Azeroth’s Death Track

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Ms. Onyxia was inexplicably upset recently.

This beauty without powder is wearing a nightgown and leaning on her favorite sofa. The beautiful and amazing legs are so casually laid on the side. She holds a copy of the Explorers Association. Second-rate biography, but the mind is completely absent from this book.

She has maintained human form for several years. It seems that she was originally a normal human female, not a terrifying and evil black dragon princess. The living habits of the dragon also disappeared in her life long ago. She even felt that she had forgotten the fact that she was a dragon, as if it was a distant dream.

But recently, in the last few days, the kind of dragon in her heart is gradually awakening. Yesterday, a maid in her mansion was almost burnt to ashes by the Countess in the nap with the dragon breath.

The poor girl was probably terrified.

"This is not normal... something must have happened."

Onyxia threw the biography in her hand aside. She rubbed her forehead and stood upset from the sofa, and walked to the mansion window. She took a lady cigarette from the drawer in hand and was about to light it. , I suddenly saw a very familiar figure outside the window of this dark night, at the gate of this remote manor, holding a lamp, just standing there so quietly.

That is...

Wings of death!

That's her father, the eternal nightmare in her heart, is it... Isn't the dragon's innate recovery the hell?

Looking at the figure standing in the night, looking at the lantern with a pale light, Onyxia's spirit was a little trance for a while, but she knew that since the wings of death came, she could not avoid it. not see.

A few minutes later, Onyxia, who changed into a long skirt, walked out of her mansion. She tried to adjust her breathing, trying to calm herself down, but was really close to the death wing in a black trench coat At that time, the fingers of the black dragon princess still shivered.

"father."

She tried to make herself seem humble enough so as not to irritate her moody old father.

However, contrary to Onyxia's expectations, Deathwing didn't pay attention to these little things at all. In the slightly gleam of pale halo, he with a hood said in a dry, low voice:

"Come with me, Master, to see you."

"Ok?"

Onyxia's eyes widened sharply.

the host?

The always proud father actually referred to others as "masters". Wasn't Agrama in the Dark Pantheon already dead? Could it be that Sargeras has arrived?

"Go, where?"

Onyxia was afraid for a while, she couldn't help but ask:

"Am I among the stars?"

This question gave the already-turned Death Wings a bit. The original Dragon King said in a decent voice:

"Where else can I go? Of course it's the dead world...I see the Lord Lord and my honorable master, Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn!"

"!!!"

This answer completely confused Onyxia's thinking.

When did my father become a subordinate of that lunatic? Wait, dead world? How can the living enter the dead world?

Princess Black Dragon suddenly realized a terrible problem. In a cold wind blowing, she turned back and looked at her mansion, to the top floor of the mansion, inside the balcony on the top floor, in the window In the middle, the other still stood there, holding a cigarette, as if it were a dull statue.

Onyxia immediately stretched out her hands and saw the arms that were as phantom as the spirit, she was so awake.

Unconsciously, his own soul has actually detached from the body.

Beside her, the vast mist has completely shrouded everything around it, as if this area is no longer in this world, as if he has really stepped into the dead realm.

A tremor and fear climbed on Onyxia's heart, and the Black Dragon Princess looked forward. Her father had walked a few meters away, and the light of the dangling pale lantern was almost about to be caught. The fog blocked.

"Wait for me!"

An unexplained heart palpitation made Onyxia no longer hesitate, she quickly caught up with her father, and then escaped the misty surroundings.

Princess Black Dragon is a very cautious and wise man, uh, mother dragon.

If she was not smart enough, she could not escape from the Deep Rock Continent with her brother when she was still weak. Now that things are changing, her brother Nefarian has become the death lord of the Legion, And she herself, under the circumstance of destiny, became a close friend of the empress, and lived in human civilization all year round as a human being.

The father disappeared, his brother died, the staff of the Black Dragon Legion withered, and some of the last orthodox black dragons were sheltered by the power of Onyxia. They lived in the black dragon territory deep in the dust and mud swamp. But in recent years, the "baby boom" that spread the world has actually affected this group of last black dragons.

In the current Black Dragon Territory, there are already nearly 100 healthy black dragon hatchlings. Because the chaotic blood of the Death Wings has been eliminated, these naturally born black dragons are all members of the most orthodox guardian dragon army, the Blue Dragon. The little princess Stella Gosa has come to Onyxia several times. It is said that the dragon army intends to accept the black dragon to rejoin. However, after Onyxia thought twice, she still refused the invitation.

She feels that it is good for the currently weak Black Dragon to hide in the human empire with increasing signs of resurgence.

Unfortunately, Onyxia did not want to find trouble, but trouble took the initiative to find her.

Seeing that she really stepped into the boundaries of the dead world, the Black Dragon Princess couldn't help but think insanely, what is the real big man looking for her?

But she did not dare to take the initiative to ask her father who had become a dead creature. She could only follow the wings of death, step into the lonely castle, and finally stopped in front of a closed door.

"This is it."

The human form of Death Wing looked at his dreaded daughter, and there was a flash of unhappiness in the eyes of the death dragon.

"Go in! What a cowardly gesture looks like!"

The Wings of Death snorted and turned to leave. He shook his head, looking sad and indignant, just like an old dad who was angry.

"You are the daughter of the Wings of Death, no matter what it is, you should face it calmly!"

This low rebuke came into the ears of Princess Black Dragon and made her raise her head violently. She looked at the back of the death wing. What happened tonight was too bizarre. She actually went from the death wing. In the voice, a slight flowing feeling was heard. It seemed as if the real father said to his daughter.

It's hard to imagine what happened to his father after his death so that his temperament could change so much?

But in connection with what his father said, Onyxia had another courage in his heart, yes, she was the daughter of the Wings of Death! She is a fateful black dragon princess, she should not behave so badly!

