Dawn of Lordaeron

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Alexstrasza's pupils shrank slightly, and she recalled the name that had long been buried deep in her memory.

"What are you talking about? Guardian, Azadas? Are you sure you heard me right?"

Just as Valastazzi wanted to reply, Alexstrasza paced back and forth by himself, "This...why does the Guardian appear in the mortal world again? Is something going to happen?"

"Your Majesty, does this indicate something bad?"

Valastazzi didn't understand. According to legend, the Guardians were responsible for guarding Azeroth's existence before guarding the dragon. Why their resurrection would make Alexstrasza so nervous.

Alexstrasza heard Valastazzi’s question and hesitated for a while, "Well, in your capacity, knowing these things is nothing. I want to ask you, where did the dragon army come from? Before us, who guarded Azeroth?"

"Before guarding the dragons, the guardians guarded our world, but they also had other responsibilities. Therefore, the Titans created the five-color dragon army based on the ancestor dragon Galakrond to help the guardians protect Ai. Xerath."

Valastazzi's reply did not surprise Alexstrasza, because this is exactly what the dragonflight said from generation to generation.

However, this is not the truth of the matter. Only the oldest batch of dragons knows what happened.

"We are not a species created by the Titans, but we have received the blessings of the Titans and evolved from the ancestor dragon to what we are today-the power of the Titans makes our bodies stronger, longer life span, and wisdom.

And what makes us eligible for this gift is because we helped Tyr the Guardian to kill Galakrond."

"Kill?! But, that's not the ancestor of all dragons—"

"Yes, he is the father of the dragons, but his body is too huge. He lacked food and began to eat the corpses of his own heirs and the same kind. The death of the same kind of corpses made his body appear pustules full of death and shadow energy. The shadow of death emanated from his body, and countless dead creatures were resurrected as undead, wandering the world.

In order to prevent Galakrond from devouring the entire world, with the help of Tyr, King of Order, we eliminated Galakrond, who had lost his mind and became a half-dead spirit.

After that, in order to prevent those interested in using Galakrond to bring disaster to our world again, I unified the calibre with other dragon kings and tried to play down the existence of Galakrond. Therefore, we are not actually Titan’s creation..."

Valastazzi murmured in disbelief, "That is to say...the guardians who really gave us the duties and powers of the guardians...were they?"

Alexstrasza nodded slightly, "With Tyr's assurance, the guardians agreed to grant us the blessings and authority of the Titans, and let us become the new guardians of Azeroth, although this power still comes from the Titans. , But it is the guardians who give us authority.

After that, we seldom heard about the Guardians. We only knew that they seemed to have an infighting and closed the Titan City Ulduar. We inherited an original Titan building as the Dragon Temple. Their duties.

By the way, the authority held by each guardian is different, and it is Azadas that bestows the power of the former guardian of the earth, but now Deathwing."

There was a trace of nostalgia in Alexstrasza’s eyes, "I thought I would never hear this name again, but... in short, when the Guardian reappears in our sight, we can only explain, Something must have happened where we didn't notice."

"Then do you know what the guardians are doing? Or they are still in Ulduar, but in that case, why did Azadas appear in Blackrock Mountain-here is a long way from the storm cliffs? ."

"Only a Nefarian, it is impossible to alarm the Guardian... Even Neltharion's fall did not make Ulduar react..." Alexstrasza thought for a moment, "I used to They thought they wanted us to handle this matter by ourselves, but it seems that this is not the case. Did the Guardian tell you anything?"

Valastazzi organized the language, and those things almost broke his worldview and reshaped it again.

"The guardian didn't have much conversation with me... but the Prince Arthas seemed to know a lot. He handed Nefarian's body to me, but he didn't actually bring me back for containment. I want to give it to...Master Malygos."

Alexstrasza’s exquisite facial features were almost squeezed into a ball, "Give it to Malygos, I think it’s better not to do this. Malygos’s state has stabilized a bit recently. Seeing Deathwing’s son, I Worried that he will break out again."

"He—knows that this might happen, so he specifically asked me to tell Master Malygos something, and he also asked me to ask you for help." Valastazzi lowered his head, "Your Majesty, you I also know that Master Malygos will most likely not see anyone."

"Indeed, I guess the greatest possibility is that after seeing Nefarian's body, Malygos immediately used magic to chop off his head, and then hung it on the top of the magic hub."

Alexstrasza said helplessly, "What else did the prince say? You tell me everything, right?"

Valastazzi hesitated for a while before continuing, "He said... the dragonflight might be doomed."

After speaking, Valastazzi paused, and after seeing Alexstrasza's face was normal, he continued, "Deathwing... was driven crazy by the ancient god, and... The guardians of Durr were probably also controlled by the ancient gods.

If you don't believe it, he said that you can recall how humans appeared on this continent."

Alexstrasza's brow furrowed, and what Valastazzi said did remind her of something.

That happened many centuries ago. There was a big explosion in the Tirisfal Glades. The familiar energy shocked the dragon army. At that time, even the elven empire had not risen.

The dragon guardians wanted to investigate, but they were blocked by the message from Ulduar. At that time, they didn't realize that something was wrong, but they were relieved that they had received the news from the guardian after a long time. .

Since then, the matter has faded from the memory of the dragons: since the original guardians of Azeroth said it doesn't matter, they naturally don't need to worry about it.

