Unlike the orthodox dragons in Wyrmrest Temple who like to fight in the form of a giant dragon, Sharlayan will not foolishly fix himself in a certain form.

Sharlayan has the characteristics of a druid, and will change the form that is most suitable for the current battle situation according to the actual situation.

Just like now, the chain that was still tied to his feet a second ago suddenly loosened automatically.

The thick dragon's feet shrank significantly, and the iron chain naturally couldn't be locked.

Sharlayan, who turned into a storm crow, nimbly rolled over and rushed forward in the air. His sharp claws grabbed the Iron Vrykul leader's face heavily, and his sharp nails even dug into his eyes.

Iron vrykuls don't have real eyeballs, and the light of thunder is shining in their eye sockets.

Eyes made of pure energy are painless when hit.

But in any case, eyes are windows to observe the world.

The Iron Vrykul leader's window of vision was blocked, so he could only swing his battle ax impotently and furiously in mid-air, trying his luck to hit Sharlayan's body.

Sharlayan was not so stupid. After blinding the enemy, he immediately let go of his claws and transformed again in mid-air.

"Go down for me!"

"Clang!"

Valaghar's battle sword slashed on the opponent's steel body, making the sound of gold and iron clashing, and the sharp artifact sword cut a deep wound.

After a hit, Sharlayan, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his legs and kicked on the opponent's body, backed up with his strength, and changed into the form of a storm crow again to hover in the air.

"Ahhhh!"

The leader of the steel vrykul who fell from the sky let out a panic cry, and soon followed in the footsteps of his subordinates, smashing heavily into the ice layer below, trapped in the solid ice and unable to move.

Flapping its wings, it landed steadily on the ground, and Sharlayan, who had turned back into a human form, carried swords in both hands and walked to the pothole one by one to make up his sword.

It sounds like the battle lasted for a long time, but in fact, more than a minute has passed since the start of the battle.

After killing all the proto-dragons, Sharlayan left only the struggling Iron Vrykul leader.

"Can't you speak well? You must die."

"But it's just fine."

Sharlayan raised his great sword indifferently: "In case I find another reason to silence my words, you helped me make a choice first."

"Thank you, and then, farewell!"

"Crack!"

…

Easily dealt with a group of Iron Vrykul miscellaneous soldiers, Sharlayan didn't even break a sweat.

After a cursory glance, these steel vrykul and proto-dragons were between 30 and 40 levels, much stronger than soldiers of the mortal race, but for Sharlayan today, they were just cutting melons and vegetables.

"Not enough."

After finally being aroused, it was over before he had a good time. Salayan smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Stella, have you found any clues?"

Little Xingxing shook his head: "No, maybe the other party is hiding outside my perception range, or maybe they are not nearby at all."

"Do not."

Sharlayan twitched the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and glanced around with stern eyes.

"Those guys who are good at hiding must be there, but they are cautious and didn't make a move."

Tichondrius, who was still sneaking, twitched slightly, and looked back at Varimathras who was still showing dissatisfaction.

"Let's go, we should go back, we can't leave Ner'zhul too much free time, that guy is not trustworthy."

"but…"

Tichondrius kicked Varimathras in the back, knocking him out of stealth.

"Since you want to take this opportunity to express yourself, then go ahead, we are here to cheer for you."

The dreadlord who suddenly fell out of the shadows immediately attracted the attention of Sharlayan and Stellagosa.

"Really dare to come out?! Just in time!"

Sharlayan, who was already full of fighting spirit, immediately became excited, but he rushed towards the opponent immediately without being overheated.

"Stella!"

Stellagosa, who had prepared the spell for a long time, immediately acted.

The gravitational spell transmitted from Senegos enveloped Varimathras almost the moment he appeared.

At this time, Varimathras was still in shock and anger at Tichondrius' betrayal of his companions, and his reaction speed was obviously half a beat slower.

