A Clash Between Dragons

One by one, halos rose in the hands of the three, their colors representing the power each had contributed. The three halos merged into one, rapidly spreading from the hands of the Guardian Dragons to the Red Dragon's head, and then to its entire body. In just a few seconds, Krasus's massive form was bathed in magic.

Ysera and the other two stepped back. The red dragon blinked and stood up. "I feel refreshed!"

"You will need these powers," she said, then turned to the two who had come with her. "Now we are going to meet that fallen brother."

"Yes, it's time!" Nozdormu nodded in agreement.

They said no more to Rhonin and the Red Dragon, but turned to look at Deathwing in the distance. In unison, they spread their arms, and wings appeared behind them, expanding and lengthening. At the same time, their bodies widened and grew larger. Their clothing disappeared, replaced by scales. Their faces grew longer and longer, their angles becoming more pronounced, until finally all traces of human features transformed into the appearance of dragons.

The three giant dragons flew into the sky together, a spectacular sight that left even the mage speechless.

"Hopefully they can hold out," Calygros said. "But I'm afraid that won't be the case." He looked at the small figure beside him and asked, "What do you say, Rhonin? Are you willing to do as they tell you to?"

"Of course!" Rhonin glanced at Falstad. To his surprise, the Dwarf actually smiled...

Sylvanas glanced at the Orcs ahead, beginning to consider her and Nathanos's survival. Even if they succeeded in seizing the artifact from Ner'zhul, what use would it be? How would they use it?

"Ready..."

"The human beside me suddenly spoke. "The Elf remembered him saying something like, "We need to find the right opportunity," and now it seemed that the opportunity had arrived.

Before Sylvanas could respond, Nathanos burst out from his hiding place.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

It was indeed strange to suddenly see a human on a battlefield previously inhabited only by Dwarf and Orcs, but who would notice? On a battlefield, there were only allies and enemies. Nathanos tried to avoid colliding with the others. He stepped onto a rock and leaped onto a wooden cart. The Orcs charioteer looked up at that moment, only to stare dumbfounded at the suddenly appearing human.

Nathanos killed him with an arrow before he could speak, and shouted in the direction of the Orcs commander, "Ner'zhul!"

"Human! You're still alive?" His brow furrowed, his face grim. "Fine, then you'll die soon!"

He raised his hand and pointed it at Nathanos.

A hand made of flames flew towards the human, attempting to engulf him. Nathanos leaped backward. The fiery hand struck the cart, also affecting an Orcs Warrior who was about to decapitate a Dwarf. The Orcs let out a brief scream before collapsing into a ball of fire.

"These petty tricks won't protect you at all!" Ner'zhul muttered. "Human, whatever my fate may be today, at least you're doomed!"

Ner'zhul slowly approached on his mount. The flames in his hands were ready to be unleashed, awaiting Nathanos's appearance. When he was only a few meters from his target, a small clod of mud flew onto the Orcs's face amidst the clanging of weapons. Ner'zhul cursed and vigorously wiped it off, struggling to open his eyes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nathanos leaped into the air, charging at the Orcs and kicking him to the ground. The Demon Soul also slipped from Ner'zhul's grasp.

"I'll kill you, you scum!" The Orcs stood up, only to find Nathanos had already picked up the artifact that had once belonged to him. "Die!"

His fingers gradually formed a dark purple light, like lightning, ready to finish off Nathanos.

Suddenly, a winged figure swept across Ner'zhul. At the same moment, the Orcs's attention shifted upwards, a deep, excruciating pain shot through his hand as he cast the spell, and something fell in front of Orcs. He crashed heavily to the ground, bounced in the opposite direction, and the power in his hand vanished.

"Alleria?" He stared at the beautiful face before him, both surprised and delighted.

"And Sylvanas." The Female Elf jumped down from the Dragonhawk. Nathanos then noticed that the person she was referring to was not far to his left.

"I saw you suddenly burst out from behind the trees from the sky, and I also saw your battle with that Orcs." Alleria's expression was indescribable. "You're incredibly bold. And you, Sylvanas, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

This problem can certainly be explained, but not now. Alleria and Sylvanas understood each other's thoughts with just a glance.

"Hurry!" the Ranger urged. "We have to get out of here quickly!"

"Watch out!"

Just as a giant axe was about to cleave her in two, Nathanos pushed Alleria away in time. A battle axe narrowly missed hitting her.

"Where is it?" Ner'zhul the Skullcrusher roared. "Where did you hide the Demon Soul?"

Nathanos cursed inwardly for asking a question he already knew the answer to. The artifact was, of course, in his possession, and Ner'zhul's eyes had also seen it in his hand.

This only provoked the old Orcs. He approached menacingly, completely unaware that he was no match for the three of them.

"Ner'zhul ..." A thunderous voice shattered their confrontation. "You killed my children! It was you!"

The Orcs tilted its head back slightly.

A massive shadow loomed over him. A gust of hot wind swept over the bodies of both human and Elf. He heard only the scream of Ner'zhul Skullcrusher...

