Azeroth’s Death Track

What happens in those shadows is unknown, but they often set the tone of how the world works.

Malygos, the king of magic, has never been a weak dragon. When he followed the titan guardian Tire to attack the zombified original dragon, the extremely powerful Galakrond, Galakrond bit Tyre to pieces. At the moment when the attackers were almost wiped out, Malygos conjured a boulder with magic, and threw it into Galakrond's throat with endless courage, choking the monster that could swallow the world. die.

Malygos is good at using wisdom to solve the problems he faces, but wisdom is often not omnipotent.

In the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, it witnessed the maddened Deathwing use the dragon soul to kill all the blue dragon compatriots who followed him on the battlefield, which left Malygos with the most terrifying Traumatized, it took the mighty spellweaver thousands of years to recover from that horrific encounter.

And now, just as it was unable to use wisdom to deal with the threat of Deathwing at that time, it was also unable to use wisdom to deal with Tyrion Dawnblade who was holding the dragon soul in front of him.

Put it down!

Malygos took a step back under the icy light refracted by the golden disc. Its icy blue snake pupils shone with intense hatred and endless killing intent. On the rainbow, it shouted to Tyrion who was standing beside the little star:

Take it away! I'm warning you one last time!

Seeing that the Focusing Rainbow in Malygos' hand began to shine with blue magic light, Nozdormu the Eternal's face changed slightly, and Ysera even exclaimed:

Don't stimulate it! Tyrion...Once the magic power of the Focusing Iris explodes, all creatures here and even all civilizations in Azeroth will not be able to survive! You can't withstand that kind of magic power!

Facing the threat from Malygos, the great lord acted very casually. He took the dragon soul from Xiao Xingxing's hand and tossed it up and down in his hand. His eyes stared at him with a strong threatening aura the Spellweaver, he whispered:

Of course, I am very aware of the threat that the Focusing Rainbow poses to this world, and of course I am also very aware of what choice Malygos will make.

Detonate it, Malygos! As long as you and your heirs are within the blast range, it doesn't matter if I'm there or not... Do you understand? So what if you kill my body? I've already I don't need a body to guarantee my existence... Perhaps what I look forward to seeing more than your empty threat is that you personally detonate the magical authority given to you by the guardians of the titans, abandon your mission, and start from within. The magnificent spectacle of tearing apart the entire Azeroth and completely burying this world!

Tyrion's voice became deeper and deeper, like a madman looking forward to destruction:

And before this world is buried for your madness, you will see with your own eyes the last descendant of the blue dragon army killed by you. Of course you can blame me for this, and you can tell yourself that I killed it. They... just like you told yourself that your compatriots died ten thousand years ago because of Deathwing's madness, not because of your weakness!

You've lied to yourself like this once, and I suppose it's okay to fool yourself a second time, right?

Tyrion's taunt made Malygos' dragon claws clenched the Focusing Iris more tightly, and the frantic sparks of magical power made every creature present feel strongly suffocated. That string will be completely broken, and maybe the next moment, the whole world will be completely broken here.

But the irony of the High Lord is not over yet...

Like a villain with insight into people's hearts, he kept using language as a weapon to sting the most painful wound in the old blue dragon's heart, and opened the newly healed wound again, tearing blood dripping.

I'm curious, Malygos, did you threaten Deathwing like this when he slaughtered your people ten thousand years ago? Did you tell him that if he didn't stop, you would Detonate the Focusing Rainbow and die with him?

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes sparkled with undisguised sarcasm:

I suppose, probably not?

So, who are you showing this ridiculous gesture of dying together? Do you really think that will scare me?

hum

A black and red death light blade appeared in Tyrion's hands. He stood behind the little star imprisoned by time in a very intimate gesture, and put the sharp light blade on the little star's neck. He looked at Malygos:

Let me, the great demon king in the mortal population, teach you how to threaten others... If you want me to feel scared, then don't talk about these useless things, just do it directly... Just like this!

hiss

The sharp blade of light drew a bloodstain on Little Xingxing's snow-white neck, and the gushing blood caused Malygos to loosen the claws that held the Focusing Rainbow tightly:

Enough! Let her go! I'd like to talk to you!

