No one knows what happens in the shadows, but they often determine the tone of how the world operates.
The King of Magic, Malygos, has never been a weak dragon. When he followed the Titan Guardian Tyr to attack the zombie-turned-original dragon, the extremely powerful Galakrond, Galakrond bit off Tyr.
At the moment when the attackers were almost wiped out, Malygos used magic to transform a boulder, and with endless courage, threw it into Galakrond's throat, choking the monster that could swallow the world.
die.
Malygos is good at using wisdom to solve the problems he faces, but wisdom is often not omnipotent.
In the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, it witnessed the crazy Deathwing using the dragon soul to kill all the blue dragon compatriots who followed it onto the battlefield, leaving Malygos with the most terrifying legacy.
The psychological trauma caused this powerful spellweaver to take thousands of years to recover from that terrible encounter.
But now, just as it was unable to use its wisdom to deal with the threat of Deathwing, it is also unable to use its wisdom to deal with Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn, who is holding the Dragon Soul in front of him.
"Put it down!"
Malygos took a step back slightly in the cold light refracted by the golden disc. Its ice-blue snake eyes shone with strong hatred and endless killing intent. Its left paw pressed against the focused point in front of it.
On the rainbow, it shouted loudly to Tyrion, who was standing next to the little star:
"Take it away! I'm warning you for the last time!"
Seeing the Focusing Iris in Malygos' hand begin to shine with blue magical light, Nozdormu the Eternal's face changed slightly, and Ysera even exclaimed:
"Don't stimulate it! Tyrion... Once the magic power of the Focusing Iris explodes, all creatures here and even all civilizations in Azeroth will have no chance to survive! You can't withstand that explosive magic power!"
Faced with the threat in the hands of Malygos, the High Lord behaved very casually. He took the Dragon Soul from Little Star's hand and tossed it up and down in his hand. His eyes stared at him with a strong threatening aura.
The Spellweaver, he whispered:
"Of course, I know very well the threat that the Focusing Iris poses to the world, and of course I also know very well what choices Malygos will make."
"Explode it, Malygos! As long as you and your heirs are within the blast radius, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not... Do you understand? What if you kill my body? I've already done that
I don’t need a body to ensure my existence...Compared with your empty threats, perhaps what I look forward to seeing more is that you personally detonate the magical power given to you by the Titan Guardians, abandon your mission, and start from the inside
The magnificent sight of tearing apart the entire Azeroth and burying the world completely!"
Tyrion's voice became deeper and deeper, like a madman looking forward to destruction:
"Before this world dies for your madness, you will see with your own eyes that the last blood descendant of the Blue Dragon Legion was killed by your own hands. Of course you can put the responsibility on me. You can tell yourself that I was the one who killed him.
They...just like you tell yourself that the death of your compatriots ten thousand years ago was because of Deathwing's madness, not because of your weakness!"
"You have already deceived yourself once. I think it won't be a problem to deceive yourself a second time, right?"
Tyrion's taunt made Malygos's dragon claws tighten more and more tightly on the Focusing Iris. The wildly moving magic sparks made every creature present feel a strong suffocation. Maybe the next moment, the Spellweaver's heart will
That string will be completely broken, and maybe the next moment, the whole world will completely collapse here.
But the sarcasm of the great lord is not over yet...
He was like a villain with insight into people's hearts, constantly using words as weapons to sting the most painful wound in the heart of the old blue dragon in front of him, and then opened the newly healed wound again, tearing it dripping with blood.
"I'm curious, Malygos, ten thousand years ago, when Deathwing was slaughtering your people, did you ever threaten him like this? Did you tell him that if he didn't stop, you would
Detonate the focusing rainbow and die with him?"
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes shone with unabashed sarcasm:
"I think, probably not?"
"So, who are you showing this ridiculous posture of dying together? Do you really think you can scare me like this?"
"Buzz"
A black-red death light blade appeared in Tyrion's hand. He stood behind Little Xingxing, who was imprisoned in time, in a very intimate manner. He pressed the sharp light blade against Little Xingxing's neck. He looked at
Malygos:
"Let me, the great devil among mortals, teach you how to threaten others... If you want me to feel scared, then don't say these useless things, just do it... Just like this!
