"I want this!"
"Huh? Are you sure? This Creature Template has almost no spellcasting ability, and all its strength is devoted to hand-to-hand combat. Although its appearance is indeed domineering, it will be a bit uncomfortable when encountering a spellcaster."
"But we black dragons don't like to cast spells. The descendants of Earth Warder can crush hills with brute force. My father is also famous for not liking to use spells, even if its mind is filled with the forbidden power granted to it by the void.
Although I was forced by you bastard Saint to bid farewell to the identity of the black dragon clan, I still want to retain some of the characteristics of the past.
So, just use this."
In Tempest Keep's astonishingly large warehouse, Onyxia was lying on the hill-sized Onyxia after expressing his views, then he closed his eyes in an attitude of resignation and allowed the void boss in front of him, who he could not afford to offend at all, to "use a knife" on him.
Diakum originally wanted to recommend a few more "biological templates" that he likes.
For example, if you look at this Valstrax, it's pretty good. The red stars flying into the sky and stuff sound very cute, right?
Another example is this Kushala Daora, which is also good. If you like melee combat, use this one.
But considering that I gave the choice to Onyxia, and they did choose it, I can't force my preference on others, so as the cold Entropic Energy echoed, black Fallen Star light flew out from the palm of Diakum's hand, surrounding Onyxia's huge body like a black ribbon.
Next to him was his proud weapon under Voidform.
Twilight Hammer was broken before, but after drinking Old God Black Blood, it reshaped it into a black-red crystal-like hammer body. Under the power of C'Thun, the war hammer was surrounded by the looming reflection of Void Tentacle, and from time to time there was a lightning bolt like Annihilation Eye Beam surrounding it.
Its reinvention is not yet complete.
Now it is just a basic framework, Diakum also plans to use the eyeball of C'Thun as part of the warhammer.
But this process requires finding a real "dark type" forging master to complete. The main reason is that Void Relic's forging is also a terrible test for the forger's own mind, so much so that Diakum does not even dare to invite Bronzebeard Brothers to complete this weapon.
He was worried that the stone minds of the dwarves would be eroded, but even the reshaped weapon prototype was enough to help Diakum complete the next thing.
He needs to use Twilight Hammer to extract the Fallen Corruption derived from Deathwing from the Black Dragon Princess bloodline in the process of reshaping the fallen flesh and blood of Onyxia.
Although both parties are Voidwalkers, Path of Light and Shadow of Diakum and Twilight of Deathwing obviously have different paths. Passers-by, it was the three Old Gods who made Deathwing fall. In other words, the void corruption of the black dragon clan is more difficult to deal with than the ordinary Void Creature.
"This is equivalent to an assessment, noble Devourer of Worlds."
Shadow Word Surrounded by the shadow windbreaker outside War Armor, Master Entropius, he suggested softly like a flattering courtier:
"If you can complete the Flesh Remolding against the royal black dragon in front of you by yourself, it means that your Curse of Flesh skills have been mastered, which also means that this method can be used by you in battle.
For example, in the middle of a fierce battle, the opponent suddenly turns into a vile pig, causing a double blow to his body and mind.
Well, this sounds very similar to the caster's transformation spell, but please believe me, the two are by no means the same concept. At least the transformation spell can be solved by other spell casters, and Curse of Flesh, which is applied by you personally, does not have a perfect solution without your nodding.
For a good person like you who walks in the light and shadow, this is the perfect non-fatal punishment.
Of course, you may need to continue to hone your Curse of Flesh before you can use it on those powerful beings, but I believe this will not be a problem for you."
Diakum nodded.
Although Shadow Word has no combat power, this guy was born from Sea of Darkness and has broad knowledge. He can answer a few questions about anything he asks. He is simply a know-it-all.
But Master Entropius is busy performing "plastic surgery" on Onyxia, and has no time to chat with it.
He used Curse of Flesh's technique to "decompose" Black Dragon Princess's flesh and blood soaked in the void in a cautious manner, extracting the fallen power hidden deep in the blood and bones, and casually feeding it to Twilight Hammer beside him, just like feeding a loyal beast.
