Chapter 760 12. "Old Friends" Meet

Poor Ysera is miserable right now.

In the collision of the two huge forces just now, even though Neltharion restrained his own strength, the remaining ones still caused terrible damage to Ysera's body. This 150-meter-long behemoth fell from a high altitude to the ground , smashed an unimaginably huge crack on the ground of Dragonblight, and its area would not be smaller than Stormwind City... It fully demonstrated the terrifying destructive power of these legendary creatures.

And now judging from the distorted posture of the Green Dragon Queen who fell to the ground, her tailbone and three claws have been fractured, and this is just the most insignificant injury on her body. On the snow field hundreds of meters away from the pit, there was a torn-off wing of Ysera. The dark green dragon blood covered this wild snowfield three times. The battle between the two dragon kings made everyone on this land Life fled in haste.

Tyrion turned his head and glanced at Ysera, who was lying in the fel magma. The green dragon queen had fallen into a coma due to serious injuries, but the power from the dream was still repairing her body bit by bit. After all, this is the real guardian who received the power of the titan tens of thousands of years ago. Although she was beaten so badly by Neltharion, it may take a few days for her injury to fully recover.

Of course, the healing of the torn wings may take longer... But Ysera was defeated so easily, it does not mean that Ysera is not strong enough, this one-sided battle can only be said that Ysera chose Wrong opponent, and the battlefield is not yet in her home field, the Emerald Dreamland. If it was there, Neltharion would definitely not win so easily.

However, the battle between Neltharion and Ysera is over, and the rest of the time will be handed over to two old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.

Maybe, they'll want to... talk heart to heart?

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"I just saw your dragon form."

Tyrion waved his finger, making the disgusting falling snow much thinner. He looked at Neltharion who was silent before him, and said in a low voice:

"It's a cool and dazzling new shape, and it looks like special effects have been added. In fact, I doubt that you found a weird recharge window in Argus, and then threw some gems into it... changed it A new skin, um, maybe a new talent."

"Your crazy talk is really not funny at all!"

Neltharion responded coldly:

"Maybe I will also let you experience the "beautiful" life in Argus. Don't you think that I have forgotten the things you did in Draenor?"

"No, no! Actually, I've been very busy since I left you last time."

Tyrion shook his head with a smile, pointed to his head, and looked at the hostile war dragon in front of him:

"I remember all the things I did to you and your family, lo and behold, I smashed your body and threw you into the Twisting Nether, and then I went back to Azeroth and put The black dragons of Blackrock Mountain are dead clean, oh yes... you may not know it, but twisting your sons into mindless frost dragons to serve me... is a very, very painful process !"

The great lord spread his hands, just like talking with an old friend:

"Remember Nefarian? It's your son. In my opinion, it's the one that resembles you the most. What's its dragon name? Victor Nefarian? What a mouthful... After I killed it, I drained its dragon blood, gave it new powers, and gave it a new name, I called it... Frost Wings! This name sounds nice, catchy, right?"

Tyrion glanced at the gloomy Neltharion, and he said again:

"And your daughter, lovely, pretty, beautiful Onyxia...do you know what I did to her? That sweet goofy little girl probably doesn't know, I'm in her spirit Leaving something pretty "fun"...as long as I do!"

"Snapped"

The great lord snapped his fingers in the snow, and he looked at the war dragon with a strange smile:

"Just snap your fingers, and my niece, Onyxia, will become more...beautiful! In fact, I always thought your nickname "Deathwing" was a bit misleading, and I always wanted to cultivate one by myself. The real "Deathwing", so I chose your daughter, my lovely niece Onyxia, she really fits, doesn't she?"

"You...have you said enough!!!"

"boom"

The words of the great lord seemed to have finally angered Neltharion. He roared, took a step forward, clasped his left hand into a claw, and swung forward fiercely. The frantically gathered green fel energy was like a substantial wave in the swing of the claw. The magma gathered like a raging flame, and in the blink of an eye, a 30-meter-long magma dragon claw that seemed to burn the sky was formed. The lifelike claws slammed into Tyrion's head, as if to strike him Buried in this snow field.

