"Qiang!"
With a strange sound like gold and iron clashing, the shadows of ignorance in the side hall began to "flow" violently, and invariably converged towards the only dark purple light that could be seen in the hall.
"Ouch!"
This time the roar of pain not only echoed in the minds of the three of them, but came from the direction of the motionless Jie Bao's face lying on the ground.
"Whoops!"
A stench of stench accompanied the roar, and Sarlayan and Stellagosa were so smoked that they could only roll their eyes and hold their breath in a hurry.
This stench is not only unpleasant, it also has a weak corrosive effect on human skin.
Sarlayan and Stellagosa's dragon-derived bodies were strong enough, and they only felt a slight sting on their body surfaces, which would not hurt their roots.
Onyxia was standing on a mountain of flesh at this time. She pulled out the Stromka War Destroyer with her left hand that was originally inserted into Zakaz's head. The short knife in her right hand stabbed heavily along the existing wound. Got in.
At the same time that the Stomka used for suppression was pulled out, Zakaz, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up, and a shadow popped out from behind it and hit Onyxia hard.
"Well!"
Even with Onyxia's defense, this blow made her groan, obviously causing a lot of damage.
But the Black Dragon Princess still stepped on Zakaz's head with both feet. With a ferocious expression, she held the Blade of the Dark Empire tightly in one hand, and stabbed Stromka back into Zakaz's body with the other hand, gritting her teeth. Stab the two blades deeper.
Through the gradually dissipating light-devouring environment, Sarlayan could vaguely see the huge Zakaz baring his teeth, but he could not see clearly where Onyxia was.
"Stella! Attack its hands and tentacles! Help Oni delay as much time as possible!"
"good!"
Without any nonsense, Stellagosa once again used the gravity spell to temporarily restrain Zakaz's wildly dancing claws and tentacles.
Sarlayan was not intimidated by the terrifying power exuded by Zakaz. He roared the dragon's roar and at the same time transformed into the form of a giant bear, and bravely charged at the enemy.
"boom!"
The collision of two massive objects produced a dull roar.
Ursoc's incarnation can increase Sharlayan's power, but his wild charge failed to make Zakaz move even half a step, only knocking it and shaking it.
"Gan! Sure enough, the difference in strength is still too big!"
Zakaz is a powerful Xeraki warrior who can arm-wrestle with Tyr, the Guardian of Justice.
In its heyday, Zakaz didn't even dare to underestimate Deathwing. Juniors like Onyxia were sure it was no match, let alone Sharlayan, who was very weak.
Fortunately, Zakaz was far away from its heyday at this time, and it was not Sharlayan who mainly attracted its attention.
"Ouch!"
The giant bear transformed by Sarlayan stood up and performed a strong bear locking man... Let's call it a man.
Zakaz, who was controlled by two people, struggled hard but could not break free.
The miserable roar lasted for half a minute, and then the roaring sound in the side hall began to gradually weaken, and finally disappeared.
The strong shadow power that filled the hall was sucked in by the Blade of the Dark Empire in Onyxia's hand, and the side hall that had been shrouded in darkness for hundreds of centuries finally returned to its normal darkness.
"Shua~"
Stellagosa used the lighting spell again at the right time. This time, the ball of light rising into the sky was no longer swallowed up by the darkness, and steadily illuminated the scene in the side hall.
"Huh~"
The fight with Zakaz didn't last long, but the pressure this Xeraki put on the three of them was terrifying.
Unlike the battle of Grim Batol, where the dragon kings were at the front, this time Sharlayan faced a powerful enemy at the same level as Deathwing, and the pressure he endured was incomparable.
When the darkness dissipated, the three of Sarlayan, who were panting heavily, finally saw Zakaz's appearance clearly.
In addition to the Jiebao face that is unique to creatures of the ancient god system, Zakaz's hands are like sharp pliers, and many sharp-shaped tentacles grow out of his back. The overall structure is very ferocious.
The Blade of the Dark Empire in Onyxia's hand is a genuine limb of the ancient god, which also contains the broken soul of the ancient god, which can defeat all ancient god-type creatures.
When Zakaz, who had not yet completely broken free of the seal, was stabbed in the head by the Blade of the Dark Empire, its end was already doomed.
"Buzz!"
