The remaining Dragonkin Guards had just prepared for a sneak attack, using their bloodline power to reinforce their scales and skin again, gaining stronger physical defense for a period of time.
However, the anticipated blades, swords, and arrows did not appear, but a certain invisible influence spread from the darkness, infiltrating the Dragonkin.
The Dragonkin's extremely high magic resistance initially prevented them from noticing these subtle effects, but by the time the Dragonkin Captain felt a slight sting in his heart and realized something was terribly wrong, it was already too late to save them.
The break out ing dark curse disintegrated the Dragonkin's resistance from the inside out; one powerful Dragonkin warrior after another vomited scarlet blood, knelt on the ground, their eyes bloodshot and almost bulging from the pain that seemed to tear apart their internal organs and souls.
The Dragonkin Captain was the strongest, but even so, he vomited a large amount of blood and even fragments of internal organs, losing the ability to retaliate.
While the painful curse tormented these Dragonkin, a black-clad figure suddenly appeared like a ghost before the Dragonkin Captain; he raised the sharp blade in his hand and severed the Dragonkin's head with one stroke.
The large dragon head fell to the ground, and the masked man issued a command, "Clean up the battlefield; have the Warlocks capture the souls of these Dragonkin."
After relaying the order to his subordinates, several dark figures dressed almost identically to the leader emerged from the shadows, quickly collecting the Dragonkin corpses.
Another group of Warlocks, dressed in black robes and hooded, were also busy binding the souls of these Dragonkin warriors within soulstones.
The leading man at this time crushed a communication crystal in his hand, announcing that their operation had concluded.
Just a few minutes later, in the forest where the incident occurred, not a single trace of blood was left, and over a dozen Dragonkin warriors had completely vanished.
When Onyxia lost her sensory connection with these Dragonkin Guards, the Black Dragon Princess finally realized something was terribly wrong; her first reaction was to transform into her true form and leave.
But when she began to mobilize her magic, preparing to dispel her shapeshifting spell, she found that the magic within this space had become unusually calm; in this state, she could still dispel the magic, but it would take much longer.
To ensure the perfection of her shapeshifting magic, Onyxia adopted a very ancient method of transformation, the downside of which was that dispelling the magic would be very troublesome, even requiring specific incantations.
But now, this drawback made Onyxia's intuition warn her frantically; she quickly gave up on dispelling the magic, and her slender arm instantly shot up.
A runic warhammer smashed through the wall like a hot knife through butter, flying towards the Countess's head, and her raised arm allowed her to barely catch the heavy warhammer.
However, in her human form, she still couldn't fully unleash the power of a dragon; just blocking this warhammer was already extremely difficult, but at least she managed to fend off the sudden attack.
But when she gripped the hammerhead of the warhammer, she discovered that the handle was bound with an iron chain as thick as her forearm; a powerful force emanated from the warhammer, and the Countess was almost dragged through the house, being forcibly pulled outside the building.
Although Onyxia was not injured by this, such a humiliating encounter filled the Black Dragon Princess with rage; her first thought was to get up from the ground, but the warhammer's owner clearly wouldn't give her such an opportunity.
Ogrim took heavy steps, raising the weapon in his hand high, and struck Onyxia hard on the back.
Onyxia, who had just gotten up and hadn't yet stood firm, was once again sprawled on the ground, a burning pain radiating from her back; if she weren't a Black Dragon in her true form, she would have died painlessly from such a heavy blow long ago.
But being humiliated by an unknown enemy in such a way, the Black Dragon Princess's rage was almost uncontrollable; as her emotions fluctuated, the anti-magic field laid down by the Death Knights also suffered an impact.
Although sufficient preparation prevented Onyxia from immediately breaking through the trap, Lothar and Ogrim also realized that even in this situation, the Black Dragon Princess was not without resistance.
Onyxia's body had already begun to partially draconic, with a thick layer of dragon scales appearing on her originally fair skin, and her pupils had transformed into the distinctive vertical slits of a dragon.
"You... you damned crawling insects!"
A low roar was emitted, causing even Ogrim's steps to falter slightly; after all, he was directly facing the pressure of a giant dragon, but as a fearless Death Knight, he merely paused for a moment before the warhammer swung out again.
The Countess raised her forearm, and when the warhammer and her arm collided, they produced a ringing sound like steel striking steel; Ogrim's expression remained unchanged, and he skillfully activated his new ability.
As a Death Knight, he did not rely solely on melee combat to eliminate enemies.
Onyxia had just stood up, bracing against the warhammer, ready to destroy these mortals who dared to challenge the dignity of a Black Dragon, when a power Onyxia had never heard of suddenly emanated from Ogrim's warhammer.
Under the provocation of this energy, Onyxia actually felt her blood gradually begin to boil within her body; it bypassed the Black Dragon's toughest skin, directly harming her relatively fragile internal organs.
To avoid causing herself greater harm, Onyxia made a decisive move, slamming Ogrim's warhammer; the power of the dragon sent Ogrim flying backward, almost demolishing the house Onyxia had previously resided in.
However, the effect of the Blood Boil still persisted; Onyxia was somewhat injured, though not severely, but it made her realize that the assailant truly possessed the ability to harm her.
"You, die!" Onyxia tried to capture the aura of everyone present, but to her surprise, those individuals did not exude the vitality of living beings; instead, they conveyed an aura of decay and decline.
Are these "people" all undead?
Onyxia's brain raced, pondering the origins of these individuals; who could create such undead creatures?
However, the Death Knights, led by Lothar, would not give Onyxia much time to think; wielding his runeblade, Lothar's body, enhanced by death energy, burst forth with a speed unimaginable to mortals, his sharp longsword leaving a streak of light.
Onyxia narrowly dodged Lothar's strike, but the battle-hardened Grand Marshal immediately suppressed Onyxia's movements.
As a human, and unfamiliar with how to use a human body to fight, Onyxia was momentarily overwhelmed by Lothar's precise and sharp swordsmanship, unable to lift her head.
When Onyxia operated in human form, she relied more on some basic magic to fight, but the current situation was that she was engaged in close combat by a Death Knight, making it difficult to use magic under the opponent's offensive.
But as time passed, although Lothar inflicted some wounds on Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess had already pushed the suppression effect of the anti-magic field to its limit.
Lothar raised his greatsword, just blocking Onyxia's heavy punch, when a fireball the size of a washbasin materialized in her hand; the Grand Marshal, unable to dodge in time, was directly struck by the fireball.
However, such magic was not a particularly fatal blow for him; Lothar was merely forced back by Onyxia.
Upon realizing that the anti-magic field seemed to have reached its limit, Onyxia's face twisted into a sinister grin; one of her arms had almost completely transformed into a dragon's claw, and her sharp talons immediately descended towards Lothar.
But a shackle of dark energy bound her; Thassarian used Death Grip to entangle the Black Dragon Princess's arm; he struggled to maintain the magic, but under the Black Dragon's struggles, Thassarian's restraint was collapsing at a visible rate.
Lothar swung his longsword without hesitation, and Ogrim, who had just climbed out of the ruins, shook off the rubble and wood splinters from his body, bent his legs, and leaped high into the air, descending like a meteor with his warhammer towards Onyxia's head.
However, just before Lothar's sword edge and Ogrim's warhammer were about to fall, Onyxia finally completely freed herself.
"ROAR!!!