Onyxia wants to save her mother in Grim Batol. Of course, she is not the only one involved in her Five-Colored Dragon Team. Everyone is here. On the one hand, they must help their sisters fulfill their important wishes.
On the other hand, he also helps another member of Five-Colored Dragon Team to achieve his "life ideal".
"Those fallen dragon eggs are down there! Further below the dwarf city, the black dragons unknowingly dug out larger holes in the collapsed city, and introduced magma from the ground to heat them, providing a comfortable environment for the dragon eggs.
I specially ran over to see it!
A powerful Black Dragonkin protected the dragon egg breeding ground, and Deathwing also summoned the terrifying Void Monster "Abyssal Duke" to infuse those dragon eggs with Void Energy."
The red dragon Alestrasza shared the news he had detected with his companions. The red dragon in the shape of Goblin waved his finger with a serious expression and said:
"I think Xal'atath has improved the manufacturing method of Twilight Dragon. That madman is no longer satisfied with transforming the adult black dragon into Twilight Dragon! She is trying to corrode the black dragon's egg into "Twilight Dragon Egg",
In this way, the rapid reproduction of Twilight Dragon can be achieved.
Those guys feed on energy, and as long as there is enough energy for them to devour, their growth rate will be much faster than that of ordinary dragons.
If left alone, a real world-destroying army will be created for Deathwing in a short period of time."
Alestrasza's eyes lit up when he talked about dragon eggs.
When C'Thun rescued her from the fallen temple before, Diakum commented that this red dragon was as "weird" as the other female dragons in Five-Colored Dragon Team.
The reason is here.
Alestrasza is a very rare "black dragon sympathizer" among Red Dragonflight. Against the background that Dragon Aspects are all trying to kill the black dragon, Rhea has been trying to "save" the black dragon.
Of course, she was not the powerful Dragon Aspects, so the so-called rescue could only start from the aspect of "purification".
She had planned to obtain a batch of corrupted black dragon eggs and try to purify them using various methods.
If it weren't for the timeline change that caused Alestrasza to be trapped in Temple of Ahn'Qiraj for a thousand years, her ambitious plan would have been implemented long ago, which would have caused a fatal disaster for herself that she couldn't handle at all.
After all, she was just an ordinary red dragon who wanted to steal the eggs of other people's black dragons for "purification". She really didn't consider the thoughts of Deathwing and its evil descendants. If Rayesstrasza really did that, she probably wouldn't need Deathwing to do it. Nefarian or Onyxia could execute her.
In official history, this guy died like this!
However, the change of fate is so magical. After meeting Vigilant, Alestrasza finally found the opportunity to help her complete this "great cause" with her trustworthy partners.
"Sabellian's black dragons have rushed into the upper level of Grim Batol. They will soon deal with those Twilight Dragon people who are guarding the dragon eggs. Let's rush in and deal with that Faceless One General together with Blackhorn.
Of course, the focus is on the dragon eggs!"
Alestrasza said to his companions:
"Blackhorn has already agreed with me that we will work together to try to use Khaz'goroth's Hammer to purify the corrosion in the dragon egg. I have already made a complete plan. Maybe I should also use Life Fire given by World Mother to ensure the safety of this process.
There are at least hundreds of dragon eggs down there, and we have to rescue at least two-thirds of them.
Of course, the most perfect situation is to rescue them all and have enough samples to ensure that Blackhorn and I can find a reusable purification method."
She was really interested in this matter and eagerly said:
"I have asked Goblin of Steamwheedle Cartel to set up a laboratory for me in the valley of Badlands, and also obtained the most advanced tools made by Titan Technology from them, which are enough to ensure that these dragon eggs will not hatch in advance."
"You don't lay much eggs yourself, why are you so interested in black dragon eggs?"
Tarecgosa complained:
"I thought Chromie was crazy enough, but I didn't expect you to be the deepest hidden lunatic among us." But if this can purify the fallen black dragon eggs, this is definitely not a bad thing for World Mother. The establishment of a pure Black Dragonflight can also strengthen the power of Saviors's camp.
