To Black Horn's surprise, walking in the Black Dragon Princess's lair did not make him feel any sense of evil, darkness or disgust.
Just like the manor of a real human noble, even if it is built inside the mountain wall, Onyxia has used her own way to dress the place very appropriately.
On both sides of the carefully restored mountain wall, every 20 meters, there is a chandelier fixed on the mountain wall. In the shining light, there are large murals hanging on both sides of the mountain wall. It can be seen that they are master-level paintings.
The painting techniques describe human speculations about giant dragons, as well as some mythological stories. What makes Black Horn even more surprised is that the floor in this corridor is not made of obsidian, but an almost luxurious smooth floor polished with marble.
On both sides of the corridor, there are many sculpture-like decorations on display. Some have a strong style of human civilization, some are from alien races, and there is even a bug lord that was made as a specimen. It seems that this is the latest decoration.
The product is probably from the battlefield of Silithus.
This strong contrast left Black Horn a little confused. He felt that he was not walking in the lair of a cruel black dragon, but in the manor of a human noble.
The Black Dragon Princess who was leading the way seemed to sense Heijiao's doubts. She turned to look at Heijiao and whispered:
"I have lived in the human kingdom for a long time. In fact, I have become accustomed to life as a human, so when I built this nest, I also used the decoration habits of humans. I think this is good. Unfortunately,
Our companions don't think so. They think they are very powerful and want to be the masters of the world..."
A trace of disdain flashed across Princess Black Dragon's beautiful and indifferent face:
"Poor bastards, they don't know anything..."
"Onyxia, I..."
Black Horn wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the Black Dragon Princess:
"Call me Katarina, or call me Oni, you are qualified...my other brother."
"Okay, Katarina."
Black Horn walked on the floor that had been polished as bright as a mirror, and he said in a deep voice:
"I live in the Highmountain. I have lived in the Tauren clan in the Highmountain for ten thousand years. I can probably guess what you are thinking. I also think that is how we should live. But unfortunately, the Highmountain clan
I'm threatened by a demon and I need help...I'm here to ask for help."
"We'll talk about this later."
A playful smile flashed across Countess Presto's face. She reached out and brushed her long, smooth black hair and whispered:
"Why don't you tell me about you? Black Point, I'm very interested in your past, your birth, and your life."
Black Horn was a little hesitant. Although he had never dealt with his compatriots in ten thousand years, he was also a black dragon. He could guess what these compatriots were thinking. He could feel that this person in front of him who had never met before,
The extremely powerful "sister" looked at him with that kind of scrutiny.
But after more than ten seconds of hesitation, Heijiao still spoke. Amidst the crisp collision of Katarina's high heels and the floor, Heijiao also told his story:
"I'm different from you, Katarina. I was born before the War of the Ancients. To be precise, before our father fell."
This sentence made the countess narrow her eyes. She knew very well the meaning of Heijiao's words. This meant that Heijiao was a pure black dragon... His veins were filled with the blood of the real black dragon, not the blood of the black dragon.
After Deathwing was seduced and corrupted by the ancient gods, the corrupted blood extended down.
This is probably the last pure black dragon in the history of Azeroth, right?
"I have not experienced the War of the Ancients, because at that time I was still stored in the treasure house of Neltharion in the High Mountains in the form of a dragon egg. I have never seen our father and our mother. The only thing I know about them is
I got it from Hu En Gaoling."
A trace of nostalgia flashed in Heijiao's eyes, and he said softly:
"Huon was also my savior. After expelling our crazy father, he hatched me with the Titan energy in the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, a sacred artifact inherited from Highmountain, and I hatched from an eggshell.
The moment I came out, the first life I saw was him. Compared with Deathwing, Huon was more like my father. He hid me in the cave of High Mountain. He taught me how to hunt and teach me about bullheading.
Man's writing and culture, when he became old, I finally came of age, and at the moment of his death, he gave me an important mission."