As a weapon with the characteristics of "Homologous Devouring", Twilight Hammer will not refuse these messy void curses.
Its "good appetite" helped a lot, making the process of Diakum's decomposition of the black dragon's flesh surprisingly smooth, but the subsequent reshaping of the bones was a bit difficult.
The main reason is that this job involves "Phrenology". Although the shapes and biological templates of those strange "dragons" in another world in the distant star sea are all in Diakum's memory, how to shape the skeleton of Onyxia in front of him into the memory is a bit of a test of "craftsmanship".
"Why am I not a clever plastic guy? If I had known that time travel would be my turn, I would have learned more skills in my previous life."
He sighed in his heart.
But it doesn't matter. Although he has never studied phrenology, he has seen phrenology.
Thinking about it, the two should be pretty much the same.
So as the infusion of pure Entropic Energy intensified, the skeleton of Black Dragon Princess also transformed into an adjustable form under the control of Diakum. In jargon, this thing is called "Edit Mode".
He carefully reshaped every bone, reinforcing those battle bones that needed special strengthening, and then reshaped the cartilage in the black dragon's wings into a more ferocious and robust form. The slender tail vertebrae also needed to be strengthened. He drew inspiration from the void and applied "Limb Regeneration" to it, so that every bone of the new Onyxia could quickly heal itself.
Profound Meaning of the Curse of Flesh has great magical powers, and basically all powers related to flesh and blood are available in this thing, it only needs the user to distinguish and use it.
Becoming the dual demigod of Holy Light and the void has obviously brought more power to Diakum. The cold Entropic Energy is more obedient in his hands, and the finely carved flesh and blood are as perfect as his memory.
"I also need to transfer some of Casting Talent from Onyxia to her melee combat ability, and then give her a stronger fighting desire and anger control than the original black dragon. The template she chose is "Crazy Warrior" from the dragon.
She needs a body built only for fighting."
While Diakum was thinking, Shadow Word spoke again:
"Then you can give her the battle blessing from Draenor Heart of Hatred. Your shocking "Ancient Frenzy" is the first-class life power in the star sea. You only need to make a copy and hide it in her flesh and blood.
But never give too much.
I think this black Dragonheart is of average temperament. I'm afraid she won't be able to control this talent of eternal fighting.
And if you want to create a terrifying war beast, you should put a halter on it in advance."
"That's not what I should do."
Dick shook his head and said:
"Five-Colored Dragons is Defender that Azeroth Lord shaped for himself. My mission is to bring them to Star Soul Lord. The master of their the One should be the world itself."
"Having said that, there is also a "King of Earth" in the noble Devourer of Worlds and Incarnate Dragons caves. Its positioning is completely the same as that of the black dragon."
Shadow Word snorted and said:
"We think it is enough to keep one of the two. There is no need to add more decisions and mental pressure to the already exhausted Azeroth Lord. Since the Black Dragon has been pushed into the void by fate, you should use this shaping properly.
You shouldn't be so selfless and should be rewarded for any risk you take.
Not because of greed, but the simplest definition of justice is to exchange one thing for another. You should be selfish occasionally, which helps to maintain your humanity.
After all, who wants to suffer?"
"That makes sense."
Vigilant nodded and said:
"Then I will follow my original idea, Lightforging her! In this way, I will find a way for the long-fallen black dragon to survive."
"Yes! Devourer of Worlds, you left all the dragons to Azeroth Lord, but World Soul can't direct them to work well. The facilities left by Titan have been idle for so long, and such a big mess has happened all because of the lack of supervisors."
Shadow Word continued to confuse:
"Perhaps you should reset the rules for these lax dragons.
An overseer!
An overseer designated by you, a ruthless character who can represent your will, is powerful enough, and can continue to supervise the dragons to better protect the world after you leave Azeroth!
I'll just say it straight away.
Since you saved Deathwing's daughter, why don't you also lead the fate of Deathwing, the deeply fallen person, to another path?
The secret of the way of the void is to prey on the weak. Deathwing is a very powerful the Fallen "champion", why not take it under your command? Path of the Light Weaver also needs a strong secondary military leader.