But what about Onyxia's mother?
Where is the Dragon Mother Sinestra?"
"At the bottom! In the magma."
Alestrasza said with some uneasiness and horror:
"I saw her body in the magma. It was so terrifying! Ms. Sinestra seemed to be torn apart. There was no intact part of her body. Her wings were broken. The dragon's blood flowing in the scars on her body merged with the surrounding magma.
It's almost like a "dragon horror movie".
I really can't imagine what kind of disaster would cause Ms. Sinestra's body to break into pieces like that."
The other four female dragons all looked at Onyxia, but on this matter, Black Dragon Princess maintained a strange silence. She was obviously unwilling to answer this question. After all, the truth was a bit embarrassing and a bit obscene.
"Woooooooo"
The low sound of the horn sounded from the Wetlands mountains at dawn, which was the signal that Sabellian's black dragons had broken through the Grim Batol's upper defenses.
Onyxia then took the lead and jumped down from the height, transforming into the form of Nergigante in the air and pounced down. The remaining sisters followed closely behind, and their various strange shapes could not hide their powerful strength.
They didn't need to change direction and flew directly into the dark city along the huge gap above the old dwarf city. All they could see were Dragonkin burned to death by the black dragons and some "Dragon Cult" Dragonborn believers, as well as some weird and indescribable bodies.
Those are the creatures summoned by the servants of Xal'atath in the void.
This city is filled with an uneasy atmosphere, just like today's Lordaeron City. Its darkness and shadows have been given the ability to activate. They are hiding and flowing in the ruins of buildings, and "peeping" at the giant dragons flying into the city in front of them among the ruins.
The war that took place in this city at the end of War of the Three Hammers happened hundreds of years ago, but the final curse of Black Iron Witch Queen Modgud completely destroyed this place.
When immersed in the scene, even Tarecgosa complained about "this is a curse that no ordinary person can do"
No curse's effect can last for hundreds of years and continue to expand. This is obviously maliciousness from the void. To be honest, even the black dragons who are also Void Creature will not feel comfortable staying here.
The Fallen, who are not from the same faction as Xal'atath, and Void Creature, do not have any "same moral principles" between them. Void Herald's methods are equally deadly to the black dragon.
"You guys are a little late."
The gloomy Sabellian is leaning on an obsidian-like Dragon Scale Warblade. There are about twenty or thirty "people" beside it. They are all humanoid figures with black hair and black eyes. At first glance, they are members of the Prestor Family.
Onyxia looked at them.
Some of them were familiar to her, but there were others she had never seen before.
"Your faction is not as exaggerated as I thought."
Black Dragon Princess sarcastically said:
"What can we do with so few people? For so many years, although Black Dragonflight has been hiding in the shadows of mortals, we have not stopped reproducing."
"The ones here are just adult black dragons. Those underage cubs should not go to the battlefield."
Sabellian said coldly:
"When you go to Northern Borderlands, you will know how many followers I have! Especially after Nefarian was made into a monster, your brother's power was basically taken over by me. They originally planned to join you.
But"
The black dragon police glanced at the aperture in Onyxia's eyes. It shook its head and did not continue. It just made a brief gesture and said:
"Ahead is the dragon egg hatchery, which is guarded by the powerful nest guardian Diurna. She is the oldest breeder and hatchling raiser under the father's command. It is said that she has been serving her father since the time of Dragon Isles.
Its strength cannot be underestimated.
Let's deal with her. You and your sisters will deal with that "Abyssal Duke". That guy is a creature of the void and can restrain us, but its laws of the void are useless to you Lightforged."
"Okay."
Onyxia was very satisfied with this tactical arrangement, and then asked:
"Where is Blackhorn? Its war hammer is so powerful, doesn't it plan to participate in the battle?"
