"What I become has nothing to do with you!" Prince Tortheldrin roared angrily, opened his two bloody mouths and bit the Nightmare monster that was approaching him into pieces. He stamped his two thick front legs on the ground, knocking away the rest of the Nightmare monsters and Satyr, and rushed straight towards Xavius.
Xavius laughed strangely, grew bigger again, and fought with Prince Tortheldrin.
Prince Tortheldrin seems to have just become like this, and the control of his body seems a bit unsmooth. When he used to crush enemies who were inferior to him, he could easily crush them, but after facing Xavius, this unaccustomed feeling gradually made him fall behind.
However, Xavius becomes more and more courageous as he fights. His body is not here. At this moment, he is just fighting Prince Tortheldrin with the body of Satyr. He can exert more strength than See how much of this Satyr can withstand his strength. As this body becomes more accustomed to the power of Nightmare, the combat effectiveness that Xavius can exert becomes stronger and stronger.
As Kaldorei Empire's top executives, Xavius and Prince Tortheldrin are no strangers to each other. One is a high-ranking councilor deeply trusted by the queen, and the other is the lord of a city appointed by Azshara. Their strength is also ranked high among the Kaldorei Empire, who is very developed in Arcane's ways.
But ten thousand years have passed, and their experiences have been different. Xavius first received the power of Sargeras and became the first Satyr. Then he died once during the War of the Ancients period and became Emerald Dream. Later, he received the blessing of Old Gods and became what he is today.
Prince Tortheldrin continued to study the power of Fel during these ten thousand years, and finally merged himself with the terrifying demon, thus gaining even more powerful power.
Now the two of them are no longer the Highborne they once were, but have become terrifying monsters. When the two fight together, Prince Tortheldrin, who only knew that he was studying behind closed doors, is clearly at a disadvantage. Although Xavius has also been dormant for ten thousand years,, but this self-proclaimed Nightmare Lord is more familiar with his own power, but Prince Tortheldrin is unable to exert his power. In addition, Immol'thar's soul is still resisting, and Prince Tortheldrin only feels that he is getting worse.
Just when Prince Tortheldrin felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, he suddenly saw a rock giant appearing behind Xavius. The war hammer in the giant's hand was even bigger than Xavius's head. The huge war hammer hit Xavius hard on the back, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
"Asshole, you came to hinder my good deeds again!" Xavius roared, but his anger could not reverse the situation broken by Aaron. Aaron and Prince Tortheldrin united against him, Xavius tried to mobilize more power to deal with the two, but it was too late. In the end, Aaron saw the opportunity and knocked him to the ground. The hammer poured a lot of Holy Light power into Xavius's body, leaving Nightmare Lord unable to move.
"You are stronger than you were ten thousand years ago, old friend." Prince Tortheldrin stepped hard on Xavius's body and said to Aaron at the same time.
"Old friend?" Aaron glanced at Prince Tortheldrin and thought to himself, how come this person even knows him? Considering the various changes in Shen'dralar Ancients, Aaron came up with a guess: Warlock appeared among Shen'dralar Ancients, and Prince Tortheldrin turned into a demon... Could all these things be related to him?
"I'm sorry for letting you see me like this." Prince Tortheldrin let go of Satyr, who was already motionless, and nodded slightly to Aaron, with a hint of melancholy in his tone.
Just when Aaron wanted to ask Prince Tortheldrin what he had done, he suddenly heard a voice that shouldn't have appeared:
"Hahahahaha, you don't think you can kill me like this, do you?"
Hearing the voice of Xavius come again, Aaron hurriedly looked at the body of Satyr on the ground. The body that was exploded by Aaron and Prince Tortheldrin was lying on the ground well.
"Xavius, get out of my body!" At this moment, Prince Tortheldrin suddenly let out a roar, and at the same time, one of his heads tilted to the side and bit the other head.
"What's going on?" Aaron looked at Prince Tortheldrin with two heads fighting each other in surprise, and noticed that there were some black and red patterns on the surface of one of the heads, and this pattern had a tendency to gradually spread to other parts of the body.
"Prince Tortheldrin, I'm afraid you just took control of this body, right?" Xavius said while controlling his corroded head to fight Prince Tortheldrin: "Now, this body belongs to me, and I want to thank you for giving me such a powerful body!"
Xavius originally wanted to borrow Satyr's body, but Immol'thar's body is obviously more powerful. Xavius, who has been a wandering soul of Emerald Dream for ten thousand years, doesn't really mind what his body looks like in reality, as long as it's easy to use, that's enough.
Although this body gives Xavius a feeling of malnutrition - having been sucked by Shen'dralar Ancients for ten thousand years, Immol'thar is no longer what it was before, but Xavius doesn't mind this kind of thing. I think if I use this body to fight the giant dragon that protects Dream Tree, I won't lose, right?
"Don't even think about it!" Prince Tortheldrin roared, but what Xavius said was right. He hurriedly accelerated his plan when he saw that his tribe could not withstand Satyr's attack, but he could barely control Immol'thar It's just his body. Now he not only has to suppress Immol'thar's soul, but also resist the erosion of Xavius. Even though he is furious in his heart, he still has no way to do anything to Xavius. He can only sit back and watch as he gradually loses control over other parts of his body.
Seeing that this body would belong to Xavius if things continued like this, Prince Tortheldrin let out a long sigh and turned to look at Aaron: "Sorry, old friend, I couldn't hold on until the end."
After saying this, Prince Tortheldrin exited the Avatar state and slapped the somewhat weak Aaron away fiercely. His body quickly and unnaturally expanded. This mountain-like body became bloated, and then became like a balloon about to burst.
"No, Prince Tortheldrin, you lunatic!" Xavius quickly withdrew the power he had projected into Immol'thar's body. Although the explosion of this body would not damage his roots, these powers would most likely be lost forever. He invested a lot of effort in fighting for Immol'thar's body, and Xavius did not want to suffer this loss in vain.
"It's too late! Xavius, die with me!"
These were the last words Prince Tortheldrin said before the explosion.
What followed was a horrific explosion.