Black Horn's voice became more vicissitudes of life:
"I have been protecting Hun's descendants for nearly ten thousand years. Katarina, what I want to confess is that although my appearance and blood are black dragons, my soul... is a Highmountain tauren!
From this point of view, you and I, and the black dragons outside, are not true compatriots, and I have no intention of joining you, let alone seizing your leadership among the black dragons. You can rest assured on this point."
"No, I never worried about that, Noire."
The countess answered simply:
"This is why I invited you here. My brother, I am not the leader of these bastards. I mean, at least for now, I am not!"
"This group of black dragons surrenders to another person, a real big shot. Please come with me. With your bloodline and your status, you are qualified to see him, and I believe that he is also very much looking forward to seeing you.
.”
Black Point wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Catalina's eyes. The countess stood in front of a closed door, her hand on the door bolt, she looked at Black Point, and she whispered:
"You come to ask for help, for the group of tauren who are protected by you? This is good, but the decision-making power is not in my hands. Black Horn, my strange brother, you have to convince this big man to help you... Of course, if you refuse
, you can leave now, no one will hurt you."
Heijiao hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he took a deep breath and nodded to Catalina, so the countess reached out and pushed open the door, and then walked in with Heijiao.
It was a study-like hall, completely decorated in human style. Opposite the bookshelves filled with books on three sides, there was a burning fireplace. The crystal chandelier at the top of the room exuded a gentle light, and in the black corner
Sitting on the sofa in front of him was a figure with his back to him. It was a human figure. His hair was already a little gray, but it was neatly combed like those of the human nobles.
When Heijiao came in, he was leaning on the sofa, holding a copy of "The General History of the Human Empire" in both hands. He seemed to be reading it with gusto. On the table at his hand, there was half a bottle of wine, and in the goblet
, also contains a cup of dark red liquid.
"Father...he is here."
The countess stood aside with her hands tied, but the first words she spoke shocked Blackhorn's soul...The black dragon princess Onyxia has only one father...Deathwing!
It... it's actually still alive? Isn't it already... dead?
"Well, it seems that my ignorant child is thinking about why his evil-doing father is still alive. It's such a rebellious idea. According to my original temper, I should probably pull out your bones and cramps..."
The hoarse voice reached Heijiao's ears, and fear subconsciously emerged in the pure-blooded black dragon's heart. He turned around and wanted to escape, but Deathwing sitting on the sofa...oh, no, he
Now he has a new name, Dragon. Mr. Dragon, who was sitting on the sofa, casually put the book in his hand on the table, then picked up the goblet, stood up, and poured the bright red wine.
Put it in front of your eyes and shake it gently.
In the swirl of the wine, the power engraved in Black Horn's bloodline forced him to turn around and face the current King of Black Dragons, the Guardian of the Earth, the War Dragon of the Legion, Dragon...
However, when Black Horn raised his head, what he saw was not a crazy middle-aged man, but an elegant human being. That was the face of the former Earl of Presto, handsome and carrying
There was a trace of deep temperament, but the chaos and madness in those eyes were no longer there.
This kind of temperament seems extremely inconsistent with Deathwing, who is rumored to bring about the end of the world.
"What? Are you thinking about why your crazy dad suddenly became calm and rational?"
Nessario put one hand in his pocket and elegantly put the red wine in his mouth into his mouth. After drinking the refreshing drink, he strolled closer to his strange son. He looked into his eyes and shook his head.
shook his head:
"I hate this tauren disguise. It's too stupid, and it doesn't conform to our elegant tradition. The tradition of the Presto family should be a human illusion..."
As he spoke, Neltharion put his fingers on Black Horn's shoulders, and the huge magic power poured into Black Horn's body, forcibly transforming his tauren disguise into one that looked exactly like Onyxia.
His other brother, Nefarian's human form, has black hair and black eyes, a slender and handsome figure, but lacks Nefarian's signature coldness and distortion.
"That's good, Ibisian, that's your name... Yes, I remember you, my child."