"Alas, our "Ebyssian brother" is a rare "pacifist black dragon". I don't even know how these words are combined with the term black dragon, but the fact is that he is indeed a freak."
Sabellian said this word with some difficulty, causing several black dragons beside him to laugh sarcastically.
It waved its hand and said:
"But Blackhorn has its mission. It will use Khaz'goroth's Hammer to open the way to the lower level for us, and use the stone hammer to control your out-of-control mother.
You know how miserable she has been tortured over the years... Although I am a villain, I will not clear myself up, but I still hope that Vigilant can cure her.
This kind of pain is a bit too terrifying even for the black dragon.
Ms. Sinestra is very prestigious in Black Dragonflight. If she is willing to come forward to clean up the mess, then the reconstruction of Black Dragonflight will be on the fast track."
"Humph, that's my mother."
Onikexiye cut her teeth, said no more, and led the sisters into the hatchery in front of them.
This place used to be the palace of the dwarves. The terrain is wide but there are piles of dragon eggs scattered all over it. Void Energy, which originates from the underground surge, is constantly poured into these dragon eggs. Some dragon eggs have already taken on the unique purple-red shell of Twilight Dragon.
When they rushed in, the big Black Dragonkin immediately waved the staff in his hand, roared at the intruders and ordered the mature dragon eggs to quickly hatch into dangerous Twilight baby dragons to join the battle.
Deeper in the hatchery, a giant void beast with crab claws and strange "seafood" spots all over its body also rushed out.
One Faceless One General!
The proper demigod of the abyss was hit head-on by Onyxia with a fierce headbutt on the carapace on his chest.
The opponent screamed and tried to strangle Black Dragon Princess's neck, but was burned by the burning spikes of Holy Light and kept retreating.
The angry Onyxia could clearly feel that her mother was at her feet, and she could hear Sinestra wailing in pain. In the past, she couldn't bear to see her mother's pain, and now she couldn't bear it even more after being "kindly promoted" by Holy Light.
The pain caused by the suffering of her loved ones made her fierce. She slapped Abyssal Duke on the head with a claw and opened her mouth to spit out hot Holy Light.
Her sisters cast their own spells.
For a time, the ice pick Thunder and the constraints of the dream were constantly added, Chromie flew around to slow down Void Creature, and accelerated the time flow of Five-Colored Dragons. This "Bloodlust" was opened just right.
The five of them are dragons personally blessed by World Mother. They are extremely resistant to the pollution and erosion of Void Power. When Abyssal Duke roars and waves the dark storm, Onyxia Not bothering to dodge at all, they rushed into the corrosive black storm and continued to fight. The passionate roars echoed like war drums in the breeding ground, making the Wildhammer Dwarves who followed Vigilant back to the "old city" shrink their heads.
Wildhammer Dwarves people are not afraid of flying dragons, but considering that there are at least thirty giant dragons "fighting in groups" in this city now, they can't help but be careless.
"Please follow me, Vigilant. Our clan's records contain detailed records of the location where Black Iron Witch Queen released the curse."
Wildhammer Dwarves's current leader, Kurdran·Wildhammer, is fully armed. He personally leads Diakum to find the "source of darkness" in this city.
Amidst the constant dragon roars, his battle brother Falstad Wildhammer led a team of elite lion knights and Wildhammer Shaman to guard nearby.
Whether Grim Batol can be purified is of great significance to Wildhammer Dwarves.
Although this clan has adapted to the environment of Aerie Peak and built a new castle there, there is a high probability that they will not move back to live there, but this is the ancestral land of Wildhammer Dwarves after all, and they do not want to see the place where their ancestors live always shrouded in darkness.
"I heard that in War of the Three Hammers, Grand Lord Khardros of Wildhammer Dwarves executed Black Iron Witch Queen with a vicious and fatal Charge?"
Diakum asked:
"What did you do with Modgud's body in the end?"
"The answer is that we didn't have time to deal with it, Vigilant."
