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Chapter 132
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 20:46:08 +0000 UTCWhilst Syra was battling with the villains of the past, Varrus had been busy trying everything and everything he could to cure himself, and rejoin the fight.
The most obvious solution, and first thing that came to mind was the Dispel Magic spell.
After struggling through the pain and slowed time dilation, Varrus cast the Alteration spell, only to find it had almost no effect.
‘Sonuva bitch!’ Varrus internally cursed as all the effort he put into casting the spell resulted in no change.
When Dispel Magic shrouded his form, Varrus was cured of the time dilation for all of one second before it kicked back into place.
It turned out that Murozond was actively releasing an aura field that constantly applied the debuff upon him.
Meaning, it didn't matter how many times he casted Dispel Magic, the only way for him to rid himself of this damned curse was to either slay the overgrown lizard, or to leave the range of his aura.
Once he learnt that, he knew that he could teleport away with the perk, Dimension Door.
Dimension Door - Grants the "Dimension Door" power. At will, creates a magical doorway that teleports you to the location of your Home Mythal.
Home Mythal was another perk that permanently boosted his Alteration spells at a designated location. As it stood, he had set it up at his manor in Silvermoon.
All Varrus would have to do was port home, and heal himself, then fly back on his magic carpet.
Unfortunately, he had not mastered long range teleportation, and it would take some time to return. However, this strategy would rid him of this nearly unbearable pain. The only problem was that he would still be susceptible to this insane slowed time.
‘Slowed time…of course, why didn't I think of that?!’ Varrus thought to himself, and wanted to slap his forehead.
Nozdormu had brought 6 true Dragons with him, and Murozond 2. All of them were dead, and 8 Dragon souls were sitting comfortably in his inventory.
If he wanted to ‘move faster’ he should counter the Aspect of Time's spell with another time spell!
Varrus felt like laughing, but the blood build up in his lungs made him choke-cough instead.
‘Alright, enough messing around. Teleport home, fly back to the Sunwell, kick some ass.’ Varrus dialed in, and made up his mind.
Taking one last look at the battle, he wanted to see how his wife was doing, and to message her via scrying orb not to worry if she saw he was missing.
However, what he witnessed was jaw dropping.
Nightsong was being overwhelmed, and Grom was battling it out with his son, Garrosh Hellscream!
Meanwhile, Syra had been clobbered backwards, and was facing a demigod 1v1!
Thanks to his wound’s time stasis, and constant passive healing, Varrus produced a fresh mouthful of blood, and vomited more than was humanly possible.
‘Damn, if I leave now, will I be in time to help Syra out?! No, no, no, there has to be another way! I can't leave Syra to fight this beast on her own!’ Varrus thought to himself, and wracked his brains for a solution.
After one agonizingly slow minute later, Varrus had found his answer amongst the Dragon Shouts.
It was: Become Ethereal!
In its description, it read: the Thu'um reaches out to the Void, changing your form to one that cannot harm, or be harmed.
Forgoing his Dimensional Door plan, Varrus decided to help Syra ASAP. He had a devilish plan in the works too.
Slamming 3 points into Become Ethereal, Varrus fully unlocked the Shout.
On his first attempt, he only got the first word out, but the time dilation and pain got to him, and he couldn't complete it.
On the second attempt, he almost had it, but failed on the last word.
‘Alright, come on man, Syra's life is on the line. We got this!’ Varrus psyched himself up, and made damned sure to get it right.
Opening his lips, and speaking the words with great difficulty, Varrus eventually managed to get the Dragon Shout out on his third try.
“Feim. Zii. Gron!”
(Fade. Spirit. Bind!)
A second later, Varrus's entire form became see-through blue, and he resembled a generic ghost.
While he couldn't damage anyone in this form, and offensive spells/combat would break it, he didn't feel any pain whatsoever!
His next move was to use the Slow Time Shout.
