In the darkness that swallows reality.
Black Crow King hacked to death another monster that tried to attack him. He took a few steps back and stood back to back with Sun King next to him. Kur'talos Ravencrest whispered:
"You really shouldn't come back. It's unlucky enough for a king to die today, and today is your son's wedding! I can't even imagine how hellish it will be for him to spend every wedding anniversary together with his father's death anniversary in the long days to come.
It's strange that this couple doesn't have any problems with their relationship."
"It's too late for me to regret it now."
Sun King gasped.
He was already very weak, but he still held the Quel'Delar in his hand, trying hard to resist the whispers and the temptation of chaos that were "entering" his mind.
At some point, he raised his head and said:
"I just felt like Elisande was nearby?"
"It's not an illusion, she's right there."
Black Crow King sneered and said:
"She waited for us to ask for help from her, and then put forward a bad condition for us to agree to. This Silvermoon City disaster is not a bad thing for her, and this dark place cannot trap a spellcaster like her.
Am I right?
Archmage Elisande."
"Oh, if you are willing to agree to resist Azshara with me."
"No need."
Black Crow King interrupted the voice in the darkness and said:
"I have betrayed Empress once, let me retain some honor."
"So, will you kill us to give us some pleasure or some dignity? It is better to die in your hands than to be devoured by N'Zoth's minions and have your soul unable to be free in the shadow of the void."
Sun King also asked teasingly.
After a while, Elisande's distant voice sounded faintly:
"I didn't kill you with my own hands, I just chose to stand by and not save you! After losing you, Kaldorei and Quel'dorei will be scattered. How can those confused elves resist my win?
I will shape the unity you want, I will become the true Elf Empress!"
"See, she actually doesn't understand why we stay here."
Black Crow King glanced at the wound on his abdomen and said to the other king behind him:
"In the past era, we were always unable to make peace. It was because she was so self-righteous and there were too many idiots with high ambitions and low abilities."
Anasterian There was no answer, and even the sound of breathing was Dispersion in the darkness.
This made Black Crow King sigh.
He looked around in the darkness, and the activated shadows started to beat again, as if they were not going to give up and wanted to harass him again.
Kur'talos Ravencrest raised his sword, patted the shoulder of the king behind him who was leaning on his sword and unwilling to fall, and said:
"You just go first and explore the way for me. I will come later. Ah, I hope we are the last dead. If the elves still have a chance, they can embrace tomorrow."
"Look, it's there! The biggest one among all the Twilight Dragons seems to be the leader. The other Twilight Dragons will be quickly dealt with when encountering the king beast. Only this guy can survive a few attacks, but then his wings are bitten off by the ferocious king beast.
Its Twilight Breath was completely useless against the heavy armor of the king beast, so it fled the battlefield.
I chased it all the way here."
Little Star was hiding in the clouds and peering around at the coast below. There was a huge Twilight Dragon curled up in the shadows, seemingly resting.
Blue Dragon, the fastest in the world, said to Onyxia who had just arrived next to him:
"I knew I was definitely no match for it, so I didn't alert it."
"You did a great job, Little Star, you're the best scout I've ever seen!"
Onyxia carefully looked at the coast below. Although the other person's appearance had changed drastically, and even his aura became obscure and irritable due to Twilight's fullness, Black Dragon Princess still recognized it as his brother at a glance.
Black Dragon Prince Nefarian.
Of course, it won't be called that now.
Twilight Dragon Nefarian was injured. As Little Star said, half of its wings were chewed off by the king beast. At this time, it was calling the void in the shadow to heal its body.
This guy is quite cautious.
The elite Dragonborn who broke out from the battlefield were summoned to protect it, forming a rather dense formation.
Although these Dragonborns are not worth mentioning to Onyxia, she is not in "full status" at this time. Before the king beast and the belated Blue Dragons appear, Silvermoon City's air defense is all done by her and her Light-Forged Dragons.
"I need to summon the Dracthyrs of Blackscale Camp to come over and help me deal with these Dragonborns without letting them interfere with the battle."
Onyxia hid in the clouds and said to Little Star:
"It's none of your business here. Stay away for a while! I think I need to turn on the "hidden state" to defeat it. In that state, I don't recognize any relatives. You take the time to get the Dracthyrs to withdraw from the battlefield to avoid accidental injuries."
