Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 308, Section 65: Chromie's Dragon Travel Group. Fine, come if you want.
"Such a huge demon skeleton? My God, was all the flesh eaten? What kind of battle could have taken place here to be this brutal?"

In the ruins of the Crimson Sanctuary, now completely reduced to a scorched wasteland of fel energy, a high elf with beautiful, gradient blue hair hunched over, scrutinizing the skeleton of the demigod archdeacon before her.

Before its death, this abyss lord must have used a technique similar to "self-destruction," turning the land where its corpse lay into a filthy pool of fel energy, like a crack that pierced through half of the Red Dragon Sanctuary, turning this once evergreen place into a hellish, foul-smelling wasteland.

The pollution of evil energy thus took root.

The worst part is that the filth left behind by the great demon is not so easy to clean up. If left unchecked, this pollution could spread throughout the entire Wildhammer Highlands.

"Ow"

The chubby baby dragon flying beside the blue-haired elf who had come to check the battlefield cried out twice, prompting her to turn around. She quickly discovered that a large number of imps were crawling out of the fel molten pool, and some lower-ranking demons similar to dreadlords were also wandering around the fel lands.

However, there are no more portals nearby, which means that these demons were born from the corpses of the great demons.

"So this is how demons reproduce? I've learned something new! Grandpa always said something about how a whale falls and all things come to life. I guess this is what this creepy scene is all about?"

Stellagoth nodded repeatedly, memorizing this useless piece of knowledge in her clever mind, and then searched the ruins of Crimson Sanctuary.

She found several strange scales, one of which, even after being peeled off, still emitted a terrifying chill, making even a blue dragon like Little Star feel its fingertips go cold.

But the dragon scales were blue, and they gave her a very familiar feeling.

"This is the scent of Teregosa, I can't be wrong!"

Blue Dragon Detective nodded affirmatively, then used mysterious dragon language magic, using the scale of frost as a medium to confirm the approximate location of its owner.

Soon, Little Star got the result.

"South! We can find her if we fly south."

She reached out and patted the head of the baby dragon beside her, then glanced at the astonishing corrosion that covered the land. A sense of responsibility as a guardian dragon filled her heart, and she decided to do something.

A moment later, a beautiful blue dragon with azure scales flapped its wings and flew over this abandoned holy land. It used its still not powerful frost breath to freeze the demons that were entrenched there, and it took another ten minutes to freeze the skeleton of the great demon that was constantly seeping into the soil.

However, she was only a young dragon and had not yet reached adulthood, so the dragon language magic she could use could not block the infiltration of fel energy for long. When she felt tired, she sent the news that the place was filled with fel energy pollution back to the Nexus and invited a powerful blue dragon to come and strengthen the "seal".

After doing all this, the little star flapped its wings and flew rapidly towards the southern sky.

The baby dragon Aimegosa, which she had personally hatched, perched on her head and hitched a ride, while also carrying the chilling scale in its mouth, which transformed into a "mischievous map" to provide Stellagosa with more precise guidance.

Meanwhile, on the island of Dalaran outside Stormwind, in a half-damaged mage tower, Teregosa, who was learning better ways to manipulate energy from the Archmage of the Light, Ymira, suddenly sneezed several times, causing the entire mana model that was maintaining the intricate ritual to collapse.

"You can't do it like this!"

The former "underachiever senior sister" of the Arcane Academy has become an outstanding spellcaster in the starry sea through more than 20,000 years of war experience. Although she still retains the savage habit of smashing the heads of enemies with her staff, as a hybrid spellcaster of priest and arcane, she expressed regret for Teregosa's focus on spellcasting.

"I haven't even given you proper 'interference resistance training' yet, how come you interrupted your spellcasting on your own?"

Imira, with her stern eyes wide open and hands on her hips, said to the great blue dragon:

"Your body's ability to automatically generate ultra-low temperature cold air is powerful but also dangerous, especially when you are walking in the mortal world. If you lose control even slightly, it could freeze an entire town, which would be a catastrophic outcome!"

"The Vigilant has entrusted you to me as an apprentice, so it is my responsibility to help you control these forces."

