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... . Buildings, even stones melt.
"You won't hand it over, will you?" Neltharion's patience was exhausted, because he still couldn't feel the breath of the dragon soul: "Then you all go to die!"
Neltharion flapped his wings and flew up, spitting flames in all directions, while flying low above Grim Batol. Wherever he flies, the buildings in the city collapse like dominoes along the trajectory of his flight, and the flames he spews are like flamethrowers raging in dry straw fields.
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