Chapter 515: Three Dragons Enter the Scene

"Sneaky boy, did you think you could deceive me?" With a voice as calm and scornful as a ghost's, the black-haired man who had suddenly appeared waved his hand, and Duke was dead.

Duke had tried to resist.

Sadly, his attempt was so feeble, so laughable, like a firefly trying to outshine the sun.

The Ice Barrier finally came into play at the very last moment.

It had missed by just an inch. The casually thrown black flames would have turned Duke to ash, but the powerful defense of the ice element had protected Duke... for barely a second.

Just as in the ages to come, both the paladin's invincibility and the mage's ice block could be dispelled. In the face of greater, more concentrated power, so-called absolute defense was nothing but a joke.

Deathwing, the one who stood at the pinnacle of Azeroth's power, was not something a mere Morningstar mage like Duke could resist.

Duke was dead, instantly slain without suspense.

Right in front of Alexstrasza.

The poor Red Dragon Queen had thought she could be free again, only to find that the glimmer of hope was just a prelude to a deeper and darker nightmare.

"Neltharion!" Alexstrasza roared in rage. She was truly angry! With all the indignation and grievances she had suffered for months, she angrily roared at Neltharion.

But it was to no avail.

Nekros was dead, and the Demon Soul had merely lost its master temporarily. This did not mean that the bonds on her had been lifted.

She could only look up at the high and mighty Neltharion, as helpless and desperate as a weak woman who could be violated over and over again.

Neltharion, no, now he should be called Deathwing, appeared in his human form. His entire face was still shrouded in dark black mist, and all that could be seen were his eyes, full of disdain.

"Heh heh! Well, I never expected that you, hailed as the most beautiful in the dragon realm, would have fallen to this state. You really opened my eyes, Alexstrasza..."

"Neltharion..." The queen gritted her teeth.

"Don't call me by that name!!" A light rebuke caused a strong wind to blow through the vast cave, and the queen's long, fiery red hair was blown straight by the gust.

After his rage, Deathwing's voice softened again. He reached out with his sharp-nailed left hand, grabbed the queen's chin, and twisted her whole body up.

"Spit!" The queen spat directly at Deathwing.

However, the spit suddenly stopped in mid-air and vanished the next instant.

"I originally wanted to send that filthy thing back to your face, but that would be a desecration to all dragons. So thank me, dear Alexstrasza." The Black Dragon King's sharp claws grazed the queen's delicate face, easily scratching out bloody marks.

The queen's face was ruined but healed instantly.

As the Life-Binder, her healing abilities were almost limitless, as long as her power was not completely depleted.

But...

The Red Dragon Queen's entire body was shaking violently.

"You must be touched. I'm not interested in you. As long as I get what I want, it doesn't matter whether you become a lowly orc slave or a vile human plaything. Heh heh heh!"

He flung Alexstrasza aside and walked towards the back.

There lay several huge dragon eggs, glowing with a red brilliance. However, the flames around the eggs had almost dissipated, and their light was like a candle about to go out, unable to protect the eggs any longer.

"Bang!" Neltharion waved his hand, and the last protection on the eggs shattered.

At that moment, she understood everything.

Why had the Demon Soul, missing for nearly ten thousand years, suddenly appeared? Why had this terrible artifact, specifically designed to suppress dragons, fallen into the hands of the orcs? Why had the orcs found her so perfectly, capturing her without warning? Why had the orcs cleverly broken her resistance through mental and physical torture, making more red dragons obey the Horde? And why had Duke come to rescue her...

All the answers were clear!

Only a Guardian Dragon truly understands another Guardian Dragon. From beginning to end, it was all Neltharion's plot. His ultimate goal was her dragon eggs—Neltharion probably wanted to use her eggs to hatch a new type of evil dragon, the most wicked and unimaginable, to obey him!

Alexstrasza screamed in despair, "No—don't touch them!"

Neltharion ignored her, laughing coldly and continuing his action.

The queen was desperate! She choked! Tears of sorrow flowed freely.

Who...

Who will save me?

Save the children I might have!

I'm willing to give everything for it!

As if heaven had heard her deepest prayer in despair.

A miracle truly happened.

Right in front of Neltharion, a burst of green light suddenly appeared.

A portal?

In the next instant, Deathwing's entire movement suddenly slowed down, as if he had been forcibly pulled into slow motion. Then, a blue light burst from the green portal, sending Deathwing flying.

"Boom!" The overwhelming magical power shot him into the cave ceiling, turning him into a cannonball, breaking through the entire Grim Batol fortress's underground rock layer, and blasting him into the sky.

Three figures, both strange and familiar, appeared beside Alexstrasza.

Though her eyes were obscured by tears, she sensed who they were through their energy.

"Ysera? Nozdormu? Malygos!?"

Ysera nodded with a smile, then sighed, "Sorry, you know, we can't touch that thing either. Now let's deal with Neltharion."

Yes, the Guardian Dragons had shot themselves in the foot. Once, intelligent life was scarce on Azeroth, apart from the dragons. So when they found they couldn't destroy the Demon Soul, they cast a spell that prevented any dragon or dragonkin from using it.

Now, as they helplessly watched the artifact before them, the three great Guardian Dragons were helpless, unable to even rescue their companion.

It was a bitter irony.

With that said, the three human-like figures nodded at each other and vanished.

The next second, a terrifying roar of four Guardian Dragons resounded in the sky. A 3 V1 dragon battle had begun.