A Sword Strike That Split the Sky

When they were still more than a hundred meters above the ground, one after another they spread their wings and, using the airflow to their advantage, swept across the market area, while frantically spewing out dragon breath towards the ground, releasing all their dragon breath in one breath, and then immediately began to ascend.

One after another, the dragons rained down like raindrops. Because the market area was densely built and crowded, they hardly needed to aim. They didn't have any specific targets anyway; they were just randomly causing destruction.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Violent explosions rang out one after another, flames engulfed the streets, lightning streaked through the crowds, and frost froze people into ice sculptures. It was a scene of utter devastation. In just one round of aerial attacks, at least a hundred civilians were killed and dozens of buildings were destroyed.

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "Hahaha, that was awesome! Now you know how powerful our World-Destroying Dragon Clan is!" While flapping its wings and hovering in the air, Deathwing let out a dragon roar.

A young white dragon approached from the side.

Yinfeng (World-Destroying White Dragon): "Boss, I still don't understand why we don't just bombard Stormwind City Palace? Wouldn't that give us more reputation?"

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "What do you know? There are far more players in the market area than in Stormwind City." Besides, Stormwind City has court mages and the Royal Gryphon Knights. Going there is just asking for death.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence. After all, he was World-Destroying Dragon Clan. It would be too embarrassing to tell his subordinates that he had been frightened by a group of Gryphon Rider.

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "Gain altitude, regroup, and launch the second wave of attack!" It swooped down once more.

After the third wave of attacks ended, the entire market area was mostly destroyed, littered with corpses, a truly horrific sight.

At this moment, the garrison of Stormwind City finally reacted. From the towers of the Storm Knights in the distance, Gryphon Rider began to take off, forming formations in the air and approaching the airspace where the World-Destroying Dragon Clan were located.

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "That's enough, prepare to retreat!"

Yinfeng (World-Destroying White Dragon): "Boss, aren't we going to fight them?"

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "What's the point of fighting? We're not here to pick a fight. We're Dragon Clan, you idiots! We need to make full use of our mobility advantage! All Dragon Clan, retreat with me!"

With that, he turned and flew towards the outer sea of Stormwind City, where people were waiting to meet them.

These Dragon Clan were quite obedient, but more than anything, they were afraid of dying. After all, leveling up Dragon Clan was not easy, and reaching the elite mini-boss template was much harder than getting to the level of an ordinary monster. So, if they could run, they would run.

However, to their surprise, there was a mage among those Gryphon Rider.

"Hmph, trying to run away? Not so easy!" The mage leading the group sneered, casting a 'Mass Haste' spell on everyone. The Gryphon Rider's speed increased significantly, and before the Dragon Clan could even fly out of Stormwind City's walls, they had already caught up. From a distance, the Gryphon Rider hurled their magical warhammers at the Dragon Clan.

These magical warhammers were all enchanted, possessing tracking capabilities. Like homing missiles, they fired in unison, and the two young dragons lagging behind were caught off guard, spinning and plummeting to the ground in a daze.

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "Damn it, they actually caught up! If we can't escape, let's fight! All units, take note! Form pairs and prepare for battle! Yinfeng, you'll be my wingman!"

It is said that the twenty-two dragons simultaneously split off to the left and right, circled around halfway, and surrounded the Gryphon Rider from both sides.

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "All units, fire freely!"

The dragon's breath and the light of the magic warhammer flashed back and forth, instantly clashing together.

Strictly speaking, a single Gryphon Rider cannot defeat Dragon Clan, but the problem is that there are twice as many Gryphon Rider as Dragon Clan. Moreover, and most importantly, they are quite good at coordinated combat, are very good at volley fire, and their magic warhammers can track attacks. Often, a single round of concentrated fire can take down a young dragon, and two or three rounds can take down an adult dragon.

In contrast, the dragons of the World-Destroying Dragon Clan were not so accustomed to large-scale aerial combat. They used to fight alone and had never experienced such large-scale aerial battles even after joining the organization. Once caught in the melee, they immediately lost their composure, spewing dragon breath indiscriminately and biting anyone in sight, completely without any strategy.

