My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Really?" Taran was a little convinced--according to his personality, if he had mastered such a powerful thing, he would definitely carry it with him, instead of throwing it away from him like this."Of course it is true, Taran, you fly up and bring that thing to me, I...I will use it to defeat Nesario and give it to me... Give my children revenge!" While enduring the pain of laying eggs, he said to Taran.Its body was trembling with pain, and there was a trace of pity in its voice.

"My Queen..." Taran shook her head, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips, "I'm not an idiot...Give that thing to you...Is it possible for me to live? But what you said..." Taran didn't finish speaking, turned and left this empty room, but his slow footsteps, and the heaviness from his back, seemed to show the change in his mood.

Chapter 215 You are an idiot

The red dragon raised his chin slightly, his huge eyes staring at the door of the empty room after Taran left, his mouth grinned, showing the huge sharp teeth like a sword inside, seeming to be smiling.A slight voice floated from the dragon's mouth, as if vaguely saying: "Huh...you are an idiot!"

Middle-aged human uncle Nesario walked to his laboratory happily-today is a day to be remembered!Not only saw the hope of escape from death in the future, but also found a way to improve the combat power of the young dragon.Neltharion decided to wait for the end of the matter here, and transform all the black dragon's young dragon eggs into a dragon beast unique to the black dragon.

Of course, Nesario's experiment is not over.The energy of the baby dragon egg is injected into the body of the orc, and a powerful dragon beast will be born... Then if it is injected into the body of other races, will it have a similar effect?Thinking of this, Nesario couldn't wait, and wanted to go north and catch a few humans or high elves to try it out.

But... after that infatuated sister can't stand the power of the demon soul, give in and give birth to a dragon egg that can produce a giant dragon... Before that, maybe you can find a few in the orc army The ogres come to experiment, or those cavemen that burrow around in Grim Batol like mice...

Thinking of this, Neltharion felt that the blood in his body had already started to boil-oh no, it was really boiling, and white steam had begun to emerge from under his black and red robe, as if he His body is a kettle, and now the water in the kettle has been boiled by the fire.

"Damn..." Nesario still pays more attention to his appearance, otherwise he wouldn't slaughter his experimental creation just because of a few drops of saliva on his robe.(Well, Nesario's brain must be problematic. The blood splashed out after the dragon beast is cut into pieces will not stain his clothes...)

Nesario didn't notice. Behind him, Taran was hiding in the shadow of the houses on the street, staring at the changes in his body."The queen is right... Nesario is indeed pretending to be strong now. The injuries he suffered ten thousand years ago are not healed!" Taran clenched his fist, seeming to encourage himself Generally speaking to himself in a low voice.

Although ten thousand years is a very long period of time, Taran still remembers that after slaughtering the entire blue dragon race, Nesario's huge body, the fierce flames that spewed out of his body, shattered his body. ."Maybe... I can really defeat him? Defeat a... guardian dragon?"

There was more white gas coming out of Nesario's robe. In addition, the bluestone floor under his feet, with his feet as the center, began to spread out gradually."It's hot...it hurts..." Nesario's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. He staggered and ran away like a wider area, leaving behind a trail of...fire. Red footprints.

Taran looked at Neltharion's running awkward figure, flashed out from where he was hiding, came to the place where Neltharion was just standing, and squatted down.The indestructible bluestone floor was already burning red, and Taran couldn't help but reach out to touch the footprints left by Nesario, deeply sunken into the ground.

Frowning slightly, Taran retracted his finger.Looking at the carbon black on his fingertips, Taran didn't rush to brush it away, but stood up a little excited and looked in the direction where Nesario had left.Nesario's figure has long since disappeared among the rows of street houses.

But...Talan looked at the still reddish footprints on the ground, with a cruel smile at the corners of her mouth, her figure flashed, and disappeared in place—Queen...Although you may not forgive me, if I hit Killing Neltharion... should make up for my fault!

Nesario ran stumblingly in the streets of Grim Batol, his heart was surrounded by fire, and now he just wanted to wreak havoc to vent his physical pain.But in his heart, there is still a trace of clarity-if it is destroyed here, then... those dragon eggs placed in his laboratory will also turn into fly ash at any time.

