At the same time that Archmage Khadgar was faced with a difficult choice, at the junction of Zangar Swamp and Golrond, in the makeshift camp of the Draenei, the prophet Viren and the garrison Marlad looked at the dozen charred corpses in front of them with ugly faces.

These are the best scouts of the Draenei, who were sent to Golrond two days ago to scout, and now, in the worst possible way, they have brought back nightmare intelligence for their compatriots.

"Those black dragons can't help but pounce down from the sky... Oh my God, oh my God, it was a nightmare. ”

Surviving was a female garrison officer, her left arm had been scorched by dragon fire, and if it weren't for the Marad garrison realizing that the situation was wrong and personally leading the second team of scouts to search, I am afraid she would have died in the wilderness of Gollund.

The bravest warriors of the Draenei could be chosen as the garrison, but the female garrison was trembling as she recalled what had happened before, and it was clear that the nightmarish scene had shattered her will.

The Prophet and the Grand Garrison walked out of the camp, and Marlad looked in the direction of Golrond, and said to Viren with a gloomy face:

"Prophet, those black dragons have built their nests in the southern part of Gorlund, less than a day's journey from the Zangar Marshes, and we have also found some black dragons carrying a large number of dragon eggs, I went to ask the dwarf Kudran, according to the information he told me, once those dragon eggs hatch, Tyledor will be directly exposed to the prey of those black dragons."

"In other words, Tyrion didn't deceive us..."

The Prophet closed his eyes slightly, contemplating the current situation, and asked softly:

"Marrad, you've fought them head-on, how are those black dragons fighting?"

"If it is an elite garrison officer of the hand of Argus, it may take 5-7 people to resist the attack of an adult black dragon head-on, if you want to defeat them, you may need 10 garrison officers to prepare an ambush in advance, after all, those black dragons can fly, which is a very big advantage."

The Great Garrison is an experienced warrior, his judgment is undoubtedly very accurate, the strength of the huge Draenei is not comparable to that of humans, and the most elite garrison officers among them are powerful paladins who are proficient in the Holy Light combat technique, and one person is not inferior to two orc veterans.

"Hmm."

Veren paused as he turned his rosary fingers, he looked at Malrad and asked solemnly:

"Marrad, my child, you are our most fierce warrior, and with your knowledge, do you think it is necessary for us to join forces with Tyrion to fight those black dragons?"

"Frankly, Prophet, I can't trust those dead people!"

The blue tentacles on Marlad's chin moved, and he whispered:

"They proposed to unite because the sudden appearance of the Black Dragon prevented them from conquering this world, but I have to say that expelling the Black Dragon would indeed prevent the Tyredor's gathering point from being devastated, and just as the Tyrion would have kept the peace agreement we had made... It's not that we can't help them, and our remnants don't need so much land. ”

The Grand Garrison paused, and he hesitated and said:

"And Prophet, the Storm Fortress has not been repaired, and we will have to stay in this world for a long time, and once the demons who are following us come to the door, the undead... They lack a sense of honor and lack light, but their sheer numbers can effectively curb the demon's attack, and if there is a day, maybe... They are our worthy allies. ”

Listening to Malrad's analysis, the Prophet's eyes narrowed, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

"No, Marlad, the fate of the Draenei may not be in Draenor... But what you're saying also makes sense, provided that Tyrion. Dawnblade is not a capricious oath-breaker, and his Knights of the Darkblade must have the courage to confront demons head-on, and we must figure that out! ”

"This collaboration is a great opportunity... I've decided to dispatch the Forbidden Ship! ”

The Prophet made his decision, and the Grand Garrison's tail wagged uneasily, but soon he understood what the Prophet meant.

Directly dispatch the last secret weapon to show the sincerity of the Draenei cooperation on the one hand, and the strength of the Draenei on the other, to fulfill the promise and carry out deterrence, killing two birds with one stone.

The Prophet looked up at the empty sky above him, and the staff in his hand tapped on the ground.

"Roam, send us up!"

"Buzz"

Two blue rays of light fell from the sky, enveloping the bodies of the prophet Viren and the Grand Garrison Marlad, and the blue light disappeared in a flash, and the figures of the Draenei disappeared without a trace.