Less than five minutes into the battle, the World-Destroying Dragon Clan was already in complete disarray.

A blue dragon. "Damn it, I've been bitten! Someone help me!"

Jinlong: "Climb, quickly climb higher!"

A green dragon. "There are enemies on your left flank! Prepare your dragon breath! Ah, I've been hit!"

With a single dragon attack, Deathwing forced a Gryphon Rider back, finally giving him time to observe the battle. What he saw shocked him: of his twenty-odd dragons, eleven or twelve had already been defeated, with only a few still struggling. The two wind-attribute white dragons, relying on their speed, had fled without a word.

Those Gryphon Rider were exceptionally agile, far surpassing the clumsy dragons. In close-quarters dogfights, the dragons would often find themselves outnumbered.

Deathwing (World-Destroying Divine Dragon): "Damn it, I'm done fighting you dogfights! Everyone ascend! Everyone ascend!"

He roared, the unique roar of the dragon language echoing in all directions. Then, without caring whether the other dragons heard him or not, he began to climb vertically into the sky. The other Dragon Clan followed, and the whole group of the Dragon Clan rushed into the sky, flying higher and higher. The griffins were clearly not able to keep up with his climbing ability.

But at that moment, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the sky, and a floating warship slowly flew out from the clouds, blocking the way above the World-Destroying Dragon Clan.

King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City sneered from his flying warship. "Hmph, do you really think Stormwind City is a pushover? They're always causing trouble. Luckily, I wisely recalled the Skybreaker from the front lines in advance, and it comes in handy today."

"Holy crap, there are even flying warships! I think this is a fantasy game!" Deathwing was startled by the sight before him. He realized that he had unknowingly been cornered by the enemy.

Varian Wrynn (King of Stormwind City): "Fire! Shoot all those flying lizards down!"

Dwarf Gunner: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

On the Galleon, a bearded dwarf roared at the dwarf gunners, "Attention everyone! Fire hard! A barrel of Thunderbrew Lager for every dragon you shoot down!"

Instantly, the sound of cannons deafened the heavens, and the garrisoned mages fired balls of fire and lightning at the dragons that were climbing, leaving them no chance to dodge. They fell to the ground like dumplings.

"No! This is all I have!" Deathwing stared in horror. In the half month since the formation of the World-Destroying Dragon Clan, he had painstakingly recruited a few hundred Dragon Clan players, and then selected a group of elites from these Dragon Clan to make a show of force in Stormwind City. He never expected to suffer such a defeat on his first appearance. Now he was completely finished.

I reckon someone'll post a video tonight; he even came up with a title. "The World-Destroying Dragon Clan Attempts to Destroy the World but Gets Destroyed Instead."

No, this is absolutely not my end. My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens! I, the World-Destroying Divine Dragon, will fight you all to the death!

He flapped his wings forcefully, dodging two oncoming cannonballs, and then withstood a Pyroblast and a Lightning Bolt, soaring into the sky above the Skybreaker, his gaze quickly sweeping across the deck—

(Varian Wrynn! Alright, you're the one!) Deathwing swooped down toward the deck of the Skybreaker, opening its blood-red maw to bite the burly figure.

A gasp of surprise rang out from all around.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

"Protect the King!"

"Your Majesty, get out of the way!"

But Varian Wrynn didn't dodge. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced. With the Shalamayne in his left hand and the Shalla'tor in his right, he leaped into the air, merging the two swords into one, and fiercely slashed towards the dragon's head!

With a soft thud, the sword pierced into the dragon's mouth, passing through its jaws and reaching its brain.

In real life, this would probably be a one-hit kill, but thankfully it's just a game.

System notification: You have been hit, you have received Critical Strike (4x damage), you have taken 19527 damage, and you are now unconscious.

The Deathwing felt a sharp pain and fainted, plummeting towards the ground.

Is this the best illustration of "if you don't court death, you won't die"? Xiao Yu thought to himself as he watched the battle in the sky and the dragons falling one after another. "Hey, that dark shadow seems to be falling this way."