"Well, actually I also have a "hidden status"."
Little Star felt that he had been underestimated, so he defended timidly.
But then I glanced at the terrifying Twilight Dragon below, and thinking of how I saw them destroying a city area with Twilight Breath in Silvermoon City, I felt that it would be better for me to play the role of "messenger and scout".
While waiting for Dracthyr to move over, Little Star used her silver-gray paws to brush her scales that were a little hot due to high-speed flying. She whispered to Onyxia:
"Tarecgosa said, you Five-Colored Dragon Team need your approval if you want to join a new member? Then look at me, I think I should also find a strong team for myself, so that I can explore the world in the future."
"You? You can't."
Onyxia was busy formulating tactics. Hearing Little Star's question, he immediately shook his head.
This decisive refusal made Little Star anxious, and Stellagosa howled and said:
"Why can't I do it?"
"Shut up! You Recklessness baby dragon, don't disturb them!"
Onyxia waved her claws and blocked Little Star's mouth. She warned:
"Twilight Dragon can change phases freely. Once it is alerted, don't even think about executing this bastard here. I don't let you join to protect you!
The intensity of the combat missions the five of us usually undertake is beyond your imagination. Our opponents are at least demigods. From joining Light Weaver to now, my sisters and I have executed more than six demigods on various fronts.
What about you?
What wonderful achievements do you have that you can share?"
"Oh, I knocked over Storm-Eater·Raszageth!"
Little Star straightened up in the clouds, proudly made a "dragon akimbo" movement that only Kuailong could do, flapped his gorgeous wings with special speed, and said to Onyxia:
"Everyone Blue Dragonflight knows about this! If I weren't fast enough, Lady Aegwynn and Vigilant wouldn't be able to catch Storm-Eater who wants to escape. That guy can control the storm to accelerate himself.
But obviously, no matter how fast she speeds up, she can't escape my "powerful star flying collision"!"
"Really?"
Onyxia looked at Little Star suspiciously.
In the previous battle on the outlying island, Little Star knocked over Raszageth just after Onyxia fell.
She instinctively felt that this strange baby dragon was not very reliable, but Tarecgosa kept wooing Little Star, saying that Little Star had the best luck in the world. So, does the setting of "lucky" really exist in the real world?
"Okay, if you really want to join, it's not impossible, but you'll need a trial or something."
Onyxia said in a playful tone:
"Just like Dalaran, those private "sisters" of female mages always have strange initiation rituals. After this incident is over, my sisters and I will have a good discussion. We cannot accept weak people to join us.
This is not sarcasm or arrogance, but taking responsibility for the lives of the weak!"
"Ah, there are still trials?"
Little Star, who felt guilty, suddenly felt a little beat in his heart.
After all, she is just a baby dragon, not yet an adult. Although she is brave and active, she is always a little afraid of fighting. And just when Little Star was struggling, Blackscale Camp and Dracthyr had already formed a high-speed assault formation in the sky and approached the area.
Dracthyr's formation flying attitude is very interesting.
The little Dragonkin flight masters who are the largest, have the toughest wings, and are the most experienced in dragon control are often the ones leading the way, while the little Dragonkins behind them line up in a row to "eat the wake" to complete the overall acceleration.
This kind of high-speed flight in a dense formation obviously requires extremely high coordination and skills. Probably only Dracthyr who were trained as "war weapons" would have such wonderful training subjects.
They can quickly enter the battlefield in a high-speed breakthrough flight state, and are very powerful whether against the air or against the enemy.
"Only five teams Dracthyr Warrior?"
Onyxia stared at Sarkareth who fell into the clouds from high altitude. She blew out high-temperature flames from her nostrils and said:
"There are hundreds of Dragonborn guarding Nefarian below. This is almost a tenfold numerical difference. Although Vigilant praises your combat effectiveness and teamwork, is this difference really acceptable?"
"We are "Dragon Hunter", the powerful Light-Forged Dragon."
Sarkareth grabbed a Dracthyr special halberd and rubbed the slender blade with blood grooves with its claws. It looked at the Lordaeron Dragonborn below with an indifferent gaze and said casually:
"If I didn't want to disturb your "family affairs", I would take the initiative to apply to hunt this Twilight Dragon!
