42. Hi, Zuluhed! Your Days of Using the Dragon Soul to Drain Power Everywhere Are Over [715]

(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [7/15])

"Quick! Come on, move, lazy guys!"

Zuluhed loudly scolded the Shadow Council bastards beside him, asking them to work harder to widen the crack that Nightmare Tyrant had torn apart so that the weak the Sleeper could be swallowed into it.

This crack is a piece torn from Emerald Dream. It exists independently. There is only one entrance, which is in Tower of Azora of Elwynn Forest. That place is now Shadow Council's stronghold, Zuluhed used the Dream Essence Crystal given by Nightmare Tyrant to drag it from the real world into the Dream Zone controlled by them.

There is also the perfect casting area for the Sleeper to completely escape the control of Titan.

To be honest, Orc Warlock really has evil thoughts at this time. He has learned how to use Dragon Soul to control the powerful dragon and become a slave. The Sleeper in front of him is Guardian Dragon King!

She is one of the most powerful beings in Azeroth. Once Zuluhed controls her, she can sweep across the entire Eastern Continent in an instant.

But the problem is that Zuluhed would not dare to bet.

After hearing from Eranikus that all this was Great Demon Lord"The Shaper"Sarkir's plan, he didn't dare to intervene casually to avoid ruining the good things of the really big shot.

When someone glares at me, I almost lose my mind several times.

But he is not at a loss either.

"The complete power of a Guardian Dragon King is controlled by me."

Zuluhed caressed the golden disc in his hand obsessively.

He has used Dragon Soul to extract the power of several powerful green dragons before, and with the Sleeper's Dream Authority under his control, he will definitely become one of the most powerful spell casters of Azeroth. The One Unfortunately, Dragon Soul will not gift his power to his body.

He can only use this magical weapon, but cannot gain power in a real sense.

But that's okay.

After I peel off Queen Ysera's Dream Authority, I can go to Stormwind to snatch Staff of the Guardians of Tirisfal back with the powerful power. When the time comes, I have three artifacts in hand, and I have this behemoth Burning Legion as my back. Who can stop me in this sad world?

"Hey! Stop fantasizing, Zuluhed, hurry up!"

Void Master, Arakkoa Great Sage Eska next to them screamed:

"I can feel the burning of Holy Light right here, ah, Light Butcher is coming, use your magic weapon to open the rift quickly, otherwise we will all die!"

"What's the rush?"

Arakkoa's scream interrupted Zuluhed's lustful time, causing the gloomy big Warlock to glare at it with malice, and then noticed the Dark Dagger worn by Arakkoa big Warlock.

Zuluhed was stunned for a moment.

He himself didn't remember when Eska got this dagger. It seemed that it had been with Eska from the beginning, but when Draenor was there, Arakkoa clearly didn't have it in his hands.

Forget it.

This is not an important thing either.

It's just a dark, strange-shaped magic dagger, and it's not worth fussing over.

"Eska, my son, Zuluhed was driven by the devil into a plan beyond his control. The powerful the Sleeper is about to encounter a sudden turn of fate, but this is our chance."

A vague voice echoed in the ears of Arakkoa and Warlock. She said in a sweet and gentle tone:

"After Zuluhed peels off Dream Authority from Ysera, it's your turn.

Ah, I really envy Ysera for having such a true love that sacrificed everything for her. What a beautiful pure love. Eranikus sacrificed everything just hoping that his goddess would return to the arms of her true mother.

Yes!

Void Mother will take care of his children with great tenderness, "Twilight Dragon King" Ysera, "Corruptor" Ysera, "World's Pain" Ysera, what a wonderful future.

Poor the Sleeper must be heartbroken after losing her beloved. When she is most helpless, let us call upon the quiet beauty of the void to soothe the poor girl's mind."

"Oh, of course, of course! Everything you say is right, everything you do is good, everything you desire will come true, my dear Xal'atath."

Shadow Master Eska caressed Dark Dagger at the waist and watched as the cracks in the dream gradually dragged Ysera into it under the control of Zuluhed. It whispered:

"But Ysera's beauty is not one ten thousandth as beautiful as yours."

"Ha, you're so good. I'll reward you with a Void Kiss, but leave now, kid. It's not just Light Butcher that's coming, but also Devourer of Worlds and Void Herald."

The voice echoing in Eska's mind was full of fear and disgust. She said sarcastically:

"It's okay to compete with me for the title of Void. I don't care about sharing the glory of "Pioneer" with others, but there is already a very dangerous and violent guy in Devourer of Worlds's track.

