Not only that, the blood dripping to the ground was instantly activated, growing tentacles, turning into monsters and attacking the surrounding coalition forces.

Essentia armor is the armor that Deathwing trusts, and it's incredibly hard. In his memory, the first time Thrall controlled the Dragon's Soul, he couldn't destroy Deathwing's essentia armor. In the end, it was up to the players to jump onto Deathwing's back and peel off the essentia armor piece, allowing Thrall to take control of the dragon's soul and penetrate Deathwing's chest.

I didn't expect the power of the rules to be so strong, Patrick himself sighed a little, after entering the realm of demigods, the power of the rules he mastered began to fully penetrate his spells, and the effect was to directly dissolve the essentia armor of Deathwing, which was something that even Patrick did not expect.

In a sense, Azeroth's craftsmanship is primitive in crafting weapons and equipment, but the things it produces are extremely reliable and durable.

The dwarves created the Ember Bringer, the Frostmourn and the Lich King's armor from the Burning Legion, and the ice that enveloped the Lich King and was as hard as a diamond.

According to Patrick's speculation, Frostmourn is stronger than the ice, but weaker than the Ash Bringer, so the Burning Legion's forging level is indeed inferior to that of the Dwarves.

Further speculation, the Black Stone Tower is a place where black dragons, orcs, black iron dwarves, trolls, and fire elements live together, and it is not impossible for black stone orcs and dragonmen to get the forging process of dwarves.

In this way, some of Azeroth's technologies are among the best in the universe.

"You...... Go to ......"

After only two short words, the rest of the words were swallowed by Deathwing, because Patrick changed his previous decline, and his strength skyrocketed, and there was no tendency to stop.

"Die." Patrick didn't give Deathwing any respite, and as the power of the rules was becoming complete, Patrick could clearly feel that he was fundamentally different from before he was promoted.

Moreover, with high mana as the cultivation concept, and with Elune's help, Patrick's mana at his disposal is like an astronomical amount.

In an instant, a thicker arcane ray shot out, and Deathwing had just gathered the blessings of the ancient gods, and the arcane ray was already coming.

It was too late to fight, the Black Dragon King's wings fluttered a few times, and the arcane ray still hit the Deathwing accurately.

This is the first time Deathwing has been threatened with his life.

Massive arcane rays pierced Deathwing's neck, disintegrating his flesh like lava, red flesh exposed.

"How is that possible? Nesario-sama will be defeated. Father Twilight's face was full of disbelief.

But a large hole in Deathwing's neck had already told everyone present that it was Patrick who won the head-to-head between Deathwing and Patrick.

"Opportunity." A slight sneer comes from Father Twilight's ears, like a seduction from hell.

Distracted in battle, but self-defeating.

The second Assassin, Garona, who had been hiding, struck out and sent a dagger behind Father Twilight's back.

Originally, it was Berval and several other Alliance heroes who besieged Father Twilight, and Mavi sneaked up from time to time to make Father Twilight dare not use spells unscrupulously, but he didn't expect that among those heroes, there was a second assassin, Garona.

She hadn't been there, she was waiting for an opportunity, a one-hit kill, the self-cultivation of a top assassin, and if it weren't, Garona wouldn't have appeared.

"You...... You ......, I'm ...... I ......" Father Twilight's voice sounded like it was leaking, and the purple-black dagger was stuck in Benedictas's neck, "Yes...... will be the ultimate victor because ...... I...... Early...... Win...... ......"

The last words are no longer spoken, and Father Twilight feels his strength drain away, his body like a leaking ball, and only gurgling blood bubbles bursting out of his throat.

Medivan's return allows Garona and Varian to put aside their old suspicions, and Varian no longer holds accountable for the death of his father, King Lane, while Medivan continues to serve the Kingdom of Stormwind and make up for his previous debts.

What's more, the mastermind who killed King Ryan was Gul'dan, who was the real culprit, and Gul'dan had been dead for many years, and now only one of Gul'dan's skulls was left in Illidan's hands.

For the sake of the Stormwind Kingdom, Varian will not and does not need to continue to hold Garona accountable.

It's a bargain for political exchange, isn't it?

"Kill them for me." A large hole appeared in Deathwing's neck, but it didn't seem to kill Deathwing instantly, and after leaving a sentence, he flew straight south.

"He ran, he was scared, he ran away." Malygos laughed loudly, and this was the happiest time he had in 10,000 years.

"No......" The black dragon head in the distance screamed, and Clomatus couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

The five heads of Clomatus used to attack separately, but now they act in unison and are terrifying. Pull each head back, inhale deeply, and then open all five mouths at the same time. This time, instead of five different colors, the dragon's breath erupted from the five heads, but the same dark purple dragon's breath as Deathwing, attacking Patrick, who was still in mid-air.

"The special effect weapon against the Dragon King is useless to me." Patrick didn't even lift his eyelids, or rather, he didn't bother to talk to Cromatus.

Clomatus was created specifically for the Guardian Dragon, specifically for the Titan Blessing unique to the Guardian Dragon, and the five different heads, each with the special powers of the corresponding dragon.

And his ability is nothing more than a slightly more difficult opponent in Patrick's eyes.

With a "ding", the second platinum disc appeared beside Patrick, and the attack was completely instantaneous.

Patrick gave him the same treatment as Deathwing, and a second arcane ray shot out, hitting the red dragon head and bronze dragon dragon of Clomatus.

The fate of being hit in the head by the laser weapon was very miserable, and the red and bronze dragon heads didn't have time to let out a scream and disappeared.

At this time, Thrall and the four dragon kings were also ready at the same time, and the golden disc in Thrall's hand had already taken shape, and the golden-white dragon head that appeared in it spewed a laser at Klomatus.

It was the purest white Sal had ever seen in his life, and he chose Patrick's idea, aiming for Cromatus's chest, which was revealed when the remaining three necks were raised to unleash a second wave of attacks.

Sal had to cover his eyes because the blast light at the time of the hit was so dazzling that Clomatus screamed in pain.

Clomatus fell uncontrollably for a while, and only then did he clumsily flap his wings and fly back up. His dragon head no longer acted in perfect harmony, but spasmed and spewed black fire wildly again, but far away from Patrick, more like Cromatus scattering into the air.

As he struggled, Clomatus exposed his blackened chest. And this time, the four dragon kings all took a deep breath and spewed out a special dragon breath with blessings, right in the heart of the colorful dragon.

Cromatus twitched violently, his body spasmed, his twisted dragon head roaring loudly, and his body trembled violently.

"You can't stop me!" The blue dragon shouted, and then it went limp, its eyes wide and dead.

The green dragon head scolded angrily, slowly closed his eyes, and was lifeless.

And the black dragon's shout was the coldest: "Father will avenge me, he will tear this world apart, because of what you have done, completely destroy you!" And I'll laugh loudly—"

With one last twitch, the black dragon's head let out a hoarse hiss before falling to the ground and dying.