Saberian's death was simple and without any twists and turns.
Onyxia is weaker than Saberian, but not much weaker. With an adult dragon and Frostmourne's sneak attack, it is simply too easy to end the life of another dragon.
Arthas was not even present personally. He was still observing and commanding the Scourge in Naxxanar to conquer the ogre territory and prevent the possible emergence of Gruul.
Frostmourne was taken by Onyxia to the Circle of Blood, and she used the fiery dragon's breath to cover up Frostmourne's original aura, which suddenly erupted in the ruins and severely injured Saberian.
The injured Saberian was no match for Onyxia, let alone Frostmourne who was there to give him a blow from time to time. Soon, the powerful black dragon could only die with hatred.
However, Saberian's desperate fight also caused Onyxia to suffer a little. Not only did a lot of scales fall off, but there were also several shocking blood stains on the slender dragon's neck. It seemed that Saberian had suffered a blow. Leanne pawed.
After learning that Saberian had died, Arthas also led a group of psychics to the Ring of Blood Arena. The nearby ogres had been cleared away, and Saberian's body happened to be stored in the Ring of Blood Arena. In the open space in the ring.
The psychics summoned low-level skeletons and zombies to clean up the ruins, and dragged huge dragon corpses to perform rituals.
Onyxia kept her dragon body and lay behind Alsace. Several gargoyles were cleaning Onyxia's wounds with various objects. She was a little depressed. She obviously got the first blow, and there was Frost. Even with the sad help, he still ended up in such a mess.
"Why haven't you returned to human form?" Arthas glanced at Onyxia, who was lying down obediently. "Are you afraid that I would dislike you and have wounds on your neck after you become a human?"
"No...no, it's just that wounds heal faster in dragon form." Onyxia said angrily. She was still not suitable for fighting...
Those wounds only looked scary. Compared to Onyxia's huge size, they were only minor injuries.
However, seeing that Arthas had no intention of reprimanding her, she raised her head slightly and whispered, "Sabellian's power is worthy of his reputation. He may be my father's most powerful lieutenant."
"Then it seems that your father is indeed crazy. He sent one of his strongest lieutenants to do some inexplicable things in the outside world." Arthas waved the gargoyles away and looked at the wound on Onyxia's neck. A gentle light shone in his hand, "Lower your head."
Onyxia was stunned for a moment, and then she obediently moved her neck as close to the ground as possible, reaching the position where Alsace just touched it.
A numb and itchy feeling came from the wound on her neck, and Onyxia resisted the idea of stretching out her dragon claw to scratch it.
This feeling only lasted for a short time before Arthas put his hand down. Onyxia said in surprise, "It's over?"
"It's over. It wasn't a serious wound in the first place."
Arthas' attention moved away from Onyxia's restored neck, and his eyes returned to Sabellian's body.
This made Onyxia's dragon head freeze - wasn't she so tempting as a dragon corpse?
Feeling insulted, Onyxia ignored the other minor "scratches" on her body and transformed directly back into human form, surprising the gargoyles who were carrying tools to continue cleaning her wounds.
"If you think about it carefully, it would be nice for Sabellian to become a bone dragon." Onyxia's incarnation, the charming countess, stood on one side behind Alsace and said this with some gritted teeth.
Arthas replied casually, "Do you have a grudge against him for hurting you? Well...but I don't actually intend to let him turn into a bone dragon."
Onyxia became confused when she heard this. Why does His Majesty the Lich King keep appearing one after another? Isn't it just for Sabellian that he goes through all this trouble?
"It would be too wasteful to directly remove the flesh and blood of an adult black dragon that has just died, leaving only the tendons and bones to resurrect the bone dragon." Arthas actually only discovered this detail. After all, this was only the second dragon that died in his life. The dragon in hand.
Last time, Nefarian's identity was very special. Giving his body to Malygos would be of greater use. Moreover, Arthas was the coalition commander of the Alliance at that time, so it was difficult to resurrect the bone dragon. Apart from leaving Nefarian's soul behind, he didn't do much else.
Now that he had the opportunity to study Saberian's body carefully, Arthas realized that directly resurrecting the recently dead bone dragon into a bone dragon seemed to be a waste of its potential.
Arthas drew out Frostmourne, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and slowly brushed the sword with the other hand. The mist with a blue halo was pulled out from the sword by him, and the phantom of a giant dragon was in the mist. There were constant roars in it, trying to break free from Alsace's imprisonment.
However, no living dragon is a match for Alsace. After death, only the soul remains, making it even more difficult to escape from Alsace's grasp.
"As you can see, without protection, the soul of a truly bewitched and corrupted black dragon cannot rest in peace even after death." As Arthas spoke, there were several dark purple mist mixed with the blue soul halo. , flickering in and out.
Onyxia stared at Sabellian's soul for a long time and found that he seemed to have almost no remaining sanity except anger and rage. Every time he was suppressed by Arthas' power, he was about to die briefly. When calm, those dark purple energies seemed to irritate Sabellian's soul like spikes, causing him to continue roaring in pain.
