Unlike the orthodox dragons in Wyrmrest Temple who like to fight in dragon form, Sharlayan will not stupidly fix himself in a certain form.
Sharlayan has the characteristics of a druid, and will change into the most suitable form according to the actual situation.
Just like now, the chains that were tied to his feet a second ago suddenly loosened themselves.
The thick dragon's legs shrunk greatly, and the iron rope naturally couldn't lock it.
Sarlayan, who transformed into a Storm Crow, flexibly turned over in the air and lunged forward. His sharp claws heavily grabbed the Iron Vrykul leader's face, and his sharp nails even dug into his eyes.
The Iron Vrykul do not have actual eyeballs, and their eye sockets flash with the light of thunder.
Eyes made of pure energy will not feel pain if hit.
But no matter what, eyes are the windows through which we observe the world.
The Iron Vrykul leader's viewing window was blocked, and he could only wave the battle ax in his hand helplessly and furiously in mid-air, trying to try his luck to hit Sarlayan's body.
Sarlayan was not that stupid. After blinding the enemy, he immediately let go of his claws and transformed again in mid-air.
"Get down here!"
"Qiang!"
Valajar's battle sword struck the opponent's steel body, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the sharp artifact sword cut a deep wound.
After hitting the target, Sarlayan, who was well prepared, raised his legs to kick on the opponent, used the force to retreat, and once again transformed into the Storm Crow form and hovered in the air.
"Ahhhhh!"
The leader of the Iron Vrykul who fell from the sky let out a panicked cry, and soon followed in the footsteps of his men. He crashed heavily into the ice below and was trapped in the ice, unable to move.
After flapping his wings and landing steadily on the ground, Sarlayan returned to his human form and walked to the potholes one by one with swords in hand to strike.
It sounded like the battle lasted for a long time, but in fact, only a little over a minute had passed since the start of the battle.
After killing all the proto-dragons, Sarlayan left only the leader of the Iron Vrykul who was still struggling.
"Can't you just talk nicely? You have to seek death."
"But it's just right."
Sarlayan raised his sword with an indifferent expression: "Lest I find another reason to silence myself, you helped me make a choice first."
"Thank you, and farewell!"
"Crack!"
…
He easily eliminated a group of Iron Vrykul soldiers, and Sarlayan didn't even break a sweat.
After a cursory glance, the level of these Iron Vrykul and Archosaurs was between 30 and 40, much stronger than the soldiers of the mortal race, but for Sarlayan today, it was just like chopping melons and slicing vegetables.
"Not enough."
It took a lot of effort to arouse the interest, but before it was over, Sarlayan smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Stella, have you found any clues?"
Little Xingxing shook her head: "No, maybe the other party is hiding outside my range of perception, or maybe they are not nearby at all."
"No."
Sarlayan raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile and glanced around with cold eyes.
"Those guys who are good at hiding are definitely there, they are just being cautious and not taking action."
Tichondrius, who was still sneaking, twitched his eyebrows slightly, and looked back at Varimathras, who still had an unsatisfied look on his face.
"Let's go, we should go back. We can't leave Ner'zhul too much free time. That guy is not worthy of trust."
"but……"
Tichondrius kicked Varimathras on the back, kicking him out of stealth.
"Since you want to take this opportunity to express yourself, then go ahead and we will be here to cheer you up."
The Dreadlord suddenly fell out of the shadows and immediately attracted the attention of Sharlayan and Stellagosa.
"You really dare to come out?! You came just in time!"
Sarlayan, who was already high in fighting spirit, immediately became excited, but he immediately rushed towards the opponent without any enthusiasm.
"Stella!"
Stellagosa, who had already prepared the spell, immediately took action.
The gravity spell transmitted from Senegos enveloped Varimathras almost the moment he appeared.
At this time, Varimathras was still frightened and angry at Tichondrius' betrayal of his companions, and his reaction speed was obviously half a beat slower.
