Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 345 Massacre

"Surrender, Onyxia."

"You have failed, there is nowhere to run. If you do not surrender, today will be your last day."

"My sword will pierce your heart, and your head will become my trophy, which I will hang on the city wall."

Wayne's voice was loud and clear, and both the black dragon princess, who was trampled under him and had been hacked to pieces, and the humans trapped in the collapsed buildings could hear it clearly.

At this moment, the Excalibur in his hand, gleaming with golden light, had pierced through Onyxia's chest, penetrating about half a meter deep.

In less than three minutes, the once beautiful and charming Countess Katlana had become a bloodied, slashed beast lying on the ground, with her heart in danger of being pierced by a sword at any moment.

The main reason why Ongnesia, the black dragon, wasn't killed with a single, decisive strike was because of King Varian.

The current King of Stormwind is a crippled being whose soul was torn apart by Onyxia's dark magic. If the Black Dragon Princess is killed directly, it will become much more difficult to restore Varian's condition in the future.

Moreover, if he were to kill the Black Dragon Princess directly, he would have to bear the full hatred of Deathwing and the Black Dragon Clan. As a resident of another world, he had no reason to do such a thankless task.

Upon hearing Wayne's shout, the black dragon's body began to tremble involuntarily, and more blood flowed from the wound on her chest. The physical pain and the threat of death filled the young black dragon princess with panic and fear.

However, her dignity as a princess of the Black Dragon Clan made her find it utterly unbelievable that she had been defeated by such insignificant humans.

She opened her mouth wide, her massive body involuntarily struggling, the pain of the sword tearing through her chest causing her to let out an even more intimate wail.

Whether she agrees with what happened or not, the fact remains that her life is now in the hands of the other party.

"Stop! Don't kill me!"

"I surrender!"

Ongnesia shouted the words in the common language of humans at the top of her lungs. All this black dragon princess did was to please her father. She was not the kind of dragon who was willing to die for her country.

"What's going on, Mr. Wayne?"

"This clearly indicates that our plans are completely different. I think you need to give me an explanation?"

As Wayne pulled the golden holy sword from Ongnie's chest, Shaw, dressed in dark leather armor, suddenly emerged from the darkness beside him, along with VanCleef, whom Wayne had sent to prison a few days earlier.

It was unclear when the two of them had sneaked into the Countess's mansion, but now, Shaw's tone was quite unfriendly, and his eyes held a mixture of shock, anger, and worry. His usually expressionless face now displayed a complex emotion.

The commander of MI7 probably never expected things to suddenly become so complicated.

Moreover, the person who started all of this was the foreign adventurer he personally commissioned.

However, before he could continue questioning, the other three black dragons and nearly a hundred enormous dragon warriors had already surrounded the Earl's mansion from all directions.

Meanwhile, Duke Bolvar, Paltris, and other noble guards rushed out of the banquet hall, which was mostly collapsed.

Seeing the terrifying-looking black dragons and the menacing dragon warriors, neither side opened their mouths to argue, and the scene in the back garden instantly became tense again.

Unlike other dragons, black dragons have always been symbols of evil and destruction in the records of humans and other races of Azeroth, and have always been enemies of most races. Now these evil creatures are lurking in the capital of Stormwind Kingdom, and have even disguised themselves as Countess Katrana, who controls the Council of Nobles. What this means is self-evident.

However, Wayne didn't care about any of that. Although the battle just now looked very intense, he had to hold back in every way because he had to keep Octene's life, which made it quite unpleasant.

Moreover, he had just recovered his strength and was eager to have a good time. Now that so many enemies had been delivered to him, Wayne simply stopped pretending. Ignoring the complicated looks in the eyes of everyone on both sides, he waved his right hand, and the pet badge on his belt suddenly flashed a green light.

With a loud "Awooo!"

The Deathclaw Robin, which was over ten meters tall, was released. Perhaps sensing its master's strong fighting spirit, this terrifying beast was also quite excited. First, it let out a deafening roar, startling the dragonmen and black dragons who were rushing to the battlefield. Then, it pawed the ground a few times with its two thick hind legs. Finally, it pushed off with both feet and charged towards the dragonmen warriors who were holding weapons, like a mad bull.

Just as everyone's attention was focused on Deathclaw's imposing entrance, Wayne, who had been standing on Onyxia, suddenly disappeared and then, without anyone noticing, instantly appeared on the head of a smaller black dragon.

This is a descendant of the Black Dragon Clan, a generation younger than Onknexia, and less than fifty meters long. He was originally infatuated with the Black Dragon Princess's charm and wanted to pursue her, hoping to become one of Onknexia's male consorts. For the past hundred years, he has been serving the Black Dragon Princess, devoting himself wholeheartedly to her.

