Due to Nefarian's intentional Riddler behavior, Sharlayan and Onyxia were still not sure what he wanted to do, but they only made a bold guess that his relationship with the direct line of the ancient gods was not very good.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Nefarian and Deathwing were not the same people in the first place. They were just coerced by his powerful father to abandon Wyrmrest Temple and had no choice but to join the Old Gods faction when there was no way out.
After being driven mad by the whispers of the ancient gods, Deathwing treated his children extremely harshly, especially Nefarian, the legal heir of the Black Dragon Legion.
Onyxia had not committed any outrageous crimes when she met Sharlayan, and there was still room for turning back.
His family knew his own affairs, and Nefarian had long known that there was no turning back.
Although it was not his intention, as the crown prince of the Black Dragon Legion, Nefarian did follow Deathwing and did a lot of things that went against his conscience, and his moral lower limit was greatly lowered as a result.
Today, Nefarian is able to conduct cruel human experiments without any psychological burden.
Even though Nefarian has repeatedly emphasized that the purpose of researching colorful dragons is for the black dragon... and even the future of the entire dragon clan, the crimes he committed against the innocent experimental subjects during the research process will never be forgiven.
Nefarian himself knew this very well. He had never expected to return to the light like his sister who had not committed too much evil. He believed that he was not qualified to do so.
But even Nefarian, who is in darkness, has his own bottom line. He will never watch the increasingly crazy Deathwing drag Azeroth towards the so-called Twilight of the Dragon and the Hour of Twilight.
Nefarian has a clear positioning of his abilities and position.
In essence, Nefarian is a scholar who is proficient in research, and his strong combat power is only incidental to obtaining experimental materials at will.
After all, the Black Dragon Legion is Deathwing's army. Nefarian has very few subordinates that he can completely control, and only a few confidants.
Since he couldn't take control of the Black Dragonflight from Deathwing, Nefarian simply did the opposite.
Use the black dragon as a blueprint to create a new dragon species that is completely loyal to yourself.
The two-headed colorful dragon Chromaggus is only a semi-finished product, and it is still far away from the colorful dragon that Nefarian believes can truly fully master the abilities of the five giant dragons.
Just as Nefarian was trying hard to break through the bottleneck of the colorful dragon experiment, Deathwing's new order came.
Deathwing, who was far away in Deepholm, forcefully asked him to give up on the colorful dragons that had yet to yield results, and instead invest his energy and resources into the new twilight dragon research.
Although they are both demigod-level black dragons, Nefarian is very clear about the strength gap between himself and his crazy father. If you can't beat him, you just can't beat him.
However, at this point in time, Deathwing, who is trapped in Deep Rock Continent and unable to leave, cannot control Nefarian for the time being.
On the surface, Nefarian honestly began to invest in the research on twilight dragons, but secretly, he did not intend to give up the original colorful dragon experiment, but would continue to increase investment.
"Um?"
When Nefarian checked Bartos' mental condition, he unexpectedly discovered a "seed" deep in Bartos' soul.
"This is……"
Nefarian felt moved, and he was smart enough to make some bold guesses about this soul seed of unknown origin.
"Everyone."
Looking up at the black dragons who were still arguing, Nefarian spoke up to stop their meaningless noise.
"Regardless of whether the person who attacked Bartos came from the Wyrmrest Temple, at least he was returned intact, proving that the other party did not intend to be cruel. This matter is over for the time being."
One of the adult black dragons with a scar on his face asked displeasedly: "That's it? Bartos's loss was in vain?"
Nefarian looked at this idiot with well-developed limbs and simple mind without expression: "What else? Do you think that with our current strength, we can go against the elites of Wyrmrest Temple?"
"If we really had this ability, we wouldn't be chased and chased by the four-color dragon."
"Or are you planning to use yourself as bait to help us lure away the pursuers from Longmian Temple, in order to show your dignity as a black dragon?"
"Well……"
Everyone can say beautiful words that are light and airy, but the black dragons present cherish their lives and will not brag about their own lives easily.
"Hmph~"
Nefarian's eyes flashed and he snorted sarcastically: "That's it. If you don't want to be hit as hard as Bartosz, just be more honest these days."