Neltharion took a step back and looked at his work up and down. He nodded with satisfaction and then handed the red wine in his hand to his baby daughter. Catalina, who was originally extremely afraid of her father,
The Earl, like a truly good daughter, reached out and took his father's wine glass, then stood quietly aside.
She is no longer afraid of her current father, at least on the surface, although a few days ago, when Neltharion appeared in front of her, the black dragon princess was so frightened that she almost fainted.
But it's different now. She can already be sure that her father has awakened from that crazy depravity. The ten-thousand-year curse has ended. His father has replaced the crazy whispers of the ancient gods with another curse.
Of course, this is also because the fallen titan Aggramar, who is far away in the world of Argus, personally took action. Otherwise, how could the fallen curse of the ancient gods be so easily removed?
"You...are you awake?"
Black Horn in human form looked at Neltharion in front of him in surprise, and he asked with some suspicion:
"Or is this another crazy conspiracy?"
"Sober? No, my boy."
Neltharion said calmly, but deep in his eyes, there was indeed a green flame that could not be ignored:
"Evil energy is still burning my mind. This is the new shackles set by the Legion for me. Ibisian, every minute and every second, the instinct of destruction is urging me to destroy this world. However, compared with the ancient times,
The maddening whispers and the burning of evil energy that God descended on me already seemed so blissful. I was not completely awake, but Deathwing, that crazy person, was completely dead."
"It has been buried in the dark abyss of the world of Argus, and there is no need to worry about it coming back."
"Evil energy?"
Black Horn's eyes narrowed:
"You defected to the Legion? Are you in league with the devil?"
"Yes, I am now Dragon, the War Dragon of the Burning Legion, at least that's what they call me."
Neltharion replied in a cold tone:
"The Deceiver has given me a new mission. It wants me to cooperate with the Legion to destroy this world so that it can win the love and reward of the Dark Titan. It is a complete arrogant. In my opinion, it may not be worthy of the Deceiver."
Titles, but what to say? Considering they did help me lift that crazy curse, let them be."
"What about you?"
Black Point asked again:
"Will you obey the Legion and help the demons destroy this world?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, my son?"
Neltharion laughed, as if he heard some big joke. He looked at his son Blackhorn, or Ibisian, and said in a calm tone:
"Why should I stand on the side that is likely to lose? Am I that reckless? Child, remember, the Presto family never places bets before the situation is completely clear. We must learn to watch calmly and start from the
Judging from the current situation, at least in the world of Azeroth, it is difficult for the Legion to win, do you understand what I mean?"
"Never side with the losers...and of course don't confront them head-on. Although the demons' brains are not very easy to use, they are hateful and crazy in their revenge. I mean, I will help you, Ibisian, I
My daughter, your sister Catalina will help you lobby in the Human Empire, but you have to cooperate with her. The Presto family members are declining. From now on, we must learn to hide behind the scenes and look to Terry on the other side of the sea.
Study hard..."
"The devils think that every life is a pawn that they can play with at will, but you see, I was the standard bearer in the chess game before, and I don't really like being used as a pawn by others. I finally gained my freedom...
I have to enjoy this freedom that has been missing for thousands of years, and then I have to settle accounts with those "old friends" from back then. C'Thun is dead, and only N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron are left.
.”
A dark green light flashed in Neltharion's eyes, and he smiled and said:
"Of course, you may not know that I still had some small disputes with the King of the Undead, but that is a thing of the past. Let it pass. Ibisian, I heard that there are some Asians in the Broken Islands.
Dragons exist? You see, if the Black Dragon Legion is to be rebuilt, it must have enough manpower. I will have a "talk" with my lovely sister Alexstrasza. I heard that she has been having a bad time these days and she needs someone.
The comfort of old friends, and as for you, Ibisian..."
"After I come back, I want to see those weak but malleable storm dragons belong to the Black Dragon Legion... Can you do it?"
"Oh, by the way, my poor son, you haven't seen your mother since you were born. Take the time to meet her. My poor Sinestra will definitely be very happy."
