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Krasus was still able to remain calm and composed when facing Malygos, the King of Magic. But now, he was trying hard not to tremble in his body and to prevent himself from being thrown off balance by the arrival of the black dragon.

Neltharion's current appearance made Krasus feel heartbroken. He once again saw the original appearance of the Obsidian Guardian. His body was not steel, but scales.

But that was the past after all, and the future Neltharion had rejected his responsibilities and even refused to use his own name. He changed his name from its previous name to a well-known synonym for evil.

Deathwing.

In Krasus' memory, the appearance of Deathwing - the World Destroyer - appears vaguely. Neltharion will eventually become a scourge, and now he is trying to prevent the tragedy from beginning. At this critical moment, to incite distrust among the dragons

, is a huge adventure. Crassus can't control that much, he must give it a try.

"Finally here!" Malygos looked up at the Black Dragon King, who was flapping his wings and falling slowly.

Krasus did not completely lose the courage to speak. He knew that Neltharion would be detrimental to him, "The black dragon..."

‘Quiet, little insect repellent!’ Neltharion’s voice was thunderous, but the other dragon kings did not seem surprised by his unusual reaction. Krasus realized that the black dragon king had invaded his mind.

'I know who you are...and what you're here to do..., but you can't change anything!'

Krasus cursed in his heart, trying to drive away Neltharion's voice. "The Black Dragon Legion..."

The red dragon in human form became more and more uncomfortable with the whispers in his ears. He looked at Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen should be warned. According to Deathwing's approach, she will become a slave of the orcs,

She will lose many children.

‘Seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity!’ Crassus squeezed out beads of sweat on his forehead. He always reminded himself to concentrate, even though he was about to faint under Neltharion’s pressure.

The Black Dragon King's gaze passed through Krasus. 'You will use the facts of the future to oppose me and make other dragons as hostile to me as you are. You are trying to stop me, poor little thing. You will never be allowed to achieve your goal.'

"Ms. Alexstrasza..."

'shut your mouth!!!'

Crassus found that his tongue was entangled, replaced by words that did not match the preface and the follower.

Except for Neltharion, the other dragons craned their necks, expressing shock at his strange behavior. Krasus glanced quickly at Alexstrasza for help. But her expression was the same as the others.

He looked very surprised.

Crassus' head began to spin. The dizziness made him feel very sad, and it was even difficult to maintain his balance. Meaningless words continued to pop out of his lips. But Crassus no longer understood what he wanted to say.

.

When Krasus' legs were bent and he was dizzy, Neltharion's death-like voice sounded in his ears.

'I warned you..., the future Cleostraz!'

"What's wrong with him?" After seeing Krasus' strange behavior, Malygos was full of questions and looked at Alexstrasza.

The Red Dragon Queen was also very confused about this, so she could only temporarily let Krasus take him to rest.

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"I can feel a powerful being coming to this world." Cenarius closed his eyes and said, as if he was meditating or feeling something. "It's in the palace of the night elves!"

Malfurion nodded, "The fantasies in the Emerald Dream are all true. Did something unexpected happen to Her Majesty the Queen? It is impossible for her to do nothing about it."

Until now, the low-level elves still firmly believe in the authority of Queen Azshara. Nathanos shook his head helplessly. This situation is very similar to the Arthas he knew. These people may not be able to believe that they are the ones who brought the disaster.

leader.

"Unfortunately, it is your queen who is summoning the Burning Legion!"

"What?"

"impossible!"

"So you know about the Burning Legion!"

Malfurion, Tyrande, and Cenarius all had different reactions to Nathanos' words.

"It's true. I was taken into her palace by her. She has turned the demon guards into personal guards, and she seems to be summoning a 'main god'. There is no doubt that he is a powerful guy."

"Others must be informed," Tyrande shouted, "They must not know about this yet."

"This will only cause panic!" Nathanos scolded, he couldn't believe that this impulsive female elf would be the leader of the night elves ten thousand years later. "And others will not believe it, your queen...

Very loved.”

Tyrande wanted to say something else, but Cenarius interrupted her.

"Indeed." The demigod's voice sounded, temporarily stopping all the arguments. "We must first find some people who are willing to accept the doomsday prophecies. And such people have a certain degree of influence. Are there any suitable candidates?"

This question does not need to be answered for Brox and Nathanos, but it is extremely important for Tyrande and Malfurion.

"I will try to persuade High Priest Dejana, I think she will believe me."

"I will go to my brother Illidan. He is now the magical advisor to Lord Ravencrest of Black Crow Fortress. I believe that through him, Lord Ravencrest may be prepared for what is about to happen."

