Poor Isera is miserable now.

In the collision of two huge forces just now, even though Nesario restrained his power, the remaining ones still caused terrible damage to Isera's body. The 150-meter-long giant fell from a high altitude to the ground and smashed an unimaginable huge crack on the land of the Dragon Bone Wilderness. Its area will not be smaller than Stormwind City... fully reflecting the terrifying destructive power of these legendary creatures.

Now, judging from the twisted posture of the Green Dragon Queen falling into the earth, her tailbone and three claws had been broken, and this was just the most insignificant injury on her body. On the snow hundreds of meters away from the fall pit that emitted a scorching breath, there was an Isera's torn wings, and the green dragon blood flowed through the wild snowfield three times. The battle between the two dragon kings made all the lives on this land flee in a panic.

Terion looked back at Isera, who was lying in the fetal magma and was unaware of life and death. The Green Dragon Queen had fallen into a seriously injured coma, but the power from the dream was still repairing her body bit by bit. After all, this was a genuine guardian who received the power of Titan tens of thousands of years ago. Although she was beaten so badly by Nesario, her injuries might be completely recovered in a few days.

Of course, the torn wings may take longer to bridge... But Isera's defeat so easily does not mean that Isera is not strong enough. This side-sided battle can only say that Isera chose the wrong opponent, and the battlefield is not in her home Emerald Dream. If it were there, Nesario would definitely not have won so easily.

However, the battle between Nesario and Isera has ended, and the next time will be handed over to two old friends who have not seen each other for a long time.

Maybe, they would want to... talk to each other?

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"I just saw your dragon form."

Terion waved his finger, making the disgusting snow around him much thinner. He looked at Nesario who was not speaking in front of him, and he whispered:

"It looks cool and dazzling. It also has special effects. Actually, I doubt you have found a weird recharge window in Argus, and then threw some gems and some other things inside... I changed my skin, well, maybe I'll wash my new talent."

"Your crazy words are really not funny at all!"

Nesario responded coldly:

"Maybe I'll let you experience the "good" life in Argus, and you won't think that I've forgotten what you did in Draenor, right?"

"No, no! Actually, I've been very busy since I separated from you last time."

Terion shook his head with a smile, and pointed to his head, looking at the hostile dragon of war in front of him:

"I remember clearly what I did to you and your family members, and you see, I smashed your body and threw you into the twisted void, and then I went back to Azeroth and killed the Black Dragon of Black Rock Mountain, oh, by the way... You may not know, to twist your offspring into a brainless frost dragon and serve me... It was a very, very painful process!"

The great lord spread his hands out, just like talking to an old friend:

"Do you remember Nefarion? It is your son. In my opinion, it is the one that looks the most like you. What is its dragon clan name? Victor NaiFarios? It's really hard to say... After killing it, I drained its dragon blood, gave it new power with my own hands, and gave it a new name, I called it... Wings of Frost Cold! This name sounds nice, catchy, right?"

Terion glanced at Nesario with a gloomy face and said again:

"And your daughter, cute, beautiful, beautiful Onyxia... Do you know what I did to her? That cute silly little girl may not know yet. I left some very "funny" things in her spirit... as long as I do this!"

"Bang"

The great lord snapped his fingers in the snow, and he looked at the Dragon of War with a strange smile:

"Just just a light snap of my fingers, my niece Onyxia will become more...beautiful! Actually, I always feel that your nickname "Death Wings" is a bit unworthy of your name. I have always wanted to cultivate a real "Death Wings" with my own hands, so I chose your daughter, my lovely niece Onyxia, she is really suitable, isn't she?"

"You...have you said enough!!!"

"boom"

The words of the Great Lord seemed to finally anger Nesario. He roared, took a step forward, clasped his left hand into a claw, and swung it forward fiercely. The crazy gathering green evil energy gathered like substantial magma and flames in the waving of the claws. In the blink of an eye, a magma dragon claw that was as long as 30 meters long as it seemed to burn the sky. The lifelike claws buckled against Terion's head, as if he was going to bury him on this snow field.

Between the dragon claws pressed down, the snow-covered earth between Nesario and Terion melted wildly, and a stream of high-temperature steam was scattering on the earth.

"Clang"

With a loud bang, the Dragon of War was easily blocked by a certain blow.

At this moment, the cold wind blew away the steam that blocked the battlefield. The extreme coldness that came with the cold wind quickly frozen the earth again. When he saw the existence under the dragon claw, Nesario's eyes tightened.

