Third-Person Perspective

When he emerged from the treasury, he was met with a despairing sight. The monster army that had stormed into the city—the dragonkin legion—had indeed been slaughtered to the last. Waiting for him were thousands of adventurers, hundreds upon hundreds of city guards, a legion of magic swordsmen, a battlemage corps, and piles of heroes.

Antonidas (Archmage of Dalaran)

Daelin Proudmoore (Grand Admiral)

Kel'Thuzad (Archmage of Dalaran)

Kael'thas (Grand Elementalist)

Airdin Sunbreaker (Grand Magister)

Caponia (Grand Astrologer)

Phoenix Dance Proud (Grand Elementalist)

Hidden Moon with the Wind (Grand Arcanist)

Rampaging Gandalf (Battlemage)

Voldemort Himself (Shadow Warlock)...

Quite a few of them were obviously players, but Mo Fei did not underestimate their combat strength because of that.

At the sight of the Black Dragon, the scene first fell silent. Then the heroes began putting on their own performances.

Antonidas (Archmage of Dalaran): "Evil Black Dragon, today is your end! My magic will tear you to pieces!"

Daelin Proudmoore (Grand Admiral): "Die, Death Shadow. Not even your legion can save you."

Airdin Sunbreaker (Grand Magister): "For the innocent people of Dalaran who died unjustly, we shall judge you here!"

Phoenix Dance Proud (Grand Elementalist): "Black Dragon, submit to me. This is your only way out."

Hidden Moon with the Wind (Grand Arcanist): "There's no need to talk chivalry with this kind of evil monster. Everyone, get him!"

The players, already immersed in the epic atmosphere of the scene, immediately shot Hidden Moon with the Wind hostile looks.

Hidden Moon with the Wind (Grand Arcanist): "Ahem, what I mean is, for justice and glory, let us fight side by side! Die, evil Black Dragon Lord!"

Looking at the overwhelming enemy lineup, Mo Fei simply gave up. There was definitely nothing he could do now. He could only place his hopes on Murphys.

What made him anxious, however, was that Murphys did not move at all and merely stood there.

Damn it, bro, take over already! He did not even dare speak aloud now and could only think it, unsure whether the other party could receive it.

Whatever he thought, the battle had already begun.

The mage heroes were the first to attack, opening with all sorts of powerful ultimate moves and hero skills.

First, a Greater Disintegration Spell weakened the dragon scale armor on his body.

Then a Gravity Barrier made his body heavy and difficult to move.

Another Arcane Torrent heavily wounded his chest.

Then an Empowered Pyroblast blasted his flesh black and charred, sending dragon scales flying everywhere...

So many heroes attacking at once, including quite a few hero skills—just the first wave had dealt Murphys severe damage.

But that was not all. Hundreds of adventurers fired arrows and hurled magic. That was only because the terrain was too cramped; over a thousand more people behind them could not squeeze forward.

Even with the full boost to the final boss's attributes and health from the epic story campaign, bringing his health to more than five hundred thousand, his health bar still plummeted under such a ferocious assault.

Was this the end? Mo Fei wondered. He suddenly found his viewpoint slowly turning upward toward the sky. Countless Black Dragons circled above the city, breathing fire. That was his legion. As long as he returned to them, he would be safe. They were so close, almost within reach, yet everything felt so far away—the enormous protective barrier had already covered the skies over Dalaran, and the Black Dragons' flames could not fall through.

And those cowardly Black Dragon Lords clearly did not dare lead their dragons down to fight Dalaran's fully mobilized army.

Was he really going to die?

A wave of sorrow and despair suddenly rose in his heart. Mo Fei immediately felt something was wrong. He had just obtained a huge pile of treasures and was definitely going to strike it rich. Even if he could not get that ten million, it was no big deal. Why would he feel despair?

It was Murphys!

That emotion grew stronger and stronger, filling his heart. His body suddenly moved on its own. It was slow at first, but soon began moving with ease.

Murphys?

Murphys (Ancient Black Dragon): "Shut up. Don't do anything!"