Until today, many years later, when Alexstrasza’s own heir, a warrior of the Red Dragon clan, encountered the ancient guardian by accident during the crusade against Nefarian, these words suddenly made Alexstrasza realized something.

"No... don't be what I think..."

Seeing Alexstrasza's performance, Valastazzi finally said the last thing he knew now.

"Your Majesty... Prince Arthas asked me to tell you that that explosion was the last... echo of Tyr, the King of Order, and Azadas fell into the barren land not long after that. Sleeping."

"It turns out that Tyr died so early... That's it, that's it, it all makes sense, no wonder no guardian intervened in Nesario's fall, no wonder we haven't received from Austria after that. Durr’s message is not that they give us the world’s peace of mind... but that they no longer care about our world!"

While Alexstrasza spoke, her body was trembling slightly. The news that Valastazzi brought made her suddenly understand a lot of things. Some things she didn’t understand and didn’t understand, suddenly It makes sense.

Why was there no news after the Guardians closed Ulduar; why did the guardians of the earth fall and betrayed, no guardian intervened to stop his madness; why the dragon legion was repeatedly injured, and even Azeroth was threatened by the Burning Legion , When life and death were on the line, the former guardian was silent.

If it is true that what Arthas said, the guardians have betrayed Azeroth, then all this can make sense.

Alexstrasza suddenly felt that the world around him was pitch black, and even his footsteps were a bit vain. Fortunately, Valastazzi helped her in time so that Alexstrasza did not fall.

"Your Majesty!"

"It's okay... it's okay, just a little sad..."

The enslavement brought by the orcs to Alexstrasza once made her think that there was nothing in this world that could crush her soul. As a result, when the truth was set before Alexstrasza, she knew that under the false appearance , What a terrifying fact is hidden.

After a while, Alexstrasza eased from that uncontrollable sadness-even though she was the guardian dragon and the protector of Azeroth, she was not invincible.

The last spirit was overwhelmed, and now there is still some crazy dragon king, it is Malygos, all this shows that in terms of mind, the dragon is not much stronger than the mortal.

They will be sad, angry, and out of control, and even because of the relatively simple and single social structure, they are far more likely to fall into the quagmire of emotions than human beings and cannot extricate themselves.

After his mood returned to normal, Alexstrasza asked.

"Where is Nefarian's body? I will bring him to Malygos myself, and my brother should wake up from endless self-blame and madness."

"I temporarily sealed him in the mountains of Grim Batol. There is still a lot of depraved energy in his body. Bring him back to the Vermillion Sanctuary. I am afraid that it will affect the young dragons and young dragons."

"You are right, Valastazzi, but we have to take his body to Malygos quickly."

After a while, two red dragons that covered the sky after spreading their wings soared into the sky from the Vermillion Sanctuary and flew into the mountains of Grim Batol at extremely fast speeds.

It didn't take long for them to fly straight from the mountains to the sky again and flew north.

...

"So, are you ready, Dagran."

Arthas asked Dagran, "Are you ready to betray the Balrog King?"

"This is not betrayal, humans, but the fire element that has betrayed me and my people," Dagran moved his hands and feet that had been bound for a long time. When he mentioned the Balrog King, his expression was very disgusting and disgusting, "he Having enslaved us for hundreds of years, it is time for him and his minions to pay the price."

Dagran glanced at Alsace and continued, "I will tell you what you want to know, but I'm very curious about what you are going to do."

"If you're curious, just look at it," Alsace shook his head. "Now, what are you going to do?"

"Hmph, I can't do anything. Except for this information, I am afraid that if I appear on the front line again, the coward of Exotus will not hesitate to let his elements burn me to ashes.

My people are still kept in the dark, and they are still bound by the power of the Balrog King.Don't underestimate the enemy, humans, I tell you, hiding in the deep abyss is not the only one of the fire element lord, there is a more evil force lurking in Darkforge City."

"Thank you for your reminder, but they can't make any waves for the time being. When the King of the Flame Demon rolls out of our world, those people are just a mob."

The Twilight Hammer hidden in Darkforge City, the believers of the ancient gods, they seem to be a big trouble, but they have lost the protection of the Balrog Lord and his elemental army. Their existing strength is very weak and they are fundamentally affected. Nothing about the situation.

In other words, the Twilight's Hammer appeared here not because of the ancient gods, but because Ragnaros, the power of the elemental lord sheltering these cultists.

"Also, I want to ask you for someone. You should know where he is-Reginald Windsor, have you ever heard of this name?"

Arthas' words made Dagran raise his head slightly. He looked at the prince, "How do you know he is in our hands?"

"My soldier searched your prison. He is not there now. Where did you throw him?"

Dagran said casually, "The elders of that guy's family still have something to do with us, so for the sake of the hammer, I didn't kill him, but he was injured badly at the time, so he should now Still receiving treatment in Darkforge City."

The Dark Iron Emperor looked up at Arthas, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "If it weren’t for the accounts with the Bronzebeard clan, I really don’t want my people to be against you-you and me. Anyone who has ever lived is different. You are not like other humans, nor are you like elves, dwarves, or dwarfs.

But I also know that no matter whether Ragnaros is dead or alive, I will live soon. For the sake of helping you, can you agree to a request?"

Arthas smiled, "You are now our prisoner of war, but there is nothing to ask for."

"But if it were you, you might agree. As I said, you are different from everyone else."