My understanding is incredible, I built a floating city in Hogwarts

Levin's feelings were more of a prophecy than a premonition.

Although the dragon army had accepted the invitation of the future red dragon Krasus and the archdruid Malfurion and others, and resolutely joined the war against the Burning Legion, they were by no means creatures that acted blindly.

As a race full of wisdom, the dragons naturally understood the terrible power of the Burning Legion, and they would never rashly step into the battlefield without preparation. Before deciding to participate in this war that concerns the survival of the world, they had made careful preparations.

They came prepared.

They not only brought their own power, but also brought an artifact that could change the situation of the war - the Dragon Soul.

The dragons are proud creatures, but under the leadership of the dragon kings, the dragons were not controlled by their own arrogance. In addition, with the reminder of the future red dragon Krasus, they fully realized the horror of the Burning Legion, so they made sufficient preparations in advance.

The Dragon Soul was specially created by them to deal with demons.

With the joint efforts of the five dragon kings, this artifact brings together part of their respective powers and contains unparalleled power.

The power of the five guardian dragons comes from the gift of the Creator Titan, and each power is unique and powerful. When these powers are combined, they form an unmatched force of "807".

As long as they can use the Dragon Soul correctly, they have the confidence to give the demons a devastating blow.

Of course, such power also has the characteristics of a double-edged sword. The Dragon Soul gathers the power of the dragons, so it becomes the weakness of the dragons. If this power is used on the dragons themselves, the effect will be equally catastrophic.

When using this artifact, they must be extremely careful.

In order to ensure the safety of the Dragon Soul, it was solemnly handed over to Neltharion, who is recognized as the most powerful and reliable of the five dragon kings.

Although this small talisman looks ordinary, when it flashes dazzling light in Neltharion's dragon claws, the brilliant light makes every dragon king present feel dizzy, as if they are deeply attracted by it and can't look away.

Neltharion roared loudly, his voice full of majesty and power, and the whole mountain trembled in his roar.

He spread his wings and flew into the sky, followed by the dragons, forming a spectacular dragon group. At this moment, they were full of determination and courage, ready to face the upcoming battle-the time to settle the accounts has come.

In order to create the strongest weapon in history-the Dragon Soul, the five dragon kings dedicated their essence. Such behavior actually undermined their strength, but they still did it. After all, they all knew that only by uniting as one can they fight against the most powerful enemy in history-the Burning Legion.

If their strength is not enough, they also have sharp claws, sharp teeth, etc. to attack demonsweapons. They are fully prepared to defend their homeland at all costs.

However, if all these efforts are not enough... then they really have no other choice.

Led by the Earth Guardian Neltharion, the dragons approached their target at lightning speed. The atmosphere of the battlefield has permeated the air. As they soared in the sky, they nervously prepared to join the upcoming battle.

At this time, the sky above the battlefield was shrouded in clouds and mist, and visibility was very low, like a chaotic world.

The demons have already noticed the arrival of these powerful new opponents. In order to avoid fatal blows from the air, the Eredar mages among the demons quickly cast the fog of war. This thick fog tried to obscure the dragons' vision, confuse their senses, and make them lose their way in this chaos.

However, their tricks were easily cracked by Neltharion, and the dragons were not trapped by the fog.

Neltharion led the dragons to fly at low altitude. The power of the Dragon Soul shone brightly in his hands, and burst out with powerful magic, like a beacon, instantly dispelling the surrounding fog and guiding the dragons.

This was the first time that the Dragon Soul played a role on the battlefield. Seeing Neltharion break the enemy's war magic with a wave of his hand, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza and other guardian dragons were shocked. They were all shocked by the magic of the talisman and finally convinced that they had indeed created a masterpiece with unparalleled power.

Victory seemed to be within reach. Neltharion flew in the air, and his mind began to be filled with whispers.

He had been troubled by this whisper for a long time. If it were an ordinary dragon, he would have been driven crazy by this whisper full of temptation and curse, but Neltharion looked sober.

If Levin could hear this whisper, he would definitely recognize that this was the culprit who caused Neltharion's fall in history.

"It's almost there! It's almost there!" Those voices echoed in his ears like temptation.

"It's almost there! It's almost there!" They seemed to be full of confidence in the upcoming victory.

