Chapter 614 The Death of Neltharion (2000 Monthly Pass)

Duke, who watched this scene in the eyes of magic, raised his forehead, and this group of teasing giant dragons were still dazed by hatred. If he hadn't had to vent the anger in his heart before he was willing to attack, Neltharion would have mastered the 'laying corpse swordsmanship' long ago.

Although it makes sense for the villain to die because of talking too much, but from another perspective, we must also understand that when their hatred, which is deeper than the sea and wider than the sky, is finally successfully vented, no one would be willing to kill the opponent immediately.

It is because the hatred is not deep enough.

If you have been thinking about revenge every moment of every day for ten thousand years, you will definitely be crazier than Malygos, and you will be even more reluctant to kill Neltharion immediately.

Back then when Neltharion betrayed, Malygos dragged the entire blue dragon army up to fight desperately. As a result, his wife was killed, and a large number of dragon sons and grandchildren were all wiped out.

No one can bear this kind of thing.

Even if Alexstrasza wanted to act quickly, Malygos would probably stop him.

Well, the one behind finally made a move.

N'Zoth, the four ancient gods of Azeroth.

Of course he didn't do it himself, but judging from the reaction of the four dragon kings, it should be Xavius, the king of nightmares who took the lead in seducing Queen Azshara's high-level elves 10,000 years ago.

Only he can erode the Emerald Dream controlled by Ysera, and transform it into the so-called 'Emerald Nightmare' in a short period of time.

Just when Xavius ​​made a move through the Emerald Nightmare, directly affecting the three giant guardian dragons and eroding Ysera's Emerald Dream, Neltharion, who was lying at the bottom of the lake like a paralyzed corpse, suddenly moved.

Like a spring that has been compressed to the extreme, it rebounded violently.

A thick black lightning flashed from the bottom of the lake, and shot into the sky with a bang, it seemed that it was going straight to the southern sky.

"No—" Malygos uttered the most horrific roar.

Useless!

A new wave of nightmares has struck again.

Even if Xavius ​​didn't know where to hide and release this move, the power of the nightmare is actually quite limited. According to the abilities of several guardian dragons, at most one more wave of nightmare hallucinations will fail. Up to ten seconds before and after.

But at this juncture, the most critical ten seconds is really too fatal.

Deathwing was enough to make the remaining blood run away without a trace.

Can you find such a good opportunity to deal with him next time?

Duke couldn't imagine.

However, Duke is not reconciled!

The four guardian dragons are too wasteful, right? Young master, I have worked hard and used all the time-traveling cheats to arrange such a perfect situation. You can't kill Nelthario. How can you let me continue to cooperate with you with confidence in the future?

Unwilling!

do not want to!

Not angry!

But so what?

Full of aggrieved, silting up in Duke's heart. Alleria noticed with pain that Duke's fingernails had dug deep into the armrest of the sofa.

She knew that, despite Duke's appearance of going into the show mode as soon as he planned it, in fact, Duke cared more about Deathwing's life and death than anyone else.

She could clearly feel Duke's slight fear of Neltharion in his heart.

Indeed, what about the one-fifth platinum disc for warning? Deathwing's ten thousand-year-old reputation is not just blown out. In case Nelthario turns into a human form to attack Duke again, who can guarantee that the four dragon kings will provide timely support at the critical moment.

Even if Duke can be kept, what about Duke's relatives and friends? What about Duke territory? What about the people?

Everything in the world, in front of this fierce and unparalleled evil ancient dragon, is simply a sand castle that can be pushed down.

Seriously, Duke wants Neltharion dead more than anyone else.

Alleria really didn't want to see Duke, who was pretending to be relaxed, end up immersed in pain and fear.

But what about a mere mortal? This is not a field where ordinary people can intervene!

At this moment, Duke suddenly noticed that there was a small black dot above Neltharion's advancing airspace.

It was a griffin.

Above the griffin, there is a man in golden armor.

With the golden scripture held in his left hand, he did an action that had been repeated thousands of times—praying.

His armor was very different from that of Lordaeron knights and knights of any country on the continent. Its right shoulder plate is a huge golden flying wing, and the right arm under the shoulder plate carries an extremely heavy war hammer.

The griffin he was riding neighed disapprovingly, complaining that he was too heavy.

He finished his prayer and smiled at the Griffin: "Big guy, after I go down, go back by yourself. I should be dead."

No anxiety about the fear of death.

Only the incomparable piety of faith.

Accompanied by his farewell words, the Griffin seemed to sense the determination of the temporary owner, and hissed in a low voice, as if wanting him to dismiss this bad idea.

But he ignored it.

The bright golden holy light covered the entire set of heavy white gold-edged armor from top to bottom, and soon, no matter whether the armor was originally white, blue or other colors, all began to emit golden light.

He suddenly disappeared from the back of the griffin.

Fall down!

His hammer, his armor, and his light all merged into one shining golden comet.

The direction the comet was heading was actually right on Neltharion's escape route. If there is no accident, the two rays of light, one black and one gold, will meet in mid-air after three seconds.

No matter how seriously injured he was, Neltharion still had enough agility to avoid this paladin who jumped from the sky to die.

But Neltharion refused to dodge.

That's right! The four dragon kings can hunt down me, Deathwing, but you, a tiny human, dare to stop me, the true overlord of the sky! ?

Neltharion didn't dodge or dodge, just opened his mouth like this, and bit it.

The walls of Lordaeron collapsed. At least 100,000 people in the city witnessed this scene, and almost everyone called out the name of the hero of the alliance.

"Uther!!"

This great paladin once again showed the world his unparalleled courage.

Not everyone has the courage to jump from a thousand meters!

Not everyone has the courage to face Deathwing head-on!

Not everyone has the courage to die generously!

He dared, because his name was Uther!

Without any suspense, the holy light, which is extremely bright in the eyes of humans, was blown away by Neltharion.

However, he won two seconds.

Two precious seconds.

But not enough!

Alleria was horrified to find that the person she loved the most had disappeared from her side.

No one knows why Duke can teleport behind Uther in an instant.

Anyway, under the gazes of the entire city, a huge fist made of arcane energy suddenly appeared, and with an incomparably gorgeous right uppercut, it hit the black dragon's ugly face along the blind spot of Neltharion's vision.

"Nesarion—I! Go! You! Grandpa!"

Neltharion was dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, the four giant guardian dragons pounced on him again.

This time, no one can save Nelthario...