"Oh dear, Grand Master, this time it wasn't my fault."

Teregosa explained:
"I feel like someone is tracking me! Arcane power has formed a clear beacon, like a chain connecting me to my body, and I can sense that the other person is approaching. Although they are still far away, they are moving very fast."

"Hmm? Tracking spell?"

Imira frowned, channeled her magic and circled around Teregosa, and sure enough, she detected a very unique fluctuation.

The old warrior, who had slain demons for over twenty thousand years, remained calm. Leaning on her light-forged staff, she said to her apprentice:

"The structure of this spell is exactly the same as the dragon language magic you demonstrated before, so it's highly likely that your people have come after you. If you still don't want to see them, I can help you cut off their tracking."

However, I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep things hidden like this.

Your next step is to assist humanity in seizing the evil artifact, the Dragon Soul. This will inevitably involve dealing with other dragons, and you've also learned the truth about the Star Soul and the Titans. Since you know you're on the right side, what is there to fear?

"It's not fear, it's just..."

Tyreggosa sighed, and after a moment of silence, nodded and said:

“You’re right. I can’t keep avoiding meeting my people. No matter what decision the Weaver makes after obtaining the Platinum Disc, at least for me personally, I have become a guardian of the world!”

This is nothing to be ashamed of, and I have absolutely no need to hide it.

I'm going to see it.

"Bring your companions along."

Imira reminded her:

"One should always be wary of others, especially given that your current stance is against the Guardian Dragon."

"Ah."

Teregosa nodded, used her magic to create a portal, and ran to meet her great dragon sisters to see her "family." Imira stretched her shoulders, left the half-collapsed mage tower, and went outside to direct several golems to continue repairing it.

She "rented" the mage tower from the Kirin Tor.

Although Eredar spellcasters don't have the habit of building mage towers, Imira is a very easygoing person. She felt that since she was already here, she should at least experience the daily life of her fellow Azerothian spellcasters.

The first thing to do was naturally to build a decent mage tower for myself.

Although she hadn't graduated from the Arcane Academy when the Battle of Argus broke out, she was still a student of Argus's top academy and was interested in spreading the spellcasting philosophy of the Eredar people throughout Azeroth.

It's nothing to be ashamed of when exchanging ideas with peers.

Just as Imira was clutching the design drawings, pondering how to restore the mage tower she had rented for five hundred years, a flash of light suddenly appeared before her eyes, and a raven wreathed in arcane light appeared on the bricks in front of Imira.

The raven was carrying a letter in its beak, which made the Holy Light Archmage blink.

"Huh, a magical pet?"

Imira reached out and took the letter with surprise. She opened it and found that it was an "admission notice".

"Nassaras Magic Academy? Inviting me to enroll in this session of the 'Arcane Way Training Course'? And this is a specialized course only open to high-level spellcasters? Wow, look at your self-introduction, it just sounds like a scam."

The student who was at the bottom of the class scratched her head.

She felt that her name was familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but why was she being given an admission notice?

No matter how bad I am, my cultivation more than 20,000 years ago already made me a near-demigod spellcaster. Even in Azeroth, I could easily defeat a bunch of experts. How can this magic academy be so confident?

After repeatedly looking at the admission notice, which didn't seem like a scam, Imira was suddenly reminded of her unfinished studies more than 20,000 years ago.

Although he had already made a name for himself in the Star Sea, even ranking among the top 200 on the Burning Legion's bounty list, and was an "officially certified" Star Sea powerhouse, failing to obtain a graduation degree from the Arcane Academy was indeed a lifelong regret.

Thinking about this, Imira became eager to try and started rubbing her hands together.

If Natharas Academy truly is the most prestigious magical academy in Azeroth, then simply going there and getting a diploma would make up for it. With my vast experience in spellcasting, obtaining a diploma would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?
it is good!
Then let me, a master of the Holy Light Legion, test the mettle of you spellcasters of Azeroth!
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"Damn it! This is terrible! How can there be a black dragon here?!"

The little star is in trouble.

