Chapter 612: The Death of Neltharion

Watching through the Eye of Magic, Duke clutched his forehead in disbelief. These absurd dragons, blinded by their hate. If they hadn't insisted on venting their fury first, Neltharion would have been "laid low by the sword" already.

It's true villains often die because they talk too much. But looking from another perspective, one must understand that when they finally get a chance to vent their deep-seated grudges, anyone would hesitate before finishing off their foe.

Striking first and then monologuing is a sign of shallow hatred.

If you've been plotting revenge every second for ten thousand years, you would be more unhinged than Malygos and equally reluctant to quickly finish off Neltharion.

When Neltharion betrayed, Malygos rallied his entire Blue Dragonflight to fight. His mate was killed, countless dragon descendants wiped out.

It's too much for anyone to bear.

Even if Alexstrasza wanted to strike quickly, Malygos would have stopped her.

Finally, a force in the background makes its move.

One of Azeroth's four Old Gods: N'Zoth.

Of course, it wasn't him directly. But judging from the reactions of the four Dragon Aspects, it was probably Xavius, the Nightmare Lord, who seduced Queen Azshara's higher elves ten thousand years ago.

Only he could corrupt Ysera's Emerald Dream, turning it swiftly into the so-called "Emerald Nightmare".

As Xavius acted through the Nightmare, directly influencing three of the Guardian Dragons and corrupting Ysera's Emerald Dream, the fallen Neltharion at the bottom of the lake suddenly moved.

Like a tightly coiled spring suddenly releasing.

From the lake's depths, a thick bolt of black lightning shot into the sky, seemingly aiming for the southern horizon.

"No—," Malygos let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Useless!

A new wave of nightmare struck.

Even if Xavius' location is unknown, the nightmare's strength is somewhat limited. According to the capabilities of the Guardian Dragons, another wave of nightmare illusions would become ineffective. At most, it would last ten seconds.

But at this juncture, those crucial ten seconds were lethal.

Enough for a critically wounded Deathwing to vanish without a trace.

Would there be another such perfect opportunity to deal with him?

Duke couldn't imagine.

But Duke was not content!

Are the four Guardian Dragons that incompetent? After all my meticulous planning and using time-traveling cheats, setting up such a perfect trap, you all can't kill Neltharion. How can I trust collaborating with you in the future?

Resentment!

Reluctance!

Outrage!

But what can be done?

Duke's frustration built up. Alleria noticed, with pain, that Duke's fingernails had dug deeply into the armrest of the sofa.

She knew that, despite Duke's relaxed demeanor, he was more concerned about Deathwing's fate than anyone else.

She could keenly feel Duke's faint fear of Neltharion.

Indeed, what if Deathwing, in humanoid form, ambushed Duke? Who could guarantee that the four Dragon Aspects would arrive in time to assist?

Even if they could save Duke, what about his friends? His territories? His subjects?

Against the formidable ancient dragon, everything seemed as fragile as a sandcastle.

Honestly, Duke would rather see Neltharion dead more than anyone else.

Alleria didn't want to see Duke, pretending to be relaxed, end up engulfed in pain and fear.

But what could a mere mortal do? This wasn't a realm for mortals to intervene!

At that moment, Duke suddenly noticed a small black dot above Neltharion's flight path.

It was a gryphon.

Atop the gryphon was a man in golden armor.

In his left hand, he held a golden tome, repeatedly making the same motion - praying.

His armor was different from the paladins of Lordaeron or any other kingdom. A large golden wing adorned his right shoulder, and beneath this shoulder armor, his right arm held an incredibly heavy warhammer.

The gryphon, burdened by his weight, let out a discontented shriek.

Finishing his prayer, he smiled at the gryphon, "Big guy, after I jump, you return. I'm probably going to die."

No fear or unease about death.

Only unwavering devotion to his faith.

As he bade his farewell, it seemed the gryphon, sensing his master's resolve, let out a low cry, as if trying to persuade him against this dire decision.

But he paid no heed.

A brilliant holy light descended, enveloping the heavy white and gold-trimmed armor. Soon, no matter if the armor was originally white, blue, or any other color, it all began to glow with a golden radiance.

Suddenly, he disappeared from the gryphon's back.

Plummeting!

His hammer, his armor, his light merged into one, forming a bright golden comet.

This comet's trajectory was directly aligned with Neltharion's escape path. If nothing went awry, the black and golden streaks would intersect in mid-air in three seconds.

Even with grievous injuries, Neltharion was agile enough to avoid this suicidal paladin.

But Neltharion chose not to dodge.

Right! The four Dragon Aspects can chase after me, Deathwing, but you, a mere human, dare obstruct the true master of the skies!?

Without dodging, Neltharion simply opened his mouth and tried to bite.

The walls of Lordaeron crumbled, and at least a hundred thousand people witnessed this scene, with almost everyone calling out the name of this Alliance hero.

"Uther!!"

This great paladin once again demonstrated his unparalleled courage.

Not everyone has the courage to jump from the sky.

Not everyone has the courage to face Deathwing.

Not everyone has the courage to face death with such generosity.

But he does, for his name is—Uther!

There was no suspense; the dazzling holy light, in the eyes of humans, was repelled by Neltharion.

But, he bought two seconds.

Precious two seconds.

But it's not enough!

Alleria was horrified to find that the man she loved most had vanished from her side.

No one knew how Duke could teleport instantly behind Uther.

But in the gaze of the entire city's military and civilians, a giant fist made of arcane energy suddenly appeared, launching a spectacular right hook, targeting Neltharion's blind spot, and striking the dragon's ugly face squarely.

"Neltharion— I! Will! End! You!"

Neltharion was dazed.

When he regained his senses, the four Guardian Dragons charged again.

This time, no one could save Neltharion...