Duke, who watched this scene in the magical eye, held the forehead, and these funny dragons were still dazzled by hatred. If he had not had to vent his anger before he could take action, Nesario would have been able to achieve the "Lying Corpse Sword Technique".

Although it makes sense that the villain dies because he talks too much, from another perspective, it is necessary to understand that when their hatred that is deeper than the sea and wider than the sky finally succeeds in venting it, no one will be willing to lose his opponent immediately.

What to say is to do first and then pretentiously recite the eulogy because the hatred is not deep enough.

If you have been thinking about revenge every ten thousand years, every minute and every second, you will definitely be more crazier than Marigos, and you will be even more reluctant to kill Nesario immediately.

When Nesario betrayed, Marigos pulled the entire Blue Dragon Army up to fight desperately. As a result, his wife was killed and a large number of dragon sons and grandsons were destroyed.

No one can stand this kind of thing.

Even if Alextasa wants to start quickly, he will be stopped by Marigos.

Okay, the one behind him finally took action.

The four ancient gods of Azeroth, Enzos.

Of course, it was not his own actions, but judging from the reactions of the four dragon kings, it should be that the senior elf minister who took the lead in seducing Queen Azshara, the nightmare king of Savis, who was the next generation, ten thousand years ago.

Only he can erode the jade dream controlled by Isera and transform it into the so-called "Emerald Nightmare" in a short period of time.

Just as Savis took action through the Emerald Nightmare, directly affecting the three guardian dragons, and eroding Isera's Emerald Dream, Nesario, who fell to the bottom of the lake like a paralyzed corpse, suddenly took action.

Like a spring that was pressed to the extreme, it bounced back sharply.

A thick black lightning flashed out from the bottom of the lake, and shot into the sky with a bang, as if it was about to head straight to the south.

"No" Marigos let out the most shrill roar.

Useless!

A new wave of nightmare is coming again.

Even if Savis doesn't know where to hide and release this move, the power of nightmare is actually quite limited. According to the ability of several guardian dragons, at most another wave of nightmare hallucinations will be invalid. The total number of front and back is only ten seconds.

But at this moment, the most critical ten seconds are really deadly.

Enough to make the dead-blooded Death Wings run away without a trace.

Will you find such a good opportunity to deal with him next time?

Duke couldn't imagine it.

But Duke is unwilling to give up!

The four guardian dragons are too useless, right? I have made great efforts to calculate and use the time travel plug-in. I have arranged such a perfect game. You can't kill Nasario. How can you let me feel at ease to continue working with you in the future?

Not willing to accept it!

Don't want to!

Resentful!

But so what?

A feeling of depression accumulated in Duke's heart. Aurelia noticed with pain that Duke's fingernails had been deeply pinched into the sand's armrest.

She knew that although Duke looked like he had planned it and entered the play mode, Duke was actually more concerned about the life and death of Death Wings than anyone else.

She could clearly feel Duke's faint fear of Nesario in his heart.

Indeed, what if there is the one-fifth platinum disc used for early warning? The reputation of Death Wings is not blown out. If Nesario turns into a human form and sneaks into Duke, who can guarantee that the four dragon kings will be able to provide timely support at critical moments.

Even if Duke can be saved, what about Duke's relatives and friends? Where is Duke's territory? What about the people?

Everything in the world is simply a sand castle that can be pushed down with one push in front of this fierce and unparalleled evil ancient dragon.

Seriously, Duke definitely hopes that Nesario will die than anyone else.

Aurelia really didn't want to see Duke who pretended to be relaxed, and finally immersed in pain and fear.

But what can a mere mortal? This is not a realm that mortals can intervene!

At this moment, Duke suddenly noticed that there was a small black dot above the airspace of Nesario's advance.

That was a griffin.

Above the griffin, there was a man in golden armor.

He used the golden sacred scripture he held in his left hand to pray for a prayer that he had repeated thousands of times.

His armor is very different from the styles of the Knight Lordaeron and the Knight armor of any country on the Great Six. Its right shoulder porch is a huge golden wing, and the right arm under the shoulder porch carries an extremely heavy warhammer.

The griffin he was riding made a dissatisfied hissing, complaining that he was too heavy.

He finished his prayer and smiled at the griffin: "Long guy, after I go down, you can go back by yourself. I should be dead."

No fear of death.

Only incredible devotion to faith.

With his farewell words, the griffin seemed to feel the determination of the temporary master and screamed softly, as if he wanted him to give up this bad idea.

But he ignored it.

The dazzling golden holy light wrapped around the heavy white background and gold-edged armor from top to bottom. Soon, no matter whether the armor turned out to be white, blue or other colors, all began to shine with golden light.

He suddenly disappeared from the griffin's back.

Falling down!

His hammer, his armor, his light transformed into one, forming a shiny and dazzling golden comet.

The direction the comet was moving forward was aimed at the route of Nesario's escape. If there were no accidents, two rays of light, one black and one gold would meet in mid-air in three seconds.

Even if he was seriously injured, Nesario was still agile enough to avoid the Paladin who jumped out of the sky and committed suicide.

But Nesario refused to dodge.

That’s right! The four dragon kings can chase me, the Wings of Death, you, a small human, dare to stop me, the real overlord of the sky!?

Nesario did not dodge or avoid, so he opened his mouth and bit it in one bite.

The walls of Lordaeron collapsed, and at least 100,000 people in the city witnessed this scene, and almost everyone called out the name of the alliance hero.

"Uther!!"

This great paladin once again showed the world his unparalleled courage.

Not everyone has the courage to jump from a thousand meters above the sky!

Not everyone has the courage to face the Wings of Death!

Not everyone has the courage to die generously!

He dares because his name is Uther!

There was no suspense, and the extremely dazzling holy light in the eyes of humans was knocked away by Nesario.

However, he won two seconds.

Two precious seconds.

But it's not enough!

Aurelia showed in fear that the person she loved the most had disappeared from her side.

No one knows why Duke can teleport behind Uther in an instant.

Anyway, as the military and civilians in the city were watching, a huge fist composed of arcane energy suddenly appeared, and with an extremely gorgeous right hook, he hit the black dragon's ugly face along the blind spot of Nesario's vision.

"Nezario I! Go! You! Great! Master!"

Nesario was dizzy.

When he came to his senses, the four guardian dragons pounced on him again.
Chapter completed!