"Very good." Cenarius nodded and smiled, "I will also contact other demigods. As for Brox and Nathanos, where are you going?"

The orc stared at the demigod and grinned. This attitude seemed to be bribed by the battle axe. "I want to help Tyrande, but she wants to return to her people, so I plan to follow Malfurion to find her."

That Lord Ravencrest."

"I'm not familiar with this place, but I don't want to be alone. I went to Black Crow Fortress with them, and I have someone to meet." Nathanos glanced at Malfurion, if it weren't for this elf's reminder

, Nathanos has almost forgotten Illidan.

"Then let's act quickly."

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Azshara held a see-through ball in her hand. This magical handicraft allowed her to see a thousand images of elves from different countries. When the guard captain came in and knelt down, he saw Azshara's own face seemed to be reflected in the ball.

, but the image soon disappeared.

"Did you catch him, Varoson?" the queen asked the captain of the guard who entered the palace.

The officer felt embarrassed: "Not yet, light of lights, but please forgive me for some time. I will definitely catch that guy who escaped."

"I like to hear good news, captain of the guard!" Azshara stood up and spoke coldly. She rarely had such an emotion, and Varoson understood that the queen was not in a good mood at the moment.

"There is indeed good news, Queen. Our master, Sargeras..."

"He's here?" Azshara's eyes lit up.

"No, not yet, the light of light, the portal cannot bear the master's majestic body yet...but he sent a powerful demon leader to help us."

"Another powerful...demon?" She took a few steps forward. "Take me to see him!"

Varoson followed the queen. These days, he had done some research on the Burning Legion that made the queen so obsessed. He found that those demons didn't seem to be interested in the queen's beautiful face.

Azshara arrived at Xavius's territory and discovered that the demon lord Archimonde had indeed arrived.

Azshara showed an uneasy look for the first time, although it was only for a moment. She opened her mouth slightly to take a breath, and then she regained her composure, but Varosen still felt very frightened when she saw it.

Archimonde has nothing similar to him except that he is as tall as Mannoroth. However, by any standard, he is more powerful than Mannoroth. In some aspects, he is even similar to the elves.

They look alike. His skin is blue, and there is a terrifying tail growing from his back. He has no hair on his body, and has a huge skull and a pair of wide pointed ears. A pair of dark green eyes stare out from under his narrow eyebrows.

.It makes people feel that their power is boundless.

"You are Queen Azshara." He spoke smoothly and clearly, but full of majesty. It was very different from Mannoroth's hoarse voice and the hissing noise Hakkar made when he spoke. "The master is loyal to you.

Very satisfied.”

Azshara just nodded and was speechless for some reason. It was the first time she met someone as powerful as herself. The queen turned to Varoson, stared at him and said without blinking: "The master must be more powerful.

."

Varosen knelt down on one leg and replied: "I have the same view as you."

Archimonde seemed to be no longer interested in the two of them. He turned to where the upper elf mages were casting spells. There was a purple-black portal hanging in the center of their queue. Although it was very large, it wanted to allow the largest demons to pass through.

Still very difficult.

"To ensure the smooth flow of the space-time tunnel, he will come out of it soon."

"Who?" Azshara blurted out, "Sargeras is coming?"

Archimonde looked indifferent, shook his head and said: "No! He is the master's new servant, the new warrior of the Burning Legion."

Varosen glanced at Mannoroth accidentally, and was very puzzled when he saw this demon with long fangs.

The edge of the black hole suddenly flashed. The bodies of the upper-class elves maintaining the portal shook immediately, because they needed to exert more strength than ever before. Some elves were gasping for air, but fortunately, no one fell down.

Then a figure appeared in the portal. Although he was smaller than the demons, for some reason, even before his feet set foot on the earth, he could still feel a power comparable to Mannoroth.

.

Azshara's golden eyes discovered that they were not feet, but hooves, just like Archimonde. This figure walked towards the demon leaders and night elves. Its legs were like a goat with rough fur. The lower body looked completely like an animal.

The same, the torso is naked, purple with black, very much like a night elf, but much stronger. - Some long blue-black hair is fluffy on the thin face, and the large curved horns form a distinct contrast with the elegant pointed ears.

A contrast. His eyes are full of cunning. The black, transparent eyes have streamlined red stripes in the center. These are real. He is smarter and sharper than others, and he seems to know how to maneuver according to the wind.

Among the people Azshara knew, there was only one person with these weird eyes. She was the first to call out. Azshara leaned forward, pouted, and looked at that evil face very seriously.

A face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her appeared. She said, "Savis?"
Chapter completed!