We hunted Incarnate Dragons more than 20,000 years ago. Thinking about it, this Twilight Dragon is not more dangerous than Raszageth.
Father shaped us in the form of "Dragon Hunter", so you don't have to worry about our destructive power when facing giant dragon creatures. To be honest, these despicable void Dragonborn make me feel sick.
They imitate the appearance of our Dracthyr, but they wantonly use the ugly power of the void to create disasters for mortals!
Although I have no special feelings for those elves, Dragonborn are ruining the reputation of Dracthyr. This is a provocation. There is no doubt that I will be happy to hunt these lower-level creatures for you."
"But I always feel that you don't mean what you say."
Onyxia moved her body in preparation for a violent attack. When her spiked wings were raised, she said:
"Sarkareth, I always feel that you are secretly observing me and other black dragons. You are looking at us with a "scrutinizing" gaze, as if you are evaluating us. Can I ask why?
And I noticed that you never call that person "Black Dragon King" or "Deathwing".
You keep calling it "Father", do other Scalelords do the same?"
"No, it's just me."
Sarkareth did not avoid this question.
It raised its hand in the clouds, asking the Blackscale Camp's Warrior to change their camps and prepare to follow it into the ground and execute those despicable Dragonborn.
As the will of war gradually rises in the body, Sarkareth spurts out a pillar of burning hot air from its nostrils, and it says:
"I am different from my brothers and sisters. I am not as strong as them and can decisively bid farewell to the past and embrace the future. I still miss those years 20,000 years ago.
Father shapes us, Father teaches us, Father trains us.
Father gives us life, strength and purpose.
On the night when Raszageth led the Blight Boars to attack the outlying island, we handed in a satisfactory answer for our father. Despite ten times the numerical disadvantage, we defeated the crazy Blight Boar and even made it impossible for Raszageth to fly in the storm.
when dawn comes
I will never forget that day!
I saw the corpses of Proto-Dragon scattered all over the mountains and plains, as well as those primitive beings who joined Blight Boar. Now you call them "Trolls".
In short, it was the first battle in my life, and it was also the first big victory for the Dracthyrs.
We thought we would get praise and awards from our father.
But no.
What we were waiting for was the time stasis released by Malygos, and my father was standing next to the king of Blue Dragon. I will never forget the look in his eyes when he looked at us. Regret, helplessness, pain, and a trace of uneasiness and guilt.
The rest is a struggle."
Sarkareth shook his head and said:
"I couldn't understand it at the time. It wasn't until I learned what happened next from you that I realized that on the night we won, my father fell into darkness for the first time.
We won, but it seems we lost again.
These are too complicated, I don't want to think about it, I just think that Dracthyr is still the child of Neltharion, and we have the same "father" as you.
So in the future, when you follow Vigilant to claim your father's fallen life, please allow me to accompany you.
If I can't save it, then I can at least say goodbye to it.
The other Scalelords all knew it, but they chose to remain silent. Before our father's influence on us Dispersion, Dracthyr had no "freedom" to speak of!"
"You are very emotional and sensitive, which is completely different from your fierce fighting stance."
Onyxia said:
"But I want to tell you, my father will not die. Vigilant has other plans for his fate."
"Oh?"
Sarkareth's eyes lit up, it flapped its wings and said:
"That's really great. Ahem, I mean, it seems that this "bad relationship" will take more time to be eliminated. It's a pity."
"You don't mean what you say!"
Black Dragon Princess complained, then flapped his wings and accelerated towards the coast below.
She folded her wings in the air and turned herself into a spiked meteorite, aiming directly at Twilight Dragon Nefarian, who was lying in the shadows to rest.
Those Dragonborns reacted quickly, and some of the casters threw dragon fire into the sky, but they couldn't stop Onyxia who had already increased their speed.
Under the cover of her impact, the fifth team Dracthyr Warrior also flew down with a high-altitude breakthrough. Sarkareth accelerated three times in the air, and when its speed reached the limit, it threw the "Dragon-Slaying Spear" in its hand.
The prototype of this thing is said to come from Dragon Isles, an elemental giant called "Jarradin". Those guys are the real ancient Dragonslayer. Before the rise of Incarnate Dragons, Jarradin was the enemy of all dragons.
The Dragon-Slaying Spear they use is specially made for slaying giant dragons. Its sharp and barbed blade is enough to cause pain when inserted into the dragon's body.
