Ms. Onyxia has been feeling a little irritable for no reason lately.

This beauty without makeup is currently wearing a nightgown, leaning on her favorite sofa, her amazingly beautiful legs casually hanging on the side, holding a book published by the Explorers Association in her hand

A second-rate biography, but my thoughts were not on this book at all.

She has maintained her human form for several years. It seems that she is an ordinary human woman, not some terrifying and evil black dragon princess. Her lifestyle habits belonging to the dragon have disappeared from her life a long time 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 past few days, the dragon's will in her heart has gradually awakened. Yesterday, one of the maids in her mansion was almost burned to ashes by the napping countess using dragon breath.

The poor girl was probably frightened.

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

Onyxia threw aside the biography in her hand, rubbed her forehead, stood up from the sofa irritably, and walked to the window of the mansion. She took out a lady's cigarette from the drawer at 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 my remote manor, holding a lamp, standing there so quietly.

that is

Deathwing!

That was her father, the eternal nightmare in her heart. Could it be that the resurgence of the dragon's nature was caused by him?

Looking at the figure standing in the dark night and the lantern emitting pale light, Onyxia felt a little dazed for a moment, but she knew that since Deathwing was coming, she could not avoid it.

not see.

A few minutes later, Onyxia, who had put on a long dress, walked out of her mansion. She tried hard to regulate her breathing and try to calm herself down, but when she really got close to Deathwing in a black trench coat,

At this time, the Black Dragon Princess's fingers could not help but tremble.

"Father."

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

But beyond Onyxia's expectation, Deathwing ignored these trivial matters at all. In the slight shine of the pale halo, wearing a hood, he said in a dry and low voice:

"Come with me, master, I want to see you."

"Um?"

Onyxia's eyes suddenly widened.

Owner?

My father, who has always been proud, actually calls others "masters". Isn't Aggramar of the Dark Pantheon dead? Could it be that Sargeras has arrived?

"Go, where?"

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

"Among the stars?"

This question stunned Deathwing, who had turned around. The original Dragon King said in a natural voice:

"Where else can we go? Of course, it is the realm of death to meet the great lord and my noble master, Lord Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn!"

"!!!"

This answer completely confused Onyxia's thinking.

When did my father become that madman's subordinate? Wait, the world of death? How can the living enter the world of death?

The Black Dragon Princess suddenly realized a very fatal problem. Amid a gust of cold wind, she turned around suddenly and looked at her mansion, the top floor of the mansion, the balcony on the top floor, and the windows.

In the middle, the other self is still standing there, holding a cigarette, as if he is a dull statue.

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

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

Around her, the vast mist has completely enveloped everything around her, as if this area is no longer in the present world, as if she has really entered the world of death.

A tremor and fear crept into Onyxia's heart. The black dragon princess looked forward. Her father had walked out a few meters away, and the light of the dangling pale lantern was about to be eclipsed.

The fog obscured it.

"Wait for me!"

An unexplained heart palpitation made Onyxia no longer hesitate. She quickly caught up with her father and escaped being surrounded by the fog.

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

If she was not wise enough, she would not have followed her brother in desperate situations to escape from Deep Rock Continent 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 Queen of the Empire and lived in human civilization as a human being all year round.

My father disappeared, my brother died, and the members of the Black Dragon Legion were in decline. The last few orthodox black dragons were protected by Onyxia's power and lived in the black dragon territory deep in Dustwallow Swamp. I thought that the Black Dragon Legion would become the history of the past era.

But in recent years, the "baby boom" spreading across the world has actually affected these last black dragons.

There are nearly 100 healthy black dragon hatchlings in the current black dragon territory. Because the chaotic bloodline of Deathwing has been eliminated, these naturally born black dragons are all members of the most orthodox Aspect Dragon Legion. Blue Dragon

Stellagosa, the little princess of the clan, has come to Onyxia several times. It is said that the dragon army intends to accept the black dragon to rejoin, but Onyxia still rejected the invitation after repeated consideration.

She felt that it would be good for the currently weak Black Dragon to hide in the human empire that was increasingly showing signs of resurgence.

Unfortunately, Onyxia didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble came to her.

Seeing that she had really entered the realm of death, the Black Dragon Princess couldn't help but think wildly in her heart. What on earth did the real big shot want to see her for?

But she did not dare to take the initiative to ask her father, who had become a dead creature, so she could only follow Deathwing into the Castle of Solitude, and finally stopped in front of a closed door.

"This is it."

Deathwing in human form looked at his shrinking daughter, a trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the death dragon.

"Go in! What a cowardly posture you look like!"

Deathwing snorted and turned to leave. He shook his head, looking sad and angry at his misfortune, just like an angry old father.

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

This low scolding sound reached the ears of the Black Dragon Princess, causing her to raise her head suddenly. She looked at Deathwing's retreating back. Everything that happened tonight was too bizarre. She actually came from Deathwing's back.

There was a slight flow of emotion in the voice, and it seemed like what a real father was saying to his daughter.

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

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

"Bang"

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

"Bovar"

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

The current Speaker of the Forgotten Kings Council, Bolvar Fordragon, handed a list to the great lord in front of him. Tyrion took the list in his hand, glanced at it, and then raised his head and looked at the calm-looking man.

Bolvar, the high lord flicked his fingers on the table and asked:

"Aren't you going to come with us?"

"No."

Bolvar breathed a sigh of relief and said in a calm voice:

"Exploring the sea of ​​​​death stars really makes people feel the long-lost passion. The legendary stories that will be encountered and produced among the stars are also quite fascinating. But after thinking about it, I still can't let go of this place. I have seen it with my own eyes.

After walking the most difficult part of the road, perhaps soon, the legendary story of this world itself will truly begin."

This forgetful king with a calm temperament whispered:

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

"Jean, Terenas, Magni, Thaurissan, Faol, those orcs, and Malfurion, we all think so. Of course, in this world, we also

We all have bonds that cannot be let go, bonds that even death cannot break.”

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

"It's like a journey or a banquet. It always ends and we part ways."

"Now that you have made up your mind, I will no longer retain Butbovar. Although I will leave here, when I look back occasionally, if you fail to fulfill your responsibilities, if you let this legendary world be born...

Just return to the ordinary, then"

"I will not cause trouble in this world."

"But I'm causing trouble for you! Do you understand?"

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

"The Council of Forgotten Kings will not disappoint you, Great Lord! This world will continue to follow your plans and expectations until its legendary story spreads across the sea of ​​​​stars."

"Well, that's it."

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

"I will leave behind your 'Forgotten Kings' level body as a trump card to intervene in the world when necessary, as well as the Death Guards that continue to be shaped in the Nalaksha engine. They will become the power of the Forgotten Kings and be used properly.
To be continued...