Volume 2: The Road to Dragon Feast Chapter 107: Neltharion's Fury
boom!
A violent force quickly expanded in Murphy's body, breaking through the seal, tearing his flesh and blood, and distorting his shape. His body instantly grew to as tall as a hill. His skin was covered with dragon scales, dragon wings that covered the sky grew on his back, his dragon eyes were like the flames of hell, and his dragon horns were like tall towers striking the clouds.
The change was so rapid, so violent, and so direct that at that moment, Murphy felt as if he was torn apart. It was extremely tragic and painful.
But soon, as he adapted to the body of the Black Dragon King and felt the power of the earth's protection surging in his body, the pain dissipated, and was replaced by an incomparable feeling of joy with infinite power.
"Such a powerful force!" Murphy - or rather Deathwing murmured to himself, feeling a surge of relief and ecstasy in his heart that was finally unrestricted.
He did not act in a hurry, but checked Deathwing's skills first. Although he felt that as long as Deathwing appeared, the civil war would soon be resolved. Based on his understanding of the black dragon clan, no dragon in the black dragon army dared to challenge Deathwing's majesty, but just in case, he still had to be prepared for action.
Besides, he was also looking forward to what kind of skill system this powerful BOSS would have.
What is unexpected but reasonable is that Deathwing's skill system and Morpheus' skill system are actually very similar, both of which are from the black dragon clan.
1. Dragon Breath Flame. 2. Dragon Language Magic. 3. Melee Combat Skills. 4. Power of Command. 5. Flying Skills.
Unlike Morpheus who majored in dragon's breath and flames and minored in flying skills, Deathwing's skill system is very comprehensive. He has almost maxed out all five types of talents and skills. There are so many talents, specialties and enhanced attributes that it is hard to keep up with them. There are also many blood talents and extraordinary skills that Morpheus has never seen before.
Unfortunately, due to the soul stripping, all dragon language magic is displayed as unusable , which is somewhat regrettable.
In addition, the ultimate skill called [Cataclysm] is also in a gray state and cannot be used.
Fortunately, the other four skills can be used.
Murphy ignored those messy passive effects and directly checked the active skills that could be used.
Everything is burned, raging flames, lava bursting, tearing the earth apart, meteor showers, death rushes, underground evil fire, molten purgatory, destructive gaze, giant jaws, roaring fear, source armor...
Wow, the skill names are more domineering than each other. You can tell they are all awesome skills just by listening to the names.
Murphy quickly glanced through the skill descriptions. He couldn't fully understand them, but at least he had to roughly understand how these skills worked, so that he wouldn't be at a loss when a fight came.
Wang Xuan on the other side was a little anxious.
Wang Xuan (Saint Envoy of the Divine Realm): "I say, hurry up and act. What are you waiting for?"
Deathwing Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Shut up, you little mortal, you noisy fly. I, Deathwing, don't need you to teach me how to do things."
Wang Xuan (Holy Envoy of the Divine Realm): "Damn it, Mo Fei, what do you mean by this..."
Boom! The huge dragon claw slapped directly in front of Wang Xuan, and cracks appeared on the ground. The impact wave made Wang Xuan's clothes flutter, and also interrupted his words.
Wang Xuan took a step back and took a defensive posture. The Black Dragon King's eyes were flashing with madness and rage, and he was so scared that he almost thought he was going to fight him.
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "My name is Deathwing, the Destiny of the Destroyer, the End of All Things, unstoppable and irresistible. I am the Cataclysm! Do not try to challenge my wrath - insignificant mortals, that will be a price you cannot bear."
Wang Xuan was stunned. Is this guy crazy? After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized, "Oh my god, this guy is really into the role, right?" "Okay, okay, I'll bear it."
He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that you are great and please continue.
Murphy sneered. He was not targeting Wang Xuan intentionally, but getting into a role was sometimes a state of mind. It was not just about acting, but more importantly, it was about completely believing that you were that character. In the past, he had transformed into Morpheus, and now he would transform into Deathwing, whether it was a bit of a middle school student, self-hypnosis, or experiential acting.
In short, at this moment, his emotions have been brought into the black dragon king who is arrogant, crazy and tyrannical, but has mastered the ancient wisdom.
He originally thought that it would be difficult to play Deathwing. After all, compared with Morpheus, he was a more complicated existence. However, when he lifted the seal and gained the power of Deathwing, this change in mentality was almost completed naturally.
At this time he said with disdain.
"Alright, mortals, don't worry. Those dragon cubs won't really do anything. I know too well the cunning, sinisterness, and selfishness hidden deep in their hearts. No black dragon lord will make a real sacrifice for the power of others. Unless the majority bullies the few and the strong bullies the weak, they will always only express their support with words and show their courage with conspiracies. Wait here, I'll leave now, and this farce will be over soon."
After saying that, he suddenly spread his wings, and the huge black dragon king soared into the sky.
Wang Xuan hurriedly turned on his farsightedness skill again and paid close attention to the situation on the scene.
At the same time - above the Obsidian Temple:
Nefarian (Prince of Black Dragon): "Black Dragon Lords, I am the son of Deathwing, High-ranking Black Dragon Lord Nefarian. My father is missing. As his son, I must assume the responsibility of leading the Black Dragon Legion. Do you want to challenge my father's majesty? Make a wise choice and swear allegiance to me. This is your last chance!