A strange buzzing sound sounded in the side hall, and Zakaz's huge Xeraki body was rapidly disintegrating, turning into dark purple energy and being sucked into the short knife in Onyxia's hand.
The injection of a large amount of energy caused the Blade of the Dark Empire to tremble slightly. Onyxia's strength as an adult black dragon was actually somewhat uncontrollable.
"Tsk! Sarlayan, catch it!"
Onyxia wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, threw Stromka towards Sarlayan, and tightly held the handle of the Blade of the Dark Empire with both hands, suppressing Sarata with all her strength. Sri Lanka's resistance.
"Qiang!"
Inserting one of the Varajar war swords into the ground, Sarlayan raised his right hand and accurately grasped the rotating hilt of Stromkar.
"Huh? This sword..."
As soon as he took the heavy sword into his hands, Sarlayan noticed something strange.
In addition to the sharpness and solidity of Stromka itself, this sword also contains some strange power.
[It should be the power of shadow. For more than 2,000 years, this sword has been inserted into Zakaz's body, and it will inevitably be eroded by the power of shadow. 】
Sarlayan nodded thoughtfully: "You said it this way...it does look like the power of shadow, but it's not as difficult to control as the normal power of shadow. It should have been transformed by the power of the artifact itself. And domesticate it.”
Compared with the violent shadow power contained in the War Sword of Valajar (left), the shadow power absorbed and transformed by Stromka is very stable and easier to control.
The positioning of these two sets of artifacts that both belong to warriors has a slight overlap. Sarlayan has become accustomed to the power of shadow and light that coexist in Valajar's swords, and has no intention of keeping Stromka for his own use.
[Then the question is, leaving this artifact is a waste. Who are you going to give it to? 】
Sarlayan: "Well...that is indeed a problem."
Sarlayan admits that he is not a narrow-minded nationalist, but after getting good things, he will definitely consider his compatriots first. This is human nature, and he will turn his attention to foreign races if he can't find a suitable candidate.
Stromka is a warrior's artifact, and Sarlayan can clearly feel that this sword, like the Valajar War Sword, has a greater increase in anger and control.
In this case, the preferred allocation target is of course warriors.
However, there are not many warriors of the high elves who are worthy of the name. The most powerful one is Thalayan's warrior mentor and the leader of the Well Guard, Thalorian Morningseeker.
Unfortunately, based on Sarlayan's understanding of his mentor, he would never give up the family's upper-level dragon-forged blade and switch to Stormka, even if he knew there was a certain gap in quality between the two.
"A warrior of the high elves..."
Sharlayan scratched his head in distress: "Forget it, let Kael'thas worry about this problem."
While Sarlayan was discussing with the barrage, Zakaz's huge body had completely disappeared. Onyxia, who had fallen to the ground, still had a solemn expression, trying her best to control the trembling Dark Empire. blade.
While strengthening the seal of the earth with all her strength, Onyxia's eyes unconsciously turned into a vertical boy of the dragon tribe, and the heavy power of the earth unconsciously overflowed from her body.
In this confrontation between consciousness and body, neither Sarlayan nor Stellagosa could help. They could only stand there and wait anxiously for the final result.
Fortunately, Onyxia's bragging before taking action was at least fulfilled.
About a quarter of an hour later, the Blade of the Dark Empire finally stopped, and the purple shimmer on the blade's surface gradually disappeared, and Onyxia breathed a long sigh of relief.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Onyxia said with a clear mind: "Fortunately, I was prepared in advance, otherwise Xal'atath might have regained control of this magic weapon."
I don't know if it was Sarlayan's illusion, but after absorbing Zakaz's shadow power, the blade of the Dark Empire's Blade seemed to become sharper.
With the complete demise of Zakaz, the strange atmosphere in Tyr's Tomb gradually disappeared.
When returning to the main hall along the tomb passage, the ferocious shadow monsters before seemed to be just hallucinations and never appeared again.
Without Zakaz, there is no need for the Silver Hand war hammer used to suppress it to remain in the tomb.
Sarlayan jumped up high, holding the Silver Hand warhammer that was obviously oversized in both hands and landed heavily on the ground.
"boom!"
It was indeed a "heavy" landing in the literal sense. The huge mass of the warhammer made Sarlayan leave two deep footprints on the floor when he landed.
"Hey~ Isn't this thing too heavy?"
