The world of Argus was once a world with highly developed civilization. It was the hometown of the draenei. Of course, in this world, the draenei called themselves the Eredar, and this was the main body of civilization in the world of Argus.
As for the draenei, the meaning in the Eredar language is "fugitives from the stars", which is not a word with a positive connotation.
The world of Argus was once a thousand times more prosperous than Azeroth. When the eredar civilization reached its limit, they had already invented a spaceship that could travel across the galaxy. This was an interstellar civilization. However, even with such a powerful
The civilization still kneels before the dark titan Sargeras.
The Dark Titan used the two weapons of greed and power to defeat this civilization. After Velen, the only one who was unwilling to help others, took some of his compatriots to escape from the world of Argus, almost all the Eredar accepted the power of the Dark Titan and the evil energy.
Tearing their bodies apart made them stronger, uglier, more sinister, and more vicious.
The world of the Eredar people was also completely torn apart by the evil energy erupting from the core. Only three relatively intact continents were left on the once prosperous planet. The other continents were already destroyed by evil energy.
It was completely submerged in the surge of the sea.
At this time, on the surviving land of Krokuun, the Deceiver was walking on a desolate land with Tichondrius. This great demon full of conspiracy seemed to be taking the trembling Dread Lord to see some things.
Something special.
"Don't be afraid, Tichondrius. Although you are working with Cassanatil now, I know that you are forced to do so."
The Deceiver said "pleasantly" to the Dread Lord behind him:
"I don't resent you for betraying me. After all, compared to that cunning guy, you are still too immature. Cassanatil, that was the guy who could fight me and Archimonde before, but you were defeated by him.
, is almost an inevitable result, the only thing I neglected is that, like everyone else, I thought that bastard was already dead."
"Yes, yes."
Tichondrius said with approval:
"It is indeed very treacherous. Without my knowledge, it attracted other people in the Dread Council and sidelined me...and damn Ner'zhul."
A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Dread Lord:
"When I needed help the most, that damn orc sat idly by and watched."
"Well...it's all over."
The fraudster ignored Tichondrius's "small report". It rolled its cunning eyes and asked again:
"Speaking of Ner'zhul, do you think that orc is still loyal to the Legion? I heard that after Archimonde was killed in the battle, he seemed to have acted inappropriately..."
"Yes."
Tichondrius scratched his chin and said to the deceiver:
"The old orc seemed to want to find a carrier for himself to move freely. Without our permission, he seduced a human king and wanted him to become the second Lich King... But it's a pity that
, this plan with some highlights still failed.”
"How did it fail?"
When asked by the Deceiver, the Dreadlord said truthfully:
"At the most critical moment, it was destroyed by the leader of the Dark Blade Undead, Tyrion. Dawn Blade. That was a very troublesome undead!"
When the name Tyrion was mentioned, Tichondrius trembled subconsciously, and the Deceiver nodded slowly. As the dark red tentacles on its chin swayed, it said:
"Oh, Tyrion, Archimonde, that guy whose brain was all about muscles, also died in his hands. The poor guy couldn't even escape his soul. Kazzak also almost had his soul taken away by him.
Tsk tsk, that undead does have some abilities."
The Deceiver narrowed its eyes, and the conspiracies against Tyrion were tumbling back and forth in its mind, but in the end, it stopped thinking and turned to look at the frightened Tichondrius behind him:
"Tyrion will talk about it later. He is just an undead. He can't stop the legion's attack. No one in this sad world can stop this kind of power that can destroy the star field. What I want to know more is, Ka
Sanatir asked you to come back and die. Yes, you should know that coming back means dying, and you almost died under the sword of Aggramar. So, what benefits did it promise to give you?"
This profound question silenced Tichondrius. Of course it knew what the fraudster meant, but after seeing Cassanatir's methods, it didn't want to provoke an enemy it couldn't deal with. Traitors always
It is more hated than the enemy, and it knows the deceiver's methods better. Once Cassanatir is determined to kill it, the deceiver will not help it.