How noble you are, you cannot solve everything yourself."
"You're tempting me to do something dangerous!"
Diakum said coldly:
"You still hope to stir up a storm and cause chaos in Azeroth."
"Yes, we hope so."
Shadow Word said respectfully:
"But you also have a part of Void Essence. You can't fight against your own path. We will emit a ray of majesty in the shadow. We will eventually reap a storm of destiny at the right time! What do you think?"
"Let me think about it."
Diakum waved his hand and signaled Shadow Word to disperse temporarily, but he remembered one more thing and asked:
""Void Herald"This Mythic Class, how much do you know?"
"Haha, don't worry about your employment in this field, our distinguished Devourer of Worlds."
Shadow Word seemed to have guessed that Dick would ask this question, and it replied:
"When the first batch of Ren'dorei set foot on Path of the Void tonight under your guidance, you will have Crown of the Void Herald to wear it. Of course, when the number of Lightsworn voters who follow you is large enough, you will also become the Light Oath Lord who leads People of Light forward!
There are subtle differences between the two, but they both follow the "Unity of Purpose" path of factions and cults.
Your power will become the power of your voters and followers, and their faith will also become your help to move forward in Holy Light and the void and create great achievements.
The various mysteries of Demigod Authority can only be understood by yourself. The experience of others cannot help much, especially the path of Void Authority that relies on "understanding"."
It turned into Dark Wind Dispersion, and Twilight Hammer also burped.
It has eaten the last trace of fallen blood in Onyxia's flesh and blood. As Diakum adjusted the last "King's Thorn" of Onyxia's head into place, Master Entropius took a step back and looked at the skeleton shaped by the white keel wrapped in Entropic Energy.
He nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand gently, and the decomposed, purified, and blessed flesh and blood around him returned to the skeleton at this moment.
Like re-growth, the thick black tendons are connected to the keel, and the strong muscles grow around the fascia, followed by the remodeling of the dermis, and finally the growth of the black Dragon Scale, which is as strong as armor.
One after another, ferocious bone spurs burst out of the body. They cheered and connected together, covering Onyxia's back, and grew along the edges of the tough wings, eventually forming one after another "wing blades" like armor-piercing cones.
When the wings are closed on the body, Black Dragon Princess looks like a giant "hedgehog".
There are really thorns all over my body.
But the most iconic change is her forehead. The original black dragon's royal horns have been modified and replaced with two pale giant horns, each one as big as her head. These things are less like dragon horns and more like two giant "war hammers".
To be honest, if you were hit by this thing at super high speed, there would be no need to mention the sour feeling.
"Nergigante"
Diakum admired his "creation" and said with satisfaction:
"I even set up a hidden second stage of "Ruiner Nergigante" for her, a frenzied form that will only be released when she falls into a desperate situation. Sometimes I really admire my craftsmanship.
But she has the final say whether it is good or not, so wake up, your farewell to the old era is over."
"Buzz"
In the sound of Vigilant's snapping of fingers, Onyxia opened her eyes as if she had had a long sweet dream. A sense of confusion was reflected in the huge yellow snake pupils. She said in a lazy voice while adapting to her body that had become somewhat unfamiliar:
"I dreamed about my mother and my father before the fall. I dreamed about our family being reunited in Holy Land in Dragonblight. My brother and I were waiting for our parents to arrive, but we found that they actually gave us a younger brother.
I'm really crazy."
"That's just the pursuit of beautiful hope by all living things. Who doesn't have the right to dream?"
Diakum dispersed and Voidform returned to Holy Light. He said to the "big hedgehog" standing up in front of him:
"Get used to your body, and then I will perform Lightforging for you, bring you onto the path of "Light Weaver", and give you the identity of "Vigilant Chosen", which means you have to walk a new path.
Maybe in the future, you can become "Light Weaver Dragon King"."
"Lightforging Lightforging. Anyway, I have never had a choice. What is the difference between following you and following my father? I am very satisfied if I can escape the temptation of the void. However, this body"
Onyxia squatted there, looking at the dragon claws he was clenching and the ferocious bone spurs on his forelimbs that popped up in response to his thoughts.
