Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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The gryphon carrying Black flew into the Alterac Mountains in the dark night. The biting cold wind suddenly hit his face, making the little murloc tremble with cold, and croaked and hid in Black's clothes.

The gryphon is a creature that looks like a cross between a giant eagle and a lion.

The front half is that of an eagle, with wide, warm feathers, and the back half is that of a lion, with smooth mane, making it very comfortable to hold.

This fantasy beast is so huge that it can carry three people riding it.

They have excellent endurance, fly very fast, and are extremely brave. They can even compete with giant dragons if there are free knights riding with them and they have an advantage in numbers.

There are dragons in the Hinterlands where the Wildhammer dwarves settled, and it is also the habitat of griffons.

They are excellent mounts and comrades in arms. You can have confidence in them at any time, and now, Black, wearing flight goggles, is looking for them at high altitude.

Soon, he saw a red light appearing in the distance, motionless.

It's in a dense forest of snowy mountains.

There!

The pirate gently patted the griffon's neck and guided it to glide there.

But the griffin seemed to have smelled the scent of the dragon. It became irritable and fell into the forest a few hundred meters away, unwilling to move forward.

But it doesn't matter.

Blake jumped off the gryphon, took out the Flame Blade Sankesu from the magic bag, carried it behind his back, wrapped his long hood, and walked quickly towards the dense forest where he was knocked down in front of him.

He soon found his target.

In this cold place, in a messy cedar forest, on top of the heavy snow, a huge creature is waiting for death.

Under the blow of Deathwing, the bronze baby dragon, who was already on the verge of death and was being infected by the weird power contained in the broken stone, lay there.

Constant whimpers of pain.

The scales on its abdomen were torn, a large amount of dragon blood was spilled, and its mind was filled with whispers from the void abyss. Its soul was suffering more terrible damage than its body.

It's already a bit unbearable.

To make matters worse, the strange power that Deathwing injected into its body cut off its connection with the timeline, and it could not even call for reinforcements.

I can only wait for death here alone and sadly.

It saw Blake emerging from the shadows.

But it no longer had the energy to scold him or attack him. The poor baby dragon was almost finished.

No.

What it will suffer is an ending more terrible than death.

All young dragons have heard the sad story.

About how the once powerful guardian of the earth, the Black Dragon King Neltharion, went crazy under the temptation of the void and fell completely into the abyss of madness and despair during the ancient war that shattered the earth 10,000 years ago.

It became the fearsome Deathwing.

And he betrayed his compatriots, holding the evil artifact Dragon Soul, and in just a short time, he tore apart the dragon camp, and all the dragon legions suffered heavy damage.

Including the black dragon himself.

In that battle, the Blue Dragon Legion was almost wiped out by Deathwing himself.

Since then, the Black Dragon Legion has been infected with hopeless madness from the source of their bloodline. In the past ten thousand years, the Black Dragon has been hunted and killed by other dragons, and is now close to the edge of extinction.

The fate of the black dragons is the situation Sephiel is facing now.

Deathwing gave it a gift.

The void power escaping from the abyss is dragging it into an irreversible fate.

You are a bronze dragon. The main point of your learning in the Cave of Time is to make good use of time, predict the current dangers in the future, and then avoid possible death.

This world is too mysterious, and there are always things you can't avoid. Just like I told you when we parted last time, the bronze dragon is very powerful.

But you are not invincible.

Dear Sephire.

You didn't understand what I meant. You didn't learn the lesson.

When this sad fate came, Sephiel, who was already on the verge of death, was suddenly shocked when he heard the time residue in front of him and called it by its name.

Get some clarity from that terrible state where your head is filled with whispers.

Lying on the ground, the young bronze dragon could not stop wailing. It turned its huge snake-eyed dragon eyes and stared at Blake. It asked with difficulty:

How did you recognize me? I shouldn't have any interaction with you in the past or future!

Really?

Blake held the flaming blade in both hands and stood ten meters away from the young dragon. He shrugged, looked at Sephiel who was in extremely bad condition in front of him, shook his head and said:

Now that this is the case, Sephiel, the first question you asked me is actually just this? How did the great people of Quicksand Scale teach you?

All right.

If you really want to know, then let me tell you, maybe it's because I wasn't supposed to be there.

Like you said, I'm just a humble remnant of time.

Just like your unique taste, just like the future I see, look at this flashy moon-white dress, look at this slender body with white hair.

You are really a beautiful girl.

Too low-key.

Perhaps, you should learn from your predecessor, my friend in the future, Chromie, or as it is more familiar to you, Crodom.

A female dragon with a male name.

Having said this, Blake curled his lips and said as if he was complaining:

Of course, Ms. Chromie's low profile is also a way of showing off in a sense. Anyone who has some understanding of dwarf civilization will know that in that atheistic race, it is impossible for a profession like a priest to be born that requires faith.

She is probably the only dwarf dressed as a priest of the Holy Light in the entire Azeroth.

If you are still alive and are lucky enough to see her, tell her for me that I saved her in a future timeline and saved her from the desperate situation of being assassinated by eight different enemies at the same time. Lovely fate.”

Blake raised the flaming blade in his hand. The six super entries of this legendary weapon determined that it could become a dragon-slaying blade.