When the dragon's claws pressed down, the snow-covered ground between Neltharion and Tyrion melted crazily, and streams of high-temperature steam escaped from the ground.

"kuang"

With a loud noise, the inevitable blow of the War Dragon was easily blocked.

The icy cold wind blew away the steam covering the battlefield at this moment, and the extreme coldness accompanied by the cold wind quickly re-frozen the earth. When Neltharion saw the existence under the dragon's claws, Neltharion's His eyes tightened a bit.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a dark giant half-kneeling on the ground. The giant's whole body was composed of gloomy energy, and the body was covered with hideous armor. There were huge double swords stuck in its back. Like an evil ghost warrior who walked out of hell, Tyrion stood there without moving at all, he just stretched out his finger and shook it, and Neltharion's all-destroying fel dragon claw was caught by the evil ghost warrior Easily crushed with a wave.

In the flash of the fel sparks that fell on the ground, the ghost warrior controlled by Tyrion slowly stood up. This 7-meter-high death colossus seemed to be ready with Tyrion moving his wrist. Prepare for a big battle.

Tyrion, who was suspended on the chest of the evil ghost warrior, looked down at the war dragon in front of him, and his low voice sounded on the wild snow field:

"It seems that defeating a poor girl who is not good at fighting has made your mentality inflated a lot, Neltharion."

"Ten years ago when I was weak, I could bury you. Ten years later, it will be easier for me to do it again... Do you still think this world is what it was when you left? Poor old man, you have been destroyed by this era Abandoned."

Tyrion stretched his hands behind him, and the heavy Ashbringer and the noisy Apocalypse fell into his hands. The ferocious ghost warrior also pulled out the two dark giant swords behind his back with his backhand, and placed a double-edged staggered sword on his chest. Fighting posture, behind it, a small half of the sky was marked as a gap between the world of death and the world. Thousands of death gods holding dark scythes floated out of the gap silently, in a deadly posture. , completely surrounded the sky behind Tyrion.

The wind of the spiritual world roared across the cold wilderness, bringing withering into this earthly land. In the invisible air, the imminent death is laughing loudly, because a feast is about to begin, because this place has been destroyed. Completely designated as a battlefield of death...

"I heard that in the world of Argus, Aggramar, the fallen titan, personally helped you remove the corruption of the void and gave you the power of fel energy. Do you know? I've always been curious about the tyrannical fel energy that claims to destroy everything, What happens when you meet withering things, the eternal death of a withered world... So come, Neltharion, Dragon of War, Dragon... Come!"

Tyrion's voice became cruel and indifferent at this moment:

"Please, satisfy...my curiosity!"

The wind of the spiritual world, which is more bleak than the wind of the present world, blows on the land of Dragonbone Wilderness. In that cold wind, facing the oppression of Tyrion, Dragon of War clenched his fists at that moment. He is also a person with a head and a face. When was he suppressed like this?

But Neltharion did not come here to be brave and fierce after all. He fought Tyrion in front of him here. Although he has the possibility of victory by mastering the power of evil and the power of the earth, it is more likely that both sides will fight because of this. The battle losses are heavy, especially in this eventful time, and being weak means that many things cannot be moved forward.

Therefore, after several breaths, Neltharion shook his head:

"I'm sorry...another occasion, I'd love to fight with you, for the grievances we made in the past."

He took the initiative to take a step back, and this action weakened Tyrion's entangled killing intent a bit, just as Neltharion had his own thinking, and Tyrion also had really important things to do, the previous coercion, more It's more about making a gesture. After all, judging from the situation where Neltharion killed Ysera with a single blow just now, if Tyrion wants to defeat the reborn war dragon in front of him, he must take out the treasure at the bottom of the box. .

But the problem is, that thing is not prepared for Neltharion at all. Once it is used here, many subsequent things will be affected.

They are the leaders of both sides, and sometimes they have to exclude the influence of personal emotions in doing things... This is certainly not comfortable, but this is the rule of the world.

"hum"

The evil ghost warriors, the army of death gods, and even the gate of the dead world in the sky all disappeared without a sound at this moment. With the last blow of the cold wind in the spirit world, Dragon Bone Wilderness returned to its previous state.

