Under Deathwing's cruel and strict control, Onyxia struggled for many years to achieve the strength she has today.
However, even during the period when she was struggling to survive under the shadow of Deathwing's wings, Onyxia did not obey all of his orders. In innocuous places, she often obeyed and disobeyed Deathwing's orders. place.
Deathwing saw all of Onyxia's little moves, and he chose to turn a blind eye.
Unlike Onyxia, who has relatively light control, Nefarian, who has always been regarded as the best successor by Deathwing, does not have the ability to take advantage of her.
Nefarian's discipline will only be stricter than Onyxia's, so strict that he doesn't even have a chance to show his own personality, and can only obey the words of Deathwing.
Over time, Nefarian simply closed his heart and strictly followed Deathwing's requirements to study the so-called colorful dragons for him.
Tens of thousands of years later, when Nefarian, who was obsessed with research, finally made some breakthroughs in the research of colorful dragons, Deathwing mercilessly asked him to abandon all related experiments and switch to researching a more blasphemous and twisted method. A new mutant dragon species.
Twilight dragon.
During the thousands of years of advancing the multi-color dragon experiment, Nefarian hunted a large number of other four-color dragons as research materials, and therefore placed a most wanted order in Wyrmrest Temple.
Seeing that the research results he had put so much effort into were about to be wasted, Nefarian, who thought he had closed his heart for a long time, finally couldn't hold it any longer.
Through the local battle that captured the Molten Core and liberated the Dark Iron Dwarves, Nefarian very implicitly showed goodwill to Sharlayan...or to Onyxia.
Perhaps he just wanted to leave a way out for himself at the time, but from the perspective of Sarlayan, who had a God's perspective and planned ahead, Nefarian's step just widened his future path.
If you follow Deathwing wholeheartedly and serve as a dog to the Ancient God, you are destined to die.
"about this point……"
Sarlayan smiled confidently: "I had a little discussion with Alexstrasza before."
"She didn't give a direct reply at the time, but only gave some hints."
Onyxia raised her eyebrows: "What's the hint? It's very difficult?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "Whether it is difficult or not is not up to us."
"The numerous crimes Nefarian committed in his early years are irreversible. It is absolutely impossible for him to completely return to Wyrmrest Temple. The families of the dragons who died under his hands will not agree."
"However, as long as Nefarian can make a big enough contribution in slaying the dragon traitor Deathwing, and assist Wyrmrest Temple to successfully recover the power of earth guardianship, Wyrmrest Temple headed by Alexstrasza will make decisions The higher-ups will no longer send people to hunt him down."
"At that time, Nefarian, freed from the coercion of Deathwing, can freely choose his future life."
"This is the official attitude of Longmian Temple, and from our standpoint..."
Noticing the deep meaning in Sharlayan's eyes, Onyxia suddenly understood.
"As long as Nefarian is not allowed to continue to do evil, we can provide resources in a private capacity for research projects that he is interested in?"
Sarlayan smiled and nodded: "That's probably it. You can convey this to Nefarian intact, and then...it depends on how he wants to make a decision."
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"waste!"
Archimonde angrily kicked a wounded Dread Lord out of his sight.
Before the poor guy could land, his body disintegrated into a green mist of blood in mid-air.
Archimonde once again decided to use his brain to find out what kind of medicine those Azerothians were selling in their gourds.
However, the Defiler's scouts and spies disappointed him. After more than a week of prying, they still failed to obtain any valuable intelligence.
The more this happened, the more Archimonde felt there was something wrong, and his mood became more and more anxious.
"Useless things!"
Archimonde paced back and forth in the camp angrily: "Do you want me to collect intelligence personally? What's the point of the Burning Legion raising waste like you!"
Facing Archimonde's anger, the remaining officers in the demon army were all silent. No one dared to answer the question, but many people secretly complained in their hearts.
