In the secret treasure house of Marin Nogfogg, a golden dragon head floats slowly.
The huge dragon head is like a wooden house, with round eyes, curved horns, and a ferocious face.
In the Battle of Quicksand thousands of years ago, the dragons and the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg hurt each other, and a bronze dragon was killed. This dragon head was purchased from the Zerg through secret channels.
In order not to be noticed by the bronze dragon, a Dalaran mage was paid a high price to make a sealing circle to prevent the breath from leaking out.
"My most precious treasure."
Marin Noggenfogg has a fiery gaze, is particularly obsessed with bronze dragons, and is intoxicated by the power of dragons.
The aura of the dragon head is far greater than that of scales and nails. As long as the seal is lifted, the aura of the bronze dragon may permeate the entire Gadgetzan.
Then he successfully recruited the bronze dragon.
Marlin Nogfogg was reluctant to bear it, so he stepped forward and tore off a small piece of scale from the bottom of his head. He was so distressed that he could hardly breathe.
As soon as his eyes rolled, Marin Nogfogg thought of a good idea.
Guarding the fragments of the hourglass of time are senior advisors Vareg and Krago, a pair of spellbreakers, the archmage Khadgar's nemesis.
Golden holy light spurted out from the hourglass fragments and rushed straight towards the sky, maintaining the shield of holy light covering Gadgetzan.
Krago sat aside and dozed out of boredom.
Varrego shook his head, touched his chin, and said doubtfully:
"Strange, why do I have the urge to praise the Holy Light?"
Kelago said with a loud voice: "You have absorbed too much holy light. The holy light will make you stronger, but the price is to confuse your mind."
The two ogres were too close to the hourglass. Unlike Krago, Warego was almost immune to magic and would inevitably be affected by the Holy Light.
"There is always a way to solve it." Warego is an ambitious and ideal ogre who is skeptical of everything: "Holy light is just a kind of energy. It cannot affect people's minds. It must be the Holy Light."
The Light Legion has added some things to it, and as long as the secrets are cracked, the Holy Light can be used for us."
Krago raised his head and said: "Then you should find it quickly. If we succeed, we will return to Draenor to avoid being bullied here. I hate these chattering green dwarfs."
"You have to give me some time." Warrego yawned and replied: "The Holy Light Legion has been fighting in the universe for many years. It has a deep understanding of the Holy Light. How can we let us crack it easily."
The two of them were chatting casually, when suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind came over, and more than a dozen gorgeous female goblins came over, holding flowers and beaming with joy.
"Enemy attack." Krago stood up suddenly.
"You're too nervous." Warego swallowed and said, "It's just a group of delicious female goblins. It's strange why they are holding flowers. Is it a special condiment?"
Having said that, Head of State Margok had warned them long ago that they would not dare to actually eat the goblins.
The female goblins quickly arrived, all wearing bright clothes. A tall female goblin said solemnly:
"According to the ancient tradition of Gadgetzan, the most beautiful ladies give the most beautiful flowers to the bravest warriors before going to the battlefield."
The goblin was too short and could not reach the ogre's knees. Warego struggled to bend down to take the flowers, feeling a little at a loss.
"Warriors, thank you for fighting for Gadgetzan."
The female goblins bowed, then turned and left. Warego suddenly noticed something and called out to the female goblins.
"Wait a minute."
Warego took a step forward, grabbed the female goblin who brought the flowers, and brought it to his nose to smell it carefully.
The female goblin was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was trembling all over. She thought she was going to be eaten. She simply closed her eyes and her long eyelashes trembled.
"What's this?"
Varrego took a piece of jewelry from the female goblin's neck and saw that it was made of black jade.
The female goblin hesitated for a moment, her face turned slightly red, and she did not dare to lie in front of the terrifying ogre, and whispered:
"I went to the mayor's room last night... and he gave it to me."
Warrego smiled and said: "This is very interesting, beautiful girl, are you willing to give this little gift to the bravest warrior?"
The female goblin nodded reluctantly.
After the female goblins left, Krago sarcastically said: "This is not your style, to steal women's things."
Warego looked at the inconspicuous jewelry in his hand: "Krago, you are too insensitive to magic aura, what is this?"
The camouflage on the surface was crushed, revealing a tiny golden scale.
Crago exclaimed: "Is it a piece of dragon scale?"
Varrego said solemnly: "I don't know what this means. I just need to capture Marin Nogfogg for interrogation, and I will be able to find out the truth."
Head of State Margok listened quietly to the reports of the two men, and both heads were lost in thought at the same time.
The butcher on the side said: "The scales of the bronze dragon, this is no coincidence."
Margok waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, it's not a good time to fall out with the goblin. It's just a good time to use the breath of scales to get in touch with the bronze dragon."
After getting the butcher's advice, Margok contacted the bronze dragon many times, but received no response, hoping that this scale would work.
When the scales were placed in front of the communication crystal, the Cave of Time immediately responded. The crystal lit up, and the image of Anachronos, Nozdormu's most trusted heir, appeared in front of him, roaring angrily:
"These are Alfea's scales, ogres, what have you done?"
"Who is Alphia?" Margok asked.
Anaclos stared at the ogre and said angrily: "Alfea was a member of the Bronze Dragon Legion. She died in the Beetle Wall a thousand years ago, and her body was snatched away by the Zerg."
"I'm sorry." Margok said politely: "I really don't know the origin of this scale. I heard that the Bronze Dragon Legion Yi Bo Yuntian, the messenger of justice in Azeroth, hopes to get your help to relieve it.
Siege of Gadgetzan, Highmaul is willing to pay any price."
Anachronos' anger subsided slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said sarcastically:
"You have enough respect for Medivh. The Bronze Dragon cannot compare to the Guardian. He allows you to live in Gadgetzan and we will not interfere."
Seeing that the other party was about to extinguish the communication crystal, Margok immediately said: "There are treasures of the Goria Empire buried in the outer domain. There are many Titan relics with incredible power. I know where they are buried and I am willing to dedicate them all to the Bronze Dragon Legion.
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Anaclos hesitated, then gently lowered the raised dragon claw, and said after a long while:
"Who knows if those Titan relics are still there, abandoning principles for illusory items and launching a meaningless war. This is not the style of our bronze dragons."
Margok was dejected, thinking that the negotiations had broken down.
Unexpectedly, Anachronos continued:
"The Bronze Dragon Legion is somewhat thin-faced. As a mediator, what you need is a peace negotiation."
Margok's two heads shook together: "I know Khadgar, he will never give up."
Anaclos said with a smile: "Khadgar is resourceful and a dangerous person. Unfortunately, his leader Chen Stormstout is a fool. He was played by Thrall in his early years and betrayed countless people.
Pandaren, as long as you set your sights on Chen Stormstout, there is much to be done."