Ordinarily, there would be a cooldown of about 10-15 seconds between Shouts, but Varrus had triggered one of his Speech perks.
It was Force Redoubled.
Force Redoubled (2) - 25/50% chance to reduce the cooldown of any shout to 3 seconds.
Within a short 3 seconds, Varrus had dumped 3 more souls into Slow Time, and was Shouting it out.
“Tiid. Klo. Ul!”
(Time. Sand. Eternity!)
Upon finishing the spell, Varrus waved his arm, and found he was no longer moving in slow motion. His time Shout, and Murozond's time dilation had canceled one another out!
However, both of the Shouts had a limited duration, so he had to make the most out of it!
Running towards the conflict, Varrus cast Shroudwalk upon himself, and became invisible.
While he snuck his began closer and closer, he began to message Syra.
While he was doing so, the big Dragon in the sky was raising his voice, and doing the cliche villain's monologue about being all knowing and such.
“Foolish girl, I see the past, present, and future. I even see your husband scurrying nearby. Come out, come out, pest!”
Varrus rolled his eyes, and positioned himself nearby.
\\Distract him now!// Varrus sent out to Syra.
Syra got the message, and began to unleash a powerful series of Holy Void slashes.
When she was about to make contact, Murozond phased out of the timeline, and dodged everything.
The second she passed through the spot where he had been, the Dragon returned to reality, and was a second away from completing his spell.
‘Gotchu dude.’ Varrus internally triumphed as he shot out the spell he had been preparing.
He had been watching these time Dragons fight for a while now, and he recognized that they were very obvious in how they fought. Phasing out of reality came almost second nature to them. Varrus realized if he could force Murozond into this state, that he would be wide open for an attack as soon as he thought he had the upper hand!
In short, as soon as Syra passed him by, this arrogant-ass lizard couldn't help himself and tried to attack her in the back!
Even knowing Varrus was camping nearby, he still went for it, so sure of his supremacy!
Varrus took this split second interlude where Murozond had just re-entered reality to ambush him.
Tossing his hand forward, a pale blue orb no bigger than a fist flew at high speeds, and slammed into the hulking Dragon's side, interrupting his spell.
Varrus had cast the Master tier Illusion spell, Last Word!
Last Word: Interrupts target spellcaster. If a spell is interrupted, temporarily silencing them for 10 seconds. Any other Illusion spells cast on the target within 10 seconds last four times longer and are twice as powerful.
As soon as he did so, he broke both the invisibility, and ethereal form. The pain returned to him in a wave, yet he couldn't help but celebrate.
“It cannot be!” Murozond exclaimed, and flapped his wings in an attempt to evade Varrus's follow up attack.
Whilst Varrus wanted to taunt the Aspect of Time, he only had 10 seconds to pull off his plan, and he had to fight through the pain to do it!
Gritting his teeth, Varrus enacted the devilish plan he had cooked up when he first decided to use the Become Ethereal Shout.
“Syra, don't let him escape, hold him in place!” Varrus shouted out.
“Move!” Murozond used a breath attack on Syra, yet she conjured purple-gold wings of Holy Void, and flapped to the side.
She repeatedly struck at the webbing of his wings, and significantly slowed his progress.
“Good work, Syra!” Varrus cheered his wife on as he moved on to the next step of his plan.
Keeping up with the trend of using Illusion spells, he cast Scream of Pain.
Scream of Pain: Lowers the Health percentage of nearby creatures and humanoids to the caster's Health percentage. The lost Health is restored after 20 seconds.
Looking at his health bar, Varrus noted it was hovering at 51%.
‘Perfect.’
“Oi, lizard! You claim to see the past, the future, and the present. But you failed to foresee the inevitable!” Varrus unleashed his spell, and tossed an orb at the Dragon.
Murozond had his back turned to Varrus, and was busy trying to hit Syra with his claws, but she was too fast, and evaded everything he tried to throw at her.
By the time he had heard Varrus's speech, and had turned back to either intercept or dodge it, it was too late.