"boom"

Onyxia reached out and pushed open the door, and then she saw the shadow that remained deepest in her heart.

"Borval..."

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"The results of the Forgotten Council of Kings have come out."

Forgetting the incumbent speaker of the Council of Kings, Berval Fortagan handed a list to the chief lord in front of him, Tyrion took the list in his hand, probably glanced at it, then looked up and looked at his face calmly Boval, the lord's finger flicked on the table, he asked:

"You, don't you go with us?"

"Nope."

Bewar relieved, he said in a calm voice:

"Exploring the death star sea really makes people feel the long-lost passion. The legendary stories that will be encountered in the stars are quite fascinating, but thinking about it, I still can't let go...I have already seen it myself Seeing that it has gone through the most difficult path, maybe soon, the legendary story that belongs to the world itself will really start."

The silent and forgetful kings whispered:

"I don't want to miss this story"

"Jean, Terenas, Magni, Thorison, Faw, and those orcs, and Malfurion, we all think so, of course, we are in this world, also There are ties that cannot be put down, and ties that death cannot cut."

There was sincerity and a hint of pleading in Bowar's voice, and Tyrion did not answer immediately. He looked at the list in his hand, his finger on the table, and after a few minutes of silence, he shook his head:

"It's like a journey, it's like a banquet, there is always a time to end, there is always a time to part."

"Now that your heart is determined, I will not retain it... But Boval, although I will leave here, but when I look back occasionally, if you fail to fulfill your duties, if you let this legend go The new born world is so ordinary, then..."

"I won't find trouble in this world."

"But I'm having trouble with you! Do you understand?"

Hearing what the High Lord said, Berwalton was relieved. He stretched out his hand, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly. He was like a knight:

"Forgetting the Council of Kings will not let you down, lord! This world will go on according to your plan and expectations until its legendary story travels across the sea of ​​stars."

"Well, that's it."

The Lord Lord nodded. He leaned back on the chair with some tiredness. He said:

"I will leave your "Forgotten Kings" level body, as the bottom card to intervene in the world when necessary, and the death guard that continues to be shaped in the Naraksha engine. They will become the power of the Forgotten Kings and be properly used. They! In addition, tell Jean that his death has been dragged on for too long, and I hope to see the matter come to an end before I leave."

"Okay, Lord Lord, I will tell Jean."

Beval took his gentleman hat from his hand, and the forgotten kings in robes turned around, and at this moment, the door behind him was pushed open, and the woman imprinted in Beval’s mind was so abrupt Appeared in front of him.

"Oni..."

"Borval..."

The two old men who met in a soul gesture stopped so dull in the office of the Lord of the Lord. In the past, like the things in the past, these two people almost never imagined that they had another day to meet and watched them. After looking at each other for more than ten seconds, the impatient lord knocked on the table, waking them up.

"To fall in love and talk elsewhere! Don't delay my time!"

Bovar's fingers jumped, he coughed slightly, and covered his gaffe, while Onyxia, like a shy lady, turned her eyes away, and the two passed by like strangers. At that moment, with his hands on the table, the lord who supported his chin suddenly said:

"Oh, by the way, there is a banquet in Dark Blade City tonight...Borval, remember to be in costume, and you, Ms. Onyxia, you are a special guest... your skirt is good, No need to change."

She has always forgotten the footsteps of the Speakers of the Kings and stumbled, and Onyxia seemed to have a hunch. She looked up and looked at the High Lord. There was a smile that could not be concealed in Tyrion’s right eye. .

"Lord Lord, I..."

"Huh? What do you call me?"

Hearing Onyxia's title, Tyrion snorted dissatisfiedly. Princess Black Dragon once again remembered the scene when the two first met. She hurriedly changed her title:

"Uncle Tyrion, I mean, are you going to come to me, is there anything important?"

The Lord Lord nodded in satisfaction, he picked up a few documents, looked at it, and said:

"I heard that you rejected the invitation of the Dragon Kings? Are you planning to return to the Dragon Army? What I want to tell you is that if your world can survive this disaster, the dragon family will become the next era. , The positive forces in the world of Azeroth... don’t you feel sorry for this?"

"Nothing to regret, uncle."

Onyxia tried to calm herself down, she said:

"Lost the guardian's authority and no transcendent status. The dragon is just one of the strangest races in the world. The dragons' civilizational form similar to the clan determines their development in the future world. No human civilization can develop on the two paths of magic and engineering at the same time. If I am a gambler, then I will definitely put all my net worth on humans..."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Tyrion was very satisfied with Onyxia's answer. He flicked his finger and threw a book to Princess Black Dragon in front of him:

"Since I don’t want to go back to the dragon civilization again, then the black dragon will do things for me in the future. My family members, those blood races will plan a war in the dark world after the war. They try to reshape the dark world of Azeroth. Order is very arrogant, but I appreciate it. They are very satisfied with the maintenance of rules and order, so you and your people should join the war as their allies."

"And what you have recently felt is the anxiety of the dragon's nature, which is just a side effect of the world's power increase... don't need to worry too much."

Onyxia nodded, she knew that she had no right to oppose Tyrion's "proposal".

"There is a second thing."

The Lord Lord looked at the Black Dragon Princess in front of him and said:

"Bovar and the other forgotten kings are to stay in this world. I want you to help me watch him...if he does something unreasonable because of his past fetters..."

"I will stop him!"

Before the lord had finished speaking, Onyxia said voluntarily:

"Relax, Uncle Terion, this world will go on according to your plan!"

"Well, yes, yes. You know the general, go ahead and prepare, the banquet... is about to begin."

Lord Lord stood up, he whispered:

"I destroyed your love, my niece..."

"Today, I will return it to you."

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