"What do you want to do?" Although the wings on the backs of Dreadlord can help them fly, their speed is far inferior to that of the dragons. The two Dreadlords were forced by the dragons and had to fall back to the ground.
Several giant dragons had no intention of answering this question. After surrounding these two guys who looked like villains at first glance, they looked at Aaron who had instructed them to do this before, "Aaron, are these two Scourge?"
Before they arrived, Aaron and his party saw something unusual here. A group of rotting corpses on the ground were staggering and busy doing something, while two guys with bat wings on their backs were rising into the sky.
Aaron put his target on these two Dreadlord at that time. Those Undead must be under the control of Ner'zhul, and he couldn't ask anything even if he thought about it. These two guys who wanted to leave in a hurry should be a good target for questioning.
It's Dreadlord's cunning nature that makes Aaron afraid of it. In addition, these things are simply unbeatable. Unless they go to Argus to overthrow their hometown, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get useful information from them through threats.
"Of course not, how could Dreadlord be Ner'zhul's subordinate?" Aaron said, looking at the two demons with flickering eyes, "Can you understand Common? You should understand, right?"
"You... what do you want to do?" Balnazzar and Varimathras looked at each other, and Balnazzar said.
Aaron thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Don't you two say your names first? Tichondrius? Mal'Ganis?"
"You..." Balnazzar looked at Aaron with fear, wondering how Aaron knew these two names, "I am Balnazzar."
It is strange to say that although Dreadlord have always liked to play tricks or disguise themselves as well-known figures of the target race to cause destruction, they never refuse to tell others their names. For example, Mal'Ganis told Arthas his name openly when he was Stratholme, and now Balnazzar has no intention of hiding his name.
Aaron didn't wait for Varimathras to report his name, and immediately looked at Varimathras and said, "He is Balnazzar, then you must be Detheroc."
Varimathras snorted dissatisfied and said in a low voice, "I am Varimathras."
"Hey, did you guess wrong?"
"Asshole, what do you mean?" Varimathras roared. He felt a kind of contempt from the heart from Aaron's tone just now. Varimathras can bet his own dignity as Dreadlord, and his feeling is absolutely right.
Aaron waved his hand and said, "Nothing, I don't mean anything, don't be too sensitive."
"Asshole!" Varimathras clenched his hands, and Fel's green light flashed faintly on them, looking like he was about to take action in anger.
Balnazzar stopped Varimathras's movements and stared at Aaron with his slender eyes, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"I just want to ask what are you doing here?" Aaron didn't expect these two guys to give the answers they wanted. In fact, Aaron had already talked to the dragon before catching up with these two guys. They discussed it and decided that they would be responsible for attracting Dreadlord's attention, while the dragons secretly prepared spells. As soon as they sent out a signal, they would semi-crimp the two Dreadlord before making follow-up plans.
"We..." Balnazzar seemed to be very cooperative one second, but his expression changed immediately the next second, and he said viciously, "Varimathras, do it!"
As he spoke, Balnazzar's hand quickly bloomed with a blasphemous green light, turning into a ray of light and shrouding Aaron. At the same time, the wings behind his back spread out, and he was about to take off and escape.
On the other side, Varimathras raised his head and let out a horrifying roar. The green light in his hand turned into a giant green magic circle in the air. The magic circle shone brightly, and a huge boulder wrapped with green flames appeared from it and smashed hard at Aaron.
The two Dreadlord cooperated tacitly. Aaron was about to be hit by Finger of Death and Infernal. With a flash of golden light on his body, he turned into a layer of golden eggshell and enveloped himself, and he was able to eat the sudden killing moves of the two Dreadlord.
After landing, Infernal turned into a giant puppet, waving the burning fist of Fel Fire and hitting Aaron. Aaron could only concentrate on dealing with this big guy first.
As for the two Dreadlord, let's leave it to the giant dragons to deal with. After all, there are three adult dragons plus a young dragon that is about to become an adult. Thinking about it, even if they can't win, they won't lose.
"Holy Light?!" Dreadlord looked at the light on Aaron in surprise and thought of an old rival of the Burning Legion: Army of the Light.
Just when they were about to continue casting spells, the attacks of several giant dragons were already brewing. Several powerful dragon breaths were sprayed from multiple directions at the two Dreadlord in the air. Caught off guard, Varimathras fell to the ground with a howl, and Balnazzar took the opportunity to quickly rise into the air. He said, "I'm going to call someone," and hurriedly flew to Icecrown Citadel in the southwest.
"Aaron, do you want to chase me?"
"Forget it, that's their lair over there, so they might encounter some kind of ambush." Aaron is facing Infernal's attacks from Fel Fire, who are surrounded by Infernal. "Come and help."
"I'll do it." Chromie volunteered to take off and fly above the Infernal puppet. He opened his mouth and let out a dragon's breath. The area covered by the dragon's breath of the Infernal puppet quickly turned into sand. In the blink of an eye, half of its body turned into sand and scattered on the ground. Aaron took the opportunity to dismantle the remaining parts.
"Okay, Varimathras, now we can have a good chat." Aaron approached Varimathras, who was controlled by several giant dragons using magic together, "Why did you remember to come here to dig up Sindragosa's body?"
Varimathras didn't know who Sindragosa was, but from Aaron's words, he could understand what Aaron was talking about. He couldn't help but glance at the direction of Undead's work and said, "How do I know? Do you have the ability to ask Ner'zhul?"
"You are quite tough, then I will..." Aaron was about to hit Varimathras with his war hammer, but suddenly he felt a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
In order to resist this sense of horror that came from nowhere, Aaron put on the armor that had not appeared for a long time, neatly put on the armor, held the warhammer and shield in his hands, and then began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.
Not far away, I saw that Undead, who were still busy, had gathered together at some unknown time, and they were surging towards this side like a tide.