What appeared in front of him was a dark giant half kneeling on the ground. The giant's whole body was made of cold energy, covered with hideous armor outside its body, with huge double swords inserted into its back, and the head was like an evil ghost warrior walking out of hell. Terion stood there, without moving at all. He just stretched out his finger and shook it. Nesario's evil dragon claw that destroyed everything was easily shattered by the evil ghost warrior.

In the shining of the evil Mars falling on the earth, the evil ghost warrior controlled by Terion slowly stood up. The 7-meter-high death colossus accompanied by Terion's movement of his wrists seemed to be ready for a battle.

Terion, who was floating in the chest of the evil ghost warrior, looked down at the Dragon of War in front of him, and his low voice rang out on the wild snowfield:

"It seems that defeating a poor girl who is not good at fighting has made your mentality expand a lot, Nesario."

"I could ruin you ten years ago when I was weak. It would be easier for me to do it again ten years later... Do you think this world is what you were when you left? Poor old man, you have been abandoned by this era."

"Then take Isera away... She is not that important in my plan, and I am not interested in taking over the current Emerald Dream. That place is simply a source of chaos."

"Um?"

Terion looked back at the Green Dragon Queen Isera who was completely frozen in the fall pit behind him. He looked back at Nesario, and a trace of confusion flashed across the face of the Great Lord:

"When did I say that I came for this stupid girl? Are you deaf in your ears? Nesario."

The Great Lord said frankly:

"I said, I'm just passing by. I don't care what you want to do with Isera at all. Whether it's playing some dirty games or being an egg-laying machine, it has nothing to do with me... You know, on this land, you are the only one I really care about."

"This sounds weird."

Nesario glanced at Terion with a strange expression, and a trace of exploration flashed in his eyes:

"Then I'm curious. Compared to a trophy like Isera, what else can you value so much on this land, even if you can come here in person?"

"Of course it's... something very important."

Terion shrugged:

"Want to know? Then join us... You see, since evil can fill the void position in your body, death can also be done, come on, Nesario, join my camp, and then become the real wing of death... I am doing justice and great things, I need a powerful warrior like you. With your joining, I will save a lot of energy."

"OK."

Nesario threw the handkerchief in his hand into the snow, and he raised his head and looked at Terion:

"Let me be the boss, you become my adjutant, and I promise to join the Dark Blade Legion."

"It's really insincere!"

The Great Lord waved his hand and skipped the topic of obviously joking. His ice-blue eyes stared at Nesario in front of him:

"Tell me, what are you planning? The Legion asked you to return to Azeroth to assist the Fear Demons to collect the Pillars of Creation, but I don't think you are planning to cooperate with them at all, so you are not really seeking to join the Legion, right? I need to confirm this news again... so that it will be bad if some accidental injuries are caused by then."

"You! You really put your own eyes in the legion!"

Nesario narrowed his eyes and looked at Terion:

"And you have a good position. You can know this kind of news. It seems that I really underestimated you before... But since you are so honest, I should also show a little kindness... I am not serving the Legion. A arrogant maniac like Kiljadan is not worthy of my service. I serve a higher power, a god who protects the dragon's former god, and I am for the new..."

"Agrama, the Dark Pantheon...I know!"

Terion interrupted Nesario's meaningless praise, tilted his head and looked at the Dragon of War in front of him, and said seriously:

"But you know what they want to do, right? Do you think they will succeed?"

"It has nothing to do with "I think"!"

Nesario said seriously:

"I just made a judgment based on facts. Unlike the Burning Legion, once the power of the Dark Pantheon extends here, Azeroth has no possibility of surviving. Agrama gave me a choice. For the sake of our former Titan family, he gave us a new hope... It has nothing to do with the Legion! The guardian dragon is just following the former gods again, that's all."

"But I will tell you!"

Terion said word by word of the Dragon of War:

"The Dark Pantheon won't win! You chose the wrong teammate!"

"Oh, why?"

The Dragon of War showed a disdainful smile:

"Just because you vowed to protect this world? Terion, don't be too arrogant to yourself. Even now you are just an ant in their eyes!"

"Then make a bet!"

Terion breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed at the earth beneath his feet, and he whispered:

"I said, Agrama will be buried here, and I will show you with my own eyes how my ant tear apart the giant! If I win, Nesario, you want you to be the real wing of death and join my country of death!"

"Okay! Terion, I will not block your way until the Dark Pantheon arrives, and you... better not disturb me!"

Nesario shrugged, and he turned around without looking back and disappeared into the flying snow:

"As for this bet, I will look forward to it with great expectations, and then wait and see the miracle that you performed..."
Chapter completed!