Dymus doesn't have much patience with those who share the devouring power. Hehe, let's just wait and see the outcome of Diakum's defeat.

When the time comes, I will shed two hypocritical tears for this fellow traveler with a bleak future!"

"Boom"

Just a few seconds after Xal'atath lowered the warning, a terrifying explosion struck directly above Temple of Atal'Hakkar in the form of a golden stream of light, almost a repeat of the tactics used to break into Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Standard "attack the top" but the main gun of the starship!

The One Unfortunately, Exodar is just a Supply Frigate, and its firepower is far less exaggerated than Tempest Keep. But for a decaying temple that has been buried in the water for thousands of years, when the golden stream of light roars through the central area of the temple, it actually means that the "attack" phase of the battle is over.

"Zuluhed!"

Diakum's roar sounded from the light. When the big Warlock looked back in horror, he saw Holy Spirit Form's Vigilant held a handful of Broken Holy Blade and strode out of the light amid the flying Light Wings and the sound of Divine Condemnation from Golden Little Angel.

The familiar Blinding Light, enhanced by the power of the demigod, was like a halo sweeping across the violently shaking temple ruins.

Wherever the light went, all shadow things screamed and were ignited and burned.

"Hand over Dragon Soul in your hand!"

he scolded.

It was like a whip hitting Zuluhed so hard that the big Warlock didn't even have time to care about the disciples he had accepted in Azeroth. He turned around and turned the power of dreams contained in Dragon Soul into a torn Light Blade and smashed it at Diakum.

He didn't expect this blow to stop Vigilant.

After blasting out the light cannon, Zuluhed plunged into the dream that quickly closed in front of him with vigorous movements. As for those Warlock who had no time to escape.

Bang!

You think you're Warlock yet you're so cold-blooded!

If you don't run away when you encounter a formidable enemy, the bastards standing there deserve to die!

But there is one thing to say, the power of this light cannon is quite good.

The energy-absorbed energy of several green dragons gathered together and blasted towards Diakum and even penetrated his Divine Decree: Shield. However, before they touched the main body, they were surrounded by Golden Little Angels who worked together to hold up a light shield to resist it.

These little cuties will not only surround Vigilant all day long, blow him rainbow farts and sing Holy Song, but when it comes to battle, they can also act as "Intelligent Defense Device" such as "Living Funnel" Like ", block some attacks for Diakum, or use "Ambush of Light" in close combat to deal with the idiots who try to assassinate Vigilant.

Zuluhed ran into the dream, as fast as a mouse. Just as Vigilant was approaching the crack, Eranikus emerged from Shadow Convergence and stood in front of him holding Emerald Blade.

Greater Demon VS Vigilant.

The moment the two met, they raised their hands and fired "light cannons" at each other to show respect. The lights of Fel Beam and Holy Light Divine Punishment were intertwined, making the ancient temple that had collapsed due to the bombardment completely hopeless.

"Go out and fight?"

Eranikus asked, and Diakum nodded.

The next second, amidst the low roar of the dragon, Nightmare Dragon Tyrannical Form, strengthened by the infusion of Fel, shattered the dome of the temple, allowing the terrifying giant with a body length of nearly a hundred meters, a wingspan of more than three hundred meters, and a height of nearly a hundred meters to stand in the muddy water of Black Morass.

Before Eranikus fell, he was the strongest individual among the dragons second only to Dragon King. After embracing Fel, his body grew again and was close to the size of Guardian Dragon King, but it was still a little short of Deathwing's body length of 160 meters and wingspan of 400 meters.

However, the terrifying size of Nightmare Tyrant alone at this time is enough to compete head-on with Abyssal Lord even if it is placed among the Burning Legion, which is full of strong men.

Or Dragon Aspects is not allowed to participate in the war between mortals. If such a thing suddenly appears on the battlefield between the two countries, mortals can't even imagine how desperate they must be.

Lord Azeroth Star Soul also said that Proto-Dragon is the child and guardian he created for himself. Just based on the size and strength of these giants, they are indeed qualified to become the real "World Guardian".

But unfortunately, Diakum, which has improved a lot after Silithus, is no longer afraid of fighting such a giant.

As Holy Light exploded, Radiant Holy Spirit's Lightforged Body also expanded and spread until it turned into a Giant of Light that was even taller than Nightmare Tyrant.

