Chapter 1208 Lord of the Black Winged Blood Ring

After taking a rest, Duke and his party advanced rapidly in the Black Wing Lair.

A brainless blackwing goblin technician?

Killed with one blow from the Balrog's Hammer.

The tall dragon beast rushed over with two swords?

First use [Ashbringer] to cut off its legs, and then use the Balrog's Hammer to kill it with a hammer.

A swarm of black baby dragons flying in?

The wind sword directly activated special effects, causing a tornado and pulling all the young dragons to the ground. Finally, the gangsters swarmed up...well, a lot of dragon scales and skins.

The further he advanced, the more uneasy Duke became.

It's so abnormal.

If it were another enemy, Duke might even wonder if he was hiding under the bed in the deepest part of his lair, shivering.

That's Nefarian, the chuunibyou science nerd. In Duke's imagination, after knowing the existence of [Dragon's Wrath], Nefarian should launch a frenzied attack on the ten of them at all costs to buy time.

Nefarian made no additional arrangements, and all the defenses overlapped with the Black Wing Lair that Duke had seen countless times.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Duke did not rush forward at high speed, but instead slowed down his advance.

Until the place where Chromaggus, the seventh old man, should have been...

"Gone!?"

"The door gods are three natural things, and time is added to the fire." This sentence, which was regarded as a nightmare legend among players back then, describes the disgusting situation here.

The natural type dragon beast, coupled with the extremely disgusting [Time Lapse] skill of the Old Seven Dogs, still left a deep impression on Duke. Even though the Immortal Regiment has been defeated ten times and eight times, it is embarrassing to say that it has conquered the Black Wing Lair.

Now that the most disgusting boss in the entire Blackwing Lair, except for Nefarian and the little red dragon, has disappeared for no reason, it is impossible not to arouse Duke's vigilance.

"Haha! It's probably that boastful black dragon that's afraid of us dragon slayers!" Kane patted his chest and laughed.

His laughter resonated with everyone.

Powerful prey is always a man's most boastful feat. Not to mention the two chiefs of the tribe and Magni, even a paladin like Gavin Rad, who should theoretically remain humble, couldn't help but chop off a dragon head and stuff it into a space bag to take back.

There was an atmosphere of overconfidence in the team. Duke was keenly aware of this and tried to dissuade everyone, but all he got was words of 'be careful'.

Kane walked in front carelessly carrying the totem pole, and Grom tied his [Blood Roar] behind him with a strap. As a defender, Gavin Rad carried the wind sword and whistled a little frivolously. Follow without delay.

[Wrath of the Dragon] is too restrained to the black dragon clan.

It was so big that the heroes lost their vigilance.

"If it were in an animation, this would be to set up a flag of death!" Duke said something that no one else could understand.

When Duke and his party crossed the area where Chromaggus was originally located and found that the scenery in front of them had changed, Duke's expression suddenly changed.

Originally, the style of Black Wing Lair was relatively bright, but the lower level, which was relatively dim, was filled with torches. After passing this area, the surrounding scenery suddenly turned into a scarlet color.

Under other circumstances, Duke might have thought that Nefarian had a sudden brain twitch and wanted to change the decoration to change his mood.

But is now the time to renovate?

And this is not a decoration at all, the smell of death is so strong that it almost turns into substance, rushing towards the face.

Even walking on the floor and looking at the blood-red background, everyone can clearly feel the traces of Nefarian's terrifying will coming from it.

All the strong men immediately put away their careless expressions, and their faces were full of solemnity.

Magni's loud voice first sounded: "Hey! Duke! Is this guy really Nefarian? Didn't you say before that this guy is not too different from Onyxia's level? Why do you feel that big brother She’s several levels better than my sister!”

The team moved forward in a relatively tight formation. The top floor of the Blackstone Tower, which was supposed to be reached soon, now had a blood corridor.

On both sides of the twenty-meter-wide steel corridor were pools of blood that exuded a disgusting smell. Above the blood pool are various monster specimens.

They were sealed in huge transparent glass vessels. Some had already lost their lives, while others were beating in vain against the magic-reinforced walls, wailing in despair.

There are some that Duke recognizes, such as the giant magma worms that should come from the Molten Core.

Some of them were completely unrecognizable as monsters.

Some are like the human body and the draconian being forcibly sewn together. They are stitched monsters similar to the abominations of the Scourge. The only difference from the abominations is that they are still living creatures.

Duke's hand was suddenly held by a delicate little hand that was shaking a little - it was Kalia.

This Queen of Lordaeron, who was once nurtured as a flower in the greenhouse until she was eighteen years old, and who has been wandering around for another ten years, and has only recently truly embarked on the road to face powerful enemies, now seems as if all her combat experience has been washed away, and she is now She turned into that weak woman who couldn't fight a chicken.

Indeed, such disgusting things are a bit beyond the psychological limit of a woman.

Duke could only pat Kalia's hand gently and comfort her.

"Duke..."

Duke knew what Kalia wanted to ask: "The matter is a bit beyond my imagination. Brothers, it is impossible to turn back and retreat. He has discovered us. Prepare to fight with your life!"

After half an hour's journey, which was not long at all, Duke and his party soon arrived at a sealed blood palace the size of two football fields.

Group after group of plasma gurgled down from the walls on both sides of the hall, flowing into blood troughs that seemed to have been made in advance on both sides of the hall.

Was that caused by Nefarian's power? Or is it the blood he accumulated from killing many creatures for scientific research?

No one knows.

Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the man sitting on the Blood Throne.

"Haha! I thought you had lost the courage to come here?" The man with a beard held his chin and said words that seemed provocative but were actually plain.

Duke stood out from the crowd and raised his head to face the mysterious man's eyes: "Should I call you Victor Nefarios? Or Nefarian?"

The man smiled: "The name I took when I turned into a human form is just a code name. I still hope you can call me Nefarian - the real King of the Black Dragon [Nefarian of the Doomsday]!"

Duke's heartbeat almost stopped at this moment.

Although Duke had already had a premonition after seeing the scene before, who knew that after receiving confirmation from the other party, the shock would still set off a storm in Duke's heart.

Duke just wants to say - I bought a watch last year! ——

I recommend a book called "Throne of Soldiers" by my friend Chang Feng.