Cut, boring...

The great lord moved his wrist somewhat dissatisfied, the light blade shining with gloomy light suddenly dissipated at this moment, turned into a red light feather and floated in the air, while Ysera rushed to the little star, using the power of dreams to help this The poor little girl healed the wound on her neck.

The lunatic Tyrion really cut Little Xingxing's neck. Of course, this is not a fatal injury to the dragon.

Your emphasis on and protection of your bloodline has become your weakness, Malygos. Of course, it is precisely because of this weakness, or characteristics that can be salvaged, that I have worked tirelessly to come here...to be with you Let's talk about these things.

The great lord took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fingers. He looked at Malygos, then raised his left hand, and the golden disc drew a trajectory in the air and hit Malygos' paw. under.

This action stunned the old blue dragon. It raised its head and looked at Tyrion, who said calmly:

Negotiations need to show sincerity, this is my sincerity... the soul of the dragon belongs to you, it is meaningless to keep it in my hands, you can hide it, or find a way to destroy it, I suggest you With the second method, once that lunatic Dragon knows that this thing is in your hands, I'm afraid your Nexus will be completely torn down by its war dragons at midnight today.

What the hell are you trying to do?

The light of transfiguration shone on Malygos' body. After the light dissipated, an old man with a neatly combed white beard was wearing a blue robe, holding a bright staff that lingered in the arcane light curtain. The image of the high elf mage appeared in front of Tyrion. The old blue dragon bent down and picked up the dragon soul. He carefully examined the magic weapon in his hand. After a while, he turned his attention to Tyrion again. On Ryan:

You lost the hole card to check and balance me, are you not afraid that I will kill you here?

Is it up to you?

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth:

Do you really think that if I want to exterminate the blue dragon army, I still need to use the dragon soul? Don't think too highly of yourself, Malygos, you have been away from the world for too long, and the world is changing The monsters bred will surprise you...

Like you?

Malygos asked in a cold voice, but Tyrion frankly took this taunt as a compliment, he nodded, straightened his swordsman robe, and said in a low voice:

Of course, I'm the scariest...

Okay, the gossip is over, and you have heard my request, Law Weaver, I will not allow you to disrupt the upcoming world reform, nor will I allow you to intervene in my plan for the world. Under my protection, Dragon and his war dragons will not come to trouble you, and when the Black Pantheon descends on Azeroth, I will stand with you...against the Fallen Titans.

Malygos didn't answer right away, he looked at Nozdormu the Eternal standing on the edge of the platform, and then at Ysera, the spellweaver was silent for several minutes under the shining eyes of the two, and finally he He nodded, and said a little lonely:

Okay, I promise.

But the next moment, Malygos' voice became tough in vain:

But if the magic tide causes disastrous consequences, I will immediately intervene...There are too many secrets hidden in this world, and the existence of the guardian dragon is to separate these dangerous secrets from the present world, This is our mission... a mission engraved in our souls, don't try to make us give up on it!

whatever.

The great lord waved his hand in a somewhat dispirited manner. He turned around and walked towards the door to the dead world that opened suddenly. He said without looking back:

Keep the Focusing Rainbow safe, Spellweaver, it will be very useful in the upcoming war.

It will be a sincere gift from us to the Burning Legion... I hope they are ready to accept it.

Buzz, buzz

Nozdormu and Ysera nodded to Malygos. In the golden halo of time and the dissipation of the dream gate, the two dragon kings also disappeared under the starry sky constructed by magic power. Seconds later, the imprisoned time here began to flow again. In the posture of those pure-blooded blue dragons Mengru waking up, Little Xingxing grinned and touched his snow-white neck. On the intact skin, there seemed to be some A stream of excruciating pain.

It was as if it had just been cut open and then perfectly healed.

cough cough

A deep cough focused the attention of all the blue dragons again. In front of their eyes, there was a gleam in the old and wise eyes of the elf-shaped spell-weaver Malygos. He said in a deep voice:

The coming magic tide will have an impact on Azeroth. As the blue dragon army monitoring the flow of magic power in the world, we cannot sit idly by, so I decided...