"
"hiss"
The sharp light blade opened a blood mark on Little Star's snow-white neck, and the spurting blood caused Malygos to loosen his grip on the Focusing Iris:
"That's enough! Let her go! I'm willing to talk to you!"
"Tsk, boring..."
The great lord moved his wrist with some dissatisfaction, and the light blade shining with cold light suddenly dissipated at this moment, turning into red light feathers floating in the air, while Ysera rushed to the little star and used the power of dreams to help this
Poor little girl heals the scar on her neck.
Tyrion, the madman, really cut the little star's neck. Of course, for the dragon, this was not considered a fatal injury.
"Your emphasis on and protection of bloodline has become your weakness, Malygos. Of course, it is precisely because of this weakness, or redeemable characteristic, that I have gone to all the trouble to come here... and you
Let’s talk about these things.”
The high lord took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fingers. He looked at Malygos, then raised his left hand, and the golden disk traced a trajectory in the air and hit Malygos' paw.
under.
This action stunned the old blue dragon. It raised its head and looked at Tyrion, who said calmly:
"Negotiations need to show sincerity, and this is my sincerity... The Dragon Soul belongs to you. There is no point in leaving it in my hands. You can hide it, or find a way to destroy it. I suggest you
Using the second method, once that madman Dragon knows that this thing is in your hands, I'm afraid your Demonic Nexus will be completely dismantled by its war dragons at midnight today."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The light of transfiguration shone on Malygos's body. After the light dissipated, an old man wearing a blue robe, holding a bright staff lingering in the arcane light curtain, and a neatly combed white beard was revealed.
The image of the high elf mage appeared in front of Tyrion. The old blue dragon bent down and picked up the dragon soul. He carefully examined the magic weapon in his hand. After a moment, he set his sights on Tyrion again.
On Ryan:
"You've lost your trump card to balance me, so aren't you afraid that I'll kill you here?"
"Is it just you?"
Tyrion had a sarcastic smile on his lips:
"Do you really think that if I want to exterminate the Blue Dragon Legion, I still need to use the dragon soul? Don't think too highly of yourself, Malygos, you have been away from the world for too long, and the world is changing.
The monsters that are born will surprise you..."
"Like you?"
Malygos asked coldly, and Tyrion calmly regarded this ridicule as a compliment. He nodded, adjusted his swordsman robe, and whispered:
"Of course, I am the scariest one..."
"Okay, the gossip is over, you have heard my request, Spellweaver, I will not allow you to destroy the upcoming world reform, and I will not allow you to interfere with my plan for the world. Under my protection,
Dragon and his war dragons will not come to trouble you, and when the Dark Pantheon descends on Azeroth, I will stand with you...against the Fallen Titans."
Malygos did not answer immediately. He looked at Nozdormu, the Eternal, who was standing on the edge of the platform, and then at Ysera. In the glare of their eyes, the Spellweaver was silent for several minutes, and finally he
He nodded and said a little lonely:
"Okay, I agree."
But the next moment, Malygos's voice became stronger in vain:
"But if the tide of magic causes catastrophic consequences, I will immediately intervene... There are too many secrets hidden in this world. The existence of the guardian dragon is to separate these dangerous secrets from the real world.
This is our mission...a mission engraved in our souls, don’t try to make us give up on it!”
"Whatever you want."
The great lord waved his hand in a dazed manner, turned around and walked towards the door to the world of death that suddenly opened. He said without looking back:
"Keep the Focusing Iris, Spellweaver, that thing will be very useful in the upcoming war."
"It will be a sincere gift from us to the Legion... and hopefully they will be ready to receive it."
"Buzz, buzz"
Nozdormu and Ysera nodded to Malygos. As the golden halo of time and the dream gate dissipated, the two dragon kings also disappeared under the starry sky of this magical structure. Within a few days,
Seconds later, the time that had been imprisoned here began to flow again. In the posture of those pure-blood blue dragons who had just woken up, the little star grinned and touched his snow-white neck. There seemed to be some traces on the intact skin.
A trace of flowing pain.
It was as if it had just been cut open and then perfectly healed.
"Ahem"
A low cough focused the attention of all the blue dragons again. In front of them, the old and wise eyes of Malygos, the spellweaver in the elf form, shone with a gleam of light. He said in a deep voice:
"The coming magic tide will have an impact on Azeroth. As the Blue Dragon Legion that monitors the flow of magic in the world, we cannot sit idly by and do nothing, so I decided..."