Driven by this confidence, Neltharion seemed to have seen the scene of everyone bowing down before the great him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Neltharion, what do you want us to do?" The one who spoke was the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, who was asking the Black Dragon King about his next plan.

"I hope you give me your life..." Neltharion's heart was filled with an inexplicable restlessness.

He longed to control the lives of the dragons in his own hands and make them his slaves. However, he knew that he could not reveal any flaws at this moment, so he took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his inner desire.

He turned around and faced the Red Dragon Queen and other guardian dragons and said, "I have arranged the battle formation. I hope everyone can follow my instructions and take their positions. Leave the rest to the Dragon Soul!"

Alexstrasza frowned slightly, as if she was not completely satisfied with Neltharion's answer.

"Is it that simple?" she asked, "Do we really not need to attack the demons directly?"

"I want you to bow to me easily..." Neltharion sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface, comforting him: "Yes, it's that simple."

He tried to make his voice sound more sincere and credible.

Alexstrasza didn't say anything else, which made Neltharion secretly relieved. He knew that his mind had begun to lose control. If he asked the Red Dragon Queen a few more questions, he might not be able to hide his inner desires.

The Dragon Soul - his Dragon Soul - continued to play a role under Neltharion's control, dispelling the fog on the battlefield.

Neltharion looked down and saw countless demons swarming on the ground like ants. Their arrival made this land full of evil and chaos.

"We have arrived at the battlefield." Neltharion's voice echoed in the air, revealing an uncontrollable excitement.

He felt the joy and satisfaction brought by the upcoming victory, as if the whole world was already under his control. ......

"Patience..." Those voices sounded in his mind again, lingering like a spell.

"Patience..." They seemed to warn him that it was not the time to relax his vigilance.

Yes, patience.

Neltharion took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He knew that for the rich rewards and the upcoming victory, a few minutes of patience was nothing.

He had the ability to wait for the best time and control everything in his own hands.

Archimonde, the overlord of the abyss, almost never let panic affect his heart. He always deals with the complicated affairs of the world with extraordinary rationality - whether it is the night elves, the intricate and unfathomable magical knowledge, or even the rumored secret escape of the Sisterhood of Elune, he can deal with them one by one with a calm mind and iron-fisted means.

In his cognition, the world is like a huge chessboard, and he is the chess player who controls all the chess pieces. Everything is in his control.

However, at this moment, his heart was rarely stirred.

He widened his eyes and looked at the huge figure approaching in the sky, and an indescribable astonishment surged in his heart. He never thought that the dragons would intervene in the affairs of this world on such a large scale. In his impression, those proud dragons have long been away from the disputes of the world. Even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks and the doomsday comes, they will hide in their dragon caves and know nothing about it.

Of course, he also knows that there are always some dragons who are different. They will care about the fate of this world and interfere in the affairs of mortals. For these possible variables, AkeMond had already made full preparations. He deployed countless Doomsday Guards, hiding in the thick fog, waiting for the possible appearance of the dragons.

But now, the scene in front of him was completely beyond his expectations. Those huge dragon shadows were circling in the sky. Their number and momentum were completely beyond Archimonde's imagination.

Archimonde felt that he was outmaneuvered by these indigenous creatures.

Not only were they one step ahead in strategy, but they were also...terribly cautious.

They all came.

Archimonde frowned, and an unprecedented sense of frustration surged in his heart.

He realized that he might have made a fatal mistake. The situation that he thought he could easily control now seemed full of countless variables and unknowns. The intervention of these dragons will undoubtedly bring more complicated and unpredictable results to this war.

However, after a brief shock, the demon commander quickly regained his composure.

He knew that at this decisive moment, Lord Sargeras would not allow any mistakes to happen - with Sargeras as a guarantee, they were not in a desperate situation.

So, he closed his eyes, extended his consciousness like a tentacle, and established a close mental connection with every Eredar and dreadlord on the battlefield.

"Listen to my orders!" Archimonde's voice sounded in the minds of every demon, clear and powerful, "Turn your magic attacks to the approaching dragons! Let them taste the power of the Burning Legion!"

With Archimonde's order, the demons on the battlefield adjusted their attack directions one after another. One after another, hot flames, cold frost and sharp shadow arrows poured out like a rainstorm, cutting through the sky and whistling towards the dragons.