The other dragon eggs don’t matter... The one carefully selected by me has been injected with the energy of three guarding dragons, but Nesario is an extremely important item in the plan to restore the five-color dragon. Therefore, Nesari Ao intends to stay away from his laboratory as much as possible while he can still control the violence in his heart.

"Neltario, where are you going?" A familiar voice came from behind.Nesario stopped impatiently, did not hide his disgust, turned his head and said to Taran, who was standing behind Yuza Yuza, "What's up with you? You are not there to please my sister, and ran to me. What are you doing here?"

"Nesario...what's wrong with your body?" Taran didn't seem to hear the unkindness in Nesario's tone, and asked pretending to be surprised.Now, Nesario's body is not just white gas coming out of his body, some red and magma-like substances are emerging from his body, corroding the black and red robe he is proud of. .

"It's none of your business...you despicable traitor...I must remind you that if you haven't won my sister's favor within three days, you will have no final use value to me. Now!" Nesario gave an ultimatum to Taran, a nasty guy who doesn't know the current affairs, and then he planned to turn around and leave.

"I know... I know... Neltharion. But... what else is better than killing a black dragon to please my sister?" Taran stretched out his right hand and placed it on In front of him, on the crystal white fingertips, a touch of jet black was particularly conspicuous.

"Black Dragon? Kill?" Neltharion slowly turned around-he jumped down from Taran-the middle-aged human uncle's facial expression was distorted, and his hair and beard were no longer consistent. In his neat appearance, the flaming lava flowed from his face and dripped across his cheeks, leaving black burn marks.

"Yes, kill a black dragon. Especially a guardian dragon... Neltharion, your head will be my wedding gift to the queen!" After the initial shock, Taran confirmed the queen's words. ——The current Nesario is just a bravado and weak. Although he has the power to protect the dragon, he is now just a person who is about to be swallowed by the old troubles in his body, waiting for Taran to harvest his life. Just prey!

Chapter 216 You are such an idiot

"Are you... an idiot?" Although it has been corroded by the magma flowing out of the body into a human form, in Nesario's tone, thick doubts and ridicule can still be clearly heard, "An ordinary dragon Challenge the guardian dragon? Hahahaha...Talan, are you an idiot?"

"Huh... Just do the last struggle! Nesario, I will die your last disguise, so that you can understand that my love for the queen...yes, my love for the queen is what I have Strength!" Taran seemed a little excited, confessing loudly to the "queen" who was not present.

"Love... well, then, I will let you find love in death!" Neltharion's hair and beard began to burn under the action of magma, and his robes were completely burned; however, the flames covered , Not human skin, but thick black mist.

With Nesario’s last painful roar, flames and black fog filled the entire area where he and Taran were. Under the dim light from countless torches on the street corner, a huge black object emerged from the dense fog. Reveal the figure.The fire light reflected its shadow on the bluestone floor and the walls of the folk houses.

The huge shadow twisted and struggled. In the end, an evil and huge form was fixed-an extremely huge black dragon appeared on a square in Grim Batol.This dragon is so huge that Taran is as small as a maggot in front of him; even the red dragon that crawls in the secret room and lays its eggs cannot match the black dragon. The size of the wing.

"Roar~" A deafening roar erupted from the black dragon's mouth.As its wings flapped, the huge body that could not be described in words slowly rose into the dome of Grim Batol up to the top of the mountain.Countless houses on the street were destroyed by the strong wind brought by the flapping of this black dragon's wings. The hard bluestone material was as fragile as a thin sheepskin scroll in this boundless power.

Different from other dragons, the body of this black dragon seems to be covered with a layer of metal armor-this is really a matter of suspicion, dragons yearn for freedom, how can it be installed on their body? Restrained like a saddle and chew?Moreover, the body of this giant dragon is constantly pouring hot magma-like liquid, falling from the air to the ground, melting the bottom of the bluestone and the roofs of the houses into huge pits.However, this metal armor did not melt in this hot magma?