On the melted and frozen land, Tyrion looked at Neltharion in front of him, and the two old friends could finally have a peaceful talk.

"Unlock the Beacon of Death on Onyxia's body!"

Neltharion took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the black ice that had condensed on the back of his hand, and said softly:

"Then take Ysera and leave... She is not that important in my plan, and I am not interested in taking over the current Emerald Dream, that place is simply a source of disaster."

"Um?"

Tyrion glanced back at Ysera, the green dragon queen who was completely frozen in the falling pit behind him. He looked back at Neltharion, and a look of bewilderment flashed across the great lord's face:

"When did I say that I came for this silly girl? Are you deaf? Neltharion."

The great lord said frankly:

"I've said it all, I'm just passing by, I don't care what you want to do with Ysera, whether it's playing some dirty games, or being a spawning machine, it doesn't matter to me...you know , on this land, the only thing I really care about is you."

"That sounds weird."

Neltharion glanced at Tyrion with a strange expression, and a trace of inquiry flashed in his eyes:

"Then I'm very curious. Compared to spoils like Ysera, what else on this land can make you value it so much that you don't even hesitate to come here in person?"

"Of course it's... very important."

Tyrion shrugged:

"Want to know? Then join us... You see, since fel energy can fill the void in your body, so can death. Come, Neltharion, join my side, and become a real Deathwing...I am doing righteous and great things, I need a powerful fighter like you, with you joining, I will save a lot of energy."

"OK."

Neltharion threw the handkerchief in his hand into the snow. He raised his head and looked at Tyrion:

"Let me be the boss and you be my adjutant, and I will agree to join the Dark Blade Legion."

"It's really dishonest!"

The high lord waved his hand, skipping the topic that was obviously a joke, his ice blue eyes stared at Neltharion in front of him:

"Tell me, what are you planning? The Legion asked you to return to Azeroth to help the Dreadlords collect the Pillars of Creation, but I don't think you intend to cooperate with them at all, so you don't really want to join the Legion, yes Right? I need to confirm this news again... lest it would be bad to cause some accidental injuries by then."

"You! You really planted your own eyes in the legion!"

Neltharion narrowed his eyes, he looked at Tyrion:

"And the status is not low, you can know this kind of news, it seems that I really underestimated you before... But since you are so honest, then maybe I should also show a little kindness... I am not serving Legion, the egomaniac like Kil'jaeden is not worthy of my service, I serve a higher power, the former god of the guardian dragon, I serve the new..."

"Agramar, the Dark Pantheon...I knew it!"

Tyrion interrupted Neltharion's meaningless chanting, he tilted his head, looked at the war dragon in front of him, and said solemnly:

"But you know what they're trying to do, right? Do you think they're going to be successful?"

"It has nothing to do with 'I feel'!"

Nelthario said seriously:

"I just made a judgment based on the facts. Unlike the Burning Legion, once the power of the Dark Pantheon extends here, there is no possibility of Azeroth surviving. Aggramar gave me a choice, since we were once the Titan family For his sake, he gave us a new hope... this has nothing to do with the Legion! The Aspects are just re-following the gods they once were, that's all."

"But I'll tell you!"

Tyrion said to the Dragon of War word by word:

"Dark Pantheon won't win! You picked the wrong teammate!"

"Oh, why?"

The Dragon of War showed a disdainful smile:

"Is it because you swore to protect this world? Tyrion, don't think too highly of yourself. Even now, you are nothing but an ant in their eyes!"

"Then make a bet!"

Tyrion heaved a sigh of relief, pointed to the ground under his feet, and said softly:

"I said, Aggramar will be buried here, and I will show you with my own eyes, how I, an ant, tore the giant apart! If I win, Neltharion, you must be willing to become the real death Wings, join my kingdom of death!"

"Okay! Tyrion, until the Dark Pantheon comes, I will not stand in your way, and you... better not interfere with me!"

Neltharion shrugged his shoulders, turned around and disappeared into the snow that was flying all over the sky without looking back:

"As for this bet, I will look forward to it with great anticipation, and then wait and see, the miracle performed by you..."

"Take Ysera and leave... Take this as the last kindness left to you by the Dark Pantheon."