Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 542: I have no mouth

The golden light of dawn shone into the highest level of the open temple, illuminating the surroundings with golden light, but the golden light could not penetrate the dark and deep special remains in the center of the temple.

The remaining dark aura was like the remnants of a campfire, half-extinguished, still struggling to pollute the light of this sacred place with its weak dark power.

The remains of a body that had lost its life a week ago were not just floating quietly in the air, but seemed to be struggling. A faint, churning black aura still lingered above the remains.

At this moment, on every pillar on the top level of the temple, an illusory golden eye suddenly opened out of thin air.

Duke could clearly feel countless gazes coming from those golden eyes.

This is the Dragonflight's wizard's eye.

Not every dragon or dragonman is qualified to watch the ceremony at the highest level of the temple. In this way, they watched the end of Neltharion.

As all the dragonborn watched, a sphere shining with strange light appeared outside the remains of Neltharion suspended in the air. Like a horizontal line on the horizon, the entire sphere was divided into two: the upper half was golden, reflecting the light of the morning sun, and the lower half was black, like the deep starry sky.

Whether it is the warm and gentle golden light above or the dead silent black below, they give people a feeling that these two lights represent the world.

Duke suddenly realized that the line was the boundary between life and death.

Some cracks soon appeared on the sphere, and from time to time small fragments would fall off the sphere with slight vibrations and dissipate into the air.

The vibration of Nefarian's remains suddenly became more intense, and a dragon roar filled with endless hatred and resentment suddenly shook the entire temple.

The voice of Neltharion's soul actually rang out throughout the entire temple: "Roar - no one can judge me - I am the supreme king of the Dragonflight! I am the purifier of the world! I am the only ruler of the new world!"

The dragon skeleton floating in the air changed with the burst of sound waves. The separated dragon head and the neck with jagged cracks kept colliding, as if trying to recombine into one piece.

The huge black dragon head seemed to want to return to its place, but it couldn't do it. Either the broken spine poked into the dragon's chin, or the dragon head sat on the shoulder next to its neck.

Nefarian seemed to be in great pain. He screamed and rolled over. The claws on his dragon wings opened as if trying to grab his head and make his body whole again.

He was so furious that he kept cursing.

He cursed the name of every Dragon King, cursed Duke who had plotted against him, cursed the Dragon Sleep Temple, and even all the living beings in the world.

For a moment, Duke almost doubted whether Nefarian was really going to be resurrected.

When he glanced at the calm expressions of the three Dragon Kings, Duke also entered the show-watching mode.

Sure enough, Alexstrasza could no longer bear to see the ugly appearance of Neltharion's remaining soul. Bathed in the morning light, she seemed to have turned into the sun. It was clearly a cold snort, but it made people feel that there was also a gorgeous and fiery feeling in the sound.

"That's enough! You are an evil degenerate who has betrayed the entire Dragonflight and disobeyed our eternal mission. It seems that if we leave you alone, even if you become a filthy ghost dragon or a corpse dragon, you will continue to bring disaster to this world."

Facing Alexstrasza's roar, Neltharion's remaining soul still ignored it: "So what? I don't accept it! Even if I fall into the deepest part of hell, I will still take revenge on you hypocrites in my own way - yes! That's right! I should be the winner! As long as I get your egg, I can create more new species of dragons. I can use my evil art to purify this world that has been occupied by inferior races."

The Red Dragon Queen was furious for a moment.

Neltharion was indeed dead, but his spirit had not yet completely dissipated.

Why do we hold this Dragon Ceremony? One of the important reasons is to vent anger and correct the values ​​of the Dragonflight and their descendants.

Now that Neltharion was so stubborn even if he was dead and only had half of his soul left, she could certainly destroy this rebellious black dragon king. But if she did that, the effect of her preaching would be far less!

Malygos suddenly said, "Perform the ceremony. I scolded him for seven days and seven nights, but he showed no remorse."

Nozdormu: I have no objection.

But Alexstrasza was unwilling!

The traitor who had fought for ten thousand years was finally brought to justice, but this guy looked like a spiritual fighter even in his death.

How can she vent her anger like this?

How can the millions of dragon descendants calm down?

After ten thousand years of fighting against the Black Dragonflight, is this the result of this half-baked battle?

no!

Absolutely not!

At this time, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly thought of Duke: Yes, that guy has the most clever ideas.

Suddenly, the Red Dragon Queen sent a message to Duke, who was also drunk.

"Hey, Duke, if you can help make that crazy dragon confess his guilt, or make him look bad, I'll owe you another big favor!"

"It's a deal."

Seeing Duke agree so readily, Alexstrasza really regretted it a little. Did she promise too easily? But there were so many dragon sons and grandsons watching below. If she scared Neltharion to death like this, there might be more betrayals in the future.

The queen gritted her teeth and accepted it.

Duke spoke slowly: "Oh, Neltharion, I have to pity you."

The remaining soul of Neltharion laughed out loud: "Pity me? Haha! I am the Most High! Why should I let you pity me!"

Duke looked like he was well-read and wouldn't lie to you. He shook his head and said, "Because you have nothing. Even the idea of ​​purifying the world and becoming the sole ruler of Azeroth was brainwashed by the Old God N'Zoth. You are a pathetic creature without even your own will."

Neltharion cursed: "Bullshit!"

"You still want to deny it? That's all the effect of the whispers of the Ancient Gods."

Neltharion insisted: "There is absolutely no such thing!"

"Well, as long as you are willing to do a small experiment in front of everyone, and as long as you successfully pass this experiment, I will let you go!" Duke finished speaking.

The other two dragon kings refused to accept this.

If Nefarian really runs away and turns into a zombie dragon or something, it will definitely be a huge disaster!

For a moment, they wanted to object. But suddenly, the approval of the two female dragon kings came from the sky: "Leave it to Duke."

"Okay!" Naxxramas agreed.

"The experiment is very simple. All you have to do is repeat 'I don't have a brain' a thousand times. Then I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it correctly, you'll pass."

then...

"I have no brain! I have no brain! I have no brain..." The entire temple echoed with the mysterious brainwashing voice of Neltharion.

When the thousand repetitions were completed, Duke suddenly shouted: "Neltharion, do you have a brain?!"

Neltharion said without hesitation: "I have no brains!"

"Puff——" Thousands and thousands of giant dragons spewed out dragon breath.