Scalelord The Dragon-Slaying Spear wrapped in dragon fire fell down and pierced a Dragonborn Warlock, nailing the latter to the ground and letting the dragon fire erupt, knocking back the surrounding Dragonborn.
But Sarkareth did not rush down directly. Instead, it flapped its wings with kinetic energy, made a sudden turn when it was close to the ground, and used the dragon fire it took a deep breath to create a "path of flames", and all Dragonborn on the road were ignited.
Even if these human Dragonborn are given the power of Shadowflame, when facing the real Dracthyr, they are not much stronger than mortals.
"Blackscale Camp!"
Sarkareth landed in front of his Dragon-Slaying Spear, ignored the burning dragon fire, grabbed the black spear, and threw the burned Dragonborn Warlock away with a flick.
It roared loudly:
"Follow me to defeat the enemy! Purify these void scum!"
"For the glory of the dragon."
The Dracthyrs of Blackscale Camp also roared in response, such as Tiger charging into the flock and launching a brutal annihilation raid in the face of Dragonborn Warrior who were ten times their size.
Beside them, Onyxia had rounded up the spiked dragon claws and slapped Nefarian on the head.
She originally planned to have a few words with her "brother", but after actually entering the battle, she discovered that Nefarian could no longer "speak". Facing the blow of Onyxia, it only knew how to respond to the fight with a beast-like fighting instinct.
This is the so-called "help" of that piece of shit Xal'atath.
All that exists here is Nefarian's body that was filled with void, and the frantic and violent Will of Destruction was stuffed inside. The real "Nefarian" has disappeared.
Perhaps, Black Dragon Prince's cunning and insidious soul was extracted and used elsewhere.
In fact, the relationship between Onyxia and Nefarian is really not that good. Even though they are both the children of Deathwing and Sinestra, it is a joke for the black dragons to expect a happy family.
Onyxia was often bullied by his older brother when he was growing up.
Nefarian is always eager to show its advantages in front of his father, so Onyxia becomes the best comparison.
She has even become accustomed to living in the shadow of her father and brother, but this bad relationship has transformed into some kind of complicated sadness at this moment.
If I had not met Diakum the Saint, and had not joined Light Weaver Warband, perhaps the fate of Nefarian in front of me was also my fate.
Will Deathwing be angry because Xal'atath treats its son like this?
Most likely not.
It will only celebrate the birth of Twilight Dragon, and will only find ways to transform as many black dragons as possible into more powerful Twilight dragons. The encounters of Heleram and Nalis have proven this.
In the eyes of Deathwing, there is no difference between his own bloodline and his own servants.
In its eyes, everything can be used and everything can be sacrificed, just for its ideal of "Twilight Judgment" that perhaps even it itself cannot explain clearly.
Both you and Sarkareth should recognize the reality.
Neltharion is already dead
Today's Deathwing is just a dark body unwilling to rot!
Even if you really want to bring it some honor and salvation, you can only give it a decent rest. Just like you must give a rest to the Void Monster who occupies the body of your "brother" in front of you.
This is no longer just a matter of victory or defeat.
"Ouch!!!"
The furious roar of the dragon was accompanied by Nergigante's extremely cruel and savage claw strikes. It grabbed Twilight Dragon's head and smashed it wildly against the rock wall on the coast. The opponent wanted to resist, but Onyxia's claws tore open the corroded neck.
The filthy dragon's blood was spraying, but the light on Onyxia's body became brighter and brighter.
She suppressed Twilight Dragon throughout the whole process, without even using the "hidden state". It seemed that the outburst of emotions made Onyxia's combat effectiveness even higher.
The brutal and terrifying fighting posture made Little Star, who was hiding in the clouds in the sky, shrink his neck in fear.
She felt that Onyxia was really angry, and the keen Little Star could detect that when Black Dragon Princess slapped and tore Twilight Dragon with his sharp claws, he vented not only anger, but something seemed to be broken at this moment.
That Sarkareth Scalelord kept killing Northern Borderlands human Dragonborn, and it seemed that something in its heart was broken in this ruthless killing.
But I can't understand it myself, and I can't empathize with them at all.
Maybe it's because I'm still too young and can't understand what they are fighting for. Alas, the world of adults is still a bit too complicated after all.