When he was covered by the gravity spell and wanted to break free, Stellagosa had already completed the construction of the entire spell model and forcibly pulled him over from the ice sheet more than a hundred meters away.
Varimathras, who was in mid-air and unable to control his balance, woke up from a dream and struggled to break free from the control of the spell.
However, due to the inertia of movement, his body collapsed and it was difficult for him to change his posture in a short period of time. He reluctantly flapped a pair of large bat wings in an attempt to slow down the speed of approaching the enemy.
While Stellagosa's gravity spell took effect, Sharlayan also took action at the same time.
He took a step sideways to block the little star who was concentrating on casting spells, and took an offensive stance in advance. The old god was waiting for the Dread Demon King to arrive at his door.
When Varimathras spread his wings to increase resistance and slow down, Sarlayan did not give him a chance to adjust his posture. He activated his charge skill and turned it into an afterimage, knocking the enemy who turned around halfway.
Although Varimathras barely raised his arms to block in front of him at the last moment, the violent impact that penetrated his body still caused some damage to him.
"cough!"
With a painful cough, Varimathras did not confront Sarlayan head-on despite the pain. He immediately stood up and flew back, trying to lure Sarlayan back to his companions.
Although it is unclear why Tichondrius threw himself out as bait, as a member of the Nasrezim, Varimathras can guarantee that those old concealers have definitely not left. Hide in place and wait for the opportunity.
One look at Varimathras's movements and Sharlayan knew that this guy wanted to run.
"Can you run away?"
Varimathras did break free from Stellagosa's spell, but the spell model that had been constructed was not broken and could take effect again with a little guidance.
Just as he was about to flap his wings and fly backwards, Varimathras suddenly felt a familiar tight feeling coming from his body.
"Again?!"
Before he could gather his strength to break free, the two swords in Sarlayan's hands had already been chopped down on his head.
Now Varimathras faced an awkward situation. If he avoided Sharlayan's attack, he would be pulled towards Malygos again.
If the powerful Blue Dragon King came to his senses, there would be absolutely no way for him to survive with his small body.
But if he doesn't dodge, these two powerful divine swords will split open his defenseless body.
Even if the demon cannot die outside the Twisting Nether, reading the message to resurrect it is still a very painful process, and it will not be able to communicate with other people for at least several decades.
This is just one of them.
The Burning Legion is very harsh on demons who fail their missions. If Varimathras died empty-handed, God knows how Kil'jaeden would vent his anger.
With death on both sides, Varimathras decided to give it a try.
Withstanding Sharlayan's attack, Varimathras chose to break free from Stellagosa's control first.
After regaining his freedom, Varimathras immediately raised his left hand to block it in front of him.
There was a moment's delay when Valajar's war sword slashed into Nathrezim's body. Varimathras took this opportunity to drop his left arm that had been severed at the elbow and stepped back in pain, finally escaping Sarre smoothly. An's attack range.
But before Varimathras could show a thankful expression on his face, Sharlayan suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath, and sparks began to appear in his nose.
"Could it be!"
Varimathras's eyes widened, and he ignored the wound on his left arm that was still spurting blood. He folded the bat wings behind him and held them in front of him.
"hold head high!"
The dragon's breath sprayed out in human form cannot achieve the maximum damage, but it is fast enough and can take effect quickly with one breath.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Varimathras was burned terribly by the flames of life.
But his suffering was not over yet.
One wrong step, every wrong step.
Varimathras, who had lost the opportunity, failed to catch the fish as Tichondrius expected. He was beaten and beaten by Sharlayan and Stellagosa who had been prepared for the whole process, and he did not even have the chance to fight back. No.
After finally holding on until the breath of the pocket dragon subsided, Varimathras didn't even have time to feel sorry for his wings that had been burned into skeletons.
There was a young blue dragon floating in the sky above where Stellagosa was standing, eyes glowing with arcane aura staring straight at him, and his chest was already bulging high.
"Damn it! Tichondrius, this matter is not over yet, I..."
"hold head high!"
Chapter 431 What a coincidence, you also fish?