After truly reaching the demigod level, Diakum's Giant of Light Form finally did not need to wait for a pitiful three minutes to release, allowing him to fully enjoy the fun of this giant battle.

Holding the broken Ashbringer, it turned into a giant blade, and Lothar was driving Lightforged War Mech to kill the cultists on the ground. While Lothar was watching like a fairy, Giant of Light started to hit the infinitely powerful Enemybreaker Swordsmanship. In the moment of the confrontation between the two, Nightmare Tyrant's burning wings were cut off by one third.

"You can't have this swamp anymore!"

In the internal communication of Lightforged War Mech, Crescent Blade Fareeya said to Marshal Lothar in a regretful tone:

"After the battle of this level ends, the terrain of this swamp will be permanently changed.

Not to mention Nightmare Tyrant's Fel corrosion, with the intensity of Vigilant's current release of holy power, this swamp will be completely evaporated in a short period of time. Congratulations, Marshal, you will soon have a flat and fertile plain."

"The premise is that we must first defeat the devil and Green Skins! The kingdom can expand its territory again!"

Lothar pushed the joystick, causing the powerful Lightforging Mech to crash into it like Charge, smashing a ferocious barbarian Trolls to death in the collapsed temple, and then not so skillfully controlled the Arbiter Heavy Cannon on the mecha's arm to bombard the magic dragon flying overhead.

He was enjoying the fun of "FPS" at this time and said:

"I have decided! In the future, I will name this plain "Lightforged Hills" to commemorate today's battle and victory! Huh? Is that strange black dragon one of your members?

This is not our Azeroth dragon!

Why does it look so strange, and why does it still have "Twintails" on it?"

Marshal Lothar noticed the powerful individuals flying around in the sky of the collapsed temple like black meteors and slamming into those dragons. Not only him, many people also noticed this strange giant dragon.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

The other "Nightmare Lord" Taerar who followed His Majesty Eranikus into Azeroth looked ahead in surprise, especially the ferocious dragon whose whole body was covered with black spikes. The latter's brute force and physical strength were surprisingly terrifying.

Lord Taerar saw it falling from the sky like a meteor, and hit his demon dragon subordinate with his headbutt.

The two huge dragon horns on its head, which were like armor-piercing hammers, easily tore the scales of the poor demon dragon into pieces. The other party then used its brutal claws to grab its wings, and with a single tear, the demon dragon was smashed onto the broken ground.

Facing Lord Taerar's scolding, Onyxia, who was enjoying the battle, raised his head.

The eyes in the thick scales and solid skull floated with the light of Bloodlust. She raised her hedgehog-like wings covered with spikes, tearing and flapping her sharp claws to dismember the dragon under her feet, and then rushed into the sky, aiming directly at Taerar.

"I am Light Weaver's Monster! I am Glutton in the Shadows! I am the devil you will wake up crying in every nightmare!!!"

Onyxia roared and bumped into it, but Taerar nimbly dodged it, but the latter used its strong body to make an emergency stop in the air, then curled up so that the spikes on its body protruded, and rolled back like a battering ram to hit the body of the Demon Dragon Lord.

Just like hugging a "hedgehog", in Taerar's painful roar, Black Dragon Princess's first brutal attack left it covered with bruises.

The smelly demonic blood fell, which further stimulated Onyxia's "wild fighting" nature, which was hidden by Diakum using Curse of Flesh in the body of "Nergigante" The desire to fight was fully activated, just like Orcs drove Blood Rage. Amidst the low and ferocious dragon roar, Onyxia chased Taerar and fought all the way.

All the dragons blocking the road were pulled together by her and defeated.

Those dragons bit her crazily, slapped her, and burned her with their breath, but Onyxia's wounds, broken bones, and corrosion would always heal in a short period of time. Those torn bone spurs would be stronger when they grow again, but her enemies would not be the same.

This is simply a "freak" born for fighting!

"Blue coward! Are you just watching? Come down and help!!!"

When Onyxia was besieged by the seven-headed demon dragon, the angry black dragon roared, and then a blue light jumped into the battlefield like a flicker. Before the demon dragons could react, the terrifying Polar Storm exploded in the air with a shock of cold air, freezing their wings and bodies in an instant.

Onyxia was also frozen, but she didn't care at all.

He moved his body to break the ice, and then howled and screamed at the unbalanced dragons, tearing them with his claws, biting them with his teeth, and even launched the bone spurs on his body to turn the fleeing dragons into hedgehogs.

They can't run away.