"This... how is this possible? Queen she..." Taran seemed to be shocked by the newly-appearing giant black dragon, and for a while, she had the thought of turning around and running away.However, after thinking about it, Taran laughed complacently again: "Neltharion... you really are bluffing... If you still have the power to guard the dragon, you can completely defeat me in human form... Why do you have such a big fanfare? Haha... Since you want to scare me off like this, then I will do what you want!"

Following the roar of the Taran-like madness, his body began to twist and deform until the robe completely burst, just like when the black dragon appeared before. In a flash, a fiery red dragon appeared. Also appeared in the square.The high head, the long white beard on the chin, the white bones with long horns on top of the head, and the size that is not much thinner than the giant black dragon, gave Talan considerable confidence.

"Roar ~ Neltharion!" The red dragon incarnation of Taran roared and flew up to the sky where Grim Batol couldn't see the top, towards his enemy-the one that seemed suffocating. The black dragon launched an attack.In the shadow of Grim Batol's street corner, a few cavemen peeked out of the tunnel that was dug up at an unknown time, and looked at the unprecedented bloody fight on the sky.

Taran was still a size smaller than the black dragon incarnation of Neltharion, but he was not afraid, and he bit down on Neltharion’s neck straight from the bottom up-even though there was a huge covering The circle has burned a little red, but there is no molten metal armor.

"Hey~hiss~~" A sharp metal rubbing sound sounded, and Taran slipped past Nesario, leaving a scar on the opponent's neck.The thickness of the metal armor made it vulnerable to the giant dragon's sharp teeth and claws.

Although he was injured, the wound was not worth mentioning compared to the black dragon's huge body.Moreover, from the wound that was pierced by Taran, it was not blood, but intense lava."Oh ooh... It's funny, Taran, I always thought you were a coward, a weak... Unexpectedly, you have been hiding your strength." Neltharion's voice came from the black dragon's abdomen.

"Nelthario...you don't deserve to accuse me of being a coward! If you hadn't run away, the war would have been over, and the queen...will not be able to treat that person...maybe you have forgotten it. , Of all the dragons, the oldest is not you guardian dragons, but I, Taranistaz!" The red dragon roared, flapping its wings vigorously, and continued to attack the enemy.

However, this offensive was not so smooth.Neltharion easily avoided Taran's attack, stretched out his neck, and froze one of Taran's wings."Woo~" Taran's miserable howl echoed in Grim Batol's sky. The sound was so loud that the gravel and scattered ash that hadn't been cleaned for a long time on the sky fell to the ground due to the vibration. There was even a caveman fainted by the cry.

However, Nesario is like a cunning old cat playing with mice. He did not easily pull off his opponent's wings. Instead, he shook his sturdy neck contemptuously, and threw out Taran's body, which was not much smaller than himself. The ground hit the dome of Grim Batol and was embedded in it.

The blade-like teeth, several meters long, bit Taran's wings full of holes.However, the physical/physical pain is far from the psychological shock that Taran received."It's impossible!" Taran struggled violently, shaking off pieces of rubble.Talan, who broke free from the rock wall of the sky, struggling to flap his injured wings, and angrily looked at the black dragon in front of him, "How can you be able to resist in front of the devil's soul?"

"Sneez..." Neltharion's voice was full of disdain, "I'm still an idiot after living in vain for so long. Who told you that I will lose my power like my sister under the influence of the demon soul? Five Guardians Among the dragons, I was the only one who did not inject strength into that thing, so I was the only one who would not be bound by that thing. I didn't even figure this out, so I wanted to challenge me?"

Chapter 217 The Death of Taran

"What? It's impossible, Queen she..." Taran's injured left wing showed great pain, but the pain in his heart was even deeper-his favorite queen... the one he loved for tens of thousands of years The queen... actually dug up his grave with her own hands?

"My sister?" Nesario seemed to have understood what happened and couldn't help laughing, "Haha...Talan, you are really an idiot! My sister's hatred of you should not be much smaller than mine. Huh? You believed her? Run to my death? Hahaha..."

In the frantic laughter, Neltharion flapped his wings, came to Taran, and spit out a burst of hot lava.Taran struggled under the burning of magma, twisted, screamed, and finally was unable to resist, and fell like a kite with a broken line toward the square of Grim Batol.