She felt the violent power flowing through the pure flesh and blood, and released the anger in her heart. She slapped a claw on the wall of the warehouse next to her, shattering the wall made of special materials.
This movement immediately attracted Neri who was on guard outside. The archbishop rushed in with Devourer's Fang and saw the terrifying beast in front of him.
She widened her eyes and exclaimed:
"Why do you, this black dragon, have a "Twintails"?"
"Ah?!"
That night, a grand celebration was held in Cenarion Hold.
It's not accurate to say that. In this barren desert, even though the Kaldorei elves have tried their best to show their generosity, due to material conditions, this banquet is actually not that luxurious.
What was served as the main course was roasted worms.
Although the taste is good and can be called a "flavor snack", it still feels a bit shabby if you ask people to come all the way to eat this kind of "original food".
But the good news is that after witnessing today's shocking war, Warrior and the commanders who were invited to the celebration no longer cared about the food.
This is just like the guests in high-end business KTVs who don't really sing.
What everyone wants is that atmosphere.
However, this night seemed particularly difficult for Old Staghelm. Archdruid, who cared about his family, kept walking back and forth in front of the fortress' barracks. He looked at the area shrouded in darkness from time to time. The worry and anxiety in his eyes could not be hidden at all.
Hamul Runetotem wants to persuade senior brother to calm down.
However, thinking that my senior brother's son was there, it would be a bit painful for me to just stand and talk while trying to calm people down.
Not only Old Staghelm, the four leaders of Highborne and High Elf are also waiting here. They also have some expectations and some worries. This is a matter related to the future of their people.
"The echo of Void Entropy makes my hair stand on end"
Farodis said softly:
"Once that power breaks out here, the entire fortress will be reduced to a void in an instant. Even Lich, who is blessed by death like me, will not be immune. After all, it is a power that directly affects the soul.
Lich will not die, but we will also go crazy"
"You are dead, you don't have the function of "chill on end"."
The always serious Governor Toserin complained softly:
"What we should really be afraid of is us. Once this level of void "God Chosen" suddenly has a whim and wants to spread "truth", we Arcane Mage's minds will have almost no ability to resist if we are not prepared in advance."
"Diakum's moral level is quite high. What you are worried about will not happen."
Old Lich is very responsible in standing up for his friends from other worlds.
But to be honest, no one believed his guarantee. After all, the words "morality" and "emptiness" put together really make people laugh.
"Someone's out!"
Hamul Runetotem shouted.
All the elves looked up and saw General Vastann Staghelm in black robes opening the door and striding out.
Entropic Energy's coldness still remained on his body. This energy from the void was both sinister as shadow and alluring as ice, but Old Staghelm didn't care. He didn't care about Entropic Energy's erosion at all, and strode forward to hold his son's hand.
At this moment, Archdruid keenly noticed that his son had returned to the delicate skin of an elf.
Under his tearful gaze, Fandral Staghelm opened his hood and took off his mask very calmly, revealing that familiar face. There were tears of joy in his eyes. Any elf with normal views can understand how moved General Staghelm was at this time.
He has changed back!
He is no longer that damn Dark Troll!
His son is back. Although his pupils have turned black, although he is hugged by a shadow, and his body temperature is very low, these are not problems!
His son is back, his family is saved, and he no longer has to experience the loss of his family!
That's enough.
"My son! Just go home."
Old Staghelm hugged little Fandral Staghelm and cried, but the cry was filled with the joy of regaining something.
Shifting Sands Guardian walked out of the door one after another. They knelt down devoutly in the desert wind, praying to Elune and thanking Elune for sending Light Weaver to take them away from the most terrifying nightmare.
This scene made the three leaders of Highborne exchange looks with each other, and Farodis finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the successful completion of Ascension Ritual with my own eyes means that other elves have also received "blessings". Although it is a blessing from the void, but no matter what, as long as Dark Troll remains unchanged, we will give it as much as the void wants!
PS:
The new form of Onyxia "Mei Mei Zi" is as follows: