There are no rules, the final boss must be dispatched when the ammunition is exhausted, and there is no rule, the final boss must watch the protagonists kill the door before he will personally take action.

The most important reason why Deathwing personally dispatched this time is that the two major elemental lords have failed, and the Twilight Sect, which now occupies the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, is the last chance.

So as the final **OSS, Deathwing has already come to his senses, and now except for Clomatus, which has not yet been fully activated, the strength of the Twilight Sect is at its greatest, so Deathwing himself is out and working hard to destroy Azeroth.

As for Quellins City, Patrick was also notified by Elune that the crisis was coming.

Be careful. Elune's words came to Patrick's mind: "Deathwing has appeared, and is now heading directly towards Quellins City. 】

"Deathwing?" Patrick still couldn't believe it, after all, this time period should not be the time for Deathwing to appear.

[I shouldn't need to remind you, you can just use your perception to probe.] Elune transmitted the image of the Mushroom Valley to Patrick's mind in the southwest.

Flames, winds, and the howl of Nesario, the sky was dyed red.

"With my current ability, I can beat Deathwing?"

[There is a battle force, but at most there will be a draw.] 】

"So, I'd like to try Deathwing's pounds."

[If you want to try, it's not impossible, but Quellins City should be ruined like this.] 】

“……”

When two great gods fight, the mortals below will suffer. If Patrick and Nesario fight above the city of Quellins, then the end result will definitely be that one side escapes, and then leaves the devastation behind, and the newly built city of Quellins is gone.

During the conversation with Elune, Patrick thought of an additional point: "But no, why did Deathwing come straight to Quel'Thalas in the first place, theoretically speaking, shouldn't Deathwing's focus be on Orgrimmar and Stormwind?" ”

Elune gave a perfect answer to this: [The Azeroth you remember, there is no one named Patrick Cabolon. 】

Patrick himself couldn't help but laugh at this.

Although the entire world of Azeroth is no longer the original Azeroth, the purpose of those villains has never been modified.

"And what good advice do you have?"

[Scaring Nesario away is the best option.] 】

The inhabitants of the entire city of Quellins, whether it is Archbishop Alonthos Fao, who has come from afar, or the undead High Elves such as Luminus Imprint, who has just been resurrected and transformed. They all saw the fiery clouds in the distant sky, and the big black dragon that was rapidly approaching like a cruise missile, and the cigarette tail left by the black dragon king.

"What's that?" "There's an enemy coming." "It's a meteorite?"

The sound of inquiries was endless, knowing that the distance of the Black Dragon King was a little closer, only to find out that it was a huge black dragon, and with the unkind momentum of this comer, no one would think that the black dragon came with good intentions.

"The resurrection ritual is temporarily suspended." Patrick instructed Hawksbill, "And tell all troops and civilians to evacuate as far as they can, and the more they withdraw, the better." ”

"My lord, who is this black dragon?" Hawksbill had a sense of foreboding.

"It's the Black Dragon King, Nesario."

As Patrick and Hawksbill spoke, a deafening voice rang out from the sky: "My name is Deathwing, the destroyer of destiny, the end of all things, unstoppable, irreversible, I am the cataclysm." ”

"Welcome to the Twilight Trial!! Mortals, meet your destiny. Deathwing had no idea at all and talked nonsense with these ants, and fire accumulated in his mouth, and a strong flame dragon breath spewed.

Patrick turned into a streamer and appeared in the sky out of thin air, Patrick lifted the ban on his body, and the entire city of Quellins instantly turned into a sea of arcane.

Majestic arcane energy, turned into dozens of huge sigils, appeared in front of Patrick.

The dragon's breath from Nesario's mouth poured out like a lava waterfall towards the city of Quellins.

Patrick's sigil formed an eggshell-like shape, blocking the entire front, and the dragon's breath touched the sigil and immediately flowed down the barrier, without the slightest dragon's breath affecting the city of Quellins behind Patrick.

The elves, humans, and others living in the city saw that the dragon's breath that covered the sky was blocked by Patrick, and immediately reacted, and the troops with long-range attack capabilities, such as mages, warlocks, and rangers, began to counterattack Nesario.

Countless arrows, magic, and holy light flew towards the sky, but some ordinary magic and arrows didn't seem to have any effect on Nesario, and the essentia armor on the Black Dragon King's body couldn't be broken.

"Titan's Curse Seal?" Nesario was shocked. In front of him, however, the Titan's exclusive curse seal, Azeroth's life could not have been capable.

Nesario had seen the Titans with his own eyes, and the source of their power to protect the dragon was also given by the Titans, the creator.

Deathwing realizes that there seems to be more to Calbolon than his master wants him to pay attention to.

At the very least, this ability to use the Titan Spell Mark is definitely worth his wait.

Nesario thought about it, turned his head directly, and flew to the west, while also looking back at Patrick carefully, and spit out a breath of dragon breath again with a little unwillingness.

Deathwing left, but before he left, the woods beneath him were devastated, and as Deathwing's dragon's breath fell, the woods were now on fire.

"He went in the direction of the Valley of the Hearth." Tirio's face was full of grief and indignation, he was originally here to watch those warriors who died of natural disasters come back one by one, which was his happiest day in all these years, but who knew that the Black Dragon King Nesario, who had been silent for a long time, would suddenly appear, and looking at the strength of the Black Dragon King, he would breathe the dragon down, and there might not be anything left in the Valley of the Hearth.

Patrick unleashes the sigil, a plan provided to him by Elune, in order to scare Deathwing into a temporary retreat.

"No need to chase it." Patrick returned to the crowd: "He didn't go to the Valley of the Hearth, but flew from the mountains above the Sodoril River, and judging by his destination, he should have headed towards the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep. ”

Everyone understands that they have just walked through the ghost gate, and if it weren't for Patrick blocking the dragon's breath, everyone would have become charcoal by now.

"Your Excellency." Hawksbill is still in the mood: "What are we going to do? ”

"Temporarily stop the resurrection ceremony, it seems that we can't waste time, the matter of the Dragon Sleep Temple must be done immediately."