If you refuse, you will soon understand what a tragic end those enemies who dare to stand against the Black Dragon Legion will suffer. "
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Shut up, you useless coward, you have no right to say these things. You were the first one to flee in the Battle of Dalaran, cowering in front of those human mages, abandoning your compatriots and running away. Is this what you call taking responsibility?
Humph, besides, Lord Deathwing is just missing. For us black dragons, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye. You are not qualified to inherit the title of the Black Dragon King at all."
Onyxia (Black Dragon Princess): "Nefarian, Morpheus, the two of you should stop fighting. There is no need for things to develop to this point."
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "Shut up, you bitch. As the descendant of Deathwing, you are actually helping this outsider."
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "You should shut up, you bastard. Oni is also a member of the Black Dragon Lords. You have no right to tell her what to do. Apologize to her now and beg for her forgiveness, and I will give you a forgiving ending."
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "Hahaha, are you crazy, Morpheus? Don't think you can fight . The high-ranking lords all support me. You have no chance of winning at all."
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Hahahaha, you are the dragon who should wake up. Why do you think they support you? It's just because you are weaker and easier to control. Once you become the King of Black Dragons, they can manipulate you and seek benefits for themselves. At that time, the other dragons will suffer. I represent the true will of the dragon race."
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "Hahahahahaha, this is ridiculous. Public opinion is nothing. The Black Dragon Clan respects strength. Only the strong are qualified to control everything."
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Hahahahahahaha, oh, is that so? So you think you are a strong one, then how about this, let's compete here and see who is the stronger one."
These words made Nefarian so angry that he was speechless for a moment. Although his dragon language magic was powerful, in a one-on-one fight, he was obviously not as advantageous as the ancient black dragon's huge body.
Morntrisha (High-ranking Black Dragon Lord): "Don't waste your time talking to him, Nefarian. Just start the fight! We will support you!"
Kutrafist (Ancient Black Dragon): "Yes, do it! We are behind you. You are the descendant of Lord Neltharion, and you should lead the Legion!"
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Is someone calling my name?"
A low and hoarse voice came from the clouds. The voice was low but contained an indescribable powerful force. It penetrated the clouds, air, forest and the thick walls of the Obsidian Temple. For a moment, the whisper resounded through the sky.
The black dragons changed color instantly and looked up at the sky, only to see the clouds stirring and a terrifying black dragon with a wingspan of over 200 meters swooping down like a shield covering the sky. Deathwing flew directly over the dragons, and the fierce airflow caused by it caused the dragons to scatter in the wind. The smaller ones couldn't even keep their balance and flew around like fallen leaves.
Deathwing seemed to be completely unconcerned about the scene he had created and spread his wings to hover above the Obsidian Temple.
The storm raised by its wings made it seem as if a hurricane had appeared over the temple. All the black dragons were stunned by this sudden scene.
"Father-father!" Nefarian was stunned.
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "My dear son, come here and let me see what gives you such courage and ambition to actually prepare to take over my position."
There was a hint of cruelty in Deathwing's tone, but Nefarian could not muster up any resistance. On the contrary, no matter how much fear he was in his heart, he could only fly over obediently. The next second, Deathwing's huge dragon claw grabbed his neck and pressed him onto the dome of the temple.
Murphy squeezed Nefarian's dragon head with his dragon claws, watching the indescribable fear emerge on the reptile's face. It was the first time that Murphy saw such a rich expression on a non-human face.
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "I heard you keep claiming I'm dead. Do you want to be the Black Dragon King? Then show me your power. Use all your strength to fight me. Let me see if that power is worthy of your ambition to be king."
Murphy exerted a little force, and the dragon's face was almost deformed under his pressure. However, facing this father who had frightened him all his life, Nefarian could not muster the slightest desire to resist.
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "No, no, this is a complete misunderstanding. I'm just, I'm just worried about you, yes, yes, I'm worried about you."
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Humph, your lies are so ridiculous, your strength is so weak, cunning and ambition are not bad things, but look at you, you don't even have the courage to fight me?
My dear son, you disappoint me so much."
Murphy looked down into Nefarian's eyes. For a few seconds, he felt an inexplicable murderous intent in his heart. Nefarian's fearful look made him happy, but his cowardly look made him angry.
He wanted to tear this useless and unfilial son to pieces, wanted to kill all the black dragon lords who dared to test his bottom line, wanted to vent his anger to his heart's content, and as if he could sense the murderous intent, Nefarian began to tremble in fear - he almost wailed for mercy.
Fortunately, Murphy still remembered the purpose of his visit. He suppressed his murderous intent, grabbed Nefarian's neck and threw him into the air.
Nefarian fluttered his wings to keep his balance in the air. He was too afraid to approach, but also too scared to leave.
Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Go away, rebellious son, go back to Blackrock Spire. Before I summon you, don't let me see your useless stupid face. As for the rest of you - a war is about to begin. Go back to your own territories to gather strength, breed more offspring, cultivate more dragon warriors, and wait for my next order."
Nefarian and the black dragon lords beside him fled with their tribes as if they had been pardoned.
The Black Dragon King looked towards the sky on the other side.
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Morpheus, come here."
