Azeroth’s Death Track

Tyrion didn't come to Redridge to ambush Nefarian.

In fact, he had no idea that Nefarian would go this route at all. He gave the death lords a holiday to hunt in order to cover his tracks. He quietly came to Redridge Mountain to have his own business to do.

He came here to observe the living conditions of the draenei who had lived in Redridge Mountains for more than a year, and to find a chance to meet with Prophet Velen.

The King of the Dark Blade had made a deal with the Prophet. He knew that the Prophet was an out-and-out Draenei existentialist. As long as it was good for his people, the Prophet would not refuse, provided that these things could not violate the old stubborn heart. Faith in the Holy Light.

However, Tyrion dismissed the idea after personally seeing the temporary residences of the draenei in the foothills of the Redridge Mountains.

The Draenei seem to have discovered a new gathering place, and have begun a large-scale transfer. This transfer has been going on for some time, because there are less than 3 Draenei left in the Red Ridge Mountains. There were tens of thousands of people, and these people from outside the region also climbed mountains and mountains, and built a pier on the other side of Red Ridge Mountain, on the mountain land next to the endless sea.

Obviously, the Prophet did not relax this year, he did not forget the threat from Draenor, and was quietly sending his people away from the Dark Portal...

Moreover, for the Dark Blade King, an undead dragon mount made by a black dragon would not make him feel honored. In fact, he likes his current mount very much, the Raven King given to him by Ansu, This death raven is ferocious and loyal, and even after death, its feathers retain a low-key and luxurious dark blue color. Its flying speed is extremely fast, and most importantly, its riding experience is very comfortable, at least better than Tyrion riding a bone dragon death knell. much more comfortable.

He has no idea of ​​changing the mount in the short term, but now, Nefarian, the stupid bastard, actually injured it and tore its wings. The crow can still be restored, but it is a long process, and the destruction of the beloved object completely angered the stubborn fire in the heart of the dead.

Tyrion is a Necromancer too...he has something to hold on to too.

Roar

Seeing the raven beating and attracting a difficult master, Nefarian's eyes flashed with impatience. He turned his head and sprayed the rain of flames all over the sky, covering his huge figure in the scorching halo , and then flapped its wings wanting to get out of here.

But just as it was flying to a higher place, a beating dark red energy separated the falling flames from the sky and clasped it on its claws. The black dragon turned around and saw Tyrion's left hand wrapped around The death energy, like a rope, shot up from the ground and rushed towards it, while the flames flying in the sky couldn't get close to him at all.

The death knight's body was wrapped in a cold storm, and substantial snowflakes fell in the air around him, knocking out those burning flames.

boom

At the moment when the death entanglement ended, the death knight grabbed the ferocious claws of the black dragon. With all his strength, he leaped onto the wide back of Nefarian, holding the buzzing magic sword Apocalypse in his hands backwards, fiercely Stab at the black dragon's scaly and bony back.

tear up

The dragon scales, which are strong enough to resist the frontal bombardment of the artillery, were torn apart under the sharp blade like fragile paper, and the dragon blood splashed out. What was even more painful was that when Apocalypse pierced the body, he also used strange force Pierced Nefarian's soul, and soul, soul would not heal.

Aww

The Black Dragon Prince didn't expect this guy's first attack to be so tyrannical. He knew that this unattractive death knight in front of him was a real ruthless character. He quickly chanted powerful magic in dragon language, but Before Nefarian's magic was over, Tyrion drew his sharp blade and stuck his left hand to the wound under his foot.

The ice blue eyes turned into bright red at this moment, and the irresistible blood-sucking instinct of the first generation Salain acted on the wound of the Black Dragon Prince. For a moment, the blood oozing, closed in the muscles, and the wound that had begun to slowly heal again It was torn apart once, and the destructive power this time came from the blood flowing in every vein of Nefarian.

The scorching blood containing powerful magic power wrapped around Tyrion's body, forming a bright red magic shield. The death knight grinned as he advanced on the rolling body of the Black Dragon Prince, and the death energy crisscrossed under his feet. He was sticky to Nefarian's back.

puff

Another knife stabbed into the body, and 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 language magic, like thunder. At the moment the dragon language magic was completed, black flames spread around the body of the dragon. , Dozens of small magic vortexes surrounded Tyrion, turning the most terrifying flames that the black dragon was born with into fireballs, and smashed towards the death knight like a barrage.

This black flame is the Shadow Flame, the strongest and most corrosive flame among all the flames in Azeroth. It is like poison. It can completely corrode a steel gate in an instant, but now , it has encountered an opponent that cannot be corroded.

The black flames fell around Tyrion's body, blocked in the air by the dragon's blood shield. After Nefarian strengthened his magic power, the dragon's blood shield was barely broken, but the next layer was indeed formed by the cold An anti-magic shield composed of death energy, which is connected to the death energy in Tyrion's body, uses the consumption of death energy to fight against magic, and wants to drain the sea-like death energy in Tyrion's body. ..It may not be possible to do it only with Nefarian in front of you.

boom

Apocalypse swept forward in the hands of Tyrion, the black energy blade was like a sharp blade for scraping fish scales, breaking all the dragon scales under the death knight's feet, and the broken dragon scales were flying in the air stained with blood, and this heavy blow It also destroyed the hidden magic on the surface of Nefarian's body. When the very individual dragon head appeared in Tyrion's eyes, the Dark Blade King let out a strange laughter that made the scalp tingle.

