Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Xal'atath, who was wearing "new clothes", looked unhappy.

She took great pains to transform her appearance into Queen Azshara, which was a rare honor. Apart from the elves, there were very few people in the world who had seen Azshara in person.

I originally planned to take advantage of this opportunity to use this hot and passionate body to relive the sweet dreams of the past with my little master. However, whenever good times like this happen, some blind guys come to disrupt the situation.

Damn it!

The Dark Essence complained so, but she also felt the powerful consciousness approaching, and she whispered to Blake:

"You did it on purpose, right? Little master, did you calculate the time correctly for your 'guest' to visit at this time? Are you so afraid of me?"

"I really want to discuss Queen Azshara's temperament with you, but believe me, Xal'atath, this is really not my special arrangement."

Blake pouted and said:

"Please get out of the way first. After all, for a certain period of time in the past, you wanted to call this 'guest' 'mom'. Aren't you embarrassed to meet like this now?"

I think no matter how cold-blooded a guy is, he should feel guilty when facing his mother after killing his daughter, right? "

"I just borrowed her daughter's body. I was not the one who actually killed Onyxia."

Xal'atath snorted.

She stood on Blake's body and used void magic to change her body appearance. She quickly transformed herself into a female assassin wearing a dark assassin suit and a full-face helmet for disguise.

Just like the followers of the Uncrowned Master, he stood beside Black with his hands tied.

Less than a minute after she completed her appearance change, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky of the Arak Peaks in the dead night.

It flapped its huge wings, just like the superior king who ruled here. It was really hard to imagine that such a huge creature did not make too much sound when flying.

Unlike other black dragons, he doesn't declare his power and his aura as roughly as he does.

If we must compare, the huge dragon in front of us, which is larger than other black dragons, is more like the flying posture of a dragon mother like Ysera, which somewhat reveals nobility and elegance.

Such a temperament is not difficult to find in other giant dragons, but it is very rare for the black dragon that has long since fallen.

"See those ugly scars on her body?"

Xal'atath whispered behind Black:

"Those on the wings, those on the body, and those on the back were torn apart by flesh and blood and then healed again, but the corrupted power invaded the body and the powerful self-healing power of the black dragon could not eliminate these marks.

Looking at her, it is not difficult to think of how this poor dragon mother was tortured by the crazy Deathwing. I heard that after the War of the Ancients, Deathwing, who became a monster due to the explosion of the void, was in unbearable pain. In his madness, Forced to mate with female dragons

All the female dragons are dead.

Only the one in front of me was left, Sinestra, the mother of black dragons.

What a poor female.

I can't imagine what sustained her. The pain was not just humiliation and tearing. Deathwing also turned her into a monster with the power of the void. "

"Perhaps it's because of the mother's desire to protect her children?"

Blake admired the black dragon mother-in-law, whose body was covered with scars and was not beautiful but full of power, slowly falling from the night. He said:

"If Ms. Sinestra hadn't stepped in at that time, do you think Deathwing would have let her daughter go with her madness? Onyxia is also a female dragon."

"Well, is that so?"

Xal'atath knowingly said in the pirate's ear:

"A mother who cares so much about her children has arrived, so does the thug who killed her daughter feel guilty?"

"Ha, so you are waiting for me here?"

Black curled his lips, and he blocked all kinds of questions from the evil-minded Xal'atath with just one sentence.

He said:

"Onyxia is not dead yet, right?

Her body is alive and well, it's just a small problem with her soul dissipating. As long as the Dragon Mother is willing, I can give her a daughter who is alive and well-behaved at any time. "

"You cold-blooded madman! Listen to what you say, I can't bear to listen to a single dark essence."

Xal'atath snorted and whispered:

"As expected of a shameless pirate, she is very good at changing concepts. Look, she's here, and she looks very angry. Be careful, this female dragon is not easy to deal with."

In front of the pirates, the mother of the black dragon fell to the ground and transformed herself from the black dragon form into a Quel'dorei elf wearing red chainmail with skillful transformation.

But unlike other elves, she chose gray hair for herself, not the kind of withered gray, but a strange color similar to grandma gray.

This somewhat adds a touch of cold temperament to the elf lady in front of her.

