Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1317 67. Sorry, "Rich Woman Happy Dragon" Heijiao, but she gave too much - please vote for me [13]

"I don't understand why a Chaos like you must defend this world so stubbornly, but Draenor is not worth saving, pirate."

In the dark night of the Arak Peaks, Dragon Mother Sinestra, who had originally planned to deal with it casually and then leave, now earnestly persuaded the pirates in front of her.

she says:

"The power of this world has been weakened to the extreme. As a black dragon who was once given the power of the earth by Titan, I can hear its wailing every second in this world.

Its heart of the world has begun to fragment due to the passage of life. This is all because of the massacre caused by the orcs in this world, and it was the children born in this world who destroyed it with their own hands.

Now the demons are coming again, and the corruption of evil energy is accelerating the collapse of Draenor. The world is hopeless. "

The mother of black dragons whispered:

"I think my daughter has told you the mission we were given by Deathwing. We came to this world with the dragon eggs accumulated by the Black Dragon Legion over thousands of years, just to wait for the moment of its death.

As a world destroyer with authority over the earth, he knows very well that a world will release huge amounts of energy when it is destroyed, and being exposed to those world-destroying energies can cause wonderful changes in the black dragon egg.

These hatchlings that are born when a world dies are endowed with some wonderful 'symbols', and Deathwing wants to use them to carry out experiments that I think are evil.

It wants to personally create a monster that can swallow Azeroth.

Nefarian is doing the same thing, my poor son is more like his father, fearing Deathwing while trying his best to learn from it.

It is also contributing its own strength to its father's cause of annihilation.

This makes me sad.

Makes me feel like I'm not a good mother. "

"Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes, ma'am."

Blake comforted him hypocritically:

“Some roots are born to be trampled, and some whelps are born to be evil, like Nefarian.

In my opinion, the darkness of the Black Dragon Prince may be due to his natural depravity, but it is purely the result of his own 'efforts' that he lives his life as a bastard who hides in the darkness and plots unforeseen conspiracies.

This has nothing to do with you.

You are a great mother, Ysera once told me, and when I traveled through dreams with her, the Awakened told me your story.

She said that she and you were good friends before the black dragon fell.

She even told me your previous name, which was ‘Cynthelia’. I have to say that this name is more in line with your noble and mature temperament, madam. "

"Ysera? Hasn't her habit of spreading boring gossip changed?"

The Black Dragon Mother snorted, bared her teeth at Black, and said:

“Don’t call that name!

That will remind me of the pain and suffering in the past. Let's continue the topic. I can order my black dragons to support you in your battle with the devil.

But don't expect us to join the battlefield head-on. That will make Deathwing dissatisfied, and we will suffer when the time comes.

We can assist you in secret, such as helping you prevent demons from other areas from moving to Shadowmoon Valley. "

"That's okay too."

Blake didn't ask for more.

Dragon Mother also sneered and said:

"But if you show any sign of failure, I will retreat with my black dragons and hide, waiting patiently for the moment when the world falls apart.

Well, the deal is done.

Now, tell me where is the pure black dragon? "

"Ah? When did I say that there are pure black dragons in this world?"

Blake's eyes widened and he said:

"When Deathwing degenerated into a terrifying magma tentacle monster, all black dragons were contaminated from the end of their bloodline. Even we humans know this, how could you not know it?

And everything I just said is based on ‘what if’.

It may or may not exist. "

"you!"

Seeing the stinky pirate starting to act rogue, the dragon mother's slender nostrils in human form began to spit out sparks.

Clearly, she was angry.

"What else do you want? Greedy bastard."

Countess Sinestra was losing her patience.

She moved her neck, and the healed but ugly scars on her slender and white neck were exposed, like a weird "tattoo".

She said to Blake irritably:

"Say your terms, pirate. You are challenging the patience of a black dragon, and that is what we have very little left."

"What I want is simple, ma'am."

The smelly pirate played with the gold coins in his hand and whispered:

"You hired me to kill your husband, but the Destroyer is powerful and I need help."

