Chapter 1182 23. Trivia About the Black Dragon Before the War

Ms. Onyxia has been inexplicably agitated recently.

This beautiful woman who does not wear makeup is wearing a nightgown at this time, leaning on her favorite sofa, her amazingly beautiful legs are casually laid aside, holding a book published by the League of Explorers in her hand. The second-rate biography, but the mind is not on this book at all.

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

But recently, in the past few days, the will of the dragon in her heart has gradually awakened. Yesterday, a maid in her mansion was almost burned to ashes by the countess who was taking a nap with the breath of the dragon.

The poor girl must have been terrified.

"It's not normal...something must have happened."

Onyxia threw the biography in her hand aside, she rubbed her forehead, stood up from the sofa irritably, walked to the window of the mansion, took out a lady's cigarette from the drawer at hand, and was about to light it Suddenly, outside the window of this night, at the gate of his remote manor, there is a very familiar figure, holding a lamp, standing there so quietly.

That is...

Deathwing!

That was her father, the eternal nightmare in her heart, could it be... Could it be that he was responsible for the revival of the dragon's nature?

Looking at the figure standing in the dark night and the lantern emitting pale light, Onyxia was in a trance for a while, but she knew that since Deathwing came, she couldn't avoid it. not see.

A few minutes later, Onyxia, who had changed into a long dress, walked out of her mansion. She tried her best to regulate her breathing, trying to calm herself down, but when she was really close to Deathwing wearing a black windbreaker, she walked out of the mansion. At that time, Princess Black Dragon's fingers still couldn't help trembling.

"Father."

She tried to look humble enough not to anger her moody old father.

But beyond Onyxia's expectations, Deathwing didn't pay attention to these trivial matters at all. In the faint light of the pale halo, he with a hood said in a dry and low voice:

"Follow me, Master, I want to see you."

"Um?"

Onyxia's eyes widened suddenly.

Owner?

The always proud father actually called other people "masters". Isn't Aggramar of the Dark Pantheon dead? Could it be that Sargeras has arrived?

"Go, where are you going?"

Onyxia was afraid for a moment, she couldn't help asking:

"Among the stars?"

This question stunned Deathwing, who had already turned around, and the original dragon king said in a natural voice:

"Where else can I go? Of course it's the Dead Realm... meet the High Lord and my honorable master, Your Excellency Tyrion Dawnblade!"

"!!!"

This answer completely confused Onyxia's thinking.

When did father become that lunatic's subordinate? Wait, dead world? How can the living enter the realm of the dead?

Princess Black Dragon suddenly realized a very serious problem. In a gust of cold wind, she suddenly turned her head, looked at her mansion, looked at the top floor of the mansion, inside the balcony on the top floor, between the windows Among them, the other self was still standing there, holding a cigarette, like a dull statue.

Onyxia immediately stretched out her hands, and when she saw those illusory arms like spirit bodies, she just woke up like a dream.

Before he knew it, his soul had actually left his body.

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

A tremor and fear climbed into Onyxia's heart. The black dragon princess looked forward, her father had already walked a few meters away, and the light of the dangling pale lantern was about to be wiped out. The fog covered it.

"Wait for me!"

An unexplained heart palpitation made Onyxia stop hesitating. She quickly caught up with her father and escaped the envelopment of the fog.

Princess Black Dragon is a very cautious and wise person, er, a female dragon.

If she was not wise enough, she would not have been able to escape from Deep Rock Continent with her brother when she was still weak. Now things have changed drastically, and her brother Nefarian has become the death lord of the Dark Blade Legion. And she herself, by chance, became a close friend of the Empress of the Empire, living in the human civilization as a human being all the year round.

My father disappeared, my brother died, and the members of the Black Dragon Legion were withered. The last orthodox black dragons were protected by Onyxia's power and lived in the black dragon territory deep in Dustwallow Marsh. I thought that the Black Dragon Legion would become the history of the past. But just in recent years, the "baby boom" spreading across the world has actually affected these last group of black dragons.

In the current black dragon territory, there are already nearly 100 healthy black dragon hatchlings. Because the chaotic blood of Deathwing has been eliminated, these naturally born black dragons are all members of the most orthodox guardian dragon army, the blue dragon. The little princess Stellagosa of the family has come to Onyxia several times. It is said that the Dragon Legion intends to accept the black dragon to rejoin, but Onyxia rejected the invitation after repeated consideration.

She felt that it would be good for the currently weak black dragon to just hide in the human empire, which was increasingly showing signs of resurgence.

It's a pity that Onyxia didn't want to make trouble, but the trouble came to her on its own initiative.

Seeing that she really stepped into the boundary of death, the black dragon princess couldn't help but wonder in her heart, what is the real big man doing with her?

But she didn't dare to take the initiative to ask her father who had become a dead creature, so she could only follow Deathwing into the lonely castle, and finally stopped in front of a closed door.

"It's here."

Deathwing in human form looked at his cowering daughter, and a trace of displeasure flashed in the death dragon's eyes.

"Go in! What does this cowardly posture look like!"

Deathwing snorted and turned to leave. He shook his head, mourning his misfortune and indignantly, just like an old father who has been pissed off.

"You are the daughter of Deathwing, no matter what is in front of you, you should face it calmly!"

The low voice of reprimand came into the ears of the Black Dragon Princess, causing her to raise her head abruptly. She looked at Deathwing's back, everything that happened tonight was too bizarre. In the voice, there was a slight flow of emotion, as if, it seemed like what a real father said to his daughter.

It's hard to imagine, what happened to my father after his death that caused his temperament to change like this?