'Obviously you said that your army doesn't need rats that can only crawl in the dark, and you proudly laughed at Kil'jaeden who only knew how to hide behind the scenes and do some small things, and now you blame us for not cultivating professional spies. personnel……'
Due to differences in personal styles, the resourceful and espionage elites in the Burning Legion usually do not choose to be loyal to Archimonde, but instead gather under the hands of fraudsters who value their abilities and value more.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Archimonde has the most generals like Mannoroth who are all about fighting. Most of them have strong actual combat capabilities, but in most cases they are too lazy to use their brains and just follow the boss and get it done.
As the saying goes, there are specializations in the art industry.
Under the personal management of Valeela and Maiev, Mount Hyjal's intelligence defense line was woven so tightly that Archimonde's two-handed intelligence officers could not obtain any valuable information at all.
Among the high-level demon officers Archimonde brought to Azeroth, only one of the Destruction Demons, Darrian, is still alive.
Seeing Archimonde turning his angry eyes towards him, Darrian, who had just connected his arm not long ago, felt a chill in his chest and silently lamented in his heart.
No matter what he thought in his heart, Darrian could only bite the bullet and stand up at the moment.
"Sir, let me lead the vanguard to test the enemy's strength."
Under Darrian's conscious initiative to fight, the anger on Archimonde's face finally calmed down slightly.
"Very well, go ahead. I will be ready to personally respond to you at any time. The Burning Legion will not forget..."
Before Archimonde could finish his official speech, four huge dragons with wings that could cover the sky swooped down from the sky at the same time, followed by a dozen smaller ones of their own kind.
Feeling the powerful aura of these four giant dragons, even the brave Archimonde's face changed slightly.
"How brave! You actually dare to attack!"
With one hand, he pulled the still confused Darrian behind him, and Archimonde raised his left hand calmly to hold up a dark green evil energy barrier.
"hold head high!!"
Led by the four leading dragons, all the incoming dragons spewed colorful dragon breath towards the Burning Legion's camp.
Archimonde's defensive barrier only protected the demon officers centered on himself, and the ordinary demon soldiers screamed in agony under the sudden attack of dragon's breath.
Ever since he became the demon lord second only to Sargeras, Archimonde has never been so arrogantly shown in the face.
After guarding against the first wave of dragon's breath, Archimonde's face turned dark and he completely ignored the demon officers around him. Without saying a word, he chased after the dragon army who turned around and tried to evacuate.
He was so arrogant that he couldn't swallow this breath.
"Took the bait."
A flash of light flashed from Alexsta's giant dragon boy who was turning back: "Act according to the plan."
"Solidomi, Sinestra, Yinlanicus, Talannistraz and Saragosa, the dragon army will be temporarily under your command."
"Brothers and sisters, follow me!"
Archimonde, who was chasing the Aspect Dragon, was not completely carried away by his anger. Seeing the four largest dragons moving separately from the other dragons, he immediately realized that the other party intended to remove him from regular warfare. separated from it.
"I want to see what tricks you want to play."
Archimonde pondered for a moment before taking another step forward: "In the face of absolute strength, the so-called strategies are just cleverness. I will prove this to Kil'jaeden with practical actions!"
Archimonde was not just out of his mind at this moment. Based on the information provided by Kel'Thuzad, he came to the conclusion that he could hold the situation and then pursued him with confidence and boldness.
As Archimonde expected, when he followed the four giant dragons that were gradually descending to a forest clearing, the forest demigod Cenarius, whom he had always remembered, was already waiting here.
"All spirits in the forest, please listen to my call!"
As soon as Archimonde appeared, Cenarius couldn't wait to start casting spells.
Under the contemptuous and teasing gaze of the Defilers, Cenarius, who looked nervous, catalyzed the plants in the nearby forest, and the wildly growing trees completely blocked the road Archimonde came from.
"That's it?"
Archimonde sneered and twisted his neck, looking around at the five demigods who were waiting for him without any pressure.
"Do you think you can hold me back with just these people?"
"Who gave you the confidence to stop the powerful polluter!"
"Arrogant!"
Archimonde's momentum exploded, and the surrounding forest was ignited by the evil flames spreading from his body. Archimonde, shrouded in green fire, shouted loudly and angrily: "Facing the pure power of the Burning Legion, Shi Lieyan, face me, Archimonde!"