When he was covered by the gravitational spell and wanted to break free, Stellagosa had already completed the construction of the entire spell model, and forcibly pulled him over from the ice field more than a hundred meters away.

Varimathras, who was in mid-air and unable to control his balance, just woke up like a dream, and struggled to break free from the control of the spell.

However, due to the inertia of his movement, it was difficult for him to change his posture in a short period of time due to the collapse of his body. He barely flapped a pair of bat wings in an attempt to slow down the speed of approaching the enemy.

While Stellagosa's gravity spell was in effect, Sharlayan also acted at the same time.

He moved a step sideways to block in front of the little star who was concentrating on casting spells, and set up an offensive posture in advance, the old **** was waiting for the dreaded demon king to deliver to his door.

When Varimathras spread his wings to increase resistance and decelerate, Sharlayan didn't give him a chance to adjust his posture. He launched his charging skill and turned into an afterimage, hitting the enemy who turned his body to the right on the way.

Although Varimathras barely raised his arms to block in front of him at the last moment, the violent impact that penetrated his body still caused some damage to him.

"cough!"

Coughing lightly in pain, Varimathras didn't face the pain and confront Sarlayan head-on, and immediately flew back after he had stabilized his footing, trying to lead Sarlayan back to his companions.

Although it is not clear why Tichondrius threw himself out as a bait, as a member of Nathrezim, Varimathras can guarantee that those old concealers must not have left, and they are still there now. Hide in place and wait for the opportunity.

Seeing Varimathras' movements, Sharlayan knew that the guy wanted to run.

"Can you run away?"

Varimathras did break free from Stellagosa's spell, but the spell model that had been built was not broken, and it could take effect again with a little guidance.

Just as he was about to flap his wings and fly backward, Varimathras suddenly felt a familiar tightness on his body.

"Again?!"

Before he could gather his strength to break free, the two big swords in Sharlayan's hand had already been chopped off.

Now Varimathras is in an awkward situation. If he avoids Sharlayan's attack, he will be drawn towards Malygos again.

In case the powerful blue dragon king came back to his senses, there was absolutely no way out for him with his small body.

But if he didn't dodge, these two powerful swords would split his defenseless body.

Even if the demon can't die outside the Twisting Nether, reading the resurrection is a very painful process, and it will be impossible to communicate with other people for at least a few decades.

And that's just one of them.

The Burning Legion is very strict with the demons who failed the mission. If Varimathras just died empty-handed, God knows how Kil'jaeden will vent his anger.

With death left and right, Varimathras decided to give it a go.

Resisting Sharlayan's attack, Varimathras chose to break free from Stellagosa's control first.

After regaining his freedom, Varimathras immediately raised his left hand in front of him.

There was a moment's delay when Valaghar's battle sword cut into Nathrezim's body. Varimathras took this opportunity to drop his left arm, which was cut off at the elbow, and backed away reluctantly, and finally escaped from Sare Ann's attack range.

But before Varimathras could show a happy expression on his face, Sharlayan suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath, sparks began to emerge from his nostrils.

"Could it be!"

Varimathras' eyes were wide open, ignoring the wound on his left arm that was still spurting blood, he gathered the bat wings behind him to block in front of him.

"hold head high!"

The dragon's breath sprayed out in human form can't reach the maximum damage~lightnovelpub.net~ but it is fast enough, and it can take effect quickly with just one breath.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Varimathras was horribly burned by the flames of life.

But his ordeal was not over.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Varimathras, who had lost his chance, failed to catch the fish as Tichondrius expected, and was beaten violently by Sharlayan and Stellagosa who had been prepared for the whole process, and even had no chance to fight back. No.

After finally holding on to the pocket version of the dragon's breath, Varimathras didn't even have time to feel sorry for the wings that had been burned into skeletons.

A blue dragon baby dragon was suspended above the position where Stellagosa was originally standing. His eyes glowing with arcane aura were staring at him, and his chest was already bulging.

"Damn! Tichondrius, this is not over, I..."

"hold head high!"