The next second, Mo Fei found his viewpoint being pushed upward. It had directly changed into a third-person view, like a moving camera attached to the Black Dragon.

It was the first time he had ever seen such a viewpoint in a fully immersive virtual game. For the first time, he was able to personally and directly witness the Ancient Black Dragon's enormous, majestic body.

At that moment, the Black Dragon was surrounded by the glow of countless spells. Yet rather than showing any sign of decline, it roared and beat its wings, rising into the air.

Murphys (Ancient Black Dragon): "Lowly ants, insignificant mortals, gather as you please! Use all your strength to attack me! Display your ridiculous magic and arcane arts! Before the power of an Ancient Dragon, you have no chance of victory! I will destroy your city, crush your warriors, and let chaos and destruction spread from this day forth! No one can stop me!"

Ancient Dragonflame!

Blazing white flames swept across the battlefield.

The archmages hurriedly activated all kinds of defensive magic to protect the nearby allies. However, many adventurers had rushed ahead of the heroes just to pad their damage. They instantly turned to ash in the flames, killed before damage numbers could even appear.

Mo Fei watched in shock. Since when had his dragon breath dealt such absurd damage?

The power of that attack frightened many adventurers into desperately shoving their way backward, while the adventurers behind them were still rushing forward.

"Holy shit, what kind of ridiculous damage is that?"

"Fall back! Get behind the heroes!"

"Stop pushing! Stop pushing!"

"Damn it, don't interrupt my casting!"

The adventurers' chaotic movements also affected the main heroes. Despite their formidable magic, they could do nothing to these adventurers who were also their allies. That brief chaos gave Mo Fei hope.

Murphys did not hesitate in the slightest. With a fierce beat of his wings, he shot toward the sky.

Yet before he had flown even a few dozen meters, a Red Dragon suddenly came flying from somewhere. It was hardly any smaller than Murphys. It blasted dragon breath onto his back, then vanished again as though it had never appeared.

However, the effect of that breath did not disappear. Murphys crashed heavily to the ground, crushing an inn and two shops. The surrounding adventurers immediately swarmed over, hundreds rushing around the Black Dragon and hacking at him frantically.

Besieged by countless enemies, the Black Dragon struggled desperately, like a bird being drowned by ants.

Murphys (Ancient Black Dragon): "Die, ants! Die, little insects! I will crush every last one of you!"

With every roar, the Black Dragon swung his claws and flailed his wings with all his strength. Groups of adventurers were sent flying, only for more groups to rush up. By now, the Black Dragon was covered in wounds and had lost nearly half his health. The adventurers swarmed toward him like flies and mosquitoes drawn by the scent of blood.

They all wanted a share of the spoils from this rare world boss. Even touching a dragon scale or obtaining a drop of dragon blood would be immensely valuable.

Hurricane Wings!

His wings whipped up a gale. With a great whoosh, the adventurers scattered through the air like fallen leaves in the wind. The area around the Black Dragon was instantly cleared, and he beat his wings to rise again. However, those heroes had already caught up.

Meteor Spell! A massive meteor more than ten meters in diameter appeared out of nowhere in the sky, carrying blazing flames and the violent flare of air friction as it smashed straight toward the Black Dragon.

Boom! The Black Dragon crashed down once more. He fell miserably into a field of ruins and struggled to crawl out. The instant his head emerged, he was met with a barrage of concentrated magic.

The Black Dragon raised his left wing in front of himself. The Greater Disintegration Spell mainly affected his front half, while the dragon scales on his wings remained largely intact.

But that clearly would not hold for long.

Murphys (Ancient Black Dragon): "In the name of Murphys, let this world return to that age of darkness! Let darkness descend upon this world once more!"

Dragon language magic—Dark Descent!

A patch of darkness suddenly appeared above Dalaran, which had originally been illuminated by lighting magic. It rapidly spread, instantly covering everything around it like the deepest night, blocking everyone's vision.

Mo Fei was startled. Damn, this guy can still use this move? This skill was indeed in the talent tree, but I never unlocked it at all.