The black-scaled Dracthyr's reaction was incredibly swift!
Facing the deadly, coiling roots, she did not choose to confront them head-on. Instead, she swiftly sketched in the void, and an emerald-green rune, radiating vitality and natural energy, instantly materialized—Emerald Blossom!
This rune bloomed with a soft light, and the life force it contained was subtly akin to that of the roots summoned by the Druid!
Where the green light reached, the wild roots seemed to be soothed or disrupted, their attack trajectory subtly shifting, narrowly grazing past the bronze-scaled warrior without causing any harm!
This unexpected sight made Fandal Staghelm's eyes widen instantly, and he gasped in surprise, "Ysera's power?! This is impossible!"
The bronze-scaled Dracthyr seized this fleeting opportunity with precision!
He unhesitatingly took a few steps forward, bypassing the clearly formidable giant bear, and charged directly at the Moonkin whose claws were shimmering with arcane energy.
But to his surprise, this seemingly plump creature merely agilely hopped backward, once again increasing the distance between them.
Not only that, the Druid in Moonkin form let out a piercing shriek, flapping his wings violently, and several scorching, blinding Moonfire spells rained down from the sky, blocking all possible evasion or attack routes for the bronze-scaled Dracthyr!
At the same time, the Bear Druid, seizing the moment his opponent was suppressed by the Moonfire, roared and stood on his hind legs, swinging his massive bear paws fiercely towards the Dracthyr's head!
One ranged control, one close-quarters kill!
The offensive was sharp, and their coordination was flawless!
The bronze-scaled Dracthyr was instantly cornered!
However, facing this deadly pincer attack, his face remained devoid of any panic.
Just as the pincer attack was about to land simultaneously, a faint golden temporal ripple appeared on his body—Rewind!
His figure blurred the instant the Moonfire struck, appearing to slowly shift backward by several feet, perfectly avoiding the area covered by the Moonfire;
And when facing the giant bear's paw, the flow of time around him suddenly accelerated!
To onlookers, his movements were so fast that only afterimages remained, and he narrowly, thrillingly avoided the bear paw's fatal blow by a hair's breadth!
"This is… Nozdormu's power of time?!" Fandral's shock was beyond measure. Weren't the Dragon Aspects allies who stood with them?
How could these servants of the black dragons also wield their power?!
Immediately after, several more Dracthyrs circling at low altitude joined the fray, but they did not descend directly like the previous few.
Instead, they quickly formed a dense horizontal formation in the air, their heads uniformly facing downwards, mouths agape—blinding energy light gathered and compressed in their throats!
This was to perform a terrifying Group Deep Breath!
Fandral could no longer dwell on his shock; a strong sense of danger instinctively made him raise his staff!
A teal barrier instantly unfolded, none other than Cenarius's Ward, swiftly and securely protecting him and all the Druids within it!
"Cenarius, shelter us!"
This Archdruid's strength was not to be underestimated!
Even with hurried casting, the torrent of energy jointly spewed by the Dracthyrs blasted against the barrier, causing the light shield to vibrate violently, rippling endlessly, yet ultimately it was not broken!
The two sides had exchanged several fierce rounds in an instant. It was only then that Toka, who had been stunned by the dazzling battle, suddenly reacted, and hastily shouted at the top of his lungs, "Stop! Everyone, stop!"
Nefarian, seeing that the intended show of force had achieved its effect, lost interest in continuing to watch. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Enough! Sacarres! Ambrossa! Restrain your soldiers!"
That single word "Enough" was not a deafening roar, but it carried Nefarian's Dragon's Might.
Buzz!
The air throughout the entire Pioneer Territory seemed to solidify instantly!
A terrifying pressure, almost condensed into substance, descended with a crash, suppressing the hearts of every living being present!
All Dracthyrs and Druids' movements suddenly froze!
The bronze-scaled Dracthyr and the Bear Druid, who were in the thick of battle, were forcibly separated by this invisible immense force, each staggering back several steps before steadying themselves, their respectful gazes involuntarily turning towards Nefarian.
However, besides the Dracthyrs and Night Elves, there was also a Troll who was close by and affected by the Dragon's Might—it was Toka.
He was already highly strung, and now, under the direct crushing force of this pure Dragon's Might, he felt as if all his bones were breaking, almost suffocating!
His knees trembled uncontrollably, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples and the leather armor lining on his back.
He tried to speak to stop them, but his throat felt blocked, unable to utter a single sound.
Fortunately, this despair-inducing pressure came quickly and departed even faster!
As if it were just an impatient thought from Nefarian.
Toka suddenly gasped for air, like a drowning person surfacing, desperately inhaling the cold air.
He looked up, still shaken, and saw Nefarian slightly glancing at him, a barely perceptible ripple passing through the depths of his crimson draconic eyes—perhaps assessment, perhaps apology, or perhaps nothing at all.
Then, Nefarian subtly shifted his gaze, his voice returning to calm, acting as if the earlier pressure had never existed:
"Contending with these… mortals of the forest is not our purpose here."
As the Dragon's Might completely dissipated, everything that had been frozen around them began to flow again.
All Dracthyr soldiers, including Sacarres and Ambrossa, instantly dropped their combat stances and silently and swiftly retreated behind Nefarian.
They re-formed into neat, uniform ranks, the entire process utterly silent, their discipline terrifyingly strict.
On the other side, Fandal Staghelm's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, clearly struggling to suppress his surging anger and surprise.
After taking a deep breath, he raised his hand, signaling the Moonkin, who shimmered with light and quickly transformed back into his humanoid form; the giant bear also let out an unwilling growl, reverting to his Druid body.
Everyone's eyes remained full of vigilance, but they quickly retreated behind Fandral as instructed, forming a defensive stance.
The Archdruid steadily stepped forward, his gaze pausing for a moment on the pale-faced Toka, with a mix of scrutiny and displaced anger, then sweeping past him like a sharp sword, piercing directly at Nefarian. His voice was low and suppressed, filled with shocked fury as he questioned:
"Black Dragon! Tell me!" He pointed to the Dracthyr legion, silent as a mountain, behind Nefarian. "What… what monsters are they?!"
His extensive experience allowed him to immediately discern the unnaturalness of these Dragonnes—they were definitely not products of natural evolution on Azeroth!
"And!" Fandral's voice suddenly rose, carrying an uncontrollable excitement, "Why do they possess the power of other Dragon Aspects?!"
Nefarian's draconic head tilted slightly, his crimson slit pupils fixated on the enraged Archdruid. He remained silent for a moment.
He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, ultimately deciding to reveal some information, but with reservations:
"They are Dracthyr." Nefarian's voice was low and steady. "My father, Neltharion's creation—"
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