On the watchtower of the Ring of Blood Arena, Saberian kept pacing back and forth, looking up at the dim sky of Blade's Edge Mountain from time to time with a gloomy look.
This black dragon was obviously very anxious, and the reason for his anxiety was very simple - the Scourge Legion was much more powerful than he imagined, and the Blade Tower Ogre alone could not stop the opponent's crushing momentum.
Why did such a terrifying undead army suddenly appear in the outer world? Or the Blade's Edge Mountain where I'm staying?
Sabellian couldn't understand it, but now he was faced with a dilemma. He helped the ogres kill some gargoyles, and deliberately threw the remains of the gargoyles on the ogres' territory, in order to further Provoke conflicts between natural disasters and ogres.
However, now that the conflict was provoked, the result was unsatisfactory. The undead floating city that once acted cautiously defeated almost all forms of counterattacks by the ogres. The knife tower ogres had reached the point of being defeated.
However, the undead had a tacit understanding and did not continue to approach Gruul's lair, as if they knew there was a grumpy Gronn leader there.
The defeat and death of the peripheral ogres will not affect the knife tower ogres near Gruul's lair. As long as the iron hooves of the undead army have not invaded their territory, they will not take any action.
In other words, if Saberian doesn't do something, the undead frenzy will soon surround the Ring of Blood. Although he has deceived the ogres, he doesn't think he can deceive the undead who are extremely sensitive to the living. Legion.
What's more, he clearly knows that there are various spell casters such as lichs and psychics among the natural disasters. The magic he arranges around the ring of blood can easily attract the other party's attention.
Now he can either abandon some of the black dragon corpses he has collected and give up his plan to take revenge on Gronn and escape, or he can stay here and risk being discovered by the Scourge.
But Saberian was unwilling to do so. He had been planning for so long in the Blade's Edge Mountains just to eliminate all of Gruul's heirs and let that stupid beast know the pain of losing a son. But now he is going to die in despair. escape?
The dragon's arrogance and conceit have become a shackles that bind Sabellian. If he were an ordinary human, he would probably run away without hesitation now, but as a dragon, he cannot accept his failure and shame. of escape.
Therefore, Saberian was anxious and uneasy, but he continued to numb and hypnotize himself: the undead might not have any thoughts about a long-abandoned arena. As long as he waited, he might still be able to continue to catalyze the undead. Conflict with the ogre.
However, the black wings covering the sky above the Ring of Blood made Saberian almost forget about his predicament.
"Sabrian, stop hiding, I know you are in this ruined arena."
Onyxia flapped her huge wings, and her huge body almost covered half of the arena in her shadow. The black dragon princess let out waves of deep roars, which roared in the ears of the other giant dragon. It was exactly what she wanted to say.
"Onyxia?! Why is she here?"
Sabellian looked at Onyxia's figure, slightly absent-minded. After confirming that this was not his hallucination and that he was not under some kind of illusion, he was hesitant for a moment.
He didn't know why Onyxia appeared in a place where she could not have appeared, but when something went wrong, there must be a monster. As an adult dragon that had lived for countless years, he knew this truth very well.
The cunning nature of the black dragon prevented him from naively treating Onyxia as an aid. Although the conversation between the black dragons would have seemed a bit "vulgar", the hostility in Onyxia's tone would not be ignored as long as he was not deaf. , you can hear it.
He also knew that the Black Dragon Princess would never like him, so it was even more impossible for him to jump out like a fool.
But before Sabellian could sneak away, Onyxia raised her dragon's head in the sky, and her chest suddenly bulged.
Saberian's eyelids twitched, and he removed his transformation almost subconsciously. At the same time, a black-red flame that covered half of the arena fell straight down with air waves, a mixture of stone and wood. The towers and walls were instantly engulfed in flames, and the raging fire easily swept through where Saberian was stationed.
The rumblings continued, and half of the arena was turned into ruins in flames. The towering towers and walls continued to collapse, but among the rubble, wood chips, and burning building debris, a pair of them were even bigger than Onyxia. The huge wings suddenly opened, and the strong dragon body pushed away the ruins. Saberian's dragon true body stood in the flames, and the vertical dragon eyes were full of anger.
"You ruined my plan. Even if you are Lord Neltharion's daughter, you should pay the price for it."
The low roar stirred up a wave of sound, and even the flames swayed - as Onyxia said, Sabellian has power no less than a direct descendant of Deathwing, and he is not afraid of the Black Dragon Princess , and even planned to make her pay for her actions without hesitation.
But Onyxia didn't panic. Even if she was no match for Sabellian one-on-one, she was not alone...a dragon came.
She was just trying to lure Saberian out, and there was no need for her to take action in the real battle.
However, Onyxia did not forget her "mission". She still pretended to be indifferent and said, "A coward hiding in an ogre building? You keep saying that you want to avenge the Black Dragon Legion and avenge the great father. , but after all this time, you are still hiding here, accomplishing nothing?"
"You don't understand anything! Even an adult dragon has to evade Gruul's power temporarily. But if it weren't for the undead that disturbed the situation, and your stupid and reckless behavior, if my plan continues, those Gronns will sooner or later They will pay a price for their actions."
Sabellian's nostrils spurted out fiery waves of air. The black dragon was already a little impatient. His plans were disrupted time and time again. Even the best-tempered person would be angry, let alone someone with a good temper. A black dragon whose will was only tainted by the ancient god, and who was already very violent.
The actions of the undead had already greatly deviated from his original plan. As a result, Onyxia's breath directly exposed his existence to the eyes and ears of the ogres and undead. How could he be called not angry.
"Before Gruul appears, I am happy to teach you a lesson for my master." Saberian knew that once he appeared, Gruul would not sit in the lair and not come out, but when Gruul arrived, Before, he had enough time to teach Onyxia a lesson and vent his anger on the undead.
As a result, this black dragon waved its wings, and its oppressive body rose up from the ground. A pair of pupils that were no different from cold-blooded animals stared at Onyxia. There was a destructive force in his ferocious upper and lower jaws. The power is gathering.
However, before the hot dragon's breath could be spit out, a ray of ice-blue light suddenly passed through the flames and ruins and stabbed towards Saberian's heart.
The dragon's intuition allowed Sabellian to immediately detect the danger signal. He suppressed the dragon's breath forcefully and made an emergency evasion in the air.
But the speed of that light was too fast. Even if he tried his best to avoid it, the thing still left terrible wounds on his abdomen and one wing.
With scales and blood splattering, Saberian's dragon body fell to one side, and his injured wings instantly reduced his balance in the air.
Onyxia's eyes lit up, and she jumped forward without hesitation, spraying out another line of fire in the direction of Saberian's fall, hitting Saberian's already injured wing.
Saberian wailed, "You! You betrayed us?! You took refuge in those filthy undead?!"
Onyxia's dragon breath almost scorched half of his wings, and the blue stream of light not only hurt his body, but also made his spirit so weak that he had no time to care about Onyxia's pursuit. He immediately understood that his soul was partially cut off by that "sword"! The ogres obviously don't have this kind of technology, that sword belongs to the Scourge!