Her long hair was hanging around her shoulders, and she strode towards Blake with a menacing attitude.

When she got closer, the pirate also discovered that the dragon mother's hair was not completely shawl, but had a small section tied into a braid, hanging around her neck and hanging on her chest.

"Madam, your hairstyle is really dangerous."

The pirate complained quietly in his heart, then stepped forward with a smile, and said to the dragon mother in front of him with a very standard noble etiquette:

"It's our first time meeting you, Countess."

Because the black dragons have been hanging out in human society for too long, they also have internal titles similar to "titles." The dragon mother in front of them will be called countess by the black dragons in human form.

But this is a title that only the black dragons know.

This title made Sinestra raise her eyebrows. She looked at the pirate leaning in front of her and said in an indifferent tone:

"The legendary Master Black is indeed well-informed, but I don't want to be in vain with you. In the news from afar, I heard that my poor daughter died in your hands?"

"That's why gossip is so annoying, my dear Countess."

The pirates didn't panic at all.

He stood up straight, took out a photo of the top brass of the Nagfar, handed it to the Dragon Mother, and explained:

"The so-called death of Princess Onyxia is just a smoke we released to avoid being targeted by other dragon legions. In fact, Her Royal Highness the Princess is currently a guest on my ship.

I even asked her to be my first mate,

If you want to see your daughter in the future, I will be happy to give her a holiday to come to see you, or simply expel her from my ship and let her return to you to fulfill her filial piety. "

Sinestra looked at the photo in her hand. In the photo, her daughter was standing next to the smelly pirate in human form, maintaining a low-key but gentle smile.

This kind of smile is a kind of peace that the dragon mother rarely sees on the black dragons, which makes the mother feel a little emotional.

There is no need to doubt the authenticity of the photos.

Mother Dragon also knows a little bit about the little inventions of the gnomes. This kind of gnome camera will leave a time stamp in the corner of the photo when taking it. As we all know, the time of the photo cannot be modified, so this must be true.

And this timestamp was taken exactly one month ago, when the Nagfar was still in Pandaria. The White Tiger Temple behind everyone looked very beautiful in the background.

This also made Mother Dragon feel relieved.

She did not return the photo to Blake, but put it away, her tone became gentler, and she waved her hands and said:

"There is no need to send her back, just let her hide on your ship. This damn world is not friendly to black dragons, and I don't want her to come back at this time.

Whether Draenor will survive the demon's wrath remains to be seen.

So, Black, why did you ask the Draenei to invite me to meet you in the Spiers of Arak? I heard that you are busy forming an anti-magic alliance of draenei, humans and orcs?

Are you planning to let us Black Dragon join in? "

"I have this plan."

Blake said calmly:

"After all, the black dragon was once the guardian of the world. Although we are not in Azeroth, the world still needs guardians at this moment.

So, the countess won't consider my suggestion?

The black dragons have a bad reputation in Azeroth, but no one in Draenor knows about the bad things you did 10,000 years ago. You can just change places, stay anonymous, and start over.

Although this world is not rich, it is not difficult to feed the black dragons whose population is now declining. "

"No need, we are not interested in protecting the world."

The Dragon Mother coldly rejected the pirate's suggestion. She said:

"You know what the outside world says about Black Dragon.

They say we are corrupt, that our bodies and minds have been infused with corruption and evil, that our souls are no longer pure, that we have been tainted from the source of our blood.

Evil is our innate curse, and darkness flows in the veins of every black dragon.

Let me tell you, Blake.

What they said was correct.

We cannot control our evil thoughts, and we will involuntarily play dark tricks wherever we exist, spreading all kinds of depraved corruption.

We are the servants of a horrible thing, and the so-called reformation is not a future we can choose. "

"I never believe outsiders' gossip."

Faced with the Dragon Mother's rejection, the pirate rubbed his chin with his fingers and said;

"And my Black Dragon friends are very enthusiastic. I think they are nice people and quite nice."

"Your black dragon friend?"

Blake's words surprised the black dragon mother, and she asked:

"Now all the black dragons left in Azeroth are under the command of my son Nefarios. The remaining black dragons have followed me to Draenor. Only a few madmen who are loyal to my husband are guarding the deep. Rock Island.

Besides my daughter, do you have other black dragon friends?