As she flew swiftly across the Scorching Canyon towards Stormwind Kingdom, she was spotted by a hateful black dragon. Fortunately, Little Star was of noble birth and had a very powerful grandfather, so she had many valuable items on her. She immediately discovered the cunning black dragon's attempt to ambush her.

Although she dodged the deadly Shadowflame, the vicious black dragon kept chasing after her, which made Little Star a little panicked.

Because of their deep-seated hatred for the Black Dragonflight, the Blue Dragonflight has been particularly enthusiastic about hunting Black Dragons all over the world for the past ten thousand years. On average, at least six out of ten Black Dragons that are killed are killed by the Blue Dragonflight, which makes the Black Dragons' revenge against the Blue Dragonflight especially fierce.

Once the two sides meet, it's basically a fight to the death.

The corrupted black dragons have no morals to speak of. They are keen on raiding the outposts of the Blue Dragonflight, especially young dragons like Little Star, who are their favorite adversaries.

Therefore, the Spellweavers had long ago established a rule that the Blue Dragonflight's young dragons were theoretically not allowed to leave Northrend alone, precisely because they feared encountering the situation described above.

"Ow"

The fledgling dragon perched on Little Star's head roared incessantly, urging the useless Little Star to fly away quickly, for the ferocious black dragon was about to catch up.

"you shut up!"

Enraged, Stellagossa flew through the air cursing:
"It's all your fault for getting so fat! You're making me so slow I can't fly! No way! I can't dodge like this. Let's find a place to ambush it. I still have the dragon whistle Grandpa left me. I'll call the tough parents to come and kill it in a bit!"

Yes, the plan was good, and they had the courage, even mastering the secret technique of "calling the parents".

The problem is that we don't have enough combat experience.

She was too panicked to notice that the cunning black dragon was driving her towards the Burning Plains. By the time Little Star realized the problem, it was too late. Just as she crossed the barren, desolate ridge of Blackrock Mountain, another black dragon, which had been lying in ambush ahead, roared and charged out.

The young dragon, having no time to dodge or evade, was slapped on the wing by a claw.

Blue dragons have the most fragile and smallest wings among the five dragons. Of course, as magical dragons, blue dragons use various spells to protect their wings. However, young dragons have too little combat experience and are too busy escaping to think about protecting their wings.

The tear caused Little Star to scream in agony, and then it spun and plummeted into the desolate valley of Black Rock Mountain.

Dragon blood and shattered scales were scattered everywhere. Even as she crashed, she didn't forget to protect the baby dragon she had hatched in her arms before slamming her head against a rock and losing consciousness.

When Little Star awoke again, she found herself imprisoned in the evil cage of the black dragons.

There are quite a few black dragons here.

Several creatures, disguised as humans, were hiding in this remote mountain cave. The black-haired, black-eyed creatures huddled together, whispering and discussing some secret matter.

Stellagoth, her face deathly pale, felt a sharp pain in her wings. She looked around and was shocked to discover that she wasn't the only dragon imprisoned there.

At least seven or eight green dragons are locked up here!
Moreover, compared to themselves, these green dragons were in a terrible state. They were sickly, as if all their strength had been drained away, and their bodies were covered in terrible scars, clearly indicating that they had been tortured by the evil black dragon.

Little Star had overheard Kalecgos and the Spellweaver's conversation and learned that Queen Ysera of the Green Dragonflight had been captured by the orcs and that the Green Dragons had been stripped of their Dream Power. At the time, she thought it was something like a legend, but seeing the Green Dragons' miserable state now, she immediately realized that the reality was much worse than she had imagined.

But what worries Little Star even more is that his baby dragon, Amigosa, has disappeared!
Although he was far from being old enough to lay eggs, Amygoza was a child he had hatched and raised himself. He was still holding it when he fell, and he had no idea where the little guy had gone.

On the bright side, the baby dragon wasn't in this cave, so it must have escaped the black dragon's clutches.

Maybe it can even run to ask for help if it can take the dragon whistle.
Correct!
My own dragon whistle!
Stellagra hurriedly endured the pain and searched for her dragon whistle, a powerful magical item that could summon the battle illusion of "Icebreaker" Cenargos whenever it was blown.