Maybe, Kil'jaeden would even applaud his own tragic death. The Deceiver was completely capable of doing such obscene things, otherwise, how could it be called a Deceiver.
Tichondrius's silence did not make the Deceiver angry. It looked at the surrounding green volcanic magma spewing scenery with interest, and took Tichondrius all the way deep into the sea of evil energy on the edge of Krokun, and finally
, the two of them stood on the pier on the seaside where endless evil power surged. This is where the Burning Legion starship is stationed.
Standing at the edge of the pier, the scorching power belonging to the Sea of Fel made Tichondrius take a step back, and the Deceiver looked back at Tichondrius. The strange smile in his cunning eyes made the Dread Lord tremble all over.
Kil'jaeden stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The next moment, the calm sea of evil energy surged crazily in front of him, and a super whirlpool appeared in front of the Dread Lord. Between the raging sea, it was like a
It's like a shocking monster is about to burst out of this evil hell.
"Wow"
The large whirlpool in the magma sea splashed up crazy green magma bubbles. The hot liquid would be very stinging even for the Dread Lord, but the Deceiver turned around indifferently, facing away from the rolling magma sea.
It spread its arms and said to Tichondrius:
"Remember that crazy dragon who called himself Deathwing?"
"We even dispatched starships, but we still couldn't kill it. The monster that was corroded by the power of the void gave us a lot of headaches for a period of time, but it didn't matter. I finally found the right way.
.It is no longer our enemy.”
"It is already the sharpest sword in the legion. Now, please allow me to introduce to you that the former Deathwing has been reborn with the infusion of pure evil energy!"
The moment the Deceiver's words fell to the ground, a terrifying monster that made the Dread Lord's body hairy raised its head from the scorching magma...
What kind of monster is that?
In the sea of evil energy that can melt steel in an instant, this monster slowly raised its head, letting the hot evil energy lava slide from its scales and intertwined dragon horns. Compared with Deathwing, who was once infected by the void,
At this time, the evil dragon no longer has the tentacles and eyeballs that grew everywhere due to the corrosion of the power of the void, and it seems to have regained its "handsomeness" when it was the king of the guardian dragon.
Each of the smooth scales is arranged like a strong shield. All the wounds on its body have healed, but between the black and red scales, there are faint trails of green magma, which seem to be flowing in the blood vessels under the skin.
It was no longer blood, but real evil energy, shining through the skin with a shocking light.
But to be honest, compared to the disgusting flesh and blood monster before, the current Deathwing has really become a lot more pleasing to the eye.
Its chin and body, which were cracked due to void corrosion, have been healed by evil energy and become smooth. However, around the chin, circles of black bone and triangular bone jaws have emerged, and between the bone jaws
On its head, there are white sharp teeth all over, and the hot evil magma flows down from those sharp teeth. On its head, the source iron plate that once covered the skin and used to fix the wound has disappeared, replaced by a pair of
Bone helmet of skin!
Just like the battle helmets worn by the soldiers, in the eye sockets of the full-covered bone helmet, shining is a snake pupil wrapped with dark green violent light, and at the top of the ferocious bone helmet, extending backward is
A row of bone spurs protruding backwards no longer have the twisted and disgusting appearance of the void form, and on top of the head, 12 criss-crossing dragon horns form the most dazzling and wild dragon crown for Deathwing.
Even the Dreadlord, who has always been picky about aesthetics, has to admit that Deathwing, which has returned to its normal form and has been infused with evil energy, can indeed be called "noble" based on its appearance.
The sea of evil energy opened outwards. Thick scales and bone armor covered the most vulnerable areas of the dragon wings, and the open black wings were filled with burning evil energy flames, looking like a pair of burning
The wings are the same.
It stayed in the evil magma in a semi-crouching posture, its violent and wild eyes staring at Tichondrius who was constantly retreating. The Dread Lord looked through the snake pupils under the bone helmet.
When it reaches a light called "food and hunger", it now knows why the fraudster brought it here.
