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.
Them! Also, tell Gene that his death has been delayed for too long, and I hope to see this matter come to a successful conclusion before I leave."
"Okay, High Lord, I will tell Jean."
Bolvar picked up his gentleman's hat from his hand. The forgotten king in the robe turned around, and at this moment, the door behind him was pushed open. The woman engraved in Bolvar's heart appeared so abruptly.
appeared in front of him.
"Oni"
"Bovar"
The two old people who met as souls just stopped in the big lord's office. All the past events were like things in the past life. The two people almost never imagined that they would meet again one day. Watching them
After staring at each other for more than ten seconds, the impatient lord knocked on the table, waking the two of them up.
"If you want to fall in love, go somewhere else! Don't waste my time!"
Bolvar's fingers jumped, and he coughed slightly to cover up his gaffe, while Onyxia turned her eyes away like a shy lady, and just as the two of them passed each other like strangers,
At that moment, the great lord, with his hands on the table and his chin propped up, suddenly said:
"Oh, by the way, there is a banquet in Darkblade City tonight Bolvar, remember to dress up and attend. There is also you, Ms. Onyxia, you are the special guest. Your dress looks good, there is no need to change."
The usually steady Chancellor of the Forgotten Kings staggered, and Onyxia seemed to have a premonition of something. She raised her head and looked at the High Lord. In Tyrion's right eye, there was a smile that could not be concealed.
.
"Your Majesty the Great Lord, I"
"Huh? What did you call me?"
Hearing Onyxia's name, Tyrion snorted dissatisfiedly. The black dragon princess once again remembered the scene when the two first met, and she hurriedly changed her name:
"Uncle Tyrion, I mean, you came to me for something important?"
The great lord nodded with satisfaction. He picked up a few documents, looked through them, and then said:
"I heard that you rejected the recruitment of the Dragon Kings? Don't you plan to return to the Dragon Legion? What I want to tell you is that if your world can survive this disaster, the Dragon Clan will become the world's most powerful people in the next era.
, don’t you feel sorry for this, the great positive force in the world of Azeroth?”
"There is nothing to regret, uncle."
Onyxia tried to calm herself down and said:
"Without the authority of the guardians and their transcendent status, the dragons are just one of the strange races in this world. The civilization form of the dragons, which is similar to a clan, determines their development in the future world. It will definitely be better than
Without human civilization where magic and engineering develop simultaneously, if I were a gambler, I would definitely put all my wealth on humans."
"Well, not bad."
Tyrion was very satisfied with Onyxia's answer. He flicked his fingers and threw a book 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 dependents, those vampires 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 admire them very much. I am very satisfied with their maintenance of rules and order, so you and your tribe will join the war as their allies."
"As well as the anxiety you feel recently, which belongs to the nature of the dragon, it is just a side effect of the increase in world power, so don't worry too much."
Onyxia nodded, knowing that she had no right to oppose Tyrion's "suggestion".
"There's a second thing."
The great lord looked at the Black Dragon Princess in front of him and said:
"Bovar and the other Forgotten Kings will stay in this world. I want you to help me watch over him 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 and said:
"Don't worry, Uncle Tyrion, the world will go on according to your plan!"
"Well, not bad, not bad. You know the general situation very well. Go and get ready. The banquet is about to begin."
