Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Ten thousand years ago, when the ancient continent of Kalimdor had not yet been divided, the wilderness where the Wyrmrest Temple was located had not yet become a desolate land full of dragon bones in later generations. This was the holy land of the dragons. They would all return here when they died of old age. The five-color giants Dragons have special "cemeteries" here, but some dragons that cannot fly to the holy land will fall to the wilderness and die.

But now, there are not many dragon bones on this land and no one dares to steal these things.

Because it is close to the north of the world, the climate here is much colder than that of the Elf Empire.

Jarod Shadowsong, who returned to the hall from the tower, was thinking on the snowfield outside the temple. It was so cold here that he had to wear a thick fur cloak to resist the cold breath. wind.

The glaciers in the distance are rare in the Elf Empire, and the scenery here is strange enough. Unfortunately, he is on a diplomatic mission and does not have much time to appreciate the scenery here.

A few minutes ago, just after he proposed the plan and strategy to blow up the Well of Eternity, the Dragon Kings suspended their talks.

The Black Dragon King said that he had a treasure that could help the elves destroy the Well of Eternity and destroy the portal, but after thinking about it, he knew that the dragon's secret treasure would definitely not allow mortals to watch.

Therefore, Jarod was politely "invited" out.

Brother Shadowsong didn't care what treasures the dragons took out, he was very excited now.

If the dragons can really help the rebels destroy the portal and drive the demons out of the world, then the remaining battle to overthrow the tyranny of Azshara can be won without the participation of the dragons. It can be won by the strong rebel army now.

His earlier feeling was correct.

Today is indeed a lucky day for the rebels.

But while Jarod was excited, he couldn't help but think about the mysterious prophecy left by Blake. His brother-in-law said that this tower was shrouded in a terrible shadow, and even he himself came here to investigate.

This made Commander Shadowsong couldn't help but start thinking about the worst outcome.

Perhaps, inviting the dragon to participate in this crucial decisive battle is also risky, but the resistance has no better choice.

Where is the dragon's shadow?

While Jarod was thinking about this profound question, the high tower on the dome of Wyrmrest Temple had been sealed by dragon language magic. The consorts of the Dragon King led the elite dragons to fly around outside the high tower to prevent all possible threats. Outsiders interfere with the Dragon Kings' secret talks.

But they couldn't stop an evil god who wanted to watch the fun.

Before Zhang Kai used the shield of dragon language magic, Blake had already stayed here to watch.

He would be standing next to Queen Ysera, feeling the pleasant natural fragrance of the beautiful green dragon queen, while standing on tiptoes to look at the "treasure" that Neltharion had mysteriously taken out.

"I call this thing the 'Soul of the Dragon'. It is the product of my fantastic ideas while communicating with the earth, mountains and rivers."

Wearing mighty black steel armor, Neltharion looked like a brave warrior. As the other brothers and sisters watched, he took out a golden treasure from his armor and suspended it in front of the dragon kings.

It was a pendant-type piece of jewelry.

It's about the size of an adult's hand, but the material is very strange.

In addition to the outer outline being fixed with the purest source steel and adding silver mithril to ensure the transmission of magic power, the chains on the pendant are made extremely delicately, and each chain is engraved with blessings in dragon language.

Its body is neither gold nor jade. It is like exquisite amber that has been polished with extremely high skills into a smooth convex plane, like an arc-shaped mirror.

When the dragon kings look at it, they can see reflections of Azeroth's mountains and rivers reflected in it.

"it's beautiful!"

The red dragon queen and the green dragon queen's eyes immediately lit up when they saw the jewelry Neltharion took out.

The nature of women makes them like beautiful things, while the nature of female dragons makes them interested in all golden things.

The double superposition of love for beauty made them fall in love with this treasure at first sight, and the golden jewelry in front of them perfectly matched all the queens' imaginations of treasures.

"Haha, isn't it beautiful?"

The Black Dragon King didn't care about the desire shining in his sisters' eyes.

Like a calm and reliable family member, he patted Alexstrasza on the shoulder and said in a gentle tone:

"It hasn't been polished yet. In fact, I originally wanted to give it to you as your 150,000th birthday gift on your birthday next year.

Ysera, don't make faces.

I will also make another piece of jewelry for you on your full birthday.

There are too many beautiful gems in Deep Rock Island waiting for the black dragons to discover. Those beautiful things should be worn on the necks of my sisters to reflect their true value.

No matter how beautiful a gem is, it is just a stone if no one appreciates it. "

"Neltharion is indeed the most talkative one under his serious appearance."