His grandfather was the brother of the weaver!

It is the original dragon that fought alongside the Spellweaver against Galakrond. As long as Deathwing is not here, no black dragon can defeat it.

"What are you looking for, little blue dragon? Is it this?"

Just as Little Star was searching, a gloomy voice rang out in front of her. She looked up and saw a black dragon in human form raising its hand with a cold smile. Her crystal-clear dragon whistle was floating in its hand.

"To possess such a powerful magical item, it seems you're no ordinary girl. Excellent! You blue dragons killed so many of our brothers and sisters, so we'll vent our anger on you!"

The black dragon grinned menacingly and threatened:
"Once His Highness's laboratory is built, you'll be the first one sent in as a test subject!"
The blue dragon's scales are too ugly. I'll replace them with a set of colorful dragon scales for you. Hehe, they'll definitely be beautiful. Of course, the price is that all your intelligence and emotions will be twisted into those of a beast. But don't worry, once you become a madman, you won't feel pain anymore.

Howl!
While the tongue is still there!

"The Weavers will not let you get away with this!"

Little Star, suppressing his fear, cried out, which made the Black Dragon burst into laughter. He said:

"What a child! All you do when you're bullied is call your parents? Malygos has taken too good care of you, making each generation of blue dragons weaker than the last! Ha, a blue dragon as fierce and terrifying as Sindragosa the Frostbinder will probably never appear again."

"Kalaran! What are you doing there?"

The other black dragon roared:

"Instead of talking to the prisoners, hurry up and get down to business. His Highness needs to establish communication with the Greenskin Orcs. It is said that they have seized the city of Blackrock Mountain from the Dark Iron Dwarves. You should go and act as an envoy. His Highness will be here soon."

"Oh."

The black dragon Kararan made a threatening face at Little Star, and was immediately satisfied with seeing her trembling. He turned around, walked out of the cave, glanced at the gloomy sky, cursed the terrible climate of the Burning Plains, and then transformed into a black dragon and flew into the clouds.

The other black dragons were doing their own things in the cave, and Little Star was filled with despair.

But just as her third cowardly tear fell, a sharp scream rang out from outside the cave, followed by a muffled thud as something heavy fell to the ground. The black dragons were startled and rushed out, only to be met with a blinding bolt of lightning and then struck by molten lava like heavenly fire amidst howling winds.

A terrifying polar storm raged against a backdrop of flashing lightning. To Little Star's astonishment, the black dragons that had charged out to fight seemed to be battling a monstrous creature she couldn't see.

Moreover, they are clearly at a disadvantage!

After a grueling ten minutes, Little Star saw a familiar figure stepping into the cave, its feet crunching through the frozen frost.

"Teregosa!"

She cheered with delight, but then looked at her best friend with a strange expression.

The frozen armor that Tyreggosa was wearing was not the typical attire of blue dragons, but her own little dragon, Amygosa, was perched on Tyreggosa's shoulder, waving its claws at her.

The baby dragon looked smug.

Clearly, it ran out and found powerful reinforcements to rescue the weak little star.

"You've trained this fledgling dragon very well, but it's gotten too fat."

Teregosa stepped forward, grasped the black dragon's magical chains, and froze them to pieces with her freezing cold. She then sighed to the little star and said:
"Its poor wings couldn't even support its own weight. When we found it, it was fighting wits with several Orc wolf cubs by the lava, and it was almost eaten by the wolf cubs."

but.
I'm glad you're safe.

“Teresa, you...you are not the same as before.”

The little star looked at Teregosa's face, which was wreathed in magical arcs around her eyes, with some fear, and whispered:

Are you still one of us?

"I am! I am the Blue Dragon, but I am no longer the Guardian of Magic."

Tyreggosa gave a somewhat helpless smile and said:

"Let's not talk about that now. I'll take you and these poor green dragons out of here. We'll go back to Thunder Falls first. That's our temporary dragon nest. We'll need to find a Lightforged to treat you. Look at you, you're badly injured."

"What about those black dragons? Aren't we going to kill them?"

"No, they're kept because they're 'useful'."

(End of this chapter)