Although some of her scales were loose and her wings were clumsily folded, Alexstrasza, the Queen of Dragons, was still a powerful visual spectacle. When she raised her head to the sky and let out a vibrant roar, the surrounding mountains seemed shorter in comparison. As for Ner'zhul, he was probably flattened.

Alexstrasza lowered her head to look at the mortal before her. A complex expression appeared in her eyes when she saw Nathanos.

"Humans and Elf, it is you who have finally enabled me to avenge my children, and for this you deserve my utmost gratitude. However, there are others who need my help now, even though I am very weak."

She turned her gaze to the sky. Nathanos followed her gaze and saw three more dragons seemingly entangled with Deathwing.

Three against one, but they still couldn't do anything to him.

"Your Majesty!" Krasus descended from the sky with Rhonin in front of Alexstrasza. Falstad, meanwhile, was in the air helping the Dwarf below.

"I thought you were dead then," Alexstrasza whispered to Krasus. "I was saddened by your passing..."

Krasus showed a hint of guilt. "I had to run... just to preserve the only chance to rescue you."

She nodded. "You were right." She lowered her tail, intertwining it with Krasus's. "I will go with them to fight Deathwing. Now that the Demon Soul is no longer under the Orcs' control, go and tell all the other members of our race, especially those who are still enslaved, so that he may gain his freedom through rebellion."

"Yes, sir, I am your servant," Krasus replied, bowing his head. "From this day forward, and forever."

Alexstrasza was already trying to flap her wings, preparing to leave. She stopped and replied, "Because of the Demon Soul, our power has been reduced by more than half! Only Deathwing remains unaffected! If only that artifact could be used against him, or if we could reclaim its power, but that's impossible! So we can only do our best." At that moment, a roar that shook the earth echoed from above. "I must go! Forgive me for leaving you all here!"

After saying this, the Queen of Dragons ascended into the air, her tail seemingly swaying casually, sweeping away the surrounding Orcs without touching a single Dwarf Warrior. Krasus also departed at the same time.

"There's something we can do, isn't there?" Rhonin stared at the Demon Soul in Nathanos's hand. The others did too.

"She just explained the solution: if this thing doesn't work on Deathwing, then return its power to them."...

At this moment, Deathwing let out a deafening roar for the third time.

"How foolish! You actually dare to stop me?" he scoffed. "Ysera ..." he greeted her curtly. "And Nozdormu, and my good friend Malygos ..."

"Your madness must be stopped, brother," the green dragon said calmly.

"I have never been your brother, Ysera. Open your eyes and face reality. No one can stop me now!" he said, clutching a cart full of Dragon Egg.

"You want to create an era where you yourself are the dictator, don't you?"

"Dictatorship? Era? How laughable!" Deathwing roared. "Without life, everything will be destroyed! That's what I'm doing. You'd better go back to sleep before the Twilight Judgment arrives. And you, Nozdormu! Have you finally pulled your head out of the sand?"

"Your death is nigh!" roared the golden dragon, its jewel-like eyes radiating a dazzling light.

Deathwing scoffed. "And you, Malygos? Don't you have anything to say to your old friend?"

In response, the blue dragon opened its massive jaws. A stream of ice shot out, precisely sweeping across Deathwing's body. However, the ice particles instantly vaporized upon contact with the terrifying dragon.

They used all their strength, all their remaining strength, against him, but Deathwing effortlessly neutralized it all. No matter how hard they attacked, the cruel reality remained unchanged—having sacrificed their power to the Demon Soul years ago, these Guardian Dragons were as weak as newborn infants compared to Deathwing.

Nozdormu unleashed the Sands of Time upon him, attempting to temporarily steal Deathwing's vitality. Deathwing felt weakened, his bones stiffened, and his mind became sluggish. However, before these effects could cause permanent damage, the chaotic power within the dragon suddenly surged, evaporating the Sands of Time and breaking the Time Lord's magic.

The attack from Malygos was far more direct. Enraged, the mad dragon's power nearly rivaled that of Deathwing. Piles of icy ice shot towards Malygos's enemies from all directions. However, the enchanted plate armor embedded in the black dragonhide shielded Deathwing from almost all the fierce storm, allowing him to easily withstand the few attacks that passed through.

However, of the three, the enemy Deathwing truly cared about was Ysera. Initially, the Dream Queen stayed behind, seemingly unconcerned about her companions' futile efforts. But after a while, Deathwing felt a sense of satisfaction, a satisfaction that quickly made him distracted. By the time he realized he was falling into a daydream, it was almost too late.

"The dream is beautiful! But a dream always ends when you wake up!" he mocked, flapping his broad wings before launching a counterattack. A massive sphere of pure energy appeared between his forepaws, which he then hurled at his enemies.

The sphere exploded immediately upon reaching its designated location, sending Ysera and the other two dragons tumbling backward.

Deathwing roared contemptuously, "Use all your power! Though the outcome will not change."

"Neltharion, don't underestimate us, your adversaries from the past..."

A crimson shadow, Deathwing never imagined he would see again, entered his field of vision, surprising even him. "Alexstrasza... your time has passed."

The Red Dragon did not answer. She spread her wings and revealed her claws. Despite the torture she had endured during her imprisonment, she showed no signs of weakness. "But today is your end."