"I can't help you."

Mother Dragon shook her head and said decisively:

“No black dragon can resist Deathwing in front of it, not only because it is the king of the black dragons, but also because the corruption of our bloodline has turned us from its tribesmen into its slaves.

Believe me, pirate, I want to see Deathwing die in front of me more than anyone else!

Do you know why? "

Sinestra looked into the pirate's eyes, pulled down her collar, revealing the terrible scars on her body, and said:

"There are only one female in the black dragon clan now. Although we are different from the red dragon and green dragon in that we are not a matriarchal clan, how can we reproduce without females?

The black dragon withered away 10,000 years ago, and our current tribe has only slightly more people than the blue dragon. The number of black dragons born in the past 10,000 years is even less than 100.

As the mother of the black dragon, my duty should be to lead the people to prosper my tribe, but I can't do that now. I lost my purity, my mission, and the meaning of my existence.

All this is because of Deathwing!

It was supposed to protect us and destroyed us. Not only was it the annihilator of Azeroth, but it was also the 'genocide' of the black dragons. Not to mention the torture it caused to me makes me have nightmares to this day.

But I really can't help you with this matter. You can only rely on yourself. This is why I gave you a gold coin.

To be honest, I didn't expect you to succeed in the assassination at all.

This is just a beautiful fantasy.

You and I should both know this. "

"It used to be fantasy, but not necessarily anymore."

Blake showed a mysterious smile and took out a delicate small bottle from his arms, which contained some weird green liquid. He threw the bottle to the mother of dragons.

The latter took it in his hand and said dismissively:

"Poison? I don't think there is any poison in this world that can harm my husband who has been swallowed by the void. It is the most poisonous thing in Azeroth."

"Don't talk so eloquently."

The pirate shrugged and made a sniffing motion. The mother of dragons doubtfully pulled off the cap of the bottle, put it under her nostrils and sniffed, and a strange smell rushed into her nostrils.

The next moment, as the mother of the black dragon, who had reached the realm of demigod, she actually felt faint dizziness.

She shook her body and called for fire to blow out from her nostrils to burn away the poisonous gas and then she felt better. But this also made Sinestra's eyes become intense when she looked at the poison in her hand.

If this magical toxin can poison himself, it means that Deathwing will also be affected.

Although it is definitely not fatal, it can definitely weaken the power of Deathwing. What's more, the World Destroyer is still recovering from his injuries and is himself weak.

"Where did you find something like this?"

The mother of dragons looked at the pirate with bright eyes. The latter grinned and said mysteriously:

"There are always magical things among the stars. Deathwing relies on gifts from the Titans to survive. If you want to harm it, you must find something of the same level."

He patted the two Devourer's Fangs inserted into his belt. The divine poison emitted by these things was very terrifying.

"Go back to your husband, madam. It is so weak that it needs someone to take care of it. As a gentle and mature wife, she should stay with her weak husband at this time."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring and said:

"Find a more reliable alchemist and put this cute little thing into your husband's mouth. Don't rush, a little at a time, it will be effective over time.

I need some time to prepare for the assassination, but you see, I gave you hope, right?

You also give me something I want. "

Blake glanced at the location of the still-burning Tongtian Peak, and finally said what he needed.

He pointed to the burning sky and said to the Dragon Mother:

"I know that the black dragons under your command were stationed in Tongtian Peak for a while, and Onyxia once led them to search for some legendary arakkoa treasures here.

But before the treasure could be found, the Black Dragon Princess returned to Azeroth.

I am also interested in those treasures, but just now I walked around the ruins and found that it had been 'cleaned'. "

The pirate took the pipe from the corner of his mouth and said to the black dragon mother in front of him:

"So, all the treasures there have been taken away by you? As expected of the greedy black dragon, do you really have the legendary habit of sleeping on piles of treasures?"

"Those imps who are always restless were indeed obsessed with searching for treasures in the ruins of the Raven Empire for a while."

