The red is blood and the black is soil.
When the blood spurted out and sprinkled on the land mixed with volcanic ash and wind-cracked rocks, the red blood dried up and turned into black scabs.
When the black earth transformed from solid to liquid under the flames of magic, the black earth turned into red magma.
Except for the dwarves who witnessed the supreme power of the Fire Demon King Ragnaros three hundred years ago, no one could have imagined that a battle between two people could be so grand.
Two people".
Ashkandi, the bodyguard of Terok, the King of Claws, is a leader of the younger generation of the arakkoa people in Draenor. He gave up the comfortable and luxurious life of Tongtian Peak because of his faith and longing, and became a warrior who fought with mission and glory. .
The strongest black dragon in Azeroth, perhaps the son of the strongest dragon Neltharion, the black dragon prince Nefarian, a pure-blood dragon with both elegance and power, stands at the pinnacle of power in the Eastern Kingdom.
If any bookmaker dares to open an offer for a fight between these two people, even if the odds are 1 to 100 million, I am afraid no one will buy Ashkandi to win.
Because Nefarian is a dragon, a giant dragon. He may inherit his father's power and become an Aspect Dragon in the future. Even now, he is an extraordinary existence. And no matter how strong Ashkandi is, he is only the pinnacle of mortals.
Originally, this was how it should be, it was Nefarian who crushed Ashkandi with his little finger.
It's a pity that reality has made a big joke.
When Nefarian got tired of playing and no longer wanted to play like a human, something happened.
"I will take your body away, you are qualified."
The black dragon prince Nefarios in human form has a knife mark on the front and back of his fitted mage robe. Through the damaged clothes, you can see that the surface of his body is no longer human skin, but light black scales.
"quack."
Although he did not understand the bird language of the Crow people, Nefarios could still hear the contemptuous ridicule contained in this "Quack".
Black dragon, nothing more than that!
Compared to his own scars, Ashkandi's contempt for the black dragon clan completely angered Nefarian, and the black prince let out a dragon's howl with a human throat.
Yes, he transformed. The body of human Nefarios gradually expanded and transformed into the black dragon Nefarian.
But Ashkandi just held the claw blade in his hand and watched quietly.
"You will pay the price for your frivolity~~~~Ah!!!"
At the moment when the transformation was completed, the sudden change caused Nefarian great pain. Because of the fierce battle, the four flails that had been abandoned aside exploded and bombarded Nefarian, causing extreme damage to him. Big damage.
Although it is an artifact forged by the Dark Iron Dwarves who sacrificed hundreds of lives in blood, it is not enough to cause fatal damage to the Black Dragon Prince. With the powerful recovery power of Nefarian's pure-blooded black dragon, the body can be restored in a dozen breaths.
However, the magic power of the four flails was also released as the material form disintegrated. Guided by the blood of the black dragon, the magic chains penetrated deep into Nefarian's body, forcibly locking the power belonging to the black dragon and binding the black dragon Nefarian. Became the half-dragon archmage Nefarios.
"Now, we can continue."
Ashcandi fluttered his feathers and spoke in his unfamiliar Azerothian.
"Despicable trick!"
The Black Dragon Prince tried to use the power of the black dragon, but the pain from the depths of his blood made him unsuccessful. However, the arcane magic that he usually continued to show off to kill time responded to his master's call.
This shocked Nefarios.
Break off the little finger of his left hand, and in the obscure spell, the broken finger turns into a dragon bone staff, and the battle between the warrior and the mage begins again.
Ashkandi's claw blade was a sharp blade that almost shattered the holy shield. It was powerful and heavy. Nefarios just knocked it lightly with the dragon bone staff and realized that he could not fight forcefully.
The Black Dragon Prince used the power of a graceless donkey roll to do a back somersault and turned 720 degrees, turning around and flashing. His coquettish movements were full of ruffian elegance. The dark scales of the naked archmage were covered with black dust. , looking embarrassed.
But Ashkandi's warrior habits cost him the chance to kill with one strike.
In order to cut off Nefarios' neck with a single blow, the arakkoa stretched its wings and told the rush.
In order to avoid the Archmage's enhanced Frost Nova, the arakkoa could only scratch the ground with their claws and play emergency stops.
So in the dust mist emitted by the claw blades of the arakkoa, the meteorite summoned by magic power came crashing in with a tail of flame.
One step forward is a wall of ice condensed by Frost Nova, and a step back is a meteorite smeared on the face. Ashkandi's choice is no more than left or right.
Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!
The Black Dragon Prince didn't know what choice the arakkoa would make, so he had to squander his magic power and summon ten fireballs, five on the left and five on the left, making his face confused.
The fireball washes the ground, the hot magic melts the soil, and the wild magic turns the volcanic ash quartz stone into magma again. The sky is the color of red and black, and the earth is the melody of black and red. Between the sky and the earth, surrender Terokk of Anzu, Raven of Shadows, granted Ashkandi the ability to briefly travel through the shadows.
...The Black Dragon Prince Nefarian's moves to demonstrate his strength were too much.
Have you ever seen a sword technique that falls from the sky?
"Eugene Wagayaku!"
Ashkandi shouted in the Crow language, emerged from the shadow caused by a burst of dust directly above Nefarian, and came down with the power of thunder.
Then it was empty.
Damn retarded!
Nefarian's heart surged in his chest, and the compensation from the magic flow caused by three consecutive flashes intensified this feeling.
