Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"Is this the distorted matrix?" Looking at such a twisted existence, Irene couldn't help but have this thought in her mind.

But the next second, she denied this idea.

Even at such a long distance, Irene could clearly feel the chaotic and disgusting breath exuded by this meat mountain composed of drow elves.

This breath was no different from those ordinary distorted creatures that were madly attacking the city wall.

They were all irrational "beasts."

According to the scattered records of the catastrophe in the southern continent in the Dragon Heritage, this should not be the distorted matrix.

Arthas's next words also confirmed how correct Irene's idea was.

"This is a distorted aggregate." Arthas's throat hidden under the armor trembled slightly, and he introduced it in a somewhat gloomy tone. "It evolved specifically for power armor. It can penetrate armor through sound waves, causing extremely strong penetration damage."

After saying that, he added: "This is the second one that has appeared this month..."

Arthas's eyes were fixed on the meat mountain that was crawling closer.

It has never been a big secret that the distorted creatures will autonomously devour each other to become stronger, or even merge and evolve, depending on the enemy they face, in order to achieve the purpose of restraining the opponent.

Ordinary creatures need tens of millions of years to slowly evolve to adapt to the environment, but for them, it often only takes a few years, or even a few months or weeks.

This almost unreasonable evolution speed is neither scientific nor magical.

If it weren't for this, the southern continent would not have fallen so quickly.

"Mother, please wait here for a moment, I'll go and deal with this dirty creature"

Arthas suddenly turned his head and bowed to Irene with apology. "As the eldest son of the Empire, I will never allow such filth to enter the Empire's territory."

His tone was extremely firm, as if he was swearing an oath.

"Even half a step!"

As he spoke, Arthas looked at the meat mountain that was slowly creeping towards the Black City, and his right hand reached back to the chainsaw sword named 'Frostmourne' behind him.

At the same time, he issued an order in his mind, calling on the unreliable companion to come and assist in the battle.

However, Arthas had just taken a step in the air, and before the sword blade came out, a white palm had already blocked him.

"Forget it, Arthas." A cold voice came from the side.

Arthas looked sideways and saw Irene looking forward, slowly retracting her outstretched palm, clasping her hands together, and moving her wrists.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Arthas with his peripheral vision, and said in a cold and solemn tone: "I have witnessed your loyalty, so leave it to me next."

The moonlight sprinkled on Irene's side face, reflecting half of her face in silver.

Only the pair of golden eyes were still so shining.

"By the way..." Irene's tone became lazy again, turned back and squinted, crossed her fingers and pushed upward.

As her body stretched, her already mature figure was looming under the robe.

As her long hair fluttered in the wind, she was like a fairy who fell into the world.

But when she opened her eyes again, an invisible fierce momentum instantly spread in all directions.

Even though Arthas was a lich who had stepped half a step into legend, his soul fire could not help but sway under this momentum.

The next moment, he keenly noticed that the Frostmourne behind him was directly drawn away by a strong force.

It was at this time that Irene said the second half of the sentence: "Stretch your muscles and bones."

"Boom!!!"

A loud explosion like a landslide suddenly splashed around!

It was Irene who stomped on the stone pillar under her feet and ejected like an intercontinental missile!

The black bell that was originally hanging under the stone pillar flew backwards into the city under such a strong force, and a strong bell sounded in the air!

It was like a triumphant song for the general, and also like a charge horn!

Arthas still kept the action of drawing his sword, his eyes fixed on the girl who had two black dragon wings stretched out from behind at some point, constantly breaking through the sound waves, and fearlessly charging forward with a chainsaw sword wider than her body.

For a moment, he was a little stunned.

.....

In the backyard of the solemn Redemption Church in the city, a moss-covered tomb cracked in the vibration, and bone wings burning with white flames protruded from the crack.

The hooks at the joints of the bone wings slammed heavily on the mixture of soil and moss.

Then, a bone dragon head poked out from the soil, with a faint soul fire burning in its eyes, which seemed to contain a hint of joy.It was happy that its master finally woke it up from its long and boring sleep.

As a bipedal bone dragon, it couldn't wait to have a hearty fight...

Of course, it was more looking forward to stuffing all the heads of the enemies into its 'hearty heart' after killing them.

That was its affirmation of its opponents and its reward for itself.

But just when the bipedal bone dragon was about to dig its entire body out of the grave, it suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying aura fluctuation.

This made it tremble all over. If it hadn't been without flesh and blood, and only white bones were left, it would have had goose bumps.

It was very familiar with this fluctuation.

This was the fear engraved in the depths of its soul.

At the beginning, it was hammered to death by a black dragon with a similar aura, and after death, it was pierced into a candied haws with a crossbow arrow and stuck in the desert for many years.

Whenever I think of it, I feel a chill in the chrysanthemum that no longer exists.

The past is still vivid in my mind.

Before the bipedal skeletal dragon could recall the past and miss his lost youth, he was forcibly pulled back to reality by a violent bell ringing.

The soul fire in his eyes could not help but sway.

His eyes looked through the layers of cover and looked in the direction of his master.

After thinking with his pelvis, he felt that he probably didn't need to show up.

As expected, the master's messages came one after another, saying that he could continue to sleep and not come out to embarrass himself.

The bipedal skeletal dragon immediately automatically filtered out most of the words in Arthas's message, only extracting the word "sleep", and burrowed into the soil with a look of loss on his face, leaving only a crossbow arrow stuck in his pelvis exposed outside the grave.

It looked like an unyielding middle finger.

Suddenly.

A cool breeze blew by...

"Hoo..."

"Tread..."

Two figures appeared at the door of the church not far away.

It was a dog-headed man and a green-skinned orc.

They stopped at the same time, panting slightly, as if they were looking for something, and at this moment they seemed to have noticed something. After looking at each other deeply, they looked up at the big bell that fell from the city wall.

Their faces showed a complicated look.

After hesitating for a moment, the two ran towards the city wall at a faster speed than before.

"Boom!"

The big bell fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.