The scale of this burning lake was astonishing. Regan stood at the entrance of the cave and looked around. He could hardly see the end. The magma in the lake rolled and formed bubbles. When they burst, they evaporated into an unbearable hot steam.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked towards a huge but blurry figure in the middle of the lake.
——It is said to be huge because he is nearly a hundred feet tall. Although the cave itself is not small, it can only accommodate it in height; it is said to be vague because this creature is really tall.
It's too extraordinary. If compared with ordinary fire elemental creatures, this one should be considered very "heroic" - the body that is burning all the time is difficult to look directly at, and the flame essence slowly flowing on it
Like human muscles, he is showing his strength to the enemies or spectators in front of him.
Because of this, Regan couldn't tell any clues from his changing face, but one thing was certain in the knight's mind: the unusual fire element in front of him was definitely the Lord of Fire, the ruler of the Molten Core.
——Ragnaros
At this moment, the Lord of the Fire Element is waving the heavy war hammer in his hand, swatting it into the air like a fly. However, if your eyesight is good enough, you should be able to see a humanoid creature dodging back and forth in mid-air - really.
In a sense, flying in mid-air to avoid the attack of the Fire Demon King is definitely not the same as Regen's "light skill" of gliding, and the levitation skill of ordinary mages who can only move mechanically.
"Nefarian?"
Regen found an inconspicuous stone and hid behind it, frowned at the figure floating freely in the air and said
Ordinarily, one could be so arrogant in front of the King of Fire Demon at this moment, except for the King of Black Stone, but what puzzled the knight was that the guy floating in mid-air in front of him was indeed an ordinary person.
A middle-aged man, could it be that Nefarian is so powerful that he can kill Ragnaros in his human form without changing his body?
Just as he was thinking to himself, the situation on the field had changed. Ragnaros repeatedly missed with his hammer, and his mood gradually became anxious. He roared and shouted to break the opponent's line: "Nefarian, is it possible?
Do you just dodge like those little bugs and don't dare to fight head-on? Deathwing's face has been completely ruined by you, a coward!"
The King of Blackstone was not angry when he heard such an insult, and was still floating in the air unhurriedly: "You are wrong about Ragnaros! If my father were here, I believe he would just take Blackstone Mountain directly.
Todoroki Todoroki is not like me who can discuss things with you in person."
"Hmph! Then don't I still have to thank you?" The Fire Demon King blew out a stream of flames from his nose and pointed at the burning lake at his feet.
Continue to drag me down, and finally use your true body to give me the final blow! Your wishful thinking is really effective, little black dragon!"
Regan followed Ragnaros' hand and saw dozens of dragon corpses rising and falling on the lake. Judging from their huge size, they should all be Nefarian's capable generals, but he didn't expect them.
The King of Blackstone actually used them as cannon fodder without hesitation, just to consume some of Ragnaros' power.
"Sure enough, he is a species of Deathwing. There are really few people who can match him in terms of ruthlessness and ruthlessness." Regen whispered to himself, continuing to watch the collision of the two giants from the cracks in the stone. He knew that if he appeared rashly at this moment, he would probably be killed.
They were directly blasted to pieces by the two canines, so they kept calm and waited for the moment when both of them would lose.
"Fighting against the King of Fire Elemental, I cannot help but be merciful," Nefarian seemed to see the other party's disdain and explained lightly, "Besides, considering your level, do you still feel pity for these incompetent subordinates? I
I don’t think a strong person like you would have such ridiculous emotions.”
"That's right, but you still haven't pointed out the key thing." Ragnaros's eyes flashed with flames. "Although these subordinates are not to be regretted, they are also the help for you to dominate Blackstone Mountain. In the past few years, regardless of
No matter how provocative the Dark Iron Dwarves under my protection are, the Blackrock Orcs rarely respond, but now you have changed your previous timidity and suddenly invaded the Molten Core with great fanfare, and at the expense of all your subordinates... It is difficult for me to imagine that you, Your Excellency
The purpose is just as simple as a black stone mountain!"
Nefarian was stunned after hearing this. He didn't expect that this seemingly simple-minded guy could be so shrewd. He was worthy of being a powerful general under the Ancient God.
"Yes, now that we have reached this point, there is nothing to hide!" the King of Blackstone said proudly, "The reason why I want to capture the Molten Core at any cost is to let my father return to Azeroth.
This will destroy all mortal life!"
"Deathwing is still alive?" Ragnaros was shocked at first, but soon calmed down. He stared at Nefarian with flaming eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Then his return and your attack
What does the Molten Core have to do with it? I don’t think I would like this barren hill!"
