge Mountains and the Burning Plains meet, a huge black figure fell from the sky.

The originally smooth and graceful wings swayed weakly in the wind, and the body covered with wounds, the body whose blood was almost drained from the whole body, was like a heavy stone, smashing fiercely between the sharp rocks, so that the broken wounds on the back were torn open again, and the blood-stained dragon scales flew everywhere.

Nefarian had thought about the future many times in his long life, but he never imagined that this barren and uninhabited mountain area would be his final graveyard.

Like a dying snake, it struggled to raise its head and look at the slowly descending figure in the sky, slender and full of darkness, like a visitor to hell, and until the time of death, Nefarian did not know the name of the necromancer in front of him, but it did not care about it anymore.

In his gaze, which had begun to shatter, Nefarian vaguely saw his mother, his father, the madman King of the Black Dragons, the self-proclaimed Deathwing's Destroyer, who remembered every day and night of his childhood in the Deepboulder Continent like hell, and in the madness of Deathwing's murder of his own bloodline, he and his sister were protected by their mother in a remote corner.

It wasn't until they had the ability to fly on their own that they were sent to the surface by their mother, and the upbringing of the brother and sister with Deathwing's blood was not all smooth sailing, and Nefarian remembered the difficult years when he and his sister had to give everything to survive.

Once upon a time, it had a very good relationship with its sister, and they always protected each other and helped each other, but when did the two start to turn against each other?

The throne of the King of Blackstone is so cold, fighting with his fellow people is so boring, and avoiding those secret conspiracies is so disgusting.

"Whew"

Nefarian let out a griefful cry as he looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, and closed his eyes with difficulty.

What does it want?

Maybe not what an elusive goal to achieve... What it wants is to be able to soar freely through the skies of Azeroth like the dragons of other legions, it may only want to be worshipped and bowed down by mortals, it may just want to regain the glory of the black dragon that it left behind by its father...

It was like a beautiful dream, and for this it did not hesitate to part ways with its sister, but it didn't know... When Onexia gets the news of its death, will she feel sad for it?

No... No, its sister, can only feel a sigh of relief.

"Oni... Right... I'm sorry. ”

Tyrion stood quietly between the rocks, watching the huge black dragon in front of him swallow his last breath, the soul of a powerful black dragon like Nefarian is difficult to control in the Abyss of Hades, unless that Hela sends his own Vagri to take it away, which is why dragons that have been dead for hundreds of years occasionally resurrect naturally into dragon lichs, their souls can only wait for natural dissipation, or they are still bound to their dead bodies.

This helped Tyrion a lot, his left hand resting on Nefarion's still warm corpse, and with the ocean-like death energy pouring out, the shriveled dragon corpse in front of him quickly refilled.

"Black Dragon Prince, I heard your last wish when you were dying."

A twinkle flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he whispered:

"If you want to apologize, why don't you go and meet her in person? I am sure that Madame Caterina will be more than welcome to you, and by the way, on behalf of a dear uncle, to meet my not very well-behaved niece..."

"My messenger Nefarian, bring my greetings to Stormwind."