Chapter 1750 Fission of the Earth (Part 1)

Gifts from the ancient gods are never good ones.

An ancient god who is a monster in his own right has no sense of beauty at all.

In the War of the Ancients, the elegant and beautiful Highborne elves in the eyes of mortals all turned into hateful Nagas.

As soon as Neltharion's soul was injected into this new body, he felt the terrifying pain that pierced the deepest part of his soul.

"Roar--"

The claws that already belonged to it burst open the hard dragon skin on the dragon claws. The scales on the skin were almost broken into pieces. After the scales were removed, in the hole full of rotten flesh, new biological tissue was being resurrected by N'Zoth's evil magic.

However, don't expect anything step-by-step.

What was regenerated in the hole was not dragon scales, but a lot of tiny eyeballs, small dragon claws, arms, and even wings...

"Ouch!" Neltharion could feel that his vision was splitting into countless parts.

These are not the compound eyes of a fly, but the vision of eyes that pop out from all corners of the body in a haphazard manner, all put together in a haphazard manner.

That feeling drove him completely crazy.

He tried to open his limbs and vent his pain with destruction and destruction, but was shocked to find that Nefarian's limbs were all tightly locked by huge unknown metal shackles.

Countless illusory tentacles rolled down and pressed down, making every limb of his body unable to move.

At this time, dozens of giant chainsaws powered by Twilight Cultists arrived.

This kind of chainsaw powered by unknown magic is cruelly cutting his brand new limbs so that his body can maintain the appearance of a giant dragon.

"Hehe! Haha! Jie Jie Jie Jie!" This time it was not just N'Zoth. In the trance, it seemed that the remaining divine thoughts of other ancient gods joined in the sneer.

Maybe it was N'Zoth, or Yogg-Saron, or Y'Shaarj.

Their bodies may have completely perished, but as a former true god, the remnants of their will still echo in every corner of Azeroth.

The Old Gods began to gather their power, pouring it all into Neltharion's new body.

N'Zoth smiled: "Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it resentment? Is it anger? Then vent it to your heart's content. It doesn't matter, this is also a kind of power. We are doing a small experiment that can allow you to have true god-level destruction Power. And the higher your negative emotions are, the more destructive you will be to the planet Azeroth."

"Is that so? That's really... wonderful!" Neltharion roared crazily.

His violent roar even began to spread throughout Deep Rock Continent due to some mysterious method.

The violent shaking began!

That is no longer a problem of a single earth elemental plane.

That strong vibration crossed the plane barrier again and again, directly affecting the planet Azeroth.

In the southern sea area of ​​​​the Endless Sea, the wind and sunshine were originally beautiful, and the sea breeze was gentle.

The next second, a huge tremor was transmitted from the deep sea, easily setting off huge waves.

"Rumble, rumble—"

At first, not many people noticed this scene. It was not until the 100-meter green giant waves approaching the shore pushed forward with a momentum that lasted for days that the guards of the lighthouse on the shore discovered this scene.

"Oh my God! Is the world going to end?"

The huge goblin statue that once stood thirty meters outside Booty Bay was as small as a baby in front of this apocalyptic wave.

At this moment, Neltharion's voice actually crossed the space barrier between the Earth Elemental Realm and Azeroth, echoing throughout the entire sky.

Those were the words he shouted a few minutes ago, and now they began to echo over the entire world in the form of echoes.

"Pain!"

"suffering--"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

"The world trembles at my torment!"

If another being said such curse words, he would definitely be regarded as a lunatic.

However, he is not anyone else!

He is Deathwing Neltharion - the former guardian dragon of the earth and now the world-destroying death dragon.

Following his words, suddenly, a huge fiery crack tore through the entire Barrens area.

The blazing lava is like a violent lava dragon a hundred stories high charging on the ground. The earth is torn apart from bottom to top, and every inch of the explosion must be accompanied by an explosion of magma.

Nothing can stop the destruction of the wrath of heaven and earth. Mountains of all sizes shattered and exploded under the ravages of this fire dragon. A huge orc town that blocked its path and stretched for several kilometers was bulldozed like a bulldozer. Most of it.

Neltharion’s world-destroying phantom sound continues——

"The miserable kingdom crumbles in my wrath!"

A strong wind comparable to a Category 12 storm suddenly blew, and the goblin airship that was preparing to land in the sky above Orgrimmar spun involuntarily and crashed on the spot.

The exploding wood and flowing fuel caused secondary disasters.

At that moment, every tribesman in Orgrimmar felt that the world was overturned, and everyone lost their footing and fell to the ground.

There were screams in the chaos of war.

Anyone who could see the scenery outside watched in despair as a gray tornado headed towards them.

The scene looked very much like a foolish captain on a fishing boat, ordering his small sampan to rush into the tsunami and face the storm.

Under the dual effects of earthquakes and storms, huge wooden houses with more than two floors collapsed and shattered under the strangulation of double elemental disasters.

Countless Orgrimmar soldiers and civilians were involved in it. When the last standing building in the horizon was dismantled into parts by the earthquake and storm, the gate of hell was almost in sight.

There were scenes of chaos everywhere.

The extremely brave orcs fled from the ruins of the building like ants escaping from the flood.

Every beam and column made a terrible creaking and screaming sound. This scene was simply the end of the world.

They abandoned the city they had been proud of for the past eleven years and fled in all directions.

Standing on the high ground of the Valley of Wisdom, Thrall stood blankly watching this scene. When a huge wooden stake bounced towards him, he even forgot to dodge.

It was Varok who helped him blow away the log.

In the ancient temple of Deep Rock, the Twilight believers began to use their own methods to transform Neltharion's new dragon body under the orders of N'Zoth.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dragon-headed iron stakes like siege cones hit Neltharion hard. In order to inlay pieces of extremely hard mysterious metal blocks into his ever-growing dragon body.

Suppressing his growth is also solidifying his body.