With a loud noise, countless houses collapsed.Those cavemen who were hiding in the shadows, looking at the sky like a giant battle scene, were overwhelmed under the bluestone wall.If they can survive, if they also have their own words, maybe after tens of thousands of years, the dwarf archaeologists can dig out the black and the red in the ground of Grim Batol, or elsewhere. The mural of the giant war!

Neltharion's frenzy seemed to be resolved, his figure slightly shrunk, becoming the original human uncle.The red and black robe was the same as yesterday; the hair style and beard were also restored to their neat state, as if the frantic, death-shaded dragon just now had nothing to do with him.

Slowly landing on the square, Nesario watched carefully, avoiding stepping on the red blood flowing out of Taran's body and coming to the dying Taran.Taran's figure is still huge, but he can't even open the huge longan, he can only half-squint to look at Nesario, and a large amount of plasma is constantly flowing out of his mouth.

"How does death feel?" Neltharion asked slightly mockingly.Taran's mouth seemed to be muttering something, Neltharion was a little confused, so he lowered his body slightly.Maybe it’s getting closer, maybe Taran increased his volume, Neltharion heard what Taran said clearly—"She’s back...hehe... Neltharion, don’t you know... I saw her...Someday, you will be pinched to death in her hands like a loach...In front of her, we are all mortals..."

"She?" Nesario frowned, waved his right hand, and a black light penetrated into Taran's huge head.Without any hindrance, the huge dragon head was cut into pieces like the dragon beast.Somewhat disgustedly, he moved away from the scorched square, Nesario adjusted his robe, turned and walked towards his laboratory.

But as he walked, Nelthario's heart was filled with waves of unknown premonitions-who was the "she" Taran was talking about?Although he is reluctant to admit it, Neltharion does know that there is a woman who can pinch herself to death like a loach... It may take a little effort, but the outcome is certain...

But that woman should have disappeared, just like the blue dragon queen Sindragosa, whom Malygos had not pursued for success, disappeared in the world of Azeroth."No, it won't be that person." Neltharion shook his head, but it was difficult to get rid of the anxiety in his heart. He regretted killing Taran so hastily just now.After thinking about it, Nesario changed his mind and walked to the secret room where the red dragon was held-he decided to meet his sister again to see if he could get more news about the woman.

"This...this...what is this sound?" Vereesa covered her long ears on a street in Grim Batol and stammered."The cry of the dragon." Alsace raised his chin slightly and looked in the direction of the sound, but his sight was blocked by the tall houses.

"Dragon...what kind of dragon is this...this..." Vereesa has also seen dragons, although she only saw dragons in Nanhai Town not long ago...but those young dragons that are less than a few meters in length can make such a sound. ?Even when it was communicated here, Vereesa had to cover her ears to prevent the fragile tympanic membrane from being shattered.

Arthas did not answer, but turned to Frostmourne.Little Demon Sword closed his eyes obediently, and said after a while: "I don't know, I can't detect it." Arthas rolled his eyes-Frostmourne can't detect it, there are only two It may be-either the soul information is obscured by a more powerful existence, or the object being probed is simply a more powerful existence.

No matter what kind of... it is not good news!——Alsace sighed.After moving forward for a while, they finally came to the place where Frostmourne's soul tentacles could not reach.This is an extremely huge room without any guards, not even a door panel. Across the street, only the black holes can be seen inside.

"Then... what shall we do?" Vereesa asked nervously-although a little embarrassed, she was really scared and wanted to escape.Perhaps it was the intuition of the ranger, Vereesa now has the illusion of being stared at by a fierce beast, even the extremely thin hair on the back of his neck can feel the coldness of death.

"Let's go in." Arthas made a decision, then crossed the street without hesitation and entered the black hole room.Frostmourne bounced behind his master.Vereesa flinched, but finally entered the spacious door of that room with Mograine holding the dragon egg.

"Yeah!" As soon as Vereesa entered the room, she was taken aback-the room was not as dark as she had imagined before, but rather bright; but it also made her lie in the room for tens of meters. The long red dragon is more conspicuous.The unique ring-shaped huge double horns with patterns, the wings that covered the whole body weakly drooped on both sides of the body, and the huge eyes, so that the courageous Vereesa could not help but exclaim.