Yu Lin Bloodhawk guided his gryphon mount off to one side alone. He kept his distance from Sylvanas without joining his six Gryphon Rider Bodyguards. From afar, he looked like a pitiful, abandoned loner, drawing no attention at all.
Once the black dragon drew near, Sylvanas, radiant with starlight, caught its attention as expected. It approached swiftly, but stopped just as swiftly. With her artifact-tier bow in hand and powerful arcane energy gathering around her, Sylvanas posed a deadly threat it could feel all too keenly.
Seeing the enormous black dragon hesitate before Sylvanas, Yu Lin Bloodhawk immediately became certain that it could not be that monstrous freak, Deathwing the Neltharion. He let out a long sigh of relief inwardly.
What Yu Lin Bloodhawk had feared most was encountering that absurdly powerful boss, Deathwing the Neltharion. If it really had been Deathwing, whether he and Sylvanas could stop him would have been the least of their concerns. Even the entire Long-Distance Voyage Fleet probably could not have accomplished much against him.
Who was Deathwing the Neltharion? He was a terrifying being capable of destroying the entire world, of reshaping its lands and oceans.
No single race could stand against him. The great bosses and heroes of all Azeroth's major races would have to join forces to beat him!
All they had now was a Long-Distance Voyage Fleet consisting of six warships and one supply ship. Forget beating Deathwing the Neltharion-with strength like theirs, he could probably capsize every ship in the fleet simply by spreading his enormous wings and making a low pass overhead, stirring up massive waves. They would not even qualify as a morsel stuck between his teeth.
But if this enormous black dragon was not Deathwing the Neltharion, who could it be? It certainly was not some