Cromatus is dead, his body scorched all over and a large hole that runs through his body.

It is clear that Klomatus is not Deathwing, he is a pure dragon, he has not been transformed by the old gods, and he cannot die anymore.

The four dragon kings all breathed a sigh of relief, at least this huge threat was gone.

On the other hand, the four dragon kings looked at Patrick in mid-air thoughtfully.

The invincible Deathwing was really beaten away by Patrick, whether it was Alexstasa or Ysera, and Patrick's eyes had a different color at this time.

Only the Blue Dragon King, Malygos, had a smug look in his eyes, an ally of our Blue Dragons and an initial member of the Arcane Covenant.

"Four dragon kings, we have to continue." Thrall gestured to the black and colorful dragons in the distance.

The four dragon kings once again instilled their power in Thrall, and another golden-white laser flew out, sweeping towards the black and multicolored dragons that rushed in.

The bodies of those black dragons and colorful dragons, the parts that came into contact with the laser disappeared in an instant, and some of the colorful dragons' entire bodies were swept over, leaving only two wings to fall from the sky, and some of their bodies split into two, completely losing their vitality, and falling into the sea.

"Well done, well done." Seeing the death of the black dragons in droves, the Blue Dragon King was furious and urged Thrall to continue to shoot the black dragons with the dragon's soul, just as Deathwing did to the blue dragons back then: "Go ahead, destroy those remnants of the black dragons." ”

"Deathwing has fled to the maelstrom, cutting down the grass and roots." Patrick's magically synthesized voice resounded throughout the audience: "Don't let Deathwing escape again. ”

With that, Patrick directly controlled himself to fly south, keeping up with Deathwing's pace.

"Don't try to catch up with Lord Deathwing." The war master Blackhorn flew up on the Void Dragon, and a series of battles did not make Blackhorn feel tired, but made the war maniac more and more excited.

"Looking for death?" Deathwing is gone, what are you doing here to send a cat or a dog to death?

The translucent Spatial Coffin enveloped Black Horn and his mount, and the angry Twilight Dragon kept spewing dragon breath outward, but it was blocked by the Spatial Coffin, unable to affect the outside world.

Deathwing can shatter his own spatial coffin with the brute force of the earth's power amplification, and I wonder if Blackhorn and his Twilight Dragon have such ability.

Patrick's kind of shattered space comes with a magic that kills enemies, but it is a compound spell that is deadly, unless the target can resist the shattering of space, or directly shatter the spatial barrier.

Like the sound of glass shattering, the War Master Black Horn and his mount turned directly into a mass of minced meat.

"Once you've cleaned up here, keep up." Patrick's rapid flight towards the maelstrom was like a blue meteor, and Patrick did not forget to sweep away with arcane rays in the distance.

Large swaths of colorful dragons and black dragons falling into the water, stumps and severed arms of various dragons floating on the icy sea, and the strafing of dragon souls and arcane rays are like laser cleaners.

Each time two lasers swept by, the swept dragon seemed to vaporize, and it was instantly annihilated.

Nesario's reinforcements are almost dead, and he himself has fled, and now the coalition has to clean up the remaining Facelings, the Twilight cultists, and the Twilight Dragons.

"Boring game." Nesario is dead, Cromatus is dead, and without a suitable opponent, Illidan is only bored: "The Flame of Pain will burn your souls." ”

Illidan was surrounded by a fire that turned the Twilight cultists to ashes.

If you are poor, you will intersperse it in a roundabout way, and if you reach it, you will bomb indiscriminately. For the leaderless Twilight cultists, it is enough to forcibly AOE them to eliminate them, and Illidan will not waste too much time on them.

"Then you'll be next." Illidan's demonic flames were devastating to life, and the edges of his eyes combined with the flames of pain struck directly into the chest of Josahi, the Sleepless.

The latter was being besieged from many sides, and when Illidan's eyes hit Josahi, he was still sucking the lives of several Night Elves with his tentacles.

The edge of the eye shot through the sleepless man's heart without accident, and the fire of evil energy ignited caused the tentacles around him to shrink wildly.

Although he was very unwilling, a large hole appeared in his chest, and the fire of evil energy was ignited, and Josahi could only slowly fall.

"Ah~Lord Nesario, your most faithful ~servant~ has failed." Josahi the Sleepless uttered his final cry.

Father Twilight was killed by a surprise attack by Garona, Clomatus died in the Dragon's Soul, and Deathwing was badly wounded by Patrick and fled, and without the presence of the Big Three, the balance of the other battlefields tipped in favor of the Azeroth coalition. Coupled with the Alliance, the Horde, and the Covenant all have a wide range of legion-level magic help, and the energies of elemental, arcane, and holy light have blossomed in the battlefield, and the rout of the Twilight Hammer has begun.

Moreover, when Patrick was chasing Deathwing, he also easily killed the war master Blackhorn and his mount, and the Twilight Hammer's aerial combat power was left with a Twilight Dragon Boss, and it was only a matter of time before he won this battle.

"Keep destroying those black dragons." Malygos is still frantically exporting his power, 10,000 years ago Deathwing used the dragon's soul to almost wipe out the blue dragon, and 10,000 years later, Malygos helped Thrall to almost wipe out the black dragon in front of him.

"......" Thrall didn't say anything, he wasn't an impulsive person, but judging from the current situation, the last vitality of Twilight's hammer, that is, the support of these black dragons and colorful dragons in the air, as long as they died, the coalition forces could simply besiege and kill Twilight's hammer.

Another golden-white laser was released, and the largest black dragon in mid-air was hit, and the entire area above the chest disappeared, and after a few flutters of wings, it fell into the sea.

"Very good." Malygos laughed heartily, "Nefarian, just letting you die like this, it's too cheap for you." ”

Malygos was close to madness, ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years, and he had waited too long for this moment of revenge. As Patrick said to himself in the Eye of Eternity, Deathwing will appear on its own, and that's when the Blue Dragons have the best time to take revenge.

Those who rushed to help, oh no, those colorful dragons and black dragons who rushed to their deaths, were almost dead, and in the eyes of Thrall and the four dragon kings, they were simply targets flying in the sky.

"Wait...... So long...... Time ...... "Overseer Zonoz has fallen."

"You cowards! You weak ~dogs~" Hagra's angry scolding: "I...... Won't ......"

……

One by one, the minions of the Old Gods fell, and the Azeroth coalition became more and more courageous, quickly destroying the enemy.

Although the Twilight cultists are a battle of trapped beasts, and they will burst out with powerful combat power before they die, but under the magic effects of voodoo curses and star fall, even if they sacrifice their lives, burn their souls, and burst out with amazing power to fight against the water, it is in vain, and the Twilight cultists who have lost the protection of the power of the triumvirate are simply lambs to the slaughter, completely unable to resist the voodoo curse and the fall of the stars.

In the real battlefield, the appearance of the surroundings is creepy, and it is good to describe it as corpses all over the field. Stumps and severed arms and rivers of blood are just small scenes. The current Dragon Sleep Temple is crumbling, close to the battlefield of the tribe, most of them are rotting corpses of the enemy, insects and pustules are all over the body, close to the battlefield of the alliance side, a little bit better, but it is also brainy, and the smell of blood is overwhelming.

The battlefield near the covenant side is slightly cleaner, but it is bombarded by all kinds of magic, and the ground is full of potholes, which is not much better.

The worst thing should be the battlefield in the north near the Scourge Legion, and the experience of the Twilight cultists is simply miserable, they were eaten alive, torn apart by random knives, and sucked into dried corpses, it was really miserable.

This also confirms a sentence from the side, where the Cataclysm Legion passes, there is no grass.