As soon as Scream of Pain hit him, the secondary effect of Last Word triggered, doubling the effect of any Illusion spell Varrus cast.
That meant Murozond wasn't dropped down to a ‘simple’ 51% due to losing 49% hp. No, thanks to the doubling effect, he lost a staggering 98% of his entire hp all at once!
In reality, the Dragon had no such thing as a health bar, but his body suffered a catastrophic loss reflecting what 98% loss of life would entail!
In short, Murozond erupted in a shower of blood and gore.
Each and every pore on his body exploded outward, his scaly flesh flew into the sky, his eyeballs imploded like crushed grapes, and all the bones in his body cracked at the same time.
The sound of his twisting skeleton was so great, it almost rendered Varrus deaf, such was the damage wrought upon this once all mighty demigod!
“Lost. All. Lost. Without me. The future. Doomed.” Murozond babbled incoherently.
While he wanted to pick this time traveler's mind, and discover the secrets of Azeroth, Varrus only had 2 seconds left on the silencing effect of Last Word.
He wasn't going to chance this annoying piece of shit pulling a cockroach villain strat, and teleporting away, or doing a full heal by reversing time on his body.
Besides, Varrus was still sitting at 51% hp, his guts were hanging out, and the Slow Time Shout would be expiring soon.
It was time to end this.
Blinking on top of Murozond, Varrus silently drew his blade, and shoved it deep into the Dragon's skull.
Murozond gasped one last time, then his spirit left his body, and was absorbed into Varrus.
The time dilation was over. He had killed the beast. He won.
“It's done.” Varrus muttered, then stumbled to one knee.
His wounds began to fully bleed now, and his health percentage was rapidly declining, and had already reached 35%. Any lower, and his passive perks would kick in, and full heal him in a moment.
“Varrus!” Syra ran, and caught himself before he completely collapsed.
“I'm fine.” Varrus weakly smiled as he started to spam Fast Heal so he wouldn't worry her any further.
Within 10 seconds, his guts had been magically restored, and he was as healthy as he had ever been.
Syra merely looked at him in concern.
“Well. Maybe it was pretty scary, but I couldn't abandon you.” Varrus smiled reassuringly.
“What you did was very dangerous and brave.” Syra clunked her forehead onto his, tears streamed down her face, and Varrus tasted salt on his lips.
“Yeah, it's all good now. As long as we have each other…” Varrus pulled up her chin, and kissed her on the lips.
“We can kill anything.” Syra flashed a murderous grin.
“Well, I was going to say ‘we can retire and live in peace’ but that works too.” Varrus winked.
“Varrus, you troublemaker.” Syra nuzzled close to him, and embraced him uncaring of the fact that he was covered in literal gallons of his own blood.
Stroking her hair, Varrus gripped her hand tightly, and held her close.
With the death of Murozond, the Bronze Dragonflight was no more!
“You have been avenged, mother.” Varrus whispered to himself as he stood tall.
The Sunwell had been restored, and his family's ancient enemy had met their demise.
Today was a great victory for House Vandercross!
Comments
Michael DiVelbiss
Fitting end. Scaly bronze idiots. Enjoy the fruits of your arrogance Chromie.
Kasikan
Now he needs to kill some stupid Orcs and whatever is left of the Horde and Alliance there. Then plan to murder every last dragon on that planet. For they are all enemies now. After that, finish off the Horde for good. Only good Orcs, Goblins and Trolls are dead ones that have been burned to ashes.
Conor McGroarty
Now deal with the Oblivion (reality?) tears that are threatening to grow big enough to allow the descent of a Daedric Prince. No one wants the Shivering Isles to overlap with the Sunwell.
Joey
As always Karp good stuff. Well that is 1 Flight down 4 to go. Preferred dead but soul bound farmed and harvested for dragon souls for eternity is an option.
Erostan
Ahh! So good! Thanks for the chapter🔥
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