Kurdran sighed and said:
"I was not born at that time, but my father was a close comrade of Khardros Grand Lord. He told me clearly that after Grand Lord's desperate counterattack was successful, Dark Iron Dwarves quickly collapsed, and Wildhammer Warrior carried out the pursuit.
But after returning, Modgud's body disappeared.
According to my father's original words, he felt like the vicious Black Iron Witch Queen "melted" into the darkness.
?
"So she is still here. No wonder every inch of darkness here is full of resentment and coldness."
Diakum followed Wildhammer Dwarves to the place where Black Iron Witch Queen died. This is the hall leading to the throne, but every brick here is soaked in darkness, and the substantial darkness is rolling, making it impossible for Wildhammer Dwarves to step into it.
In their sad and helpless gazes, those shadows rolled, allowing them to see the illusion of the past, just like the scene where Black Iron Witch Queen was killed countless times.
There are also shrill screams echoing here, like whispers from the abyss, which makes people very uneasy.
"What she yelled was "You promised...:".
7
Diakum translated the soul-stirring Shath'yar, and then took out Blade of the Black Empire under the vigilant gazes of the Wildhammer Dwarvess.
This thing was previously given to Exalted One by elder Mantid to awaken Heart of Darkness, but after Exalted One joined the great cause of "Eternal Reincarnation", Blade of the Black Empire turned around and returned it to Vigilant.
He raised the magic blade that caused the Black Iron Witch Queen tragedy, and the vicious darkness in the hall seemed to recognize it.
Countless sharp sounds echoed around as the shadows rotated, causing the brave Wildhammer Dwarvess to cover their ears and roar.
"Banshee's Hao", which directly acts on the spiritual level, obviously cannot be blocked by blocking the ears, but Diakum waved his hand to make Heart Power gather into a defensive force field to defend the dwarves from the mental invasion.
That layer of invisible but as solid steel protection made the dwarves very curious. They tried to reach out and touch it, but they couldn't touch the entity at all.
Vigilant opened his fingers and let Blade of the Black Empire float, and he shouted:
"You hate it, you long to take it back, then come back, go back to the darkness! Modgud, your curse is over, you are free, and this dark sacred object is yours forever.
You can keep it forever, and no one will compete with you for it."
"I don't want freedom... I just want Xal'atath!"
In the boiling darkness, a spiteful woman screamed:
"I want her to bear my pain, I want her to feel the despair of being abandoned, I don't want freedom... it hurts! Ah,
It hurts so much!"
"If you be good and stop torturing this city, I will give you this chance."
Diakum said with Shath'yar:
"Xal'atath is my enemy, I will give you the power of revenge, come back! Let Grim Batol rest in peace, you have tortured this city for more than three hundred years, it is enough."
"Rest in peace? Oh, who can give me rest?"
The voice made a sarcastic laugh, but the darkness that swept over the entire city still obeyed as Diakum watched.
This powerful Vengeful Spirit who has been in power for more than three hundred years had no intention of being humble, but after all, she had not lost her last sanity. She knew that Vigilant's kindness could not be refused, otherwise she would have to fight the darkness under Holy Light that made Vengeful Spirit afraid.
Therefore, the resentment of Modgud is like a giant beast swallowing water, making the Grim Batol covered in darkness become more Tranquility with every breath.
Finally, it circled the land of death in the form of a black ghost, pouring into the Blade of the Black Empire, leaving the place no longer feeling cold at all.
The Wildhammer Dwarvess hiding in Wall of Heart immediately cheered.
They could feel that the city was truly at rest, that the boiling shadows had cooled down, and that the place would no longer devour souls.
But Diakum turned back to them and said:
"Three hundred years of living with Void Power permanently changed Grim Batol. Although I will take away all the resentment of Modgud, the city will remain uninhabitable for the next hundred years.
Wait until the last remaining reluctance and resentment are completely dissipated before you consider moving back on a large scale."
"We plan to use this place as an ancestral cemetery, Vigilant."