Unfortunately, fate did not grant his wish, and the sycophant met a terrible end. Before he could fulfill his dream, the massive lightsaber in Wayne's hand, tens of meters long, transformed into a curtain of light, swiftly revealing his dragon neck.

The young black dragon's name was no longer important. Faced with this unknown cannon fodder, Wayne didn't care about his identity at all and showed no mercy.

A dull thud as flesh was sliced ​​through.

With the spray of dragon blood and the sound of a heavy object falling rapidly to the ground, the black dragon didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before its head was severed by the Sword of Excalibur, turning it into a headless dragon corpse.

The body, which was still flying, lost control and began to fall immediately due to inertia, crashing hard into the soil of the back garden, leaving a messy trail as it rolled.

The scene of slaying the dragon immediately shocked the minds of all the creatures present, including Ongnesia.

This was a powerful dragon, yet it was taken down so easily.

Even if it is just a young dragon that has not yet truly grown up, even adult dragons would not think that their necks are several times harder than those of young dragons, hard enough to withstand the slashing of the golden lightsaber.

The other two dragons that had rushed over quickly stopped, then rapidly transformed back into human form, no longer charging forward, but instead hiding behind the massive dragon warriors.

Hundreds of years of experience have taught them that, in the face of a human like Wayne, who has defeated two dragons in succession, is ghostly in appearance and wields powerful weapons, the dragon's massive body might actually be a burden.

The other humans present, whether it was Shaw from MI7 or Duke Bolvar, who was a little dazed and had just rushed out of the collapsed banquet hall, all snapped back to reality and immediately realized that they were the ones with the advantage, having a powerful force to rely on.

Without needing any prompting from others, Shaw and Duke Bolvar immediately understood the current situation, quickly organized their men, and began to engage the charging dragon warriors.

The commotion at the Earl's mansion alerted all the clergy, adventurers, and intelligence agents from MI7 who had been stationed around Wayne to the urgency of the situation.

Without needing orders from their superiors, they all began to perform their respective duties.

Whether it was evacuating the surrounding civilians, rushing into the mansion to join the battle, or rushing into the collapsed banquet hall to rescue the wounded, everything was carried out in an orderly manner, greatly mitigating the losses caused by the battle.

However, regardless of what others were doing, Wayne was immersed in the thrill of killing.

The two older black dragons had transformed into human form and no longer attempted to fight using their physical bodies. Instead, under the cover of their dragon warrior subordinates, they became powerful mages, constantly casting various evil and powerful spells in an attempt to eliminate Wayne, their enemy.

The dragon warriors were far more loyal than humans; they were born to fight for the Black Dragon Princess. Facing a powerful force like the Witcher, these massive warriors showed no fear and never retreated. They all attacked Wayne with all their might, fighting to the death.

The battle reached a fever pitch from the very beginning. Faced with both magical and physical attacks, even someone as powerful as Wayne had to be cautious.

He quickly unleashed his mirror magic, the Witcher's Sign, and other special abilities attached to his equipment.

In the eyes of others, this adventurer, who had only recently arrived in Stormwind, was just like the heroes in the stories, possessing strength that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

Not only does it possess a powerful magic lightsaber that can transform into a form tens of meters long, but its physical attributes are also comparable to those of a top-tier warrior. It can even use powerful magic such as mirror-like spells and lightning spells.

What's most terrifying is that this adventurer, who possesses immense destructive power, also has a peculiar ability to teleport rapidly.

His individual lethality against the dragon race surpassed that of all the other humans present.

It was an incredibly sharp killing machine, constantly appearing around those gigantic dragon warriors, like a meat grinder, each time it appeared, it would grind the surrounding dragon warriors into countless pieces of flesh.

Even the two powerful mages who were actually black dragons were constantly fleeing under the adventurer's fierce attacks, looking as disheveled as two rabbits being attacked by a lion, jumping up and down without any semblance of decorum.

If Wayne hadn't been chasing them so closely, those two mages would probably have already used their teleportation abilities to escape the battlefield.

Seeing Wayne wreaking havoc on the field, routing the powerful dragons, Shaw, who was in charge of commanding the operation, couldn't help but narrow his eyes and fall into deep thought as he listened to Wayne's retreating figure.

The commander of MI7 never expected that the adventurer he found would possess such strength.

He originally thought that the other party's strength was only slightly better than VanCleef's, and he only intended to use the other party's combat power to find out the mastermind behind Stormwind.

Unexpectedly, this Mr. Wayne was incredibly powerful. Not only did he quickly find the mastermind behind it all, but he also took the initiative to eliminate the black dragons lurking in Stormwind without even needing the assistance of MI7.

However, the other party was clearly not the kind of person who would obey the royal family's orders, and their style of doing things was also very assertive. They didn't even consult him before taking such a drastic action as to assassinate the countess.

Is this a blessing or a curse for Stormwind?

(End of this chapter)