During the process of creating the Demon's Soul, the Red Dragon Queen was always in a dazed state, with saliva at the corner of her mouth, looking foolish.
As soon as they heard that the master of Demon Soul would be the Black Dragon King, several other dragon kings immediately quit.
"No, this must not be the case. The owner of the Demon Soul must be a highly respected Dragon King." Ysera, the green dragon, said without thinking. She regretted it as soon as she said it, and a sharp look came from the Black Dragon King.
The Dalmatian dog disagreed and rejected it unceremoniously: "I think this black one is highly respected enough, so I will hand over the Demon Soul to him. That's it."
"I object."
A loud and harsh voice came, and a group of night elves were seen walking over. The leader was Tyrande. She frowned slightly and said coldly:
"The Demon's Soul is related to the safety of Azeroth, and the Black Dragon King Neltharion is not suitable to own it."
The Dalmatian smiled and stared at the woman: "So who is suitable?"
"Only I, Tyrande Whisperwind, the chief priestess of the moon god Elune, am qualified to be the master of the Demon Soul." Tyrande said righteously with a frosty face.
"You can't." The Dalmatian shook his head and said naturally.
"Why?" Tyrande asked reluctantly.
The Dalmatian looked at Tyrande with a smile: "Because you are too ugly."
"You!" Tyrande was so angry that she almost fainted.
Archimonde had his own ideas. He stood up and persuaded: "Sir Yoyo, the Demon's Soul belongs to Azeroth after all. I think it is better to respect the opinions of the locals."
The Dalmatian looked at Archimonde regretfully: "Don't you really understand? I just don't want anything to happen to you."
Seeing Archimonde's stubborn and persistent look emerge again, the Dalmatian raised his head and looked at the sky:
"A conspirator, a careerist, an ugly woman, a fat dragon, you are not suitable to own the Demon Soul. This is a mortal world, so leave it to mortals. Let mortals decide the future direction of this world."
The Dalmatian looked at the Black Dragon King: "That black guy, since everyone is opposed to it, I can't force it. The Demon's Soul is indestructible, but I reserve the right for you to destroy it."
The Demon Soul slowly fell from the sky, and it seemed that it was about to fall into the hands of many priests in the Temple of the Moon. Tyrande's eyes radiated light. If any priest got the Demon Soul, Tyrande got it.
However, by some strange coincidence, the Demon's Soul fell into the hands of a male night elf.
Malfurion Stormrage.
At the same time, a black scale appeared in his hand, and Black Dragon King Neltharion nodded slightly to him.
Malfurion held the Demon Soul in his hand, and he clearly felt that he could easily destroy this artifact by just scratching the Demon Soul with his scales.
"Destroy him."
A voice echoed in Malfurion's ears, coming from the Black Dragon King Neltharion.
"Destroy him."
A voice sounded in the bottom of his heart, coming from Malfurion's own conscience.
What should I do? Malfurion had no idea and stood there hesitantly.
The Dalmatian clapped his paws: "The fate of the mortal world is determined by mortals, not the so-called gods who are above." The Dalmatian raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky:
"Archimonde, see you later. The long river of time flows quietly. I hope you will not lose your true heart."
The Dalmatian figure turned around and left, entering the huge portal.
The eyes looked at Malfurion one after another, greedy, envious, threatening, and hateful.
Malfurion was under great psychological pressure, and the hand holding the Demon Soul was shaking unconsciously.
Especially the dragon kings, their eyes widened as they stared at the demon soul in Malfurion's hand.
Tyrande came to Malfurion's side, she waved her hand gently, and an indestructible moonlight surrounded the two of them, forming a separate private space where outsiders could not see anything.
"Speaking of which, Malfurion, what conditions do you want?" Tyrande asked directly.
"What? You mean, a deal?"
Malfurion asked tentatively. He did not expect Tyrande to be so straightforward.
However, what surprised him even more was what happened next.
"I know what you want. If you are willing to hand over the Demon Soul to me, I can marry you." Tyrande said calmly, as if she was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her.
"You want to marry me?" Malfurion rolled his eyes:
"Although you are the distinguished Chief Moon Priest, although you hold a high position of authority, to be honest, when Illidan was still there, I did pursue you, but you know, I like Lisa, not you."
"Malfurion." Tyrande almost yelled:
"Emotions are the most unreliable things in this world. I am the chief priest of the Moon Temple, and you are the leader of the druids. If you are in our position, don't paralyze yourself with deceptive emotions. You have what I need.
, I have what you need, a transaction of equal value, this is enough."
Malfurion hesitated and began to think in his mind that his favorite Lisa had entered Azshara, the magical city, and had nothing to do with him anymore.
Except that Tyrande is not gentle and virtuous, and is not a good woman who lives at home and is devoted to her husband and son, she is perfect in other aspects.
There is no perfect lover, as long as she has a certain expertise, it is enough. Tyrande's power, her status, and her majesty are exactly what Malfurion needs.
Malfurion struggled for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Tyrande, can you tell me the function of the Demon Soul? I want to hear the truth."
Tyrande nodded: "There is a defense system built by Titans in the outer space of Azeroth. The Demon Soul has the power of the Aspect Dragon. It is the key to unlock this system. With it, the moon god Elune can
Coming to Azeroth."
Malfurion didn't feel surprised after hearing this, it was completely expected.
"Then what will happen after the Moon Goddess arrives?" Malfurion asked uneasily. This was the question he was most concerned about.
Tyrande looked indifferent and replied coldly: "To recreate the ancient kingdom of darkness, all life that does not conform to the moon god Elune will be destroyed. Only believers of the moon god can live in the kingdom of god."
Malfurion looked at Tyrande in shock and asked in confusion:
"Tylande, we night elves are the masters of this world. We have always had food, clothing, and safety. You want to destroy this world for your own ambitions. What is the reason that makes you like this?"
Tyrande glanced at the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Yes, when did I become like this? Malfurion, I still remember when I was very young, Illidan rescued a young baby from a group of harpies.
The Yaksha Leopard?"
Malfurion's face darkened and he nodded: "Of course I remember."
The Yaksha Leopard has always been a friend of the night elves, just like the relationship between humans and horses.
With an innocent smile on her lips, Tyrande fell into beautiful memories:
"What a wonderful childhood time. We were so innocent at that time. Illidan, you, Lisa and some other friends, we carefully raised the Yaksha leopard together and watched it grow day by day. We imagined what it would be like when it grows up.
What does it look like? Maybe you will find a mate soon and breed a litter of little Yaksha leopards."
"But one day, it disappeared." Tears filled the corners of Tyrande's eyes: "I searched the entire village and most of the forest, calling its name over and over again, but it never disappeared."
"It's gone, it's gone." Tyrande said viciously: "Until I saw Lisa wearing a beautiful leather jacket, everyone knew the origin of this leather jacket, but it's a pity that you still hang around her."
"That's my most beloved Yaksha Leopard." Tyrande closed her eyes and couldn't help but shed tears. (To be continued)