On the high ground opposite Robbie, a large number of Draenei, struck by Dragon's Breath, fell to the ground, much to Robbie's surprise.
Kalecgos's Dragon's Breath has no Flames, no magical aura, and is certainly not some terrifying Shadowflame. How can it be so powerful, capable of harming someone invisibly? Is it possible for a weakling to stage a comeback?
Robbie was deep in thought when, to his surprise, all the fallen Draenei stood up again, unharmed, though they covered their mouths and noses. Many were bent over, vomiting uncontrollably, glaring angrily at the blue Dragon in the sky.
"I can't stand it, the saliva smells so bad, what kind of monster is this?"
"The air Corruption is worse than a latrine, it's absolutely horrible, I can't take it anymore, I feel like throwing up the dinner I ate the day before yesterday."
"What is that sticky liquid that's spraying out? It's disgusting. My poor armor, which I've worn for a thousand years, is ruined."
It seems that the Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos hadn't brushed his teeth for days. He unleashed a Dragon's Breath, spewing out countless drops of saliva like a light rain. The stench was overwhelming, knocking out many Draenei and causing them both physical and mental harm.
"So this is the most powerful creature in Azeroth, the Dragonkin?" Commander Volka of the Iron Horde stared at Anduin and asked with displeasure.
Prince Anduin shrugged, having anticipated this outcome. He said dismissively, "Don't worry, Kalecgos hasn't shown his true strength yet." Anduin smiled faintly. He knew very well that Kalecgos, this weakling, had survived countless adventures and become the Aspect of the Blue not because of exceptional luck.
Behind every seemingly illogical phenomenon lies a reasonable explanation; it's just that some truths remain unknown to most.
After exhaling a Dragon's Breath, Kalecgos was terrified by the pairs of eyes glaring at him from below. He decided to retreat, believing he had done his duty and owed the Iron Horde nothing.
Kalecgos assisted the Iron Horde out of respect for Garrosh, the Horde Warchief. The Blue Dragonflight and the Horde had trade relations, Garrosh was able to quickly build an Iron Army thanks to the covert help of the Blue Dragonflight. He owed the Blue Dragonflight a large sum of money, and strictly speaking, Kalecgos came to collect the debt.
Just then, a Faerie Dragon staggered over. Upon first seeing Kalecgos's enormous body, which was dozens of times its size, the Faerie Dragon was terrified, trembling and forgetting even to run away.
As a result, Kalecgos unleashed a burst of Dragon's Breath, which hit the Faerie Dragon squarely. The stench immediately made it dizzy and disoriented, causing it to spin wildly in circles, nearly falling from the sky.
On the back of the Faerie Dragon was a Draenei ranger, who was also choked by the fumes. In his dazed state, on the verge of losing consciousness, he inexplicably threw his javelin weakly.
Unexpectedly, it struck Kalecgos's wing.
Kalecgos let out a mournful cry and spun like a top as it plummeted from mid-air. At the last moment, it managed to regain its balance and land on the ground, avoiding being smashed into a pile of dragon flesh.
Kalecgos landed right on the defensive line of the Lunarfall adventurers, less than a hundred meters from the Karabor Temple.
The Draenei rangers are organized and disciplined, and are the main force against the Iron Horde.
The adventurers were in a chaotic state. They were responsible for defending the last line of defense leading to the Karabor Temple, but since the Iron Horde had been wiped out by artillery fire and intense gunfire, this group was basically unaffected and just watched the spectacle from the back.
The moment the bored adventurer saw Kalecgos land on the ground, his eyes widened in astonishment.
The Draenei of Shadowmoon Valley don't recognize Kalecgos, but adventurers from the Azeroth Continent are intimately familiar with this weak Blue Dragonflight.
In countless country taverns, after a hard day's work, people would comfortably lean back in chairs by the fireplace to warm themselves, sipping cheap wine while listening to Bards recount the comical tales of Kalecgos, bringing them endless joy and laughter.
A Blue Dragonflight descended from the sky, making them feel as if a delicious dragon meat feast was laid out before them.
And he will also gain the title of great dragon slayer, which will give him something to brag about when he returns home.
"Kalecgos, as Dragon King, you actually aided the Iron Horde. This is your own fault. Prepare to die."
"Blue Dragonflight, leave behind your scales and horns."
"Nobody's going to fight me for it; I'm going to be the first to cut off the Aspect of the Blue's head."
Faced with a group of fierce adventurers, Kalecgos was terrified. He wanted to fly away, but the excruciating pain in his wings prevented him from doing so.
The Dwarf Warrior charging at the front swung his sword, Kalecgos hurriedly raised his claws to block, only to have his forepaws splattered with blood. Sure enough, this guy's combat strength was exceptionally low.
A group of adventurers surrounded Kalecgos and slashed wildly. Kalecgos tried to block them, but he was powerless to resist and was covered in blood.
That's strange, that's strange! Robbie feels like something's not right.
Kalecgos should be well aware of his own fighting abilities, so why did he end up in that kind of place? Wasn't he afraid of becoming a dragon meal for adventurers? Could it really be a coincidence?
No, there must be a conspiracy. Robbie had a bad feeling.
I remember when I first became an adventurer, a veteran adventurer told me that when you feel everything is going smoothly, never be careless, as you are most likely to fall into your opponent's trap.
Robbie raised his telescope and saw Prince Anduin on the Iron Horde's flagship, looking completely calm and showing no concern for Kalecgos's predicament.
Something's not right! This weakling dragon is definitely not as simple as it seems; there's definitely something wrong with it.
Robbie quickly dashed down the high ground, mounted a Faerie Dragon, and sped toward Kalecgos.
Fortunately, the distance wasn't too far, and by the time Robbie reached Kalecgos, the Blue Dragonflight was already on the verge of death.
Robbie looked at the blood-soaked Kalecgos, and in his eyes appeared points, lines, and planes; the true nature of the world was revealed before him.
Deep within Kalecgos's soul lurks a darkness, clearly the power of Demons.
"Foolish mortals, do you really think you can defeat a Blue Dragonflight king?"
When Kalecgos's consciousness faded into darkness, a powerful spirit regained control of his body.
A terrifying aura emanated from Kalecgos's body. The blurry images of five adult Dragons merged with Kalecgos, unleashing a powerful force that sent adventurers who dreamed of slaying dragons flying.
Could it be... that he was reminded of Kalecgos's experience...? Ah, I see!
The five Blue Dragonflight that guarded the Focusing Iris were killed in an instant, and the killer remains unknown to this day.
Robbie clearly saw the shadows of those dead Blue Dragonflight, bound within Kalecgos by Demons power, becoming the source of Demons power; darkness had long been hidden deep within Kalecgos's soul.
With a roar Kalecgos, now in his dragon form, was enveloped in green Flames and unfurled a pair of jet-black Demons wings. He ignored the group of adventurers who had suffered heavy casualties, and his narrow dragon eyes shot out a vicious light.
His target was the Karabor Temple, Naaru K'ara.