"Seal the Demonic Nexus and Kaudala Base Camp, and all adult blue dragons will be arranged to several observation points around the world to closely monitor the flow of magic in the world until the influence of the magic tide on the world is completely dissipated!"
"Kale, you and Tarecgosa go to the Sunwell node in Quel'Thalas to monitor the abandoned magic points there for signs of being reactivated."
"Harlin, you return to Winterspring Valley with Stella Gosa and the current young dragons of Cordala, and try your best to control the active magic node of Mesorel."
"Sapphiron leads the Azure Blade Legion and takes over the defense and monitoring work of the Sharp Stream Needle. There have been nasty ethereal spirits there recently. Drive them away completely!"
"Arygos went to the Maelstrom to monitor the Deep Rock Continent and the elemental realm nodes in the world, Martigosa went to Mount Hyjal to monitor the Fire Land and the elemental realm nodes in the world, and Andorgos went to the Endless Sea to monitor the Abyss.
The Throat and the elemental territory node in the world, Azoregus first put down the guardianship of Azshara’s ancient artifacts and went to the Silithus Desert to monitor the Sky Wall and the elemental territory node in the world!”
A series of specific task assignments came out of Malygos's mouth. This was the largest operation of the Blue Dragon Legion in the past thousand years. This also represented the importance that the Spellweaver attached to this operation. Blue Dragon received the order.
The dragons looked high-spirited, but they did not notice the confusion in Spellweaver Malygos's eyes.
First, Deathwing Neltharion, who had regained his sanity, sent a messenger, sincerely apologizing and trying to compensate for the disaster of ten thousand years, and then Tyrion joined forces with Nozdormu and Ysera to force him into the palace. Recently,
For some time, Spellweaver has clearly felt the changes that are taking place in the world. He hates Deathwing, so he will not join the Dark Pantheon, but he also has doubts about Tyrion.
.
Malygos felt that it might really be time for him to leave the Demonic Nexus and go to the real world to see the changes under time. At this depressing moment, he urgently needed to relieve his stress.
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In recent times, Thrall, the chief of the tribe, has been sleeping very poorly every night.
It is not because of the political pressure of the tribe. On the contrary, in the recent period, the tribe has not had any major incidents either internally or externally. It is as calm as ever. The leaders of the younger generation are already familiar with all the internal affairs of the tribe, and everything is in order.
It runs according to plan and there is nothing to worry about.
But Sal had strangely suffered from insomnia for nearly seven days...
The city of Orgrimmar was very quiet at night. Thrall stood by the window of his room in his pajamas, looking down at the city built by his fathers. A trace of pride flashed in his tired eyes.
He reached out and made himself a cup of tea. This was the best tea brought back from the eastern continent by his sister Taresha. His long-sleeved human sister who was good at dancing was already the leading businessman in the tribe.
It is said that Taressa has recently been busy opening up a trade route from Kalimdor to the New Gilneas Federation District in the Eastern Kingdom. From there, you can go to the world of Draenor, the hometown of the orcs, which has now begun to open to traders.
Moreover, Thrall used the power of the warchief and sent some of the best spies of the orcs to search throughout the world. The last news he got was that Thales, Taresha's husband, was probably imprisoned in Draenor by the undead.
in some prison.
That's probably why Taresha wants to go to Draenor.
"I have to go see my little nephew tomorrow."
Thrall drank tea, thinking about tomorrow's actions, and then casually opened an elemental book left by Elder Drek'Thar. Because of the noisy voices in his mind, he couldn't sleep, so he could only use this method.
A way to pass the time, but tonight, this ordinary night, the moment Thrall began to communicate with the elements according to the description in the book, in his spirit, he saw extremely active elemental power like a sea tide.
It's usually a scene of rolling and beating against the barriers of this world.
In just a blink of an eye, this extremely talented orc shaman saw the blazing fire realm, the wall of the sky above the sky, and the endless tremors under the deep sea in the trembling picture.
The Throat of the Abyss, and the earth elemental realm composed of stones and crystals, the Deep Rock Continent.
The entangled power of the four elements struck Thrall's heart like a heavy hammer. At the next moment, Thrall's eyes suddenly opened. Amid the collision of the violent elements in his body, he opened his mouth and spit out scorching hot liquid.
