As an excellent scout, Vereesa possesses superb archery skills and eyesight far exceeding human abilities, enabling her to capture fleeting dynamic information.
No Orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan could match her eyesight; to the Orcs, the battle between the two Dragons was dazzling and overwhelming.
"What should we do? We must inform Rhonin."
With a furrowed brow, Vereesa took out an arrow, removed the arrowhead, wrote a line on a piece of paper, tied it to the arrow, and aimed it at the two rolling Dragons.
We must find the right moment to send the arrow through the gaps in the scales and deliver it to Rhonin.
Even with Vereesa's exceptional archery skills, it was impossible; it would require a gamble.
Vereesa closed her eyes, trying to remain calm and gather her strength.
Not far away, Robbie and Krasus watched the battle intently.
"It's no use. Vereesa's archery skills are good, but this is beyond her capabilities," Krasus said with a wry smile.
"Do you know how it ends?" Robbie asked.
Krasus shook his head. "History is wrong about this part of the story. All I know is that Rhonin destroyed the Demon Soul."
Robbie stroked his chin and said, "Why don't we help Rhonin, even though it might make him feel guilty later?"
"It seems this is the only way."
Vereesa suddenly opened her eyes, and the arrow flew out with a "whoosh".
As the arrow drew nearer to the two Dragons, Vereesa knew she had failed.
Dragons are Magical Creatures, especially behemoths like the Red Dragon Queen and Talanastrasz, whose bodies are naturally imbued with magical energy fields.
Vereesa's arrow was not strong enough to penetrate the force field.
A strange thing happened: the arrow drew an arc in the air, passed through the gap between the opposing force fields of the two Dragons, and shot into the scales covering Rhonin.
The arrow came suddenly, and neither of the two Dragons, who were completely focused on the battle, noticed it.
The arrow, having exhausted its strength, gently touched Rhonin, interrupting his meditation.
"Vereesa's Arrow."
Rhonin recognized the unusual arrow and quickly untied the paper strip from the arrowhead.
"Do not cast spells."
Amidst the chaos of the Battlefield, Vereesa only had time to leave a brief message, hoping that Rhonin would understand.
"Don't cast spells? Does that mean... don't cast Holy Word?"
Rhonin entered meditation again, but he couldn't concentrate and kept thinking about the sentence over and over.
"Could this be a conspiracy? Vereesa said that both the rotting Dragon and the human form are Red Dragon Queens."
"Or perhaps they want to use my Holy Word for something? Something's not right. If they were both Red Dragon Queens, they could simply order me to act. Why make it so complicated?"
"Vereesa is definitely overthinking it."
With this in mind, Rhonin gradually calmed down and entered meditation again.
Talanastrasz gained the upper hand again; the Death Dragon Alexstrasza, without the aid of the Titans Power, was no match for him.
Alexstrasza was badly wounded, with a huge gash on her neck and her right wing torn and dangling beside her. She relied entirely on magic to maintain her flight.
"Haha, Alexstrasza, you've been queen for far too long."
Talanastrasz squinted his eyes and said smugly:
"Ever since you became the Red Dragon King, the Red Dragonflight has been consistently Pain Suppression by the Black Dragonflight. Back then, Deathwing called me 'Big Brother,' and he was merely a subservient younger brother. If I had obtained the power of the Dragon Aspects, the Red Dragons wouldn't be so pathetic. This is all because of your incompetence."
Alexstrasza laughed:
"Besides your arrogance and bloated body, what other merits do you have? The Red Dragonflight's survival to this day is all thanks to me. I use wisdom, not brute force."
"You look down on strength, I'll tear you to pieces."
Talanastrasz's body was bathed in a red light, a power similar to that of Orcs's berserk state; he may be the first Dragon to master berserk power.
Alexstrasza still wore a disdainful smile, while at the same time, a familiar voice rang in Rhonin's ears.
"Right now."
Rhonin's mana had recovered to most of its original level, which wasn't the optimal time to cast a spell, but he dared not disobey orders.
The Holy Word, stacked over two thousand times, was unleashed using Talanastrasz's massive dragon body. The latter was slightly taken aback, and then, in conjunction with Rhonin, used magic to amplify it.
This time, Rhonin was lucky.
Milky white holy flames began to burn from within the Dragon's body, quickly spreading throughout its entire form, with Flames bursting out from the gaps in its scales.
The Death Dragon Alexstrasza let out a miserable howl, she shone like a bright sun, radiating a blinding white light, and writhed in agony.
"It's a success!" Rhonin was overjoyed.
Seeing this, Vereesa's mood plummeted instantly; Rhonin actually didn't believe her judgment.
Talanastrasz coldly observed the struggling Red Dragon Queen, watching as her flesh and bones burned away, leaving only a phantom dragon shape amidst the intense Flames.
Seeing you in such pain makes me very sad. You imprisoned me for countless years, letting me slowly wither away in loneliness. Did you ever imagine this day would come?
"Ha ha!"
The illusory dragon form in the flames let out a triumphant laugh, a dark Evil voice, completely different from the Red Dragon Queen's.
"All my years of planning and spreading the Holy Word have been for this very day."
"What did you say?" Talanastrasz looked confused, sensing something was wrong.
"Don't you understand, you idiot?"
The illusory dragon form said smugly:
"The power of the Maw is a shackle imposed on us by the Jailer. Even if we escape the Maw, we cannot obtain true bodies. Our physical bodies will rot, our Elemental Bodies will collapse, and our mechanical bodies will decay rapidly. It is only through the Pain Suppression of the Titans Power that it has not yet erupted. Only the Holy Word can temporarily seal this terrifying power."
The illusory dragon in the Flames raised its head, its Evil eyes shining brightly.
"You!"
Talanastrasz felt immense pressure. "You deceived me. We had an agreement. Who are you really?"
"You think I'm just Evil entity residing within Alexstrasza? Hah, I am her, and she is me; we've long since become one."
The milky white flames gradually shrank, eventually coalescing into a white sphere the size of a fist, containing a trace of extreme darkness, presumably the power of the Maw.
"Thank you, Rhonin. Only weak creatures can cast Holy Word," the Evil voice said.
Rhonin felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and only then did he realize the grave mistake he had made.
"You exhausted your body just for this?" Talanastrasz said with a faint sneer.
"Isn't there you? All my plans were for you. You are my new body, stronger than before."
The humanoid Red Dragon Queen over and merged with the illusory dragon form.
She is both the Red Dragon Queen and Ancient Evil from the Maw!
Not far away, Krasus clutched his hair in despair. "God, is this the truth? My queen is one with Ancient Evil, why didn't I notice before?"
Robbie thought for a moment and said:
"The Ancient Evil personality must have been Pain Suppression by the power of the Dragon Aspects, so the one you usually interact with is the Red Dragon Queen. I have a feeling this isn't her whole plan."