It can easily cut through the scales of a young dragon.

You can cut through its hard bones, you can take its life.

Therefore, the pirate said maliciously:

Of course, I doubt whether you will survive tonight.

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The shock in Sephiel's heart was beyond words.

But it's in really bad shape now.

Under Blake's gaze, the young dragon raised its head, and with the support of its slender neck, it let out a painful whimper, like a dying beast.

The wound on its abdomen has shown signs of becoming hollow.

Strange shadow tentacles are being summoned from the abyss, attached to its wounds. They are the purest shadows of the void, infecting Sephiel from the soul level.

Once the soul is completely polluted, its dragon body will soon be infected by the void and turn into an abomination.

Tentacles of flesh and blood are just the beginning.

Then there are eyeballs growing everywhere, covered with abscesses and blood, deformed and disgusting.

Then kill me!

Sephiel whimpered in pain. Its slender neck could no longer support its big head, and like a collapsed mountain, it hit Blake's eyes hard, causing dust to fly as the ground shook.

It obviously knew what it would encounter next.

It said hard and hard:

The weapon in your hand can break my dragon scales, kill my destiny, kill me! My future and past are collapsing, and I am being expelled from the time network by the void.

I will be tainted.

I will be its weapon against my fellow man!

Don't let me become a monster like it!

After killing me, go to Kalimdor, to the Caverns of Time, to the Dragonblight of Northrend, to Wyrmrest Temple, and bring the news of Deathwing's appearance to the Scale of the Quicksand!

Bring it to the four dragon kings!

Protected by an evil artifact crafted by Deathwing himself, and unable to be tracked by the bronze dragons in time, my people were unaware that Deathwing had returned to this world.

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They must be warned!

Blake tilted his head.

He seriously suspected that the young dragon in front of him had been tortured crazy and would beg for his help at this time, but he saw a pleading that could not be concealed in the huge snake eyes.

He also saw how the strange void swallowed up real things.

Those purple-black shadows that were constantly shining around Sephiel's body were like void tentacles wrapped in dim starlight. Every time he saw them, Blake would have a whisper in his heart.

He has had this experience.

He had heard the same sound when he came into contact with the contaminated Eye of Pares.

It's so sad that the orc warlocks are playing with a power they don't understand at all! Even conspirators like Gul'dan didn't know that in his shadow, the all-pervasive void has taken root.

Blake took a step forward.

The heavy flame blade Sankesu was grabbed by his hands, and the black frosted blade was pressed against Sephiel's slender and huge neck. He looked at the young dragon in front of him and closed his eyes.

It seems that he is preparing to welcome death.

In this situation, Blake killed it to definitely give it relief.

How desperate do you have to be to beg a 'time remnant' to help you?

The pirate sliced ​​the legendary blade into Sephiel's neck.

He turned his wrist, and the tough dragon scales seemed to be nothing under the blade. Sephiel gave up resistance again. Blake exerted a little force, and a large stream of hot dragon blood flowed out.

But the young dragon no longer felt pain.

Its soul is being polluted by the void.

It has become numb.

Deathwing probably regards you as a test subject for some forbidden creation. Their family has a tradition of doing 'biological experiments'.

A black dragon will come to you soon.

Even if you die, they turn your corpse into an extremely pathetic creation.

But I'd love to be a dragon slayer.

Your death will also become my strength. As for your prayer, I am not crazy yet, but if it makes you feel relieved, I will tell you.

Deathwing has no plans to do anything bad to you dragons now.

Lord Davar is having fun 'playing games' in the human kingdom.

Ants like us should not disturb the interest of that dangerous person.

The pirate held the legendary blade, like climbing a hill, grabbing the handle, and cutting upwards. More dragon blood spilled out, the dragon scales were broken, and the pale dragon bones were exposed in the blood.

Sephiel let out a numb whimper, feeling that death was coming.

But it still didn't resist.

It's just that the vitality of a strange creature like the giant dragon is too strong. Under the current situation, it is difficult for Blake to kill it quickly.

He looked at the legendary blade stained with the burning dragon's blood in his hand, and then gestured to the size of Sephiel's head.

Even if the knife was stabbed directly into Sephiel's eye, it would probably be difficult to reach and destroy its brain.

The huge bodies of these dragons are, in a sense, the best defense. Human weapons are like toothpicks to them.

That does not work!

The pirate cut open a few more dragon scales. He shook his head and pulled out the legendary blade, kicked Sephiel's dragon horn, and said:

The descendants of Deathwing are also active in the Alterac Mountains at this point in time. If we delay it any longer, they will come over. If you want to be freed, you have to do it yourself!

But I can help you in one way, poor man.

Um?

The young bronze dragon, who was almost unconscious after being tortured by the void, opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the pirate taking out another thing from his bag.

A lantern with pale light.

Hell Soul Lamp

The dim light in Sephiel's eyes suddenly brightened, but soon fell into despair again.

It said with difficulty:

I refuse! It would be easier for me to fall into the void than to fall into the hands of that madman from Hela. Anyway, it will be eternal torture.

What good things are you thinking about? You are such a cute and pitiful little stupid dragon.

Blake put the soul-inducing lamp close to Sephiel's wound, and he said quietly:

I said, can you refuse?