With Onyxia's barrier broken, the nauseating stench of sulfur came rushing out of the dragon's lair.
"That nauseating sulfur stench. This is the place." Saragoss was all too familiar with that smell.
Saragoss took the lead, and the others filed in behind him. Sensing the barrier shatter, the Dragonkin inside the lair came running to investigate and immediately spotted the intruders before them.
But before these powerful opponents, the Dragonkin were utterly feeble. Before the Blue Dragons or Demon Hunters even acted, Patrick unleashed multiple Diffusing Riftwaves, cutting every enemy in half at the waist.
Faced with formidable enemies, the Black Dragonkin found themselves severed in two before they could even react. They struggled on the ground for a while, then fell silent.
The Dragonkin and whelps in the lair were no match for the group, who advanced practically unhindered. Only after passing a terrace did they find the interior opening up before them. In the center of the hall, an enormous Black Dragon was dozing.
Cracks marked the ground, along with a faint red glow, as though the lava had not completely cooled. Pungent fumes still billowed from the Black Dragon's nostrils.
At the sight of the arrivals, Onyxia abruptly raised her head. "Blue Dragons?" Onyxia had not cared that someone had broken into her lair. She had never given the residents of Dustwallow Marsh a second thought, but she had not expected her visitors this time to be Blue Dragons.
As a dragon herself, Onyxia recognized at first glance that Saragoss and Halreen would be difficult to handle. Both were ancient dragons who had lived for who knew how many years, and strength was, to some extent, proportional to age.
Then there were the two somewhat nonchalant Demon Hunters behind them. The auras they occasionally let slip also