Dawn of Lordaeron

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The arcane brilliance in Malygos's eyes became more radiant, and his whole body was enveloped by violent arcane energy.

Valastazzi applied to Nefarian's corpse to keep it in human form, and the easy-to-carry magic was instantly destroyed.

Nefarian's huge black dragon corpse suddenly floated outside the Dragon Sleep Temple, almost blocking the entire surface of the wind and snow.

The furious Malygos released one after another magnificent but extremely dangerous magic rays. Nefarian's tough body was instantly cut into several pieces, and his huge dragon head was unimpeded from the body. Dissociate down.

Then came the wings, four feet, tail and internal organs, and finally, even Nefarian's skeleton was stripped off.

After destroying all the internal organs of Nefarian except the heart, Malygos did not damage the other body parts of the black dragon prince. In a burst of blue light, all other parts of Nefarian were swallowed into a strange The space left only the dark heart that was wrong.

The face of Varastazzi who watched all this was not very good, Malygos moved too fast, he had no time to stop it.

Although he understood Malygos' anger well, in front of the other dragons, he dismantled the corpses of the same kind like a toy, making Varastazzi feel that this weaver, the king of the blue dragon... Something psychopathic.

Alexstrasza also frowned slightly, but when she saw Nefarian's dark heart, her expression suddenly froze.

"You can see it too, Alexstrasza?" Malygos's originally decadent tone suddenly showed a little nervousness, "This power does not belong to the guardian dragon at all."

"The ancient god..." Alexstrassan's exquisite face showed some nausea and discomfort, not because he saw Nefarian's heart, but because he felt the power surging in Nefarian's heart.

"I thought that those guys were all well locked up in cages, but we are probably all wrong, and they are all wrong too!"

There was a hint of madness in Malygos's voice, "They are also wrong, those guardians who claim to be right, if it were not for them, neither my children nor my wife would—"

"Malygos, calm down!"

Alexstrasza realized that Malygos was abnormal, and the magic around him even caused the space to fluctuate and twist.

The oathbinder of life used his authority without hesitation, and tried to appease Malygos's emotions with his authority over creatures.

Maybe he hadn't really fallen into despair and madness, maybe he still had a touch of emotion for his sister, Malygos slowly broke away from that daunting state.

This made Alexstrasza a little relieved—her power is not the best choice to soothe the soul, but the dream power possessed by her sister, the green dragon queen Ysera, is the best choice.

But now there is no time to wake Ysera, Alexstrasza fears that if Malygos is left in this way, his paranoia and madness will destroy him sooner or later.

Just like Nesario.

"Malygos, calm down, anger and hatred can't solve any problems. It will only make you equally vulnerable to the erosion of the ancient gods."

"I know I know."

Malygos's expression kept changing, and in the end, he returned to his indifferent face.

"I have to go back to the Demon Axis immediately to find out what went wrong-if Neltharion's fall was also caused by the ancient evil gods, I am afraid they have been active for longer than we can imagine."

"Wait—" Seeing that Malygos wanted to leave, Valastazzi quickly stopped the Weaver, "Master Weaver, I have something else to say."

"If you have something to say, because you brought me Nefarian's body, I can assume that I didn't hear what you said before."

Malygos stopped the teleportation magic and looked at the little red dragon coldly.

"A friend of mine, let me tell you that there is another blue dragon race in this world."

Malygos didn't say a word after hearing this, and after a while, he said, "Go on."

"You should know the name Senegos."

"Senegos," Alexstrasza repeated the name, searching for something in her memory for tens of thousands of years, "Is that the blue dragon? He is still alive?"

"Senegos..." Malygos' expression showed a rare movement, which also made Varastazzi a sigh of relief.

At least Arthas didn't make up a name to tell him, otherwise Valastazzi felt that he might be worse off today.

"Who is your friend and how did he know this name?"

Malygos took the initiative to ask a question, and Valastazzi immediately replied, "He is the warrior who killed Nefarian alone, the prince of Lordaeron of the human kingdom, Arthas Menethil."

"mortal?"

A little doubt appeared on Malygos's face, he had obviously never heard the name.

Alexstrasza added, "Varastrasz did not lie. It is true that this human prince killed Nefarian, and there is a fellow you know beside him."

Malygos looked at Alexstrasza in confusion.

"Azadas, the guardian of the earth before Nesario."

The face of the weaver stiffened, and he seemed to think of something bad again, but unexpectedly, he suppressed his emotions this time and slowly said, "The guardian...by the side of a mortal, this is simply It’s the most absurd thing I’ve heard in thousands of years."

"But this is the case, Malygos, I suspect that something bad has happened. The reappearance of the Guardian illustrates this very well."

Malygos lowered his head in thought for a moment, then turned to Varastazzi, "Go on saying what you know."

"Okay," Valastazzi nodded, "Azadas is now..."

"No, it's not about the Guardian, it's about Senegos, how is the old blue dragon?"

"Uh……"

Valastazzi hesitated a little awkwardly. Malygos looked at him and said unhappily, "What's wrong, is there any problem?"

"The prince only told me the name of the blue dragon, and what he also told me is that there are other blue dragons in the world living normally, other things...

The prince said that he hopes to talk with you in detail after meeting you in person."

"What does he want? Wealth, power, or magical treasure?"