"Tsk!"
The black dragons are very dissatisfied with Nefarian's negative attitude, but considering the current situation of the tribe, they can actually understand that this is a prudent and pragmatic approach.
But understanding is understanding, the black dragons who followed Deathwing across the world in the early years are still unhappy with Nefarian's lack of domineering behavior.
After sending away these scolding and disobedient black dragons, Nefarian's eyes became darker.
"Sure enough, my so-called crown prince is just a decoration. As long as Deathwing is still there, it is impossible for me to gain their sincere allegiance."
Nefarian rubbed his brows helplessly, Nefarian looked a little tired.
"As expected, we still need to step up the research on colorful dragons. Even if we want to resist, we must first have our own direct line power."
Putting aside these annoying things, Nefarian carefully extracted the seed containing some kind of information from Bartos' soul.
"A psychic trick? Interesting."
After reading the information recorded in the soul with a solemn look, Nefarian showed a meaningful smile on his face.
"Haha~ As expected of Onyxia's favorite person, Sharlayan Deep Shadow? You really know how to make the best use of others... Anyway, we both benefit from cooperation, so let's do as you wish."
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When Sunderland completed the delivery mission, met up with his followers, and began to move across the sea to the continent of Kalimdor, Sarlayan and his party of four had already arrived at Booty Bay.
In principle, this port city established by the Steamwheedle Consortium is open to all races and forces without discrimination.
No matter what camp you come from or what your identity is behind the scenes, as long as you consciously abide by the rules set by Booty Bay, you can travel freely in this neutral city.
Because of this rule, the people who come and go in Booty Bay are extremely complex, and many people and forces who are not visible on the table come here to discuss business.
The Steamwheedle Dismantling Group took this opportunity to establish a large-scale black market trade chain. Even the mages of Dalaran and Quel'Thalas would occasionally come to the black market to find treasures to see if they could buy what they wanted.
Precious contraband.
Sarlayan has no particular opinion on the black market run by the Steamwheedle Consortium.
Its existence is reasonable. Since this black market has been able to operate prosperously for so many years, it proves that many people do need this special purchasing channel.
Sarlayan is not a messenger of justice with a clear eye, and he has no time to care about such trivial matters that are not on the table.
Ever since the Marquis of Deep Shadow signed an equal trade agreement with the Steamwheedle Consortium, Sarlayan, as a lord, has become a distinguished guest of the Steamwheedle Consortium.
This is the case with goblins. Those who can provide them with gold coin income are noble people, and those who cannot generate value are waste that is not worthy of attention.
After Sarlayan made a request to Revegaz, the manager of Booty Bay, the leader behind the Blackwater Pirates responded as quickly as possible.
A diesel-powered speedboat ignored the merchant ships and passenger ships queuing up at the dock and aggressively cut in line to set sail first.
Some young and ignorant sailors were very dissatisfied with this and cursed and accused the ship of breaking the rules.
The old fritters nearby hurriedly pressed their mouths: "I don't want to die! Can't you see the flag on that speedboat?"
"That's the ship of the Blackwater Pirates, the manager of Booty Bay. His speedboat has something urgent to do, so why is it weird to jump in line?"
Sarlayan was unaware of the discussion on the dock behind him and had no interest in caring about it.
Rivergaz's private speedboat sailed very fast, heading north along the coastline of the Cape of Stranglethorn at full speed, and expected to arrive at the port of Stormwind City, which was still under reconstruction, before dark.
After relaxing on the boat, Onyxia, who had regained her laziness, asked Sarlayan curiously: "Speaking of which, what are you hiding in Bartos' soul?"
Sarlayan smiled meaningfully: "It's just a short piece of information. If Nefarian really wants to get rid of Deathwing's control, he should be happy to agree to my request."
Onyxia asked in confusion: "What request?"
"It's very simple."
Sarlayan stretched his somewhat stiff body on the boat: "The establishment black dragon's attack on Black Wing Lair has been put on the agenda. I asked him to accompany me in a scene in this civil war between the black dragon clan."