Deathwing felt the recovery of his injuries, and while using words to delay time, he thought about how to escape.
He is crazy, but he is not stupid. Without the Demon Soul, facing three Aspect Dragons in good condition plus a Titan Guardian is no different from seeking death. What Deathwing desires is permanent peace, yes, but not through death. to achieve the purpose.
At the moment, just escaping is a very troublesome thing. The only way Deathwing can think of for the time being is to exchange injuries for injuries. It is best to severely damage one of the opponents as soon as possible, so as to create room for escape.
But when Deathwing was thinking about countermeasures, he didn't notice the soul pressure gradually rising in the ice beneath his feet - he knew the weirdness of Icecrown Glacier, and maybe he ignored this abnormal change because of this.
At the moment when Malygos's condensed magical energy that could destroy the world dissipated, Deathwing thought he had found an opportunity and was about to flutter his wings, but the next second, the solid ice that had not melted for thousands of years was The layer seemed to be struck by a giant hammer from the gods, causing countless cracks to appear in an instant.
When Deathwing was filled with shock and confusion, a ferocious long tail tore through several meters of ice and threw it heavily on his forehead.
The tyrannical force caused the bone spurs at the tip of the tail to shatter the air, and a terrifying sharp explosion pierced the sky, followed by violent shocks that spread when the dragon's tail collided with Deathwing's head, floating in the air. The flying snow suddenly shook out a circle of empty space.
Even with Deathwing's powerful physique, he was still unstable under such a heavy blow. The huge dragon body was crumbling, which obviously caused a lot of damage.
Before Deathwing could recover, the sharp dragon claws with cold murderous intent and fury fell on his neck ferociously.
The ice-blue claw marks were even imprinted in the void and never dissipated for a long time, and the hard scales and skin of Deathwing were torn apart with devastating force, and the hot active blood spurted out along the wound, falling to the ground. A large amount of ice instantly vaporized.
Between the snow and the fog, Deathwing finally saw clearly. In his empty pupils, two groups of blue flames were burning faintly. A ferocious bone dragon whose size was not inferior to that of the guardian dragon stood in front of him. On the dragon's claws Still burning with the flames that burst out of Deathwing's body.
"Sindragosa?" Deathwing instantly understood the identity of the bone dragon. He covered the wound on his neck with one claw, but there was a smile in his voice.
"Malygos can't even give you rest, poor guy!" After saying that, Deathwing ignored his injuries, opened his upper and lower jaws to an incredible angle, his chest and abdomen bulged and contracted, and the red magma breath was like a volcanic eruption. Sindragosa exploded.
While breathing out, his wings also ignited with flames. With just one flap, the flames burst out instantly, burning the surrounding air.
When Sindragosa saw this, she also breathed out frost mist that could freeze everything, but her power was ultimately not as good as Deathwing's. The frost breath was forced back by the scorching flames and magma.
When ice and snow merged with lava, a large amount of water vapor rose up. Deathwing actually used his own power to release the power that turned the surrounding sky red, and the temperature also rose sharply. The glacier even Melting under the burst of flames.
The steam dissipated, but turned into a fog-like obstacle blocking Deathwing's sight. Sindragosa did not blindly compete with Deathwing for strength. Under the undead posture, Northrend was her home ground.
She flapped her wings and rose up from the ground. The fierce wind pressure spread violently, almost cracking the ice.
The strong wind swept the ice, snow and steam together, and Deathwing slowly looked around in the high-temperature steam, looking for traces of Sindragosa.
In the mist, an inconspicuous light blue was noticed by Deathwing. He immediately waved his right claw, splashing claw marks condensed by magma, imprinted in the void, and struck towards the place where the light appeared.
However, the imaginary impact sound did not come. Deathwing's attack seemed to fall on the air, flew a considerable distance, and then disappeared.
But the violent claw attack also dispersed the air at this distance, and the black dragon realized that what he had just seen was just an ice crystal floating in mid-air, shining with blue light.
At this moment, Sindragosa's figure broke through the dark clouds in the sky. She folded her wings and plummeted down like a peregrine falcon aiming at the vital points of its prey.
Although all this happened almost in an instant, the huge body of the dragon made it difficult for them to completely cover up their traces. Deathwing was keenly aware of the strangeness above his head, but surprisingly, he did not notice at all There is no intention to avoid it.
The next moment, Sindragosa's vengeful claws filled with hatred and anger landed on Deathwing's head, and penetrated hard. The huge energy directly penetrated the ice sheet that had accumulated for countless thousands of years. The ice layer plowed a bottomless ravine.
As the earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the ice and snow scattered, the three guardian dragons finally recovered from the brief battle just now. This really happened too suddenly. Sindragosa's
"Resurrection", and her attack that was so fierce that she completely ignored herself, the three giant dragons had not yet made any reaction.
"I can't detect Deathwing's situation." Nozdormu stared at the location where Sindragosa and Deathwing were just now. There was still chaos there, and it was impossible to detect the specific situation inside with the naked eye.
Malygos flapped his wings, but the flickering arcane runes on his body proved that his mood was not as calm as his expression seemed.
"Arthas...what the hell is going on!" Arthas, who was hiding between the world and the shadows, did not appear, but he still responded to Malygos's question,
"This is revenge, don't you understand, Malygos."
"But you shouldn't bother a dead person like this, even if-"
"You misunderstood. This is not an annoyance. It is a relief for Sindragosa." Arthas did not panic because of Malygos's possible anger. Sindragosa's resurrection was not what it seemed on the surface. So simple.
"Relief? Arthas... Although I don't know much about necromancy, this doesn't seem to be relief for any dragon." This time it was Alexstrasza who spoke, and she could feel the pain. The anger and resentment exuded by Dargosa made her feel thrilling. Alexstrasza asked herself, if she were to be in such a situation after death, it might be a hundred times more painful than killing her.
Malygos stopped talking after hearing this, but his eyes clearly revealed the same meaning as Alexstrasza.
"Perhaps Sindragosa can truly rest elsewhere, but this is Icecrown, my friends." Arthas gave the answer,
"Ten thousand years of hatred and resentment have made it impossible for Sindragosa's soul to rest in peace. The unique terrain and environment here have tortured her soul. If these negative emotions cannot be purified, Sindragosa's soul will remain forever. Hovering in pain and misery.”
