Dragon War

A brief clap of thunder disturbed Ohan's thoughts. She looked up and saw only a few wisps of cotton-like white clouds in the sky. The Orcs Warrior frowned. The weather was fine; there shouldn't be any thunder, and besides, such natural sounds shouldn't exist in Nagrand, or even the entire Outland.

A second later, an even more terrifying rumbling sound made Ohan tense up every muscle in his body.

At the same time, a smile appeared on her lips. The wait was finally over. She placed the Greatsword on her back beside her, ready to fight at any moment.

A huge shadow covered him.

A powerful force tore the earth apart like a tornado. Ohan ducked his head to prevent his hood from falling down.

"Rassuvios!" the Black Dragon Princess shouted through the strong wind.

Ohan tugged at the corner of his hood and looked up at the sky—he saw the black dragon. Its color wasn't entirely black; some parts were dark purple. But when the black dragon landed, it filled the space in front of him.

"Rassuvios?" Onyxia called again, her eyes darting around and noticing the person under the cloak.

Ohan stood up, grabbed the corner of the cloak on the right shoulder with one hand, and pulled hard to reveal his full appearance to welcome the "distinguished guest." He did this partly to avoid the cloak being damaged during the battle later.

Seeing that the person waiting for her was not Undead, Onyxia knew she had fallen into a trap. The dragon opened its mouth wide, extended its claws, and pounced on Ohan.

After a loud bang, Onyxia did not see the Orcs in the dust that rose up.

Was it smashed into mincemeat? No, there's no blood on the ground!

"You're Onyxia? Nefarian's sister?"

The voice came from behind her. The Black Dragon Princess twisted her body and awkwardly turned around.

"My master said you are the Black Dragon Princess, but unfortunately, you are about to become a prisoner."

"What an arrogant mortal!" Onyxia was furious and suddenly unleashed a dragon's breath at Ohan.

The entire Twilight Camp was engulfed in flames.

Ohan kept dodging, waiting for an opportunity to approach the black dragon. Of course, dragons have a stronger sense of perception than mortals and knew what she was going to do.

Flaws are always interconnected and can be exploited. Ohan recalled Nathanos's teachings. Since the black dragon had seen through her intentions, she might as well turn the tables. She rushed towards Onyxia at top speed. The black dragon snorted and raised its left claw, sweeping it horizontally with force.

Clearly, a dragon was a formidable foe. But Ohan nimbly dodged Onyxia's attack, leaping forward, gripping her greatsword tightly, and slashing at the point where Onyxia's wings met her body.

The Black Dragon Princess roared in pain, and she suddenly turned to the side, hurling her barbed tail at the female Orcs.

Ohan reacted quickly, using her weapon to block, but was still sent flying. The Orcs felt her hands were numb and her body was difficult to control. She spun in the air, taking the opportunity to throw her Greatsword to the ground behind her, grabbing the hilt as she landed. A long, conspicuous sword mark was left in the ground. Ohan gasped for breath, wiping a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth. She had underestimated the Black Dragon Princess's strength.

The black dragon was eyeing the Orcs; she wanted to kill her, but not so easily. Onyxia glanced around, struggling to flap her wings, but only one responded. The other was numb, burning with unbearable pain. The Orcs had wounded her wing; she couldn't fly, and had lost her greatest advantage. Now she was nothing but her massive body and deadly dragon breath. The wound on her wing would likely take months to heal.

She raised her head and hurled a stone next to her directly at the female Orcs's head.

She had already calculated the distance, but Ohan suddenly moved his position.

"Don't even think about getting close to me!" Onyxia breathed fire, but Ohan kept circling around her, forcing her to constantly change the direction of her attack. But with each movement, the pain in her wounds felt like ants tearing at her.

Ohan was also searching for Onyxia's weakness. Nathanos had once told her how to deal with Dragons. To defeat a dragon with a sword, two things were needed: first, attack its wings; second, attack its belly. The first step had been successful; Onyxia could no longer fly. The next step was the second: attack its belly. A dragon's body was covered in protective scales. Only its belly was unprotected. But which direction should she attack from? Ohan couldn't attempt to attack the black dragon from behind. She had already witnessed the power of its tail. Of course, a frontal attack was also out of the question; a direct confrontation with the black dragon's flames would be unwise.

If you choose the side, it's best to choose the side with the injured wing.

She did it.

The enormous dragon head immediately turned towards her. The dragon roared angrily.

With a sudden flap of her broad wings, Onyxia painfully turned around and pounced on Ohan.

The Orcs woman let out a battle cry, her knees buckling as she lunged forward. The dragon's shadow loomed over her. She saw the fins beneath the black dragon's neck, then its white skin.

It's over! She said to herself, for the sake of the Witherer!

The deafening roar made Ohan turn around and glance back.

Blood gushed from Onyxia's wound in her abdomen. A claw tried to act as a bandage to stop the bleeding, but the red liquid continued to drip from its fingertip. The Black Dragon Princess collapsed to the ground. The behemoth was enduring excruciating pain. If she were to die today, she would rather not die this slow, bleeding death; she would prefer a swift and painless end.

Ohan stopped, staring blankly at the scene. The dragon's breathing was heavy, each exhale a testament to her failing heart. Onyxia desperately tried to alleviate her pain, but she was neither Red Dragon nor a green dragon, and had no healing abilities. She began to convulse, feeling a growing, overwhelming weariness.

The Orcs looked at the sword in her hand, stained with blood and slime, and thought that the black dragon's intestines must have been severed in several places. However, Nathanos had given the order:

He wants this dragon alive!

Ohan picked up the black cloak she had thrown on the ground. It was a little dusty and torn, but still wearable and could cover her face without any problem.

Next came dealing with the dragon, for whom Ohan felt no sympathy whatsoever. She slowly walked to Onyxia's head... right in front of her, making sure the black dragon was no longer able to resist.

"Listen, if you want to survive, you'd better turn back into human form immediately. The gauze and hemostatic packs I brought won't be enough for a dragon."