Malygos, who looked serious in front of outsiders, was much gentler in front of his brothers and sisters. He looked at the smiling sisters, leaned on his staff and said:

"When Neltharion's birthday gift is ready, I can enchant it with the most exquisite rainbow magic. We all know that Ysera, who will never grow up, likes colorful rainbow lights best."

"Then I have you to thank, nasty Malygos."

Ysera, the youngest among the dragon kings, snorted.

Just like the little sister in the family, she eagerly looks at the beautiful jewelry in front of her, while the most serious and mysterious King of Time among the Dragon Kings also looks at the "Dragon Soul" suspended in front of her with a complicated look.

He is the Dragon King of the past and future.

He has experienced the disaster that is about to be caused by this thing in front of him countless times, and he knows that the happy scene now is the last commemoration of the beautiful era of the Dragon Legion.

But he couldn't say it, let alone stop fate from moving forward.

This is the saddest thing about the bronze dragons. They are the prophets of the world, but they can't save anyone, not even themselves.

The different expressions of the dragon kings all fell into the eyes of Blake, who was watching fiercely. The evil god also felt the beauty and irony of the scene in front of him.

Who would have thought that the Dragon Kings, who are now as close as a family, would soon face the tragedy of family destruction and death, and the darkest culprit is among them.

Gee, this bitch of fate is really a tragedy lover.

"Neltharion hides himself well."

Blake flipped Ysera's Dragon King cloak casually, letting the majestic metal-encrusted cloak fly and hit the plump buttocks of the Green Dragon Queen. Ysera looked back in confusion, and complained softly about the random blowing today. wind.

Lord Evil God grinned and strolled up to the Black Dragon King like a ghost. He looked carefully at Neltharion, who was explaining the principles of the Dragon Soul to his brothers and sisters.

His body is still pure and powerful.

Even Alexstrasza, who has the deepest understanding of the power of life, and Malygos, who is the best at magic, are unable to sense the "dramatic changes" taking place in the deepest parts of their brothers' bodies.

But in the eyes of the pirates, the purple void power is like a rapidly germinating seed growing in Neltharion's body. It does not originate from the corrosion of the material world, but appears from nightmares and reappears in Neltharion. Day after day, Ou quietly crossed the barrier between illusion and reality.

It is "attacking the city", and I'm afraid it won't be long before this corrosion changes Neltharion beyond recognition.

But this is still just an appearance.

Blake's eyes turned into purple light groups, and he saw the soul through the flesh and blood. After transcending the obstruction of matter, the "torture" of the void on the Black Dragon King was completely exposed before his eyes.

Not only was the soul of a giant dragon riddled with holes struggling in his eyes, but he could even smell the stench of corruption in his nose and hear strange phantom sounds in his ears.

"Good guy!"

Black raised his eyebrows in surprise. Neltharion's condition is okay!

N'Zoth's Seed of Corruption, C'Thun's Destructive Projection, Yogg-Saron's Void Sound, and even some dark and gloomy weird things from the Sunless Sea are entrenched in his soul and In a dream.

The evil god saw that the soul of the giant dragon in front of him had rotted and smelled like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

The fact that the Black Dragon King is still able to maintain his sanity is not because of his strong will, but simply because the three imprisoned ancient gods ruthlessly destroyed his mind and then worked together to sew it up for him with the last fragments of his mind. A weird and deformed mind.

He is still him.

But except for the name Neltharion, everything else has changed.

The heart and soul of Nazario, who is powerful, majestic and reliable, has become an ugly "petri dish", like a tree trunk hollowed out by moths. It still looks strong on the outside, but you can see termites swarming in with a light poke. out.

Let's put it this way, if Blake was really a doctor, he would have persuaded the Black Dragon King with a gentle face to eat and drink, and spend the few days left in a happy mood.

To say he was terminally ill was to flatter him.

"It can't be cured. It's hopeless. Let's wait to die."

Dr. Black shook his head and made the most accurate assessment.

He still had a little regret in his heart.

If Deathwing can still be saved, he actually doesn't mind giving it a try. After all, Deathwing is considered a monster native to Azeroth. If it can be used for his own purposes, he might be able to do it well in the decisive battle ten thousand years later. labor.

But he came late.

The Void's comprehensive corrosion of the unlucky Black Dragon King has entered its final stages. The once "majestic and warm-hearted Winged Lord" has been dead for a long time, and there is only one stitch monster left here.

If Black had come a thousand years earlier, or even five hundred years ago, this guy might still be saved.

According to his current understanding and research on void corrosion, combined with the solidity and stability of the ancient gods' cages in this era, it must have taken the three ancient gods at least several thousand years to work together to complete the attack on Neltharion. Dream penetration.

Their seals in this era were still relatively intact. This must have been a joint effort by the ancient gods to escape from the cage. Facts have proved that their cooperation as bastards was quite successful.

