Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

Maybe it was because these prayers were too strong, but at this moment, Irene seemed to see on the faces of the densely packed drow on the meat mountain...

Extremely twisted and painful expressions.

Yes.

These drow are longing for death.

Perhaps for them, death has become a kind of relief.

'Is this your last wish? '

Irene said to herself as she approached at high speed.

She seemed to be asking.

But how could these souls, who had already lost most of themselves in endless suffering, answer her?

But just when she was about to hit the meat mountain, Irene seemed to have heard the drow's answer, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered two words: "Then..."

Then she saw the chainsaw sword in her hand humming, and she clasped her hands together, carrying the heavy pressure of tearing space and slashing it out.

At the same time, violent magic power surged out of her body and attached to the chainsaw sword along her fair little hands.

So this chainsaw sword named Frostmourne began to grow bigger, longer and stronger!

In an instant, the blade, which was less than two meters long, was expanded to more than ten meters long by magic.

It was an elemental blade formed by a layer of magic!

At this moment, Frostmourne became a veritable... ten-meter-long broadsword.

"Shua!!!"

Wherever the blade went, there were bursts of air-breaking sounds like the roar of a giant dragon.

That was the roar of space!

In the tearing sound, it also brought a redemption-like answer.

"I'll satisfy you."

"Cha——"

A flash of white light flashed, and then a figure appeared behind the Drow Meat Mountain, and hit the ground heavily. The powerful shock wave instantly lifted the nearby deformed creatures away, forming a vacuum zone filled with smoke and dust.

Then, before the smoke and dust naturally dissipated, a slight exhalation was heard.

"Hu..."

A ring of flames suddenly erupted, spreading rapidly around, clearing the smoke and dust while pushing away the deformed creatures that were trying to rush up.

In the center of the fire circle, Irene lowered her head and knelt on one knee, holding the hilt with both hands, and most of the blade of the chainsaw sword was inserted into the ground.

The next moment, Irene raised her head, held the sword with one hand, and slowly stood up.

At the same time, there was a "puff" sound, and the huge meat mountain behind her actually split open a terrifying wound that almost crossed the entire mountain from the "halfway point of the mountain", and black and red sticky blood spurted out from it, spraying out like a waterfall.

Under the push of such a large amount of bleeding, the meat mountain actually fell backwards slowly.

With a loud "bang", it fell heavily to the ground.

In the dust, Irene turned around, carrying the chainsaw sword on her shoulder, and her golden eyes looked at the meat mountain through the dust.

The faces of the drow on it were still dislocated, and the expressions on their faces were frozen.

There seemed to be a sense of relief in the dilated pupils.

"It's over..."

Irene said to herself.

But before she finished her words, the eyes of the drow in front of her suddenly bloomed with a glimmer of spirit.

Obviously, she underestimated the vitality of the deformed creatures.

Irene frowned slightly after realizing this, and just as she was about to make another move, she saw the whole meat mountain tremble, and all the drow burst into sharp howls again.

Caught off guard, Irene only felt a pain in her ears.

Then her consciousness seemed to be forcibly pulled out of her body.

'Illusion spells? '

'Were these drow a group of psychics in their lifetime? ! ’

Suddenly realizing this, Irene quickly took a half step back, trying to cast a flicker spell to distance herself.

But it was too late.

Her mind was distorted the next moment, and the scene in front of her changed into another scene.

That was the scene she feared the most...

Watching herself being beheaded, drained of dragon blood, and ripped open by the dragon slayers.

Finally...

Amidst laughter, the dragon slayers took out an unformed dragon egg from her stomach.

‘Fuck! You’re the one laying eggs! ’

Irene, who instantly broke through the defense and turned into a red-warm lobster, directly broke the illusion with her willpower, and opened her mouth with a national quintessence from ancient times.

But before she could vent her anger, she saw a series of hideous faces rapidly enlarged in front of her.

That was the meat mountain that was crushing towards her!

At this speed, at this distance.

It was impossible to dodge!

"Boom!"

There was only a muffled sound.

The Drow Meat Mountain was like the Five Finger Mountain, pressing Irene down heavily, and the ground shook violently as if there was an earthquake.

..."Crack--"

On the wall, Arthas, who was suspended in the air watching the battle, clenched his fists when he saw this scene, and the hidden thing under his helmet suddenly jumped up, and he was ready to rush up to save the dragon.

But just when he was about to move, a calm and powerful voice interrupted his action.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty will be fine."

"After all... that's our queen..."

Arthas paused and turned around slowly, and saw behind him, at the corner of the stairs climbing the wall, a dog-headed man wearing red power armor walked out with firm steps.

One of his eyes was golden, and the other was a strange red.

With a hideous scar that ran diagonally across half of his face, the first impression given to people was that he was either domineering or cruel.

Then, a green-skinned orc in a white coat and a strand of hair on his head walked out from the corner.

Compared with the former, this orc looked much more ordinary.

But the steampunk-style mechanical arm on the left side of his body and the mechanical eyeball that replaced his right eye made it hard for people not to notice him.

"You are late." Arthas seemed to have recognized the situation. The blazing soul fire under his helmet gradually subsided. As he fell from the air, he spoke out the identity of the newcomer. "Commander Wangcai, Minister Gar."

"Hehe..." Wangcai smiled awkwardly, and the austere temperament on his body instantly dissipated. He shook his head and walked to the edge of the parapet, looking at the meat mountain in the distance that was slowly twitching, as if digesting prey. "Isn't this looking for our queen?"

As he said, Wangcai suddenly reached out to the side and grabbed a deformed lizard that had finally climbed up the city wall. With a force, he directly crushed the lizard's head, and then let go. The headless lizard immediately fell down the city, attracting a large number of deformed creatures to fight for food.

At this moment, a blazing flame as dazzling as a crescent moon suddenly pierced through the meat mountain and flew out, followed by the second, the third, and so on.