Although the Draenei call themselves exiles, they are a race that can flee across the stars, so how can they not have hole cards in their hands?

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"Have you thought it through? Archmage? ”

The Death Knight spread his hands and looked at Khadgar in front of him, and he whispered:

"Time waits for no one, my Mr. Khadgar, and if you're going to play dumb riddles with me all the time, I'll have to find another way."

"After defeating Deathwing, that Gul'dan Skull!"

Khadgar stepped forward viciously, grabbed Tyrion by the collar, and almost roared:

"You have to give it to us! We're going to bring it back to Azeroth! ”

"Of course, what good do I want it?"

Tyrion gripped Khadgar's hands with a constant expression, easily removing the mage's rude hands from his collar, which felt like two cold iron pincers were clasping his wrists, making him feel a raw pain.

The archmage jerked his hands out of the Death Knight's hands, he shook his hands, glared at Tyrion viciously, and then walked quickly to the edge of the hill, he took a deep breath and raised his hands to the Deathwing soaring in the sky, the massive body of the fallen Black Dragon King was a terrible oppression for him, perhaps the Dragon King only needed to wave his hand to crush him to powder.

But now I have to do it too!

Khadgar frowned, violet magic wrapped around his body and rose, Medivan gave him some power before dying, but that power was not yet well controlled, but at this time, it was not a process that required fine magic control to lift the steel plate behind the Deathwing with his magic hand.

In fact, the Hand of Magic is a spell that can be used by any mage, even a magic apprentice, without the slightest skill to speak of.

"Click"

The huge magic force was manipulated by Khadgar, like an invisible hand, and at the moment when Deathwing swept across the sky and was about to pierce its claws into Gruul's heart, a huge force pushed the steel behind it.

"Bang"

A rift was torn open where the steel and flesh met, and magma-like dragon blood erupted from the rift, causing the Black Dragon King to let out an earth-shattering roar of pain, and it immediately sensed a mortal threat, which made it abandon the badly injured Gruul, turn around and fly in the direction of Khadgar.

But the King of Goron, the world's top predator of Draenor, keenly seized this opportunity!

Its body had been burned by the flames of Deathwing, its abdomen had been torn open by sharp dragon claws, and the hard skin behind it had been completely cracked by repeated blows, the beast's whole body was covered in its own blood, but the light in its single eye had never disappeared, it was as dangerous as before.

No, it's more dangerous than before! It was a wounded beast.

"Whew!"

Grull roared and leapt from the ground, clutching at Deathwing's thick tail, its entire body being grabbed by the Black Dragon King and plowing into the ground, plowing two deep grooves, the rocks of the earth covering its body, causing Deathwing's rush towards Khadgar to a halt in the air.

"Rubbish! Get lost! ”

Deathwing turned around and a mouthful of scorching dragon breath sprayed on Gruul's body, but the King of Goron just wouldn't let go, and taking this opportunity, Khadgar once again mobilized the magic power of his whole body, gathered into a magical hand, grabbed the steel armor behind Deathwing, and then pulled up frantically.

"Smack"

A whole heavy diamond-shaped piece of steel was lifted from behind the Death Wing, and in the scorching dragon blood, the roar of pain of the Black Dragon King resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the essentia steel plate was not fatal when it was lifted, it was fatal what happened next.

Behind the black dragon was a hideous, almost tearing crack in the body, barely relying on the steel restraints behind it to keep the body intact, and now the first essentia steel was lifted, and the result was the terrifying thing that was suppressed in the body, the blood-red, disgusting, weird, twisted, scorching magma-like flesh tentacles frantically tore open the dorsal fin of Deathwing, with a blood-splattered flesh storm, appeared in the sky.

"Whoa! Suffering! Die! ”

Once again, the Black Dragon King sensed a mortal crisis, and the only weakness in his body was discovered!

Can't let that man live!

He must die!

Deathwing's eyes turned blood-red, and its wings frantically waved, and under the threat of death, even lifted Gruul's body into the sky, but this was exactly what the King of Golon meant, and from Deathwing's reaction, the King of Golon had realized something.

