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"What's going on? Do people from your Wind Walker family like to play and disappear?" Fistard looked around and saw that there was indeed one person missing here suddenly, and he was sure that Sylvanas also escaped when Ronning released the teleportation just now.

"Stop kidding! Sylvanas..." Aurelia shouted anxiously several times, but the owner of the name she mentioned still did not reply. At this time, her sister could not play hide-and-seek.

Wenleza ran outside the cliff and searched for clues, paying special attention to the relatively stable rocks and big trees.

"Here!" the female elf shouted.

"Have you found her?"

"No." Wen Leisa shook her head, "But I think she shouldn't be here anymore. I found a trace left by the hook claws. Second sister must have gone down the cliff."

Aurelia ran over and confirmed what Wenleza saw. The trace was very fresh, indeed left by Sylvanas. "Damn, what exactly is she going to do? Does she know how dangerous this is?"

"Okay, it seems that someone has taken advantage of us not paying attention." Fistard had already jumped on the griffin's back. As usual, he was holding the reins in one hand and the weapon in the other, but now, the dwarf glanced at the scrap Storm Warhammer, and this time he could only rely on his mount. "Let's go down too."

Aurelia nodded, and she turned to Wenleza, "Sister, stay here to take care of the Red Dragon Queen."

The youngest Wind Walker obviously wasn't happy to accept this task. She wanted to tell Aurelia that she didn't need other people's protection and could stand alone. And Aurelia, who knew her, also saw through her thoughts and said righteously: "Don't underestimate this task, it's important, and you are the only one."

Wenleza looked at Aurelia's face and noticed the desire in her eyes, the desire to promise her.

"I...I understand, sister. But please promise me that I must come back."

"I can, Wenleza." After Aurelia said that, she was reluctant to look at her sister's eyes too much, which would distract her. The female elf stepped on the back of the dragon eagle lightly. "Let's go."...

"It's a red dragon!" Nathanos crouched in the grass and stared at the battlefield. He was also shocked by the Iron Fort dwarf who suddenly arrived, thinking who brought the reinforcements? But the dwarfs' weak combat power made him unable to praise him. Until a giant dragon suddenly rushed out of the sky, he thought it was the wings of death, but the little sunshine that penetrated the clouds from the morning and dusk made him see clearly that the dragon was not thick steel, but healthy and red scales.

So where did this red dragon come from, and what did he do here?

"It's really hard to find you." The voice behind him surprised Nathanos! But the joke in the familiar tone made him feel at ease.

"Sylvanas!" He called out the other party's name before he turned around. When he turned around, the female elf was smiling. She was only two or three steps away from him. "Why are you here?"

"You know, when I started pulling the bow and pulling the strings, your father and even your grandfather were not born yet, little guy."

Nathanos finally felt relieved when he saw her intact, at least it proved that the people who were walking with her were safe. Although the situation was urgent, Nathanos would not let the female elf step on his head. He turned his head intentionally and muttered in a very subtle voice that only he and Sylvanas could hear, "Take aside your old age."

The female elf frowned and did not show an unhappy look. Instead, she crouched beside him and glanced quickly. The battle seemed to be mostly unfolding around the convoy. Sylvanas discovered the Necross Skull Brokener riding on the horse. Although the dark clouds above her head, the things that the orc were holding were constantly flashing. She was thinking of seeing the object clearly, but she found that Necross seemed to be facing the new dragon...

"That's the Demon Soul!" Nathanos reminded.

The female elf nodded, and she next saw the most ridiculous scene.

The dragon that was originally going to attack Necross was now struggling in the air, and the roars made people feel that he was fighting a life-and-death battle with an invisible enemy. The elf looked at the orc commander again, and she noticed that as every second passed, the luminous object in Necross's hand was getting brighter and brighter.

It is indeed a magical artifact, and it is so powerful that she can sense its energy dispersion here.

The red dragon resisted fiercely, and she and Nathanos never thought that a creature could struggle so violently. His painful wailing showed that he was enduring cruel torture.

Then, after making a heart-wrenching scream, the dragon was powerless to struggle. He only hovered in the air for a while, and then fell head-on to a place far away from the battlefield.

"Is he dead?" Sylvanas asked.

"It's almost the same." Even if the artifact did not kill the dragon, falling from such a high place would be fatal. Nathanos moved his sight away and couldn't bear to see the process of a persistent life going to destruction, and then he saw a huge figure swooping down from the middle of the clouds, this time it was a giant dragon with black all over his body.

"Wings of Death!" The two of them warned each other at the same time, and looked at each other in surprise.

The black dragon glided and flew straight towards the cars with dragon eggs placed.

Necros finally saw him, but he didn't expect that the dragon would appear so suddenly. The orcs were completely in a mess. With the last glimmer of hope, Necros still raised the demonic soul to the Wings of Death, but it turned out to be of no use at all.

"Look, the Demon Soul has no effect on Death Wings."

"I saw it, but...why is this?"

Sylvanas thought the black dragon would also fall in front of this artifact, but the magical thing was that Death Wings continued to sweep towards the cars and did not look at Necros more. Obviously, he came for those eggs.

Death Wings carefully grabbed the two cars and took them into the air. The orcs in the car had to jump down one after another. The horses pulling the car were hung on the car and neighed helplessly, while the black dragon turned around and flew away with the car.

Necros saw all this, maybe he was simply reacting to this theft. No matter what, the orc turned around and yelled at the rear of the convoy. He still held the artifact high, but his other hand pointed at the escaped dragon.

"I don't understand at all." Sylvanas complained from the side. "Why is this black dragon interested in the dragon queen's dragon egg? Don't forget that it is not his descendant."

"The orcs have a way to make the red dragons kneel down, and Deathwings have a way to achieve this goal. No matter what, now that the black dragon is gone, we should think carefully about how to kill Necros and take away that magical artifact."...

Behind the clouds in the sky

"Where do you want us to land?" Fistard asked loudly, not knowing whether to ask Aurelia or Ronin, but his tone reminded the two of them of the urgency of the situation.

Ronin glanced quickly. The battle seemed to be mostly unfolding around the convoy. He found the Necross Skull Brokener riding on the horse. Although the dark clouds above his head, the things that the orc were holding in his hands kept flashing.

"Did you think about it?" the dwarf asked.

Ronin pulled his gaze away from the orc, focused his attention to another point, then his eyes slowly magnified and pointed his finger below. "There!" He pointed to a hill behind the orc. "We have to go and see!"

"There is a dragon there!" Aurelia noticed what attracted the mage, but she was still a little disappointed, thinking that Ronin had discovered Nathanos and Sylvanas.

"What's going on with the dwarf below?" Fistard muttered, and the figures were evidently the bronze bearded dwarfs running over from the Iron Fortress.
Chapter completed!