But thinking of what her father said, Onyxia felt a little courage in her heart, yes, she is the daughter of Deathwing! She is the Black Dragon Princess of Destiny, she shouldn't behave so badly!

"boom"

Onyxia stretched out her hand and opened the door, and then saw the shadow that remained in the deepest part of her heart.

"Bolvar..."

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

The incumbent speaker of the Council of Forgotten Kings, Bolvar Fordragon, handed a list to the great lord in front of him. Tyrion took the list in his hand, glanced at it, then raised his head, and looked at the calm-faced Bolvar, the high lord flicked his fingers on the table, and he asked:

"You, won't you come with us?"

"No."

Bolvar breathed a sigh of relief, and 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 and produced among the stars are quite fascinating, but after thinking about it, I still can't let it go...I have seen it with my own eyes. Seeing that it has gone through the most difficult part of the road, maybe soon, the legendary story of this world itself will really start."

The quiet Forgotten King whispered:

"I don't really want to miss this story"

"Jin, Terenas, Magni, Thaurissan, Faol, those orcs, and Malfurion, we all think so. Of course, in this world, we also There are fetters that cannot be let go, and fetters that cannot be broken even by death."

There was sincerity and pleading in Bovar's voice, but Tyrion didn't answer immediately, he looked at the list in his hand, put his fingers on the table, and after several minutes of silence, he shook his head:

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

"Since you have made up your mind, I won't keep it anymore...But Bolvar, although I will leave here, when I look back occasionally, if you fail to perform your duties well, if you let this legendary The world at birth is so ordinary, then..."

"I will not trouble the world."

"But I'm bothering you! Do you understand?"

Hearing what the great lord said, Bolvar was relieved immediately. He stretched out his hand, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly, like a knight:

"The Council of Forgotten Kings will not let you down, High Lord! This world will go on according to your plan and expectations, until its legendary stories travel across the sea of ​​stars."

"Well, that's it."

The great lord nodded, he leaned back on the chair tiredly, and said:

"I will leave your 'Forgotten Kings' level body as a trump card to interfere with the world when necessary, and the death guards that continue to be molded in the engine of Nalaksha, they will become the power of the Forgotten Kings, use them properly They! Also, tell Genn that his death has dragged on for too long, and I hope to see this matter satisfactorily concluded before I leave."

"Okay, big lord, I will tell Jin."

Bolvar picked up his gentleman's 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 engraved in Bolvar's heart was so abrupt. Appeared before his eyes.

"Oni..."

"Bolvar..."

The two old people who met in the form of souls just stopped in the office of the great lord in such a daze. The past was like a previous life. These two people almost never imagined that they would meet again one day. Seeing them After staring at each other for more than ten seconds, the impatient high lord knocked on the table, waking them up.

"If you want to fall in love, go to other places! Don't waste my time!"

Bolvar's fingers jumped, and he coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe, while Onyxia, like a shy lady, turned her eyes away, and just as the two of them passed by like strangers, At that moment, the great lord who propped his hands on the table and propped his chin suddenly said again:

"Oh, by the way, there is a banquet in Darkblade City tonight... Bolvar, remember to dress up, and you, Ms. Onyxia, you are the special guest... Your dress is very good, There is no need to change it."

The usually steady footsteps of the Forgotten Kings Speaker staggered, but Onyxia seemed to have a premonition of something. She raised her head and looked at the great lord. In Tyrion's right eye, there was a smile that could not be concealed. .

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Huh? What did you call me?"

Hearing Onyxia's address, Tyrion snorted in dissatisfaction. Princess Black Dragon once again remembered the scene when the two met for the first time, and she hurriedly changed her address:

"Uncle Tyrion, I mean, you came to me, is there anything important?"

Only then did the great lord nod his head in satisfaction. He casually picked up a few documents, flipped through them, and said:

"I heard that you rejected the solicitation of the dragon kings? Don't you plan to return to the dragon army? What I want to tell you is that if your world can survive this disaster, the dragon clan will become the leader of the next era. , a positive force in the world of Azeroth... don't you feel sorry for this?"

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Uncle."

Onyxia tried to calm herself down, saying:

"Without the authority of the guardian, without the transcendent status, the giant dragon is just one of the strange races in this world, and the clan-like civilization of the giant dragons determines their development in the future world. If I were a gambler without the development of human civilization in the two paths of magic and engineering at the same time, then I would definitely put all my wealth on humans..."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Satisfied with Onyxia's answer, Tyrion flicked his fingers and threw a tome to the black dragon princess in front of him:

"Since you don't want to return to the dragon civilization, then the black dragon will work for me in the future. My family members, those blood races will plan a war in the dark world after the war. They are trying to reshape the dark world of Azeroth. Order is very arrogant, but I appreciate it, and I am very satisfied with their maintenance of rules and order, so you and your clansmen, join the war as their allies."

"As well as the anxiety you feel recently, which belongs to the dragon's nature, it's just a side effect of the world's power increase... don't worry too much."

Onyxia nodded, she knew that she had no right to object to Tyrion's "suggestion".

"There's a second thing."

The great lord looked at the black dragon princess in front of him, and said:

"Bolvar and other forgotten kings want to stay in this world, I want you to watch him for me... If he does something irrational because of the fetters of the past..."

"I'll stop him!"

Before the great lord finished speaking, Onyxia took the initiative to say:

"Don't worry, Uncle Tyrion, the world will go on according to your plan!"

"Well, not bad, not bad. You are very sensible, go and prepare, the banquet...is about to begin."

The high lord stood up, and he whispered:

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

"Today, I will return it to you."