Toka took a deep breath, his legs gave out, and he lay down on the ground.
He wanted to struggle to his feet but found himself utterly weak, completely unable to do so.
As if sensing the Ice Troll's predicament, the black dragon raised a foreclaw and, with a sharp claw tip, pointed to his own chest, a deep and magnetic voice resonating:
"Nefarian."
"Your Majesty Emberglow Dragon, your loyal apprentice."
He finished stating his name, paused, and his gaze swept over the still trembling Frost Fang and the surrounding Proto-Dragons, seemingly weighing whether to add that identity.
Finally, his tone was calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself, and he continued:
"Also—the eldest son of the Black Dragon King Neltharion."
"By the—!"
Before he could finish, a roar filled with resentment and hatred suddenly erupted, rudely interrupting him!
"Die! You spawn of a traitor!"
Fandal Staghelm's eyes were crimson, and he slammed his staff down!
The Druids beside him had already been poised, and at this moment, they acted simultaneously without hesitation!
Violent natural power and brilliant arcane light instantly merged, and a torrent of spells combining [Wrath] and [Starfall] surged forth!
Their movements were swift, precise, and ruthless, carrying a deep-seated hatred for black dragons, so much so that Toka didn't even have time to gasp!
The next instant, a sharp whooshing sound tore through the frozen air!
Two figures shot out simultaneously from the Dragonkin formation behind Nefarian!
Their speed was so fast that they left only two blurry afterimages in the air!
One of the Dragonkin was covered in deep black scales, his figure slender, and his movements extremely fluid.
She glided gracefully through the air, facing the surging torrent of spells with no intention of dodging.
With just a precise and fluid spin, she skillfully used her limbs and wingtips to guide and deflect the destructive energy torrent, forcing it off course!
The other was clad in bronze-colored scales, his physique lean and agile, wielding a short-handled war blade. After landing, he charged forward relentlessly, heading straight for the core of the defensive formation the Druids had just constructed!
His movements were calm and decisive, with the concise efficiency characteristic of a soldier, without a hint of hesitation.
In this flash of lightning, several more Dragonkin lightly landed in front of Nefarian, forming a solid defensive line, firmly protecting their commander.
Fandal Staghelm's eyes blazed even more fiercely!
He roared, and his staff, imbued with natural power, struck the ground heavily!
In an instant, several thick, spiky [Entangling Roots] burst through the black soil, coiling viciously towards the newly landed Dragonkin like venomous snakes striking!
At the same time, two Druids behind him reacted extremely quickly: one was bathed in moonlight, instantly transforming into a [Moonkin] with bristling feathers and wild power;
The other let out a deafening roar, his body rapidly expanding, transforming into a ferocious [Bear] with menacing fangs!
One ranged, one melee, combining offense and defense, they launched a fierce pincer attack on the advancing bronze-scaled Dragonkin with practiced coordination!
They were serious, and they showed no mercy!
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