Duke Jorach's hatred for Farad needs no words, especially since slaying an ancient black dragon is itself a symbol of honor, not to mention that such a black dragon is made entirely of legendary materials, which can be used to craft a series of epic and even legendary items.
The number of Elder Dragons is limited; it's unknown whether there are even thirty to fifty Elder Dragons still alive in the entire Azeroth.
For example, apart from the Blue Dragonflight Aspect of the Blue Malygos, there are no other ancient blue dragons. The number of Bronze Dragons is already small, and there are only a few ancient green dragons. The number of ancient red dragons may be slightly larger.
There were only a handful of ancient black dragons: Onyxia, Nefarian, and a few others—you could count them on one hand.
In recent years, there have been almost no legends of ancient dragons falling, so today's dragon-slaying feat will surely shake the world!
How could Duke Jorach possibly let go of such an ancient black dragon, a treasure trove from head to toe?
He glanced at Jiang Jie, even having the thought of killing Jiang Jie, because Nicholas had made great contributions, Farad should definitely get a share.
However, this idea only the Night Blade through his mind for a moment before Duke Jorach rejected it.
Not to mention that Jiang Jie's strength was formidable enough, he had no confidence in capturing Jiang Jie. Even if he could kill Jiang Jie, nothing stays hidden forever. Once this matter got out, Ravenholdt Manor would surely face the wrath of Lordaeron, something he couldn't bear.
More importantly, slaying a dragon is no easy task, and Jiang Jie's help will likely be needed.
Jiang Jie smiled gently at Duke Jorach, and said calmly, "Your Grace, rest assured, I will act when the time is right!"
Upon hearing Jiang Jie's words, Duke Jorach was relieved, and then...
"Do it!"
No nonsense. Thieves are the least talkative profession in the world, unless talking helps them kill their enemies.
Arcane Missiles bombarded the area, daggers and short swords blocked the way, and griffins formed a second line of defense. Elven rangers' arrows carried the aura of Arcane, and Troll warlords roared in fury.
" Jorach! You old bastard! I should have killed you long ago!"
Faced with such a powerful lineup, Farad had no illusions. His human form simply couldn't withstand an attack of this level, so he immediately reverted to his dragon form.
The black dragon, over thirty meters long, crashed into several ancient trees, knocking them down. Farad twisted his body and swept his tail fiercely, sending the Troll warrior flying. Two griffins, unable to dodge in time, were also sent flying, crashing into a giant tree twenty meters away before falling to the ground, struggling violently, clearly beyond saving.
A griffin that was already in front of Farad was caught in his Farad and chewed up and swallowed with a crisp "crunch, crunch" sound.
Immediately afterwards, Farad opened his massive maw and unleashed a fiery breath that enveloped the great thief before him.
The master thief was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, a Cloak of Shadows protected his body, and he vanished in Sprint, avoiding the attack. However, he definitely suffered some fire and shadow damage; the dragon's breath was not something easily withstood.
The power of the ancient black dragon is on full display!
In just a few seconds, nearly half of the griffins were killed or wounded, the Troll general was slightly injured, and a great thief was also slightly injured. Such strength is terrifying!
However, none of the people standing here know what "fear" is.
A barrage of Arcane Missiles struck Farad's head. The Archmage's magical power made these condensed missiles extremely powerful, forming Arcane bombs that blasted open several dragon scales.
The High Elf elf ranger made several attacks, striking the area that had lost its dragon scale protection with several enchanted arrows, which then exploded with a bang—another type of Explosive Shot.
The Night Elf Beastmaster's wooden longbow was over a meter tall, wild and unrestrained. He fired wooden arrows coated with chimera poison. The Night Elf's archery skills were equally astonishing, accurately hitting the area. The chimera poison seeped into his flesh, causing minor damage to Farad.
Chimera toxin, one of the most dangerous toxins in the world.
It can affect dragons! The Troll warrior will rise from the ground.
Although he coughed up blood and even broke a rib, the Troll's regenerative ability was terrifying. It possessed a unique " Regeneration " ability and could even Regeneration limbs in a short time. Breaking a rib was nothing to it; it healed in no time after being reattached, and then it grabbed its battle axe and charged forward.
The Troll was the same size and strength as the Night Elf. After going berserk, its strength and speed increased by at least 30%, making it almost on par with Jiang Jie. It jumped onto Farad's back and its battle axe rained down, striking the same spot every time!
His battle axe was clearly no ordinary weapon. With a few swift swings, he managed to cut off a dragon scale, then pierced the scale, inflicting a slight injury on Farad —more painful than a mosquito bite.
The most terrifying thing was a phantom.
Duke Jorach is less than 1.8 meters tall, roughly the average height of a human male in this world. Although he is old and not as strong as he used to be, he is the fastest and most experienced in the arena. He moves silently, and even Jiang Jie almost didn't notice his movements. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Farad's head, and then, with one hand, he grabbed the dragon scale and climbed up to Farad's head. The seemingly ordinary dagger pierced Farad's left eye in the blink of an eye!
"Roar!"
Farad was furious!
He suddenly shook his head, Duke Jorach, gripping the dragon scale with one hand, used the force to fly sideways, landing steadily on a large tree before launching his second attack.
This most powerful thief in the human world has rarely taken action in recent years, and he no longer has the habit of applying poison to his daggers.
Thieves prefer weapons like daggers and short swords, which are extremely effective at slitting throats and piercing hearts of humanoid creatures, but are less effective against creatures of the dragon's caliber.
Even if Farad lay still and let Duke Jorach strike him a hundred times, how much damage could Duke Jorach possibly inflict if the blows were to his back or tail?
If we were to apply this to humans, it probably wouldn't be any more serious than a few wasp stings!
Therefore, the experienced Duke Jorach chose the only place that could inflict significant damage on Farad, which was also the only place without the protection of dragon scales and hide, his greatest weakness:
Eye.
The attack was effective on the first strike.
That's not all!
The next moment, the enraged Farad focused all his attention on the Duke, but overlooked someone who had not yet made a move.
A phoenix soared in the sky, with Jiang Jie on its back drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, which struck Farad in the second eye.
In the violent explosion, Farad was left blind!