"Evil energy, this is a power parallel to the void. Since the void can corrode this poor Dragon King, why can't evil energy do the same?"
The fraudster explained to Tichondrius as if introducing his favorite work:
"Of course, this process of converting energy is very complicated, and I can't complete it at all, but it doesn't matter. As a fallen Titan, Lord Aggramar already has the power of the Titans to shape all things... with a little help from him
, Deathwing woke up from the corruption of the void, and it voluntarily joined the Legion, just to get..."salvation", well, that's the word..."
"Oh, by the way, it's not called Deathwing anymore... it's called the War Dragon of the Burning Legion..."
"Dragon!"
The last name was spoken in a deep voice by the giant dragon half-crouching in the sea of fel magma. Apparently, it had regained its sanity with the help of the fallen Titan and still retained complete thinking and the ability to speak.
Deathwing, Neltharion, these names have become a thing of the past. From the moment the body was filled with pure evil energy, it had a new name.
"Can I eat it? It looks... delicious!"
Dragon tilted his head and moved his tail with ferocious bone spurs. This action made the entire sea of evil energy surge like a wave of anger. Being stared at by the green eyes of this evil dragon, Tik
Dios suddenly felt chills all over his body. This monster was more powerful than before. Most importantly, after regaining its consciousness, it seemed to have become... more cunning.
"Oh, my War Dragon, don't be so anxious."
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver looked at Tichondrius in front of him with interest, and he whispered softly:
"Speak, Tichondrius, speak, otherwise, you will never have a chance to speak again..."
Under this terrifying double threat, Tichondrius couldn't help but look back. Behind it, at the end of the pier, three high-ranking demon generals from the Antolan War Council were already leading hundreds of fully armed soldiers.
Demonic warriors blocked its retreat.
Tichondrius turned around and looked at Kil'jaeden, who had a winning chance. He swallowed and said with difficulty:
"It promised me that it would make me the second lord of the Dread Lord... It promised me the command of a legion and the control of a star field..."
"Ha ha ha ha"
Hearing Tichondrius's answer, Kil'jaeden almost burst into laughter. It laughed so heartily that it pointed at Tichondrius and said breathlessly:
"You are so... embarrassing!"
"You have followed me after all, poor Tichondrius, you said you are not willing to wag your tail to me, but look at you now, tsk tsk, how do you feel about Cassanatir wagging your tail? The remnants it throws at you
Is the cold soup so delicious? It's true...I used to give you some...bones."
Being ridiculed so contemptuously by Kil'jaeden, an unknown fire was also ignited in Tichondrius's heart. It had already lived an extremely unhappy life under Cassanatir. The first lord obviously did not trust it, so all of them
It does all the dirty work, but it has no turn at all when it comes to dividing the fruits.
Thinking of this, a wave of evil aura rose up in the heart of the Dread Lord. It had also been the first lord after all, and Cassanatil's gift was like a humiliation to it. So after a moment, it was mentioned that
Kedios was so evil that he raised his head and looked at the deceiver in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said:
"So, what can you give me? Isn't it just to let me betray Cassanatir? It doesn't matter! Let's talk about what you can give me first! Kil'jaeden!"
After thoroughly seeing through the true colors of both parties, Tichondrius was not even willing to say anything in front of the scene. It called the fraudster by his name and said:
"Show some sincerity! Big Devil, if you want me to work for you, the price is very high!"
Kil'jaeden glanced at Tichondrius in surprise because of his bachelor behavior. After a moment, the Deceiver stroked his chin and whispered:
"I don't need you to betray Cassanatil. After all, the Dark Titan has named you to find the Pillars of Creation for him. Lord Sargeras' will cannot be violated."
Having said this, a trace of anger flashed in the Deceiver's eyes, but fleetingly, its eyes became cunning again. It looked at Tichondrius and said:
"I need you...to do it differently!"
"If Cassanatir is not dead, you and I will feel uneasy, so... think of a way to create an accident, and Dragon will return to Azeroth with you, and it will be with some people on that planet.
, there are also some accounts that need to be settled."