Malygos obviously took this as a signal of demand, and he quickly said, "Well, there is a mortal who wants to see me, then I will meet him and see if this one can defeat Naifah alone. What are the thoughts of Li'an's Warriors? You should have nothing else to say?"

Valastazzi shook his head. Malygos snorted and said to Alexstrasza, "You have also heard, a mortal asked me to find him. Regarding the guardian, let's go down Talk again."

Alexstrasza nodded a little helplessly. At the same time, he was also very curious about how Arthas figured out Malygos’s temperament—he seemed to know very well that Malygos was very important to the reproduction of the blue dragon clan. I don't care much about things other than life.

It seems that as Valastazzi said, the human prince seemed to know a lot of unusual news.

Malygos finally asked, "Where is that human being now?"

"Black Rock Mountain is fighting the elemental minions of the Balrog King."

After listening to Valastazzi’s answer, Malygos’ body was instantly shrouded in blue-purple arcane brilliance. In the blink of an eye, Malygos’ body disappeared on the top floor of the Temple of Wyrmrest, leaving only Nai behind. Farrian's dark heart was still bound in midair by arcane chains.

Alexstrasza looked at the heart radiating ominous power and waved his hand to release a red flame. However, the flame could not ignite Nefarian's heart that had stopped beating for a long time.

"The ancient gods are recovering... But why have they been silent except Nesario for these ten thousand years?"

Alexstrasza raised her head and looked up at her heart, and there was one question after another in her heart. In fact, Nefarian’s remains have explained a lot of things, but when these things were connected, Alexstrasza still did not find The most important link is the logic of the whole thing.

There are too many questions, such as how Nesario was driven mad by the imprisoned ancient god, and what kind of state the guardians are in now.

Thinking of this, Alexstrasza thought of his son, a red dragon warrior named Keresstratz. However, he had disappeared in the quicksand thousands of years ago, and there is no news until today.

Behind the high walls of Silithus, behind the ravages of the Qiraji, there must be something hidden, but none of the dragons who knew what happened in the ancient kingdom returned alive.

Valastazzi looked at the red dragon queen who was in deep thought, did not bother, but quietly left the top floor of the Temple of Wyrmrest, and established communication with Arthas in a certain building on the lower floor.

As soon as the magic connected, Arthas chuckled.

"It looks like you've seen that weaver."

"Yes, I tell you responsibly, this is definitely not a good experience," Varastazzi said depressedly, but when he thought that the next person to see the Blue Dragon King would be Arthas, he just Refreshing, "Tell you a good news, the weaver has already gone to you."

"It's really good news, little red dragon," Alsace was not surprised, but teased Varastazzi. "You must be thinking now: Ah, this cunning human will be stunned in a while. Sanctions from the Dragon King. Right?"

"Nothing like this! Also, don't call me Little Red Dragon!"

The dismantled Varastazzi refuted Alsace's opinion with some irritation, but after calming down, he reminded him seriously, "No matter what else, if you are waiting to see that person, don't treat me. The way he treated him... that person’s mental state was a bit unstable—hey, hello, Arthas, did you hear that?"

Arthas seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, making Varastazzi puzzled for a moment, but in the next second, Arthas cut off the magic communication, and then there was a word that made Varastazzi to the prince The situation is very worried.

"Ah, sorry, we may not be able to talk anymore, the'soul' has already arrived."

Looking at the closed magic communication, Varastazzi stood there, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in his heart-that human being, did he really listen to his advice?

As soon as he cut off his magical communication with Valastazzi, Arthas felt an energy that was very similar to Nozdormu, but more real and violent, was quickly approaching his terrace.

For a moment, the astrolabe inside Arthas's body flickered for a while, and he noticed that all the magic nets around him seemed to be in disorder for a moment. In this chaos, a middle-aged man with blue hair exuding a powerful aura Walked out of nothingness.

"Alsace Menethil?" Malygos said calmly, looking at the young human in front of him, "You should be honored because you have been met by me in person."

"Weaver, guardian of magic, king of blue dragons, Malygos, I don't know which title makes you more comfortable?"

"Whatever you want, mortal," Malygos stared at Arthas with some curiosity. It was not that he had never seen a mortal, but he was still so calm and calm when he first saw him facing the dragon king. Mortal.

"Well, Lord Weaver, I have heard many stories about you." Arthas laughed twice.

Malygos said, "I haven't heard my brothers and sisters mention you."

"King of Time, Nozdormu."

Alsace’s answer silenced Malygos for a few seconds, "Well, let’s skip this question for now—Varastraz told me that you want to see me, and now I’m here, since you killed After Nefarian, I also got information about Senegos. I can meet your requirements, as long as it does not violate my responsibilities and principles."

"So, can I ask a question?"

Malygos did not speak, but stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture. He was confident that he could solve any doubts about Alsace, whether it was about ancient secrets or magical treasures.

But Alsace's problem is not related to these at all.

"Why don't you go to the Blue Wing Habitat to find your people? You should have known their existence a long time ago. Blue dragons cannot thrive without the magic net. Which magic net node in this world can hide from you? What about perception, weave, law, and master?"

Alsace's tone suddenly became rush and sharp, and this question also made Malygos's expression stagnant, completely beyond his expectations.

This suffocating silence lasted for a long time, and Arthas remained silent, staring at Malygos, waiting for the answer from the Blue Dragon King.