Chapter 1891 Colorful Fish Noodles

Neltharion's words immediately made the hearts of the five guardian dragons at the top of Wyrmrest Temple beat violently.

Neltharion is so aggressive, but he still has a backup plan?

Even Alexstrasza couldn't help but glance at his brother Nozdormu, who was always expressionless, as if he wanted to read something from the face of this dragon king who never revealed the future direction and controlled time.

Who knew, even Nozdormu himself was horrified.

The course of fate must have changed dramatically.

An existence that can make even Neltharion regard it as a trump card, it will definitely be earth-shattering when it appears. Even Nozdormu himself couldn't figure out what other things could have this effect.

"Duke hasn't made a move yet!" Onyxia said with great certainty.

He seems to be a tough talker, but more importantly, he has a firm belief cultivated over a long period of time. Although the original foundation was nothing more than the relationship between a poor and easily abandoned mount and its owner, as the years passed, this trust became more and more unbreakable.

"Yes! Let's just focus on infusing the energy essence!" Alexstrasza shouted: "By the way, can we slightly increase the input power?"

"Try it!" The four dragon kings nodded in unison.

The fierce battle on the first floor of Wyrmrest Temple is still going on, but more dragons are turning their attention to the newly emerged maelstrom, because a long and distant roar that shakes the world announces the appearance of the new boss!

There was a pulse from the earth, which was the elemental power coming from the earth elemental realm.

In the sea area to the south of Dragon Bone Wilderness, the ancient beach that was once swallowed up by the maelstrom rose again. The surrounding seawater that originally flowed clockwise turned into turbulence, and greater elemental fluctuations came, and finally merged into the sea from A high stone platform rises from the sea floor like a throne.

It was a huge dragon corpse.

Just seeing the dragon corpse in the magic mirror, the leader of the coalition felt that he could not calm down.

Because the dragon corpse has five colors - red, blue, green, black, and bronze, which exactly correspond to the five-color dragon clan. Five dragon heads, five colors, spread all the way to the chest before being pieced together haphazardly.

"Ah!" Jaina screamed when she saw this scene on the retreating Bismarck. The next second, she shouted again, but this was a sound of surprise: "Duke, you are back!"

That's right, Duke, who had been hiding all this time, stepped out of the portal.

"Well, I'm back."

At this moment, most of the mages in the world knew about Duke's return. The connection between that extremely strong spiritual thought and the Demonic Network symbolizes the arrival of the Master of the Demonic Network.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work. His Majesty Windrunner and I have returned. Leave the rest to us." Duke announced this in the communication network of the Alliance and even the entire Wyrmrest Temple.

This was a reassurance, and it suddenly calmed down the somewhat shaken morale of the coalition forces.

"What the hell is that thing?" Jaina pointed at the colorful dragon corpse on the screen that looked like a salted fish.

Duke bared his teeth and wanted to tell the answer, but found something wrong and could only smile bitterly: "At least, I know that the black dragon head is Nefarian!"

At this time, there were more than a dozen magic mirrors around Duke, and the alliance bosses who were qualified to attend the throne meeting were all listening. Everyone felt a chill when hearing this answer.

Don't blame them, anyone who looks at other races across races will have face blindness if they don't have common sense. It seems that the black dragons all look similar. Who would have known that Neltharion himself turned into a death dragon, had his wife die twice and pretended to be a corpse twice, and had his eldest son be smashed to death and alive again?

Vashchi, who was directing the battle, shuddered, then one of his arms snapped his fingers, and a female Naga suddenly swam over next to him.

"The corpse of Wrathion last time... is ground into powder! Remember, grind it finely! Then give it to the dwarves in Ironforge to forge war hammers or something. I guess they like to produce a batch of standard Black Dragon Prince war hammers." Vashchi So ordered.

In the video footage brought by the optical telescope and the mage's eye, more energy poured into the five-color corpse that was now coming to life.

With every passing moment, everyone felt that the monster was becoming more powerful.

His other limbs began to twitch. The ugly heads reared up one after another. Like the tentacles of a giant sea creature, they moved up and down, looking around, opening their maws.

All ten eyes were open and identical in color, contrasting sharply with the rest of his body. Each pair of eyes flashed a dazzling purple.

It's alive, moving, and maybe even talking, but this colorful dragon is so broken that it's ugly. Bones are visible in some places. The scales have fallen off, exposing healthy and withered skin. Each head seemed to be missing something: an ear, a bleeding eye...

"Damn it, why do you think we are fighting the Lich King's Scourge?" Gavin Rad smiled bitterly. The old Buddha next to him, Tirion Fordring, slapped his old friend on the back of the head.

Well, Lich King is no longer a derogatory term.

On the beach, the colorful corpse dragon stood up and grinned all its mouths, making the same sound——

"I am Chromatus - the creation of the great dragon scientist Nefarian! The 'Twilight of the Dragon King' that ends all the glory of the dragon king! Bastards sitting on the supreme throne of Wyrmrest Temple! Prepare to accept your doomsday Yet?"

The twilight realm on every twilight dragon will resonate strangely with this sound, causing the sound to spread wider and further, and the sound will spread throughout the Dragon Bone Wilderness at once.

On the top floor of the temple, Alexstrasza and other dragon kings were trembling.

That came out of anger!

Of course they knew about the existence of colorful dragons - they were patchwork monsters, composed of fragments of the five major dragon clans.

After Duke captured the former Blackwing Lair, he sent a formal report to Alexstrasza in the name of the Alliance Commander.

The report said that these colorful dragons were all dead.

But it is obvious that this strange colorful dragon is a strange existence between the living and the dead.

Because Nefarian is definitely dead, but the blue dragon head next to him should be alive, Alexstrasza recognized him. That guy is Arygos, the son of the former Blue Dragon King Malygos.

On the other side, not to mention Alexstrasza, even Duke was dumbfounded after seeing the system prompt that the head of the blue dragon was Arygos!

As an old player and a time traveler, of course he couldn't miss the most important plot in the Cataclysm, the birth of two artifacts.

One of them is the artifact staff [Wrath of the Dragon, Tarecgosa's Soul-Residing Staff]!

As a player, Duke must have been extremely happy to get this artifact staff.

After time travel, Duke can no longer be like this, because the blue dragon girl Tarecgosa is still alive and kicking!

Without that Arygos, girl Terecosa would not have died!

That's the point!