"Who made you like digging holes to sleep in?"

Black looked at Neltharion in front of him, shook his head and said:

“The authority of the earth is connected to the mountains and rivers of the world, and the Dragon King is the one who can best sense the cage of the ancient gods. In addition, he has to find underground lairs whether in the material world or in the elemental realm, which further aggravates the condition.

what a pity. "

While Blake was making a "diagnosis" on Neltharion, the Black Dragon King also introduced the origin and production process of his treasure to his brothers and sisters.

He stroked the dragon soul embryo floating in front of the dragon kings and said to the other dragon kings:

“Although it was given as a birthday gift to Alexstrasza, I worked hard to ensure that it was of a quality that could withstand and hold power.

The minds and courage of the elves who want to blow up the Well of Eternity are worthy of encouragement. Those brave mortals would rather destroy their own treasures to maintain the order of the world. This deserves our recognition.

But they underestimated the difficulty of this life.

This can only be done by us. "

"Neltharion is right. Those arrogant and abusive barbaric elves cannot even understand the truth of the Well of Eternity."

Malygos nodded and said in agreement:

"They are like a group of ants gathering around a candy bar. They think the candy bar is a gift from God, so they shamelessly take it for themselves, and build exaggerated and useless buildings around the Well of Eternity to show their appreciation for the gift from God. the ownership of something.

This is stupid.

They fail to understand that the magic well they feed on is actually a wound in the world.

For so many years, the blood of the world has been pouring out of the wound that went straight into the heart of the world. Although it is not fatal to the soul of the world, it will continue to weaken it.

The Blue Dragon has been observing the Well of Eternity for more than 100,000 years. We feel that it is time to solve this remaining problem. Only the world authority we have been given can ensure that the Heart of the World will not be hurt when the Well of Eternity is blown up. "

"What are you going to do?"

The Red Dragon Queen nodded and looked at Neltharion who proposed the plan. The latter looked at the golden jewelry in front of him.

He whispered:

"We poured our respective powers into the Dragon Soul, throwing it into the Well of Eternity and detonating it.

Alexstrasza's life authority can ensure the protection and healing of natural life after the magic well explodes, and Malygos's magic authority can suppress the additional destructive power of the explosion to a minimum.

Ysera's dream authority can smooth out the interference to the material world after the World Blood is ignited, and Nozdormu's time authority can ensure that the destructive power is compressed into a moment to avoid subsequent continued destruction.

And my authority over the earth can ensure that the explosion of the Well of Eternity will not cause serious disruption to Azeroth's continental shelf. "

Neltharion said eloquently:

"Gathering the power of the five dragon kings, the explosion of the Well of Eternity will not only destroy the portal of the Burning Legion, but will not even cause ecological destruction to the mortal world.

Of course, I know that injecting protective power into treasures will make us weak for a long time, but in order to maintain the order of this world, such sacrifices are necessary.

After the Well of Eternity explodes, I will take out the remaining power in the Dragon Soul and return it to us.

It can also be a weapon, brothers and sisters.

Letting mortals fight against demons is simply asking them to commit suicide. As guardians of the world, we should shoulder our responsibilities to protect them in this critical moment.

What do you think? "

Facing the Black Dragon King's words, which were so meticulous that they had almost no loopholes, the other dragon kings nodded. Of course Nozdormu knew the truth, but he couldn't go against the direction of fate.

Black, who was next to Neltharion, even clapped.

He looked at the Black Dragon King with admiration.

This guy is very eloquent.

If he hadn't known the truth, he would have thought this proposal was perfect!

The most important thing is that the look of savior and protector on the majestic face of Lord Deathwing, who proposed the "salvation plan" at this time, is so sincere.

It even makes the evil god give false cheers and shed two tears of appreciation for this wonderful performance.

What a drama queen!

"If you don't have any objections, let's get ready."

The Black Dragon King, who was about to jump back, looked at his brothers and sisters. He reached out to retrieve the golden dragon soul and said to the other dragon kings:

"Let me tell my spouse and heirs the inside story. We will be preparing to inject the power of the Dragon King into the dragon soul in an hour. My heirs told me that the demons have noticed the movements of the elves.

Maybe war will break out soon and we don't have much time to hesitate. "

Neltharion stroked the dragon soul in his hand. He lowered his head and looked at the golden jewelry reflecting his majestic face and eyes shining with strange light.

He said:

"You four come first. I will take the dragon soul back to my lair to make final adjustments, and then infuse it with the power of my earth. When the war begins, the demons will be under the dragon's artifact. Here comes their destruction!

They will understand that Azeroth, favored by the gods,

This is not a place where savage evil can run wild. "