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Onyxia, the daughter of Deathwings, and the sister of Nefarian, the king of Black Stone. Her eyes moved in the passage under Maraton as the few forgotten people in front of her kept moving in the passage under Maraton, and her brown eyes narrowed in contempt. From beginning to end, she maintained a cold silence.

It has been almost two years since she was captured by this group of dirty creatures. Princess Black Dragon found that the Forsakens did not do anything to her, but put her in the forbidden demon shackles, locked her in a dark underground cage, and did not torture and insult her. Instead, she would send a lot of delicious fresh food every day, as if she did not dare to abuse her.

This situation may not be true. Who is not afraid of her father? Perhaps the forgotten one is going to surrender to the Wings of Death, so he came to curry favor with her.

But these are just Onyxia's most ideal guess. She has been locked up for so long and has not been moved. At this moment, two soldiers came and told her that someone was going to see her. The Black Dragon Princess almost knew that she was the leader of the Forgotten, the guy who was called the "Winderer".

What does he want to do?

Onyxia shook her head. No matter what the undead wanted to do, it would have to do with her. She would not be locked up again, and there would be changes today.

To her surprise, she was taken to a portal. Through the shining translucent body, the black dragon saw the snow-capped peaks, and there was no doubt that there was no desolate place there.

"Get in!" said the Forsaken soldier who was escorting her coldly.

Onyxia did not move her steps, but just looked at the portal, with disdain and doubt mixed in her eyes.

Another soldier added: "The master is waiting for you there, it is best not to let him think you are late."

"I don't like too cold environments." Her voice was filled with mockery.

"Don't be too slow." The soldier who spoke afterward pushed her without fear. Princess Black Dragon glared at the other party and walked towards the portal.

Arriving at the other end of the door, Onyxia found that it was night, and the air was cold, and the chill that cut into her body made her shiver. However, standing in the sky again made her feel much more relaxed. What Princess Black Dragon wants most now is to change back to the dragon form and spread her wings and fly high. This idea was soon dispelled by the dragged chain. She was still a prisoner. Everyone in Forgotten knew how to control this giant dragon: a certain amount of power was applied to the chain, which could prevent her from changing into her true form.

The soldiers who escorted her just now did not come out. There were already two dark rangers waiting for her on this side of the portal.

"Go away!"

The person who had changed the escort did not change his attitude towards her. Both dark rangers placed bows and arrows on the strings and silently warned Onyxia that if she dared to make any extra moves, she would kill her life.

"Where is your master?"

"Don't think about letting your conspiracy succeed, Black Dragon." The clear male voice rang under the Ranger's hood, "Your spiritual magic is useless to the master. Now, I want to remind you that it's best to be obedient. There are at least a dozen arrows around you." The Ranger of Darkness then made a gesture, signaling her to move forward.

At first, Black Dragon thought she had come to Northrend, but her keen insight told her that this was not a far north. There was light at the snowy mountain, and there was a majestic and tall city wall towering under the dark night.

This is Ultraman. Onyxia was surprised. She remembered that her father almost became the king of this place in Lordaeron many years ago. It is incredible that the Forsaken has occupied the place.

Onyxia walked to the edge of a mountain corner. Before she could see the wither, she had already heard the regular sound of iron thunder. There was also a trace of flame in the air.

She finally met the person who wanted to see her - the witherer who was casting bows and arrows with fire charcoal under the night. In addition to him, Onyxia also noticed seven gorgeous figures flying in the air.

"Master, she's here."

A dark ranger bowed slightly and said. Nathanos did not respond immediately. He held a iron pliers in his hand, and his scarlet eyes were now thinking about an arrow on the pliers. It seemed a little unperfect, and the Withered One hit a few more times with an iron hammer.

"Report her situation," he ordered.

The Dark Ranger replied: "The person who cares for her will definitely follow your orders and only provides her with food and water every day, no one speaks to her, and no books or anything else."

Nathanos had assembled an arrow and nodded slightly. He didn't know whether he was praising his works or understanding the Ranger's report.

"Unlock her shackles."

"Owner?"

The Dark Ranger blinked like Onyxia, shocked by Nathanos' orders.

"Then you retreat." said the Withering.

"Master, this dragon is just our prisoner, but she has not surrendered yet. Once she is out of bondage, she will turn back to the dragon form, which is very unfavorable to us."

This soldier is very visionary! The Black Dragon Princess stood behind and sneered without saying a word. She did do this, and the first thing she did after turning back into a dragon was to burn the witherer to ashes with dragon breath.

"Execute my order." Nathanos said calmly. Although the dark ranger was still confused, the master would not repeat the order again. He glared at Onyxia fiercely and untied the Black Dragon Princess's restraint in a few seconds.

The power is back! Onyxia closed her eyes and felt it with her heart. It was so wonderful that she had not gained freedom for too long. She couldn't wait to recover from the true body of the Black Dragon and didn't want to wait for a second.

But a sudden oppression shocked her heart and calmed down the Black Dragon Princess. The two dark rangers had left. She looked up and looked up, and seven pairs of huge wings came into her eyes. Onyxia began to get nervous. Why did the Withered One dare to take off her shackles and why did she dare to get along with her alone?

What are those angel-like guys from?

"Let me introduce it." Nathanos glanced at the confused black dragon. His voice turned the black dragon's disgusting eyes to him. "They are Wagri, new members of the Forsaken. They all have names: Agatha, Daschira, Alsula, Anandid, Kira, Signey, Brenja."

"Do you think they can protect you? You can survive under my flame!" Onyxia murmured.

Nathanos glanced at her with an interesting look. "No, I introduced them to you in the hope that you can know who they are."

The black dragon cannot let his sight leave the Withered.

"Why?"
Chapter completed!