Close the Demon Nexus and Coldarra Base Camp, and all adult blue dragons will be placed in several observation points around the world to closely monitor the flow of magic power in the world until the impact of the magic tide on the world completely dissipates!

Karec, you and Telegosa head to the Sunwell node in Quel'Thalas to monitor the abandoned mana points there for signs of reactivation.

Harleen, you return to Winterspring with Stellagosa and the current Coldarra's whelp, and try your best to curb the active magic node of Methoril.

Sapphiron, commander of the Azure Blade Legion, fully took over the defense and monitoring work of the Needle of Sharp Stream. There have recently appeared annoying ethereals, drive them away completely!

Arygos went to the Maelstrom to monitor the Deep Rock Continent and the elemental border nodes in the present world, Maticgosa went to Mount Hyjal to monitor the Land of Fire and the elemental border nodes in the present world, and Andorgos went to the Endless Sea to monitor the abyss The Throat and the elemental border nodes of the present world, Azso Regus first put down Azshara’s ancient artifact guarding work, and went to the Silithus Desert to monitor the sky wall and the elemental border nodes of the present world!

A series of specific assignments came from Malygos. This is the largest operation of the Blue Dragon Army in the past thousand years. The dragons looked motivated, but they didn't notice the blank look in Malygos the Spellweaver's eyes.

First, Deathwing Neltharion, who regained his sanity, sent an envoy to sincerely apologize and try to make up for the 10,000-year disaster, and then Tyrion combined with Nozdormu and Ysera to force the palace. For a period of time, the Spellweaver has clearly felt the changes that are taking place in this world. He hates Deathwing, so he will not join the side of the Dark Pantheon, but he also has doubts about Tyrion Dawnblade .

Malygos felt that maybe it was time for him to leave the Nexus and go to the world to see the changes under time. At this boring moment, he urgently needed to release his pressure.

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Recently, Thrall, the great chief of the tribe, has been sleeping very badly every night.

It is not because of the political pressure of the tribe. On the contrary, the tribe has not had any major incidents, whether internal or external, in recent times. It is as calm as ever. The leaders of the younger generation are already familiar with all the internal affairs of the tribe, and everything is in order. It runs according to plan, and there is absolutely nothing to worry about.

But Sal has suffered from insomnia for nearly 7 days in a row...

The city of Orgrimmar was very quiet under the night. Thrall was standing by the window of his room in his pajamas, condescendingly looking down at the city built by his fathers, a trace of pride flashed in his tired eyes, he He reached out to make himself a cup of tea, which was the best tea brought back from the Eastern Continent by his older sister, Taressa. His long-sleeved and dancing human sister was already the leading businessman in the tribe.

It is said that Taretha has recently been busy developing a trade route from Kalimdor to the New Gilneas Federal District of the Eastern Kingdom, from where you can go to the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs, which is now open to merchants. Moreover, Thrall used the power of the great chief and sent some of the best spies of the orcs to search around the world. The last news was that Thalesa's husband, Thales, was probably imprisoned in Draenor by the undead. in a prison.

That's probably why Taretha wanted to go to Draenor with all her heart.

I have to go and see my little nephew tomorrow.

Thrall was drinking tea, thinking about what to do tomorrow, and then casually opened an elemental tome left by the elder Drek'Thar. Because of the noisy voices in his mind, he couldn't fall asleep, so he could only use this way to pass the time, but just tonight, this ordinary night, at the moment when Thrall began to communicate with the elements according to the description in the classic, in his spirit, he saw the extremely active elemental power like a sea tide Generally, the scene of tumbling and beating the barriers of the world.

In just a blink of an eye, this extremely talented orc shaman saw the flaming realm of fire, the wall of the sky above the sky, and the turbulent world under the deep sea. The Throat of the Abyss, and the Earth Elemental Realm composed of stones and crystals, the Continent of Deep Rock.

The entangled power of the four elements struck Thrall's mind like a heavy hammer. At the next moment, Thrall's eyes suddenly opened, and in the collision of the violent elements in his body, he opened his mouth and spewed out scorching water. blood.

ah!!!