Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

There are ways to play the game that cost money and there are ways to play the game that don’t cost money. Jialin put his mind to it and soon came up with a plan.

While Nefarian's right claw had not yet recovered, Garin started a tug-of-war with him with the long sword in his hand.

And Garin's left hand had been quietly placed behind his back.

Soon, a golden disc was caught in his palm.

The Dragon Soul has a soul-suppressing effect on red dragons, green dragons, blue dragons, and bronze dragons because their dragon kings inject most of their original power into this artifact, which is a soul attack from a high price.

However, because of the cunning of their Dragon King Neltharion, the black dragons did not inject their own original earth power into it, but instead blackened the dragon soul, so this thing had no suppressing effect on them.

But that was the dragon soul in a silent state, and Garin also knew that this thing could be used as a turtle wave cannon!

This artifact contains most of the power of the Dragon Kings blessed by the four Titans. Once it is channeled out, the power will absolutely be enough to destroy the world.

He had seen the World Shaman use this thing to fire three shots at Deathwing, successfully knocking Deathwing down from the sky.

Nefarian was hit by three cannon shots in his heyday. That was because his entire body was covered with source armor. That stuff can be used to make artifacts like the Wind Sword, so you can imagine how hard it is.

But Nefarian has no armor. Apart from a dragon skin, he doesn't seem to have any other protection. Even if there are hidden magic items to enhance his defense, he is not afraid. The Dragon Soul is too targeted against dragon items. It is simply the nemesis of dragons.

Fuel consuming!

He grabbed the Dragon Soul with his left hand, hiding it in his palm, then made a sneak attack with a left hook, hitting Nefarian hard on the chin.

laugh!

Nefarian sneered, "Foolish mortal, haven't you eaten yet? Tickle me."

"boom!"

A beam of light shot out from the palm of Garin's hand, pierced through Nefa's chin, then came out from his crown, and finally hit the ceiling.

Fortunately, Garin stopped guiding the energy in time, which was equivalent to directly removing the battery panel of the Dragon Soul. Otherwise, the beam of light would probably have penetrated the Black Rock Mountain above his head.

Bang.

The Black Dragon Prince, who was full of confidence just now, now lost all his strength. His huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and his limp dragon head fell to the ground. Then a large amount of red and black dragon blood gushed out from the two wounds.

Nefali installed the biggest pressure and suffered the most severe blow. He was shot in the head by the Dragon Soul before he could show off for three seconds.

"You fell down before I even used any force!" Jialin raised his left hand and made a gesture of blowing the muzzle of a gun.

"If you have found a Heroic Spirit at the initial stage of Demigod, would you like to take him in?"

"Charge!"

A translucent soul began to emerge from Nefarian's dragon corpse, then slowly rose up and disappeared into the ceiling.

This scene reminded Garen of the scene when the green dragon queen Ysera was killed by the Nightmare King and her dragon soul rose into the sky under the guidance of Elune.

"Summon Nefarian!"

In Molten Core, Garen built a new Altar of Kings, and now Garen can summon heroic spirits in the Burning Plains at will.

"Nefarian, meet the master!"

It was a really dramatic scene. The two men were fighting to the death one moment, and the next they called each other master, with his body lying beside them.

"Thank you, Master, for helping me to be free. I now feel more relaxed than ever before, and there is no more crazy whispering in my ears!"

The situation changed too quickly. The last time Garen saw the victim thank the killer was when he stabbed Medivh to death in Karazhan.

As the guardian of the earth and the ruler of the abyss, the Black Dragon King was the one closest to the seal of the ancient gods. The responsibility of the guardian overwhelmed him and he was eventually corrupted by the ancient gods. The voice of the ancient gods in his mind made him believe that as long as he worked for them, he would gain power far beyond his imagination.

As the source of pollution, the black dragon king emanates chaos and madness that will pollute his own bloodline. Nefarian, as the most outstanding offspring of Deathwing, naturally cannot escape the whispers of the Old Gods. Fortunately, the black dragon prince has pure bloodline and the Titan guardian power in his body is pretty good. He has a certain resistance to the whispers of the Old Gods and has not completely fallen.

At this moment, Garin thanked the Heart of Origin. Within the radiation range of the Heart of Origin base, it not only blocked the detections such as prophecy and vision, but also isolated the sight of the ancient gods.

"Well, Nefarian, the Heroic Spirit state always has various restrictions. Do you want to return to your own body?" Garin came up with another bold idea at this time.

"Master, my original body is flowing with the blood of the betrayer. He will not isolate the Whisper just because I died once. I think I can use the dragon egg to create a powerful body for myself again, but the degree of fit may not be as good as my original one, and the strength will be greatly reduced."

Nefarian was a little nervous. After all, he was tortured by the whispers of the old gods and sometimes fell into madness. He didn't want to experience that hysterical feeling of being unable to control himself again.

"Just let light forge your body, replace the blood flowing in your body with the power of holy light, isolate the chaotic whispers of the old gods with the light of order, and make you the first golden holy dragon of Azeroth!"

Garin has wanted to do this for a long time. A golden dragon, wouldn't it be so cool to ride it as a mount!

"Please help me, Master!" Nefarian was very excited. He could regain his body and be isolated from the whispers of the ancient gods. How could he refuse such a good thing!

"This will take some time!" Garin closed his eyes and began to contact Parthiastrasz, telling him that Nefarian was dead and asking him to spare the remnants of the Black Dragon Legion.

After everything was done, Garin said to Nefarian: "You issue an order now, let your original black dragon army retreat, and then enter the Red Ridge Mountains to wait for your next order!"

Next came the porter Gandalf, who teleported to Galen with a team of soldiers, and then led people to pack up Nefarian's experimental equipment and a large number of dragon eggs, and finally Nefarian's huge dragon corpse.

The dragon corpse will be sent to the Cathedral of the White City for light casting, and then the magic circle used by Medivh to revive Nefarian will be used to restore his spirit.

Garin suddenly realized that this was a good idea. For friendly strong men, he could use the royal city's recruitment skills to turn him into a follower.

And if you encounter a powerful enemy, kill him, take his soul, and then resurrect him, isn't this equivalent to promoting an enemy general?

I'm such a genius.

Then Garin asked about the situation of Nefarian's black dragon army.

Without the Black Dragon King's call, members of the Black Dragon Legion scattered across Azeroth to avoid being hunted by the other four-colored dragons, and the adult black dragons under Nefarian were second only to his father in number.

More than thirty adult black dragons and hundreds of baby dragons. This is the hidden power in Nefarian's hands. The strength in the hands of his sister Onyxia is similar to his. More power of the Black Dragon Legion is in the hands of his father and mother.

At last, Galen's words made Nefarian stunned for a moment: "Do you have a sword called Brotherhood in your hand?"