Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Andrea spread his hands with a half-smile and said, "Are you sure you want to fight me? Have you considered the consequences?"

"I don't think that with Neltharion's current state of mind, he will patiently listen to your explanation, and... are you so sure that you can defeat me? Young Prince Nefarian."

"A mortal who speaks loudly!"

Being ridiculed by Andrea for his strength, the young and energetic Nefarian immediately became furious.

Flapping his wings and taking off in the vast cave, Nefarian no longer suppressed his voice, and loudly shouted, "I am the successor of the Black Dragon Legion, the son of Neltharion, and the majesty of our Black Dragon Legion cannot be questioned by mere mortals!"

"Die!"

"hold head high!"

The dragon's breath of the shadow flame that had been secretly brewing since the first meeting spewed out to Andrea below, and the entire cave was illuminated red by the light brought by the flame of the dragon's breath.

The huge movement behind him naturally alarmed the door god guarding the gate, and the two dragon captains rushed into the cave with their sturdy bodies swinging one after the other.

"Who dares to trespass...Prince Nefarian?"

Nefarian, who was suspended in the air, glanced contemptuously at the area covered by the flames, and said righteously to the two surprised dragon captains, "You came at the right time. Someone sneaked into my father's lair through the back door to steal the treasure. I have personally ..."

"Hehe~ Nefarian, didn't you say that too early?"

A gust of wind containing the power of shadow spread from the center of the flames of shadow, and Andrea, who had just lifted the dissipated state, reappeared unharmed in front of Nefarian's eyes. The mocking smile on his face made Nefarian's intracranial blood pressure suddenly rise .

"What are you waiting for! Immediately call all the guards and cooperate with me to kill this thief!"

Two dragon captains could be assigned to guard the gate of Neltharion's lair, so their status in the Black Dragon Legion would naturally not be low.

The two looked at each other, and one of them blessed the flame body for himself, and rushed towards Andrea waving the enchanted long ax in his hand.

The other dragonman turned around and ran out without saying a word, trying to sound the alarm to call all the dragonman guards in the lair.

"Don't be in such a hurry."

Andrea reached out to the two dragonmen while teasing, thick shadow vines broke out from the ground, and the two dragonman captains who were moving at high speed were tightly entangled.

At first, the two dragon captains were able to block the damage of the barbed shadow vines with their enchanted armor, but as the erosion of the shadow power on the vines deepened, their shiny silver armor was rapidly losing its luster.

"Shameless intruder, don't even think about succeeding!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Nefarios took the initiative to lower the altitude, and once again sprayed high-temperature flames downward from his mouth, but this time the target was not Andrea.

The precisely controlled flames landed on the shadow vines, and the burned vines convulsed and danced around, but they never let go of the dragon captain who was gradually losing his ability to resist.

"Is that all you can do?"

Andrea snapped his fingers, the druid's unique spell hurricane swept across the cave, and the tornado soaring into the sky forced Nefarian to avoid it temporarily. The flames covering the vines were quickly blown away by the aftermath of the strong wind. scattered.

Seeing that the enchanted armor on the two dragon captains was completely corroded, Andrea clenched his right hand tightly, and the Shadow Vine cooperated to pull the prey down.

The two dragon captains were completely pulled into the soil by the vines amidst the unwilling screams, and soon their voices could no longer be heard.

Controlling multiple black tornadoes forced Nefarian to rush left and right, and a kind smile gradually appeared on Andrea's face.

"Now, can we have a good chat?"

...

Nefarian, who was forced to transform into a night elf, looked aggrieved. The little prince of the black dragon who was used to domineering had never met such a strong mortal.

However, in Andrea's eyes, this bear child dragon has just grown up, and his strength is still far from the standard adult dragon. Compared with Azshara, it is even more heaven and earth.

Although in the previous battle with Azshara, Andrea was almost always being teased unilaterally, except for borrowing Elune's divine power to fight back at the end.

But with this experience of fighting against top experts, he appeared calm and calm when facing the immature Nefarian, at least he was not frightened by the famous reputation of the opponent's later generations.

"So, you sneaked into Neltharion's lair just to steal the precious tome from his treasure pile?"

Andrea looked at the black dragon prince in front of him rather speechlessly. He had long black hair and orange eyes in the form of a night elf.

Although he knew that Nefarian was a research madman and a technically fat house dragon, Andrea did not expect that this sign had been planted 10,000 years ago.

Nefarian sighed depressingly, "That's right, my father used to always say that my research was useless, but recently he suddenly brought a lot of corpses of four-color dragons, and asked me to try to study whether they can combine their advantages. , to create a brand new dragon clan."

Nefarian seemed to be holding back in his heart for a long time, and finally found someone who was willing to listen to his complaints. The young Black Dragon Prince poured out all the emotional garbage in one go.

"Father doesn't know what research is. He just angrily and frantically urged me to speed up the progress. But how can this kind of research beyond common sense achieve results in just a few years?"

"And I have no grievances with these fellow dragons. Even if I just play with their corpses, the invisible guilt has been tormenting me. In addition, my mother left suddenly..."

Nefarian's mood is getting lower and lower. After a series of blows from his father's sudden madness and his mother's unbearable torture, the child is now slightly autistic.

Andrea didn't interrupt Nefarian's thoughts, but he didn't pay attention to these meaningless complaints either.

Seeing the resentment and displeasure on Nefarian's face, Andrea stroked his chin thoughtfully.

'This child doesn't seem to be completely crooked until now. Although under the subtle influence of Neltharion, there are inevitably some treacherous little thoughts, but... maybe there is still salvation? '

"Okay, stop for a second."

Interrupting Nefarian's muttering, Andrea shrugged and said, "You have more and more repeated complaints in your words, so let's stop here. Wouldn't it be better to vent?"

"Hey……"

Nefarian sighed depressedly, "What good can there be? Although my father was very strict, at least he won't make us feel that we can't get along. Now he..."

Nefarian shook his head and didn't continue, but Andrea knew what he meant.

"Haven't you ever thought about why the once gentle and prudent Black Dragon King became what he is now?"

Nefarian curled his lips. "Of course I thought about it. It is said that there are some ominous things in my father's lair. My mother and other members of the same family have reminded me to stay away from here as much as possible."

Patting the ground heated by the underground magma, Andrea asked meaningfully, "Do you really think that staying away from this source can solve everything? Can the whole Black Dragon clan, including you, resist Neltharion's order?" ?”

"If he lets you continue this cruel experiment that violates the common sense of dragons, are you sure that you will be able to remain awake in a thousand years, three thousand years, or even ten thousand years later, and will not be assimilated by his madness?"

Nefarian raised his eyebrows, his gloomy face gradually became serious.

"What do you want to say?"