Chapter 1209 The Strange Nefarian

Nefarian's Blackwing Lair, [Nefarian's Doom]'s Blackwing Blood Circle.

Although these two combinations seem to be just a little bit different, the difference between them is simply a world of difference. In the game, one is a level 60 copy and the other is a level 85 copy.

Duke's average equipment is at the level of Mount Hyjal, which is really not even entry-level.

If Nefarian really transformed into [Nefarian's Doomsday], which was supposed to come out ten years later in history, then there would be no need to fight, just surrender.

Duke's hands were trembling, and a lot of data poured down on his retinas. The system's warning sound kept beeping, and red warning words were everywhere.

"Warning! An unknown protective shield appears on the humanoid Nefarian. It is estimated that there is an 82.21% chance that he will be immune to the power of [Dragon's Wrath]."

"Warning! Warning! [Nefarian's Doom] is 88.11% consistent with the level 85 boss in the host's memory. If it is really the boss, the chance of the host group being destroyed is 99.99%. The host is strongly recommended to avoid it. At least leave its domain. , in order to strive for the chance of resurrection.”

Duke, who gasped and turned blue, knew he couldn't retreat.

At this moment, Duke’s mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts——

This is not a game.

If the group is destroyed, the essence of the alliance will be destroyed at once, not to mention that there are still three women here!

You can resurrect yourself, but what about them?

calm down! Duke! calm down!

How could such a situation occur?

Needless to say, Nefarian's sudden strength was all the fault of N'Zoth. The question is, would N'zoth be so easy to die that he could upgrade Nefarian for free?

This is not a 10% or 20% upgrade.

It's a direct triple jump, and your strength will double in one breath!

Could it be that during the great cataclysm in history, several ancient gods originally bet on Neltharion, but now that Neltharion has been killed, they are now betting on Nefarian?

That shouldn’t be now!

According to history, the imprisoned ancient god C'Thun would be unable to hold himself back and would be the first to jump out to commit suicide. As the first ancient god to go into battle shirtless, C'Thun's performance was remarkable. However, it was precisely because of C'Thun's failure that N'Zoth and other ancient gods bet on Neltharion, the death wing. The big cataclysm.

Duke smelled a strong smell of conspiracy!

But the best actor is the best actor. On the surface, Duke looked cold and arrogant. He stretched out his right hand and pointed directly at the humanoid black dragon: "Huh? Nefarian, do you really take yourself seriously? Don't forget! How did your father die! Your sister is still riding under my crotch!"

Well, Duke is reasonable and this pretense is convincing.

Even Nefarian believed Duke and still didn't notice the difference in his strengthening at this time. Little did he know that the fingers Duke stretched out were two fingers.

The pupils of Duke's comrades next to him suddenly shrank.

Pointing your finger at the enemy is a signal agreed before entering the Black Wing Lair: if you only raise one finger, you can directly attack him without any discussion, and you can do whatever you want; if you point your index and middle fingers together, it will be a big deal. It means that Duke estimates that the opponent's strength is far greater than his own, and he needs to use his ultimate move to delay...

Unconsciously, everyone clenched their weapons.

Nefarian suddenly became interested. If he was still the same as before, he would probably feel guilty now. But now...

He decided to play a trick on this human being who had brought continuous disasters and failures to the Black Dragon clan.

He hated the four-color dragons of Wyrmrest Temple headed by Alexstrasza, and he also hated Duke Marcus, who played a disgraceful but extremely important role in the two ambushes.

Catch Duke directly and force Duke to call his sister, so as not to give Duke too much advantage.

"Haha! Hahahaha! Interesting! I'll let you taste it, what is despair!" Nefarian slapped the armrest of the throne, and suddenly, a huge iron gate on the door where Duke and the others came crashed down, and they died. Death blocked their retreat.

What a situation of closing the door and letting the dogs out!

As Duke expected, from the suddenly opened doors on the left and right, a large number of dragon beasts suddenly burst out of the darkness with teeth and claws. There are only two colors red and blue.

Duke's eyes immediately narrowed into a thin line.

"Leave it to me!" Duke's words stopped everyone who was preparing to meet him.

"Hmph!" Duke snorted coldly, and the magic circuit in his body was working to the extreme in an instant.

It's been a while since I've seen Duke attack like this in a storm. Even when beating Ragnaros, Duke only concentrated his magic power and poured out firepower in stages.

There were 256 mage hands on both sides, setting off a magical storm that seemed to split the world in half.

The left is ice, the right is fire!

The thick ice edges of human arms easily pierced the bodies of the red dragon beasts, sending them flying completely, cutting off their limbs in mid-air, and solidifying their bodies and splashing flesh before they even fell. Half empty.

The fireball the size of a water tank easily blew away the blue dragon beast's body, turning them into charcoal. It exploded in the air before it even took a few steps, and its charred limbs dissipated in the wind.

No matter how much you pay, how many will die!

Duke's chin was raised slightly, with contempt on his face. He hooked his finger at Nefarian: "Come down! Otherwise, let us wait for you for a year and a half, so that you can come up with more new toys before you end." it is also fine."

"Crack!" With a sound, Nefarian lost his composure and easily crushed the golden armrests on both sides of his throne, and stood up suddenly.

"Duke Marcus! You will regret provoking me!"

Under the gaze of all the powerful men, Nefarian's humanoid body began to grow rapidly. From a two-meter-tall human, he suddenly transformed into a terrifying dragon with a body length of over fifty meters.

Everything was as expected. It was originally about fighting the Black Dragon King...

etc! This color! ?

"Boss, are you sure he is Onyxia's brother?" Gavin Rad asked in a low voice.

Duke's pupils suddenly narrowed.

The scene in front of him made Duke feel extremely weird.

If it is the original Nefarian, then he is undoubtedly a standard black dragon - black scales, white-yellow horns, orange-red lines between the scales, and a string of yellow barbs along the spine on his back.

In the eyes of everyone now, Nefarian's overall color is slightly weird. Not only does his scales appear purple, but he also has a faint breath of death. He feels a bit like an undead, but also a bit different, because the breath exhaled from his mouth still feels... To the fishy smell of life.

What exactly is going on! ?

At this moment, new data came from Duke's retinal system...

I've been working very hard on plot arrangements recently... I'm currently turning white hair.