The King of Blackstone smiled mysteriously and did not comment on Ragnaros's doubts. "I know that your long-cherished wish for many years is to destroy these Titans' creations and avenge the ancient gods who were sealed back then. But in your current situation, you can't
We can only let those low-level Dark Iron dwarves do some painless harassment."
"So, don't you think that supporting my father's intention can help you fulfill your wish?" Nefarian said seductively with a hint of unknown emotion in his eyes.
"Well..." Ragnaros put down his war hammer hesitantly. He thought for a moment before asking uncertainly, "Then what can I do to help him? You must know that my current strength is less than 10% of the original, and there is no way I can do it."
Leave the Molten Core and survive in the outside world!"
"You don't need to worry about this. What we need is very simple!" Seeing that the hostility of the Fire Demon King seemed to have weakened, Nefarian flew to his side and said in a low voice, "We only need you...
enough!"
"What? Come closer, I can't hear you!" Ragnaros impatiently turned his ear to the other person, motioning for him to come closer and state his request.
"As you command, the great Fire Demon King," Nefarian's eyes flashed with an unknown cold light, "What we want is..."
Just when Regan stretched out his ears to eavesdrop, there was a sudden sudden change and loud noise on the field!
"Shadow Barrage!" The King of Black Stone suddenly shouted loudly after approaching the Fire Demon King. Countless red and black flaming shadow arrows attacked Ragnaros, directly attacking his upper three vitals.
However, the Fire Demon King who was suddenly attacked did not panic. He seemed to have anticipated the opponent's move. He opened his mouth and took a long breath, and swallowed those powerful magic bullets that could destroy an army.
, and then burped unsatisfactorily, looking at the black dragon in front of him with disdain: "Are these the only tricks you have, Nefarian?"
Seeing that the blow failed, the King of Black Stone fled far away, but he was still floating in the air and sneered: "As expected of the four ancient elemental lords, your adaptability is indeed rapid, but I don't know if your strength and reaction are still directly proportional.
?”
Ragnaros's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he felt a sudden burst of uncontrollable pain in his body, and it seemed to be connected to his soul, making the invincible elemental commander couldn't help but roar loudly: "Damn you bitch, you
It turns out you want my heart of the Fire Demon!"
"Haha!" Nefarian burst out laughing. The shadow barrage he sent seemed to be a mixture of fire magic and shadow magic, but in fact it was mixed with an extremely vicious elemental separation agent. Ragnaros didn't know what it was.
He thought it was an ordinary fire spell, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it, but he didn't expect that it would bring disaster to himself.
"That's right, Mr. Balrog!" The King of Black Stone seemed to be sure of victory. He laughed wildly and landed on the ground. "Since the battle of Grim Batol, my father's Plasma Armor has been seriously damaged and cannot be used anymore."
Continue to protect his severely damaged body. According to the opinion of the Goblin Forge Master, the only thing necessary to repair his armor is your Balrog Essence. Therefore, in order to return Deathwing, we have to let you return to the elemental plane.
It’s been reincarnation for a while!”
Ragnaros's body was shaking uncontrollably, and he roared in a low voice: "Damn black dragon! Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"
The burning lake under his feet seemed to feel the anger of its master, and the originally slowly flowing magma began to boil. "Come out, my slaves, and fight to defend your master!"
I saw magma jumping to the ground, condensing and combining into small fire elements, gathering around Ragnaros. The previously empty cave seemed to be filled with minions of the Fire Demon King.
"Servants, go up and tear that black dragon into pieces!" Ragnaros held back the pain and ordered through gritted teeth.
In an instant, thousands of small fire elements rushed towards Nefarian, looking like an elephant killed by ants.
"Little trick!" Nefarian snorted coldly, and slowly floated into the air again. He pointed at the bodies of his dead subordinates with one hand, and saw that these lifeless black dragons stood up mechanically and moved toward the swarm.
The fire element comes to greet them
As soon as the two parties came into contact, large areas of fire elements were smashed to pieces by the resurrected black dragon legion, and fell back into the lake like waste.
But this situation only lasted for less than a few minutes before the fire elements came back with their numerical advantage. Although the minions summoned by Ragnaros were not strong, they could act like suicide attackers.
The self-destruction made it impossible for the huge black dragon to defend itself. Therefore, even though the previous situation was in favor of Nefarian, the balance of victory began to slowly tip towards the Fire Demon King.
Seeing the situation, Nefarian secretly thought that something was wrong. If Ragnaros was not dealt with now, all the previous wars of attrition would be in vain! Thinking of this, the King of Blackstone stopped hesitating and appeared with a long dragon roar.