Kurdran·Wildhammer bowed respectfully to Diakum. He had originally prepared many holy objects for exorcism, but he did not expect that the problems that had troubled them for more than three hundred years would be so simple in front of Vigilant.
He said sincerely:
"Aerie Peak is already our home, Grim Batol is the softest memory in Wildhammer Dwarves's heart, but it is just a memory.
Thank you, Vigilant.
Thank you for lifting our burden so that all Wildhammer Dwarves no longer have to carry the burden of the past.
We will create the most exquisite Saint statues for you at Aerie Peak and here, and we will carve an entire mountain so that you can be remembered by the world. I know you don't care about these worldly reputations, but this is the best and most serious way we can come up with to commemorate your kindness.
I guarantee that every Wildhammer Dwarves born from today on will recite your holy name.
If you have any instructions in the future, Wildhammer Dwarves will definitely obey!"
Vigilant accepted the thanks calmly, leaving Wildhammer Dwarves to mourn the deceased in this lost and recovered hall. When they walked into the breeding room of the black dragons, they saw that the two groups of black dragons had already dealt with their opponents.
Ruiyesstraza was directing some Dracthyr to carefully transport the severely corroded dragon eggs here. Blackscale Camp's Scalelord Sarkareth looked at these dragon eggs with a look of sadness, helplessness, and mixed with disgust.
It is conceivable how bad the image of Deathwing, who shaped all of this with his own hands, has become in the heart of this "son".
Dracthyrs are also oviparous, and they also have the instinct to protect dragon eggs.
They can even clearly hear the screams of the unformed little ones in the dragon eggs, which are the instinctive calls when their ignorant consciousness is distorted.
This is so depraved and evil.
"Protect these eggs."
Diakum said to Sarkareth:
"They are trying to rebuild Black Dragonflight, and maybe you can join them."
"I have nothing to think about Black Dragonflight, sir."
Sarkareth shook his head very frankly and said:
"Dracthyr's pursuit of the past, present and future should not have any connection with these depraved things,
This will only poison us! But we are indeed happy to help the dragon eggs be purified. This is what Dracthyrs should do in this era.
I will share everything here with other Scalelord people.
I believe they will make the same correct judgment as me."
"Hmm."
Diakum nodded happily, and then looked forward. Blackhorn was handing Khaz'goroth's Hammer to Onyxia, and it said:
"Come on, she is your mother who is suffering below. You have more responsibility and authority than everyone here to complete this rescue."
"I'm worried about hurting her."
Onyxia looked at the stone hammer in front of her and said:
"I am the dragon of Holy Light, can it..."
"No, this is not a weapon. Don't worry. It is a tool used by Khaz'goroth to carve the world. The earth will be controlled by it. As long as you don't want to hurt the dragon mother, it will not cause any damage."
Blackhorn encouraged:
"Finish it with your own hands."
"Hmm."
?
Black Dragon Princess glanced back at Diakum. After Vigilant nodded, she took a deep breath and took Khaz'goroth's Hammer.
With everyone around him watching, Onyxia waved it forward fiercely.
So as the earth shook and the mountains were torn apart, the underground area hidden by the black dragons was torn open like a piece of paper. Just as Earth Warder's power was released, the ground cracked open without causing any more damage to the already collapsed and unsightly main body of Grim Batol.
It's like a mountain was smoothly divided into two, revealing the secrets hidden within.
In the magma pool surrounding it like a crater, Sinestra screamed sadly, and some kind of force was swallowing up this miserable dragon mother.
"Trap!"
Modgud's voice suddenly sounded from the Blade of the Black Empire, and she screamed:
"Xal'atath left a trap, a trap for you! Use the painful female dragon as bait, you are about to step in... The void is watching you! Don't come close, this is a trap...:"
"Well, thanks for the reminder."
Dick grinned.
He knew that Xal'atath would not give up any opportunity to expose his "true face". Void Herald was indeed smart and vicious, but it was a pity that this cleverness was not used on Right Path at all.