If the dragon's body hadn't strengthened his hearing ability, something might have happened with this sword!
The end of one crisis means that the next crisis will come unexpectedly.
The battle continues.
The knife is an airtight killing net. Ashkandi's performance makes people feel curious and awe of Terok. A guard around him is so strong, and what a heroic figure the King of Claws himself is.
Spells are wild destruction. Even in a desperate situation, Nefarian did not give up the dignity of the black dragon. He defended and attacked, demonstrating his magical attainments, even if he did not use the power of the black dragon.
In less than three minutes of battle memory, the battlefield with a radius of several hundred meters had turned into a purgatory on earth. The huge emotional ups and downs almost woke Carlos up from his meditative state several times, but Kael'thas had no choice but to continue to guide him. The spell stabilizes the operation of the magic circle.
With Kael'thas' intervention, Carlos's personal consciousness became more condensed, and his previous experience of watching Sylvie Morgan's mental world gave him the ability to think at a shallow level in memories that resembled dreams.
This is the judgment made by Carlos as a fellow warrior.
Sure enough, after two more transitions between offense and defense, Ashkandi, who had always cherished his wings intact, used Nefarios's inertial thinking to fight off the damage to his left hand that was frozen by the ice arrow, and rushed to the mage's side, using his right hand. The claw blade came out of his hand and drew a strange spiral arc, blocking the flash path of the Black Dragon Prince, and then swung out the claw blade of his left hand fiercely.
Nefarian is going to die! ? ! ? ! ?
The huge mental fluctuations almost caused Kael'thas' spell to fail, forcing the Grand Mage to summon his own emerald magic beads to stabilize the magic.
However, Nefarian, who seemed to be facing a dead end and was unable to fight back, breathed a sigh of relief when the blade was attached to him, threw away the dragon bone staff and sat on the ground.
"What a vulgar taste."
Ashkandi, on the other hand, was frozen in mid-air while maintaining a strangely critical posture.
"Hehe, heroes always appear at the last second, don't they? My dear brother, you are in such a mess!"
Carlos's violent mood swings could not be suppressed even by the coffin boards made by Kael'thas himself. His consciousness quickly left the dream world and returned to his body.
At the last moment before waking up, Carlos finally touched the remaining fragments of Ashkandi's soul. At that moment, Carlos seemed to be Ashkandi in the middle of a fierce battle. Through the unique vision of the arakkoa, Onyxia, the black dragon princess, was not the only one hiding on the cliff in the distance to watch the excitement. The seven giant black beasts were lying or standing, helpless or joking, but not anxious, just watching Nefarian, the agent of the Black Dragon Legion, suffer.
That is just suffering.
Feeling Ashkandi's last mental fluctuations, Carlos woke up.
"Don't ask anything, I want to be quiet."
Opening his eyes, Carlos interrupted Kael'thas' curiosity first, stood up, pulled up a chair and sat down casually.
The solution of a question often leads to a series of questions, and one confusion is usually followed by even greater confusion.
There was no need to guess the fate of the arakkoa Ashkandi, but Carlos thought he would see a mystery and suspense drama, but unexpectedly he watched an Azeroth action movie.
When recalling dreams, his thinking ability was restricted. After quitting meditation, Carlos quickly figured out something.
Combined with his experience at the ceremony site, Carlos couldn't help but widen his eyes.
No matter you, the Dark Iron Dwarf or the Crow Man and the Black Dragon, they were all tricked!
Immediately afterwards, Carlos the Warrior and Carlos the Detective both made way for King Carlos!
Nefarian's injury! ! !
Nefarian, who cannot transform back into the black dragon form, is not qualified to lead the Black Dragon Legion. So with the Thorium Brotherhood's previous commitment, the alliance's southern expedition troops can attack the orc tribe with all their strength without worrying about the attitude of the Black Dragon Legion.
Nefarian's injuries must be investigated.
Carlos's heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly. The gears of history had already jumped, and the opportunity to create a new history was right in front of him.
"Are you feeling better? I prepared a side-soothing potion for you."
Seeing that Carlos had returned to normal, Kael'thas came over and handed him a cup of fragrant drink.
"Thank you. By the way, do you know a guy named Mario? He should be quite famous in your mage world."
Carlos was curious about Ashkandi's last obsession, and he had a direct feeling that this Mario was the mastermind behind it.
"I don't know him. If you want to find someone, you can go to the Kirin Tor and find Archmage Lewis. He is a very eye-catching news dealer."
After Kael'thas thought for a moment, he gave his reply.
Sure enough, Mario is probably a pseudonym, and it’s useless to look for Master Louis. I might as well look for the Mushroom Man or Princess Bichi...
Princess Bichi... When Carlos was complaining in his heart, he suddenly realized that he could really ask Bichi... the Black Dragon Princess!
Black Dragon Princess - Onyxia.
With this reasoning ability, I'm a genius.
In his excitement, Carlos suddenly stood up and hugged Kael'thas.
Then the Holy Shield and the Magic Shield were triggered at the same time, and the torrent of holy light and arcane spells caused a small storm, turning the surrounding area into a mess.
Kael'thas, who was holding the cup in his hand, looked dumbfounded.
"I owe you a favor, for the Alliance!"
Carlos let go of his arms and held his shoulders instead. Carlos couldn't see Kael'thas's face clearly. In order to show his sincerity, he had to widen his eyes.
Looking at Carlos's kind face, Kael'thas only had four letters in his heart——mdzz.