"The corruption of the Old God is so deep that even I find it a bit surprising. This kind of corrosion makes it difficult for living creatures to return to peace even after death." Arthas held Saberian's soul, "In addition to completely destroying it, Annihilation, there is basically no way to separate this method of corrosion.”
After finishing speaking, Arthas glanced at Onyxia meaningfully, "So you know how unique the 'protection' I mentioned is."
Onyxia suddenly felt shuddering. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she completely succumbed to this power. Would she become like her father, a crazy maniac who could not stay awake except for destruction and destruction?
"Even if you resurrect it into a bone dragon, won't this effect be blocked?"
Arthas shook his head, "Originally, I planned to erase most of the will in Saberian's soul, leaving only the basic fighting instinct, which would also facilitate the removal of the erosion of the ancient gods. But now I suddenly discovered that there may be more Another way.”
"what way?"
"Turn him into a lich, a dracolich."
As Arthas spoke, he walked towards Saberian's body. He pressed Saberian's soul on the huge dragon head of his corpse. The other hand held the magic sword behind his back. At a certain moment, he Taking action quickly, the sharp magic sword instantly pierced Saberian's soul and his head.
"boom!"
With a soft sound, Saberian's soul was hit hard and exploded into a sky full of blue mist. It was about to escape into the air, but at this moment, Frostmourne suddenly burst out with a huge suction force and pulled hard. It held Saberian's fragmented soul and prevented it from dissipating immediately.
Under Alsace's guidance, the magic sword became a channel, crushing Saberian's soul, and at the same time collecting the broken soul, and integrating it bit by bit into the skull of his corpse.
The blue light gradually weakened from strong to strong, and Alsace's soul was forcibly poured into Saberian's skull. However, just when Onyxia thought the ceremony was about to end, Alsace unexpectedly Pulling out Frostmourne, he turned around and drew his sword neatly, cutting off Sabellian's head.
Arthas used his power far beyond human imagination to grab one of Saberian's dragon teeth and separate his head from his body. He saw the black dragon's blood that had not yet solidified flowing out from the fracture in his neck. , and soon a small stream formed on the ground.
However, the blood was pulled by some kind of force, slowly but accurately, forming a strange magic circle under the black dragon's body.
The dragon's blood already contains powerful magic and vitality, but in the blood of the fallen black dragon, that vitality is unusually active. Arthas felt that if Saberian died on Azeroth, and If the corpse is not properly disposed of, I am afraid that a flesh-and-blood aberration that is not inferior to a living dragon will be born from his corpse.
But now that we are in the outer realm, it is difficult for the power of the ancient gods to invade. This change will be so slow that it cannot continue. And Arthas is preparing to use the abnormal vitality of the black dragon's body to perform a flesh and blood sacrifice, and the purpose is Strengthen the dragon's bones.
Stirring magic pulses surged from the magic circle and the dragon corpse. In the strange red light, the black dragon's flesh and blood gradually dissolved, and was pressed into his pale bones by the red light. Soon, the black dragon's body was consumed. After all, the skeleton was actually flashing with red lines.
Arthas watched this scene, patted the dragon's head that was separated from Sabellian's body with his backhand, and said, "Don't sleep, little dragon, wake up and serve your new master."
This simple sentence seemed to contain a different kind of magic. The moment the words fell, Sabellian's closed eyes suddenly opened. This scene, like a dragon ghost story, made Onike Shia was so frightened that he took half a step back.
"You are... the master... I..." The black dragon's head opened and closed, making intermittent sounds. I don't know how he spoke with only one head left, but all the beings with independent consciousness present listened carefully. Here comes the sound.
"You are Sabellian. You were once the lieutenant of Neltharion, the Earth Warden, a member of the Black Dragon Legion, and now you are the Dracolich of the Scourge Legion."
"Sabe...Lian...Nessa...Leo...the guardian of the earth...the black dragon...dracolich..." The black dragon's head was still opening and closing, but this time, his head But it started to tremble slightly.
He was shaking more and more violently, and just when Onyxia thought he was about to "come back to life", Sabellian suddenly lost all movement as if his thread had been disconnected.
After seeing no other movement for a long time, Onyxia tentatively said, "The ceremony...failed?"
A smile appeared on Arthas's face. He turned to Onyxia and said, "No, it worked."
With a loud bang, the front paws of Saberian's skeletal body suddenly lifted up and crashed onto the ground not far behind Alsace. The tremendous force made the earth wail, and the hard ground of the arena shattered instantly. crack.
Onyxia's expression was moved, and there was an incredible expression on her face - this was not a blow caused by brute force, but the earth's response to the children of the guardian.
But, why does a bone dragon have talents that only a living and uncorrupted black dragon can have?
"I am Sabellian, the Dracolich of the Scourge, a remnant soul, and an Avenger." Sabellian's cold tone was like the cold wind of Northrend, penetrating through all but Arthas. the souls of all but one.
All the flesh and blood on his dragon head faded away, leaving only the hard skull and the fire of the soul burning in the eye sockets and sternum.
The first Dracolich was born.