So it's you, Neltharion's son, Nefarian... Your sister calls me Uncle, maybe you should call me that too!

Nefarian, who was tortured by the severe pain, could no longer care about bickering with Tyrion, and now he was full of thoughts on how to throw this difficult guy out of his body, so the majestic 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, frantically harvesting the fresh flesh of the Black Dragon Prince.

The dragon language magic was smashed out one by one, but when it touched the anti-magic shield on the surface of Tyrion's body, it was like sinking into the sea. In extreme desperation, Nefarian made a very humiliating action. In the air, his body was shrouded in the magic of Transfiguration, and he quickly transformed from a huge monster with a body length of more than 50 meters into a slender human being.

His face was pale, and he was suspended in the air relying on magic power. He clenched his black stone scepter tightly in his hand, and there were bloodstains on the black robe, but looking at Tyrion falling into the sea of ​​clouds behind him, the Black Dragon Prince still subconsciously relaxed Take a breath.

This place is 4,000 meters from the ground...Go to hell, tough death knight, if you die, no one will know what happened here, damn you...you...

wow

Before Nefarian could finish his angry words, the majestic clouds like white land in front of him were disturbed by a entangled storm. In the mist like the eye of the storm, Tyrion's body appeared in front of him again. .

A pair of bat wings flapped endlessly on the death knight's back, and his handsome face became distorted, looking like a legendary demon, while the Dark Blade King looked at him indifferently. The black dragon prince, he shook the magic blade in his hand, and shook off the dragon blood left on the blade of Tian Qi.

I really hate to expose this ugly gesture in front of other people, but it's okay...

Accompanied by the retraction of the bat wings on the back, the figure of the death knight rushed towards Nefarian, who was crazily casting spells, like a sharp arrow off the string.

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

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Aww

The weak roar was mixed with unconcealable pain, and in the barren mountainous area at the junction of the Red Ridge Mountains and the Burning Plains, a huge black figure crashed from the sky.

The originally smooth and graceful wings swayed weakly in the wind, while the wounded body, the body whose blood was almost drained from the whole body, was like a heavy stone, smashing hard on the sharp rocks In the meantime, the broken wound on his back was torn open again, and the blood-stained dragon scales were flying everywhere.

Nefarian thought about the future many times in his long life, but he never thought that this barren and uninhabited mountain would be his last cemetery.

Like a dying snake, it raised its head with difficulty and looked at the slowly falling figure in the sky. It was slender and full of darkness, like a visitor from hell. When he died, Nefarian didn't even know the undead in front of him name, but it doesn't care about that anymore.

In the eyes that have begun to shatter, Nefarian vaguely saw his mother, his father, the lunatic king of the black dragon, and the World Destroyer who called himself Deathwing. Every day and night like hell in Rock Continent, during Deathwing's mad act of slaughtering his own bloodline, it and its younger sister were tightly protected by their mother in a remote corner.

After they had the ability to fly by themselves, they were sent to the surface by their mothers. The growth experience of this pair of brothers and sisters with the blood of Deathwing was not all smooth sailing. Nefarian still remembered that he and his sister had to give everything to be able to fly. The difficult years of barely guaranteeing survival.

Once upon a time, the relationship between it and its sister was very good. They always protected and helped each other, but when did the two start to turn against each other?

The throne of the Black Stone King is so cold, it is so boring to fight with the same race, and it is so disgusting to avoid those secret plots.

Aww

Nefarian uttered a mournful cry. Looking at the approaching figure in front of him, he closed his eyes with difficulty.

What does it want?

Maybe it's not such an unattainable goal... Maybe what it wants is to be able to soar freely in the sky of Azeroth like the giant dragons of other legions, and what it wants is to be worshiped by mortals , being bowed down by them, what it wants, perhaps, is to regain the glory that belongs to the black dragon that was left behind by its father...

It was like a beautiful dream, for which it did not hesitate to part ways with its sister, but did not know... Onyxia would feel sad for it after hearing the news of its death.

No... no, it's sister, just feeling relieved.

Oni...yes...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 Hell, unless the Hela faction Come to your own Val'kyr to take it away, which is why dragons that have been dead for hundreds of years occasionally revive naturally into dracolich. Their souls can only wait for natural dissipation, or they are still bound in their dead bodies .

This helped Tyrion a lot. He put his left hand on Nefarian's still warm corpse, and with the death energy like an ocean pouring out, the shriveled dragon corpse in front of him also moved quickly. refilled.

Prince Black Dragon, I heard your dying wish.

There was a flash of light in Tyrion's eyes, and he said softly:

Since you want to apologize, why don't you go to meet her in person? I believe that Ms. Katerina will welcome you very much. By the way, on behalf of a dear uncle, I will meet my not well-behaved niece...

My messenger Nefarian, take my greetings to Stormwind City.