Are they those stragglers? "

"Roughly the same."

What the pirate had in mind was Blackhorn, the soul walker.

But at this moment, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He looked up and down at the black dragon mother who exuded a mature and cold temperament. After a few seconds, he said:

"I have a question that may offend you, Countess. No, it might be better to call you 'Madam'. After all, I have some 'friendship' with your husband, Lord Deathwing."

"You can ask whatever you want."

The Dragon Mother waved her hands and said boredly;

"But forget about inviting the black dragon to save the world. We came to Draenor with a mission, although the current situation of demonic invasion has completely prevented us from completing the orders given by my spouse.

This is really regrettable and relaxing

At least I can stay away from it in the name of carrying out my mission. "

Sinestra didn't shy away from others when she complained about Deathwing, allowing Black to easily capture the Dragon Mother's disgust for the World Destroyer.

Think about it, how could a normal woman like her psychotic husband who thinks about destroying the world all day long and hooks up with the forces of the void?

The pirate shook his head to get the idea out of his mind.

He asked in a low voice:

"Madam, you should be one of the first black dragons to transform from the Ancestral Dragon with the World Destroyer. Your age is considered old among giant dragons. So, can you still have children?"

"Um?"

This weird question made Sinestra and Xalatath behind Black widen their eyes at the same time.

Good guy.

This is really a "slightly offensive" question.

You stinky pirate, are you out of your mind? How could you ask such a question?

Don't you even want to say hello?

"Your question makes me feel like you are challenging my bottom line!"

The mother of dragons immediately straightened her face and said in an indifferent tone:

"Do you think of me as one of those crooked brats with a chaotic life? Do you know that saying such things in front of a dragon queen will bring you disaster?"

"No, no, no, I am really discussing this issue with you from an academic perspective. Please listen to what I am going to say next."

Blake gave a thumbs up and waved it in front of the Dragon Mother. He said:

"If, well, I mean if, if there is still a pure black dragon in Azeroth whose bloodline has not been contaminated by Deathwing's corruption, and he is still a male.

Can your union with him produce a new generation of pure black dragon pups? "

The implications of this question made Sinestra frown. It was definitely not a good thing for the female black dragon to be by Deathwing's side for so many years without being killed.

Xal'atath has said that she doesn't really like to be with the Dragon Mother as Onyxia, because she feels that she may be discovered by the Dragon Mother at any time.

This is enough to prove Sinestra's keen perception.

She realized there was something in Blake's words. After several minutes of silence, the Dragon Mother glanced at Blake and said:

"When Tire performed rituals for the five dragon kings, we, the original followers, were also strengthened. Although my body is old, it can still lay eggs.

As for the ‘hypothesis’ you put forward it’s interesting.

The premise is that the male black dragon must be truly pure, and I have to be separated from the void power forcibly injected by the wings of death in my body. So, does the pure black dragon really exist?

Master Black, no, Black Prophet, tell me, is there really any hope for the Black Dragon Legion? "

"He can exist, just like the hope of the black dragons can also exist. This is just a simple matter of probability."

Seeing that Ms. Sinestra had taken the bait, the pirate smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken. He snorted, took out the pipe from his hand, held it in his mouth, and said to the female dragon in front of him:

"The premise is that Deathwing cannot exist. They are like a pair of 'paradoxes'. Only one can exist at the same time. Do you understand what I mean? My dear lady."

"Then kill it!"

The dragon mother grinned.

He casually popped out a gold coin and threw it into the pirate's hand. He said in an elegant tone of a lady:

"I heard that you are the best assassin in Azeroth, and I am hiring you to kill my bad-tempered husband so that I can find a lover who will make me happy.

Can you do this job? Mr. Black. "

"My blade is ready to serve you, madam. I am also happy to get rid of even the troublesome void power for you and make you pure again. In this way, you can exude your amazing mature charm to enchant that all-powerful person." Little young lovers who don’t know.”

The pirate glanced at the gold coins in his hand and said:

"But with such a small amount of money, it will be difficult for me to help you.

What I mean is, ma'am, you have to come up with something that will make me willing to assassinate the World Destroyer. After all, for a pirate and killer like me, it is normal for me to charge a higher price.

Now, do you want to reconsider saving the world? "