Dragon Mother frowned and said:

"But for an elderly dragon like me, the fun of treasure hunting seems so boring, and I did not participate in it, but they did dedicate some of the most precious arakkoa treasures to me.

what would you like? "

"It depends on what you have in hand."

Blake sat on the stone next to him and said to the Dragon Mother:

"I could have taken it all, but considering that we are already partners in the murder of your husband, madam, I have to restrain my greed and leave a good impression on you.

I just want two things. "

The pirate raised his finger and made a two sign, and said:

"First of all, I want to store a mechanical creation in the ruins of Tongtian Peak. The Crow people call it 'Breath of Rukhma'. There should be only one, and it was seriously damaged in the destruction of Tongtian Peak."

"Well, I have an impression of that thing!"

Sinestra nodded and said:

"When the imps presented it to me, I was still surprised that there was a civilization in a wild world like Draenor that could create such exquisite things.

Although I can't understand its purpose, it is elegant and beautiful enough, so I store it in my lair as a clothes rack. I can give it to you anytime you want.

What about the second thing? "

"The second one is even easier."

Blake rubbed his hands and said:

“The arakkoa empire has been pursuing the secrets of the world. According to their legend, they gathered the power of the empire to shape five flaming gold rings made of the power of the sun.

One of them was lost due to political struggles in the arakkoa empire.

Not long ago, Quel'dorei archaeologists found it in the tomb of the arakkoa king, but the remaining four were stored in the palace of Tongtian Peak until the fall of the arakkoa empire.

I once asked Kargath, the orc chief who led the destruction of the arakkoa, and he told me that there was no sun ring among the trophies he collected. He would never forget something like that if he saw it once.

Therefore, those rings must be in your hands.

I want them!

No one should be missing. "

This request made the Dragon Mother frown, and she asked:

"What are those rings for?"

"So they are indeed in your possession?"

the pirate asked.

The Dragon Mother nodded.

She unleashed a giant dragon magic in front of the pirates, as if she reached out and gently grabbed the air, and a bracelet with four flame gold rings appeared in her hand.

Sinestra caressed them as if they were treasures, and whispered:

"This is the most adorable piece of jewelry I've ever found in Draenor. When those little devils gave it to me, it made me happy for days.

Although I don't know what these ring embryos are used for, I can feel that the huge potential has not been released. This is a treasure that even the Dragon Kings cannot obtain. "

"They can be used to connect to the heart of the world and gain the blessings of the world's power."

Blake explains:

"Five rings, five powers, the final gift from Draenor, a rare world treasure."

"We want one!"

The mother of dragons snorted and threw the bracelet in her hand to Blake.

She crossed her arms and said:

"You seem to want the black dragons to stay in this world forever. In fact, I also have expectations for the future you described where the black dragons abandon the past and start over in the new world.

But if we want to be the protectors of the world, it is natural to have a world artifact.

You have to leave this world eventually, right? "

"You'll get one."

Blake said casually:

“The holder of one of them will voluntarily give up his life in the future, and you can get it at that time.

Even the one that belongs to me, I can personally give it to you when I am strong enough, my dear wife, as long as we maintain a good cooperative relationship.

I have always been generous to my friends.

But for the remaining three, you have to rely on yourself.

These rings are not soul-bound. In other words, as long as you can grab them, steal them or even buy them, they will be yours.

Perhaps the grievances and grievances of these five rings will make Draenor very lively in the future, but that has nothing to do with me.

By the way, when you have free time, you might as well take the time to go to the High Mountains of the Broken Islands. The scenery there is very good, and the tauren there are also very welcoming.

Among them, there is a guy named Black Horn who is the best at bragging.

Listening to him brag is a pleasure and will definitely make a mature and elegant lady like you happy and happy. "

Sinestra nodded, she already knew all the information she needed.

The pirate politely said goodbye to the dragon mother in front of him, and said softly:

"Then, happy to work with you, ma'am."

"The next time I see you, it will probably be your husband's funeral. Please don't be too sad. For a twisted relationship, letting go in time is the right choice."