Spell-Weaver's Spokesman

At first, meeting his father-in-law, the Spell-Weaver Malygos, for the first time made Rend somewhat nervous. But seeing the old man behave so improperly, his nervousness vanished in an instant, leaving only awkwardness.

If the Spell-Weaver Malygos had been in human form right now, Rend would definitely have noticed that the old man's face had reddened in embarrassment. But nothing unusual could be seen on that large blue draconic face.

"Ahem!" With a cough from the Blue Dragon King, Spell-Weaver Malygos, Rend finally came back to his senses.

"Um, greetings, Father. It seems you're still as vigorous as ever. I had been worried whether there might be anything wrong with your body after you woke up, but it seems I worried for nothing." He let the previous matter pass. After all, this was his father-in-law.

"I am very satisfied with you, whether it was your subordinates enslaving my foolish sister, or everything you did to the Black Dragonflight afterward."

"I once overlooked the power of mortals. I believed that no matter what, they could never compare to the Dragon Aspects. Even the elves of Quel'Thalas only changed my opinion somewhat, yet they still could not be mentioned in the same breath as the Dragon Aspects—until your arrival."

"In ancient times, your clansman Broxigar left an indelible impression on me, yet I had never seen your kind in Azeroth. When you Orcs appeared once more, you actually kidnapped my sister and enslaved the Red Dragonflight, though he deserves credit for all that as well!"

"You once served the descendant of the man I hated most, but in the end, you came to your senses and gravely wounded him. That pleased me. Those Black Dragons should also learn what it feels like to be betrayed."

"You killed two sons and one daughter