Because there is a strange silver-blue dragon in the sky, flapping its wings and enforcing the air ban.

It has no resemblance to Blue Dragon. Its body curves are more slender and graceful. The most important thing is that its back, head, wings and even its claws and tail are covered with a layer of bright ice crystals made of Ice Armor.

Those ice crystals seemed to be activated and even formed mane-like spikes, causing terrifying low-temperature cold air to be emitted in all directions every time she flapped her wings.

That's not breath at all, but a passive effect similar to "Ice Aura".

Even in terms of the aesthetics of the magic dragons, this ice dragon can be called "beautiful", but the price of seeing the beauty is that they have no time to clean up the ice that is constantly freezing on their bodies, and they can't even take off. They can only withstand the frontal crushing blow of the terrifying black dragon like a madman on the ground.

The cooperation of the two dragons easily defeated the offensive of the demonic dragons. When the Lightforgeds also started to shoot into the sky with anti-aircraft tactics, the demonic dragons knew that it was time to leave.

Eranikus brought almost all the magic dragons under his direct control this time. At this time, there were at least nearly a hundred large and small magic dragons flying over Black Morass. This completely exceeded the scope of "private matters", so Diakum guessed well. This was indeed a frontal invasion of Azeroth by the Polluter faction.

But it's a pity that the dragons kicked the iron plate Lightforged Legion head-on.

The position composed of two thousand Lightforged is not easy to defeat. The opponent is also supported by starships like Exodar, which is extremely disadvantageous for the dragon.

"Go north! Go and join the demons! Let the destruction of the Burning Legion come to this miserable world!"

The roar of Eranikus resounded through the sky of Black Morass. On the hot battlefield where light was constantly radiating, Demon Dragon King roared:

"Our people have been freed, and what we want is in front of us. Let's fulfill our Pact of Corruption, Warrior of Emerald Dragonflight. Don't be afraid of death, that is only our way back.

Go ahead."

"Ouch!"

Lord Taerar, who was covered in blood with only half of his wings left, gave a sad response, and then the first one flew into the northern sky. The remaining dragons also evacuated the battlefield under the leadership of their respective Lords.

The areas they fly over are covered in large shadows, which will inevitably cause all kinds of chaos along the way, but all of this has nothing to do with Eranikus.

Nightmare Tyrant Even with all his tricks, he can't do anything to the Giant of Light in front of him.

Its breath of Fel will be purified by Holy Light. Its sharp claw strikes can cut through Lightforging's body but cannot harm Diakum. Its evil spirit Dream Coil can't shake Diakum's Cocoon of the Mind, but Diakum that has fully evolved can hit a Fel creature like it with a knife.

This battle fully illustrates how powerless ordinary demigods are when facing "Force Chosen", not to mention that this guy in front of him is being watched by two forces at the same time because of his unique path to the force.

After having his wings cut open by Diakum with a scorching light wheel, and then facing a set of devastating blows from Enemybreaker Swordsmanship, which almost completely tore his body apart, Eranikus's fate as Greater Demon has come to an end.

"Say it."

Diakum pressed the broken giant blade on the demon dragon's skull, and the majestic Giant of Light scolded:

"Leave your last words."

"If it's not Eternal Silence, how can you get your last words?"

Nightmare Tyrant let out a weak laugh and whimpered:

"Burn my Dragon Soul and give me a ride, Diakum. This is the ending I deserve. I have burned everything I can give in exchange for the purity of my beloved, so that the shackles of Titan can no longer bind her.

My Ysera will eventually fall asleep in the embrace of Star Soul Lord and enjoy endless sweet dreams.

You and I both know that we will meet again eventually.

Ah, death! Beautiful death, magnificent death, the dead gather in the abyss, they go upstream along Song of Souls, one day, they will visit the world of the living, I hope you are prepared."

"Do you have any misunderstandings about your destiny?"

Giant of Light, the incarnation of Diakum, stared at the dying Nightmare Tyrant. His light Dispersion seemed like the sunset, and then transformed into Devourer of Worlds wearing Entropy War Armor in the darkness. The blade in his hand was also replaced by Twilight Hammer who laughed wildly.

In Void Butterfly Wings wrapped in dim light, he shook his head and said:

"Because of the sins you committed against the Eredar clan, dragon, you don't want to go anywhere except Sinner's Cage who exists because of me in the Sea of Darkness tide! I don't know what Sarkir and Death Force promised you.

But sorry.

This is the farewell!

So, tell me, your last words to your daughter."