It let go of the dragon's tail and slammed into Deathwing's back in the direction of its fall, the beast spreading its claws, its sharp black claws stabbing into Deathwing's back, and along the edge of the scorching steel, Grull roared and lifted the plate upwards.

"Bang"

The second piece of essentia steel fell off, this was a fatal blow from the King of Golon, don't underestimate the instincts of the apex predator.

But that's not enough!

"Buzz"

Just as Deathwing was rushing towards the place where Khadgar and Tyrion were, a violently reactive spatial fluctuation lit up in mid-air in Golrond, and in the next second, the last armed ship of the Draenei, the Forbidden Demon, broke through the space and appeared beneath the sky.

The ship was not huge, it looked like a small boat suspended in the sky, but in fact it was just an illusion, the armed ship was at least 150 meters long, 50 meters thick up and down, and about 30 meters wide, it had a strange shape, it looked like a giant red gem, and those man-made hulls were built around the gems.

The moment it appeared, the tip of the red gem shone brightly, and the bodies of the black dragons behind Deathwing were forcibly imprisoned in the air, and the next second they were forcibly replaced by some kind of containment device into the prison of this armed ship.

And in the hatch of the spaceship, the prophet Viren stood there with a staff, he waved his left hand, and the bright holy light formed a pillar of holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth in an instant, and quickly closed, between the runes on the prophet's forehead, the huge, complex, and cumbersome divine runes shone in the sky around the Deathwing, like a closed space cage, and at the moment it closed, forcibly imprisoned the Deathwings in this sky.

"Don't be stupid! Keep pulling out that steel! ”

Tyrion slammed his fist into the back of the sluggish archmage, Khadgar was the first time he had seen a real spaceship, and he was rightfully attracted by the Forbidden Ship, but the next moment, Tyrion's rough movements pulled him back to reality.

"Can't do it! I've run out of magic! ”

The archmage gasped and looked at the sky in front of him completely imprisoned by the golden rune chains, behind the Deathwing, the figure of Grull, the king of Golon, was also imprisoned, and the movements of the two giant beasts were as funny as Grull riding the Deathwing.

"Viren won't last long!"

The Death Knight pulled a white skull from his armor and shoved it into Khadgar's hand: "Use this! Extract energy and continue to dismantle! ”

"What is this?"

Curious baby Khadgar asked again, and this time Tyrion didn't answer his question, but took a few steps forward, jumped off the cliff, and waited for the Death Raven at the foot of the mountain to fly up quickly and catch the fallen Death Knight, which quickly approached the imprisoned Deathwing, and Tyrion also called out to Oakington's blood mage Severn in the spirit link.

"Severn, Deathwing is 50 meters directly above me, using my spatial coordinates to calculate the bombardment coordinates... Fast! ”

On the top of the hill, Khadgar held a white skull, he had never seen the skull of Gul'dan, and he did not know that he was holding a second skull, but the situation did not allow him to hesitate.

"Huh"

The dark green evil magic was absorbed by the archmage, and the berserk magic that was completely different from the traditional arcane power rushed out of Khadgar's body in an instant, and the pain in that body was like a tear made Khadgar open his mouth and spurt out a mouthful of blood, but the power of that evil magic also made the ground under his feet crack in an instant.

Khadgar opened his left hand and aimed it at Deathwing in the sky, and the demonic enhanced hand slammed into it.

"Click"

Three heavy pieces of essentia armor were lifted in one piece, Deathwing was completely torn apart by the steel imprisoned dorsal fin, and seeing that Viren's imprisoned magic was about to disappear, the Death Knight gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Severn, it's now!"

"Let's give our Mr. Presto a taste... "Sincerity" from the Knights of the Dark Blade! ”

In the next second, whether it was the prophet Viren, the archmage Khadgar, or the death knight Tyrion as the guiding coordinates, in the eyes of all onlookers, a dark green energy light cannon like a sword tearing the world flew out from the direction of Tarado, like the hand of a god that erased everything, and the sky of Gollund changed from a clear sky to a pitch-black night at this moment.

And then that ray of light is the final boundary between day and night, and everything that stands in its way is completely annihilated.

It was the merciless gaze of the Eye of Sargeras, under this judgment... All things kneel!