Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 464, Part 3. These days, jobs are hard to find. Even the lousy profession of "Void Herald" requires competition for a position.
The two black dragons that entered the forbidden island soon encountered trouble.

When they found themselves surrounded, the black dragons did not choose to resist. Instead, the two of them obediently gave a military salute that represents "no threat" in any universe or world.

They looked at the "dragon people" who were surrounding them, wielding dragon weapons, with surprise.

These creatures are quite different from Deathwing's other grotesque and insane creations.

The eyes of the Dragonsir gleamed with wisdom, and they showed no signs of being corrupted by the void.

Their well-proportioned bodies, elegant dragon wings, and even the armor adorned with personal touches all demonstrate the great care Neltharion put into creating them. The black dragons even sensed that these little dragonkin possessed many of the characteristics of the five-colored dragons.

They possess the vitality of a red dragon and can wield healing dragonfire, while having the scales and claws of a black dragon and the ability to manipulate the earth and rocks.

Their spellcasting abilities are quite outstanding, clearly inherited from the blue dragons, and they use this talent to manipulate the green dragons' dream binding and a series of healing spells.

The most outrageous thing is that these dragons in front of us can actually control the time reversal and time acceleration of the bronze dragons.

This is very scary.

Although the five dragon powers possessed by the Dragonsir are "weakened," their abilities and talents are so comprehensive that the former Black Dragon King meticulously crafted such exaggerated talents for them and even balanced them to ensure that these powerful abilities would not conflict with each other within the little dragons and affect their combat power.

To be honest, the creations before them made both black dragons feel "jealous".

They didn't have such power when they were young dragons, and these dragon sils have great potential. Although it is not yet clear how they will reproduce, even if they hatch eggs like dragons, the "small size" of the dragon sils means that they will mature much faster than dragons, which take hundreds of years to mature.

This means that Ronhill's future holds almost limitless possibilities.

"We come in the name of Neltharion, the Black Dragonflight King!"

Hiram, the black dragon disguised as a human male, held aloft the emblem of Deathwing as he faced the encirclement of the Dragonscale warriors of Dragonsil. He spoke loudly in dragon language:

"Your creator has sensed the reality of the island and has sent us to take you back! Dragonhills, your master awaits you."

"Yes, the Black Dragon King praised you in an exaggerated tone as the most perfect creation and children of his life."

The female black dragon "Naris" also spoke in a gentler tone:

"It hopes to see the wanderers return to the Black Dragon's family. I know you have just awakened and are still confused about this unfamiliar place. You were sealed for more than 20,000 years, during which time many things happened."

We can talk about it on the way back to the eastern continent.

The Dragonsir ignored their invitations, remaining completely unresponsive as they carried out their missions, their eyes fixed on the ground, ready to launch a devastating attack at any moment.

This represents the innate warrior code of Longsil.

They were shaped like an army, and even though they had never actually participated in any major wars, their war skills were quite exaggerated.

It is the duty of the leader to communicate with those who know nothing!
The Dragonhills will not take any further action until the Scale Chief gives the order.

Meanwhile, the scale chief of the Black Scale Camp, Sakares, looked at the black dragons before him with a wary gaze. The illusions of these two were meaningless to him; he could clearly sense the corrosive aura emanating from the black dragons, which made him very uncomfortable.

Then, Zacares sternly questioned:
"What's with the void power on you?"

The two black dragons exchanged a glance. Naris, who was more eloquent, decided to use deception to take the dragons back to Lordaeron first, and leave the rest to Deathwing.

Actually, it didn't have to be this complicated.

After Neltharion created the wyverns, he possessed a Titan artifact called the Oathbinder that could fully control them, but it was shattered more than 20,000 years ago during a battle in which the wyverns transformed into giant dragons and attacked the island.

Therefore, there is currently no force in the world that can restrain this group of dragons with great potential, forcing the black dragons to use language as a weapon to entice them.

However, just as she was about to explain, a streak of light burst forth from the sky, causing the black dragon and the dragons to look up in unison. They saw a cluster of "light spike meteorites" whistling as they fell from the sky.

With a loud bang, the thing crashed onto the desolate platform between the two groups.

Amidst the earth-shaking collapse of the dilapidated building, Onyxia, the Queen of Lightforged, emerged from the crater, her aggressive, spiked wings outstretched.

Her Nergigante appearance was so powerful and impactful that the Dragonshills all turned their weapons toward this even more dangerous-looking creature.

The main reason is that they don't have much memory of a similar dragon form. If you have to say, this thing looks more like some kind of evolution of the proto-dragon than a form that the guardian dragon would choose.

And the proto-dragon
That was an enemy that was pre-existing in Long Xier's mind even before he was born!
But if the dragons were merely on guard, then the two black dragons were nearly scared to death when they saw Onyxia appear.

They even trembled as they backed away.

This is because, ever since Onyxia began Lightforged, any black dragon that falls into her hands is forcibly Lightforged into a Lightforged dragon just like herself.

Even if Onyxia believed this was a good deed, the only way to cure the Void Poison, to the sane black dragons, wasn't this just replacing the Void Curse with the Curse of the Light?

It is said that the black dragons forged by light will lose their original minds, and their will and thoughts will be reshaped into a blank sheet of paper, so as to better bid farewell to the past.

This was even more painful for the black dragons than killing them.

"Look at you two trembling like that, you cowardly fools, you're a disgrace to the Black Dragon Legion! You should know your shame!"

Get out of here and stay put!
"If you dare run, I'll break your legs in a minute!"

Onyxia flapped her wings to revert to her human form, stretched her arms, and roared arrogantly at the two black dragons, completely disregarding them.

Her gaze remained fixed on these dragons.

Because Deathwing had never publicly revealed the existence of Dragonscythe, this was Onyxia's first time seeing these dragonkin. They were not corrupted by the void, which pleased the black dragon princess.

With a hint of nostalgia, she said to Zacares:
"You are Father's creations, and you are also an extension of the Black Dragon Legion. Alas, after Father's fall, there are no pure black dragons left in this world. I have always wanted to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion but could not find any starting point. But your appearance is an exception."
No, this is a blessing from fate.

Perhaps you can inherit the Black Dragon Legion's responsibilities and obligations to this world.

Call your compatriots out!
I'll take you to see the Supreme Star Soul; she'll be very happy.

"We refuse!"

Zacares waved his claws and shouted:

"That is not our mission! Fighting, defeating and suppressing the dragons that have transformed into human form is our duty. Assisting the dragon legion in achieving victory is the only reason for Dragonhill's existence."

We have never heard of the Supreme Star Soul, nor do we intend to pay homage to her.

But you
You refer to Neltharion as 'father'?
Are you its daughter?

Why are you in this posture? What did that light do to you?

"The Holy Light twisted her!"

Black Dragon Naris screamed:

"The Holy Light brainwashed her into a fanatical cultist. Look at how she treats us! She wants to capture all the black dragons and send them to the Lightforged Temple to be turned into monsters like her!"

Ask her!
"Longshir's scales are long; ask her what she plans to do to your father!"

Zakares's gaze shifted slightly; it looked at Onyxia with an inquiring expression. The black dragon princess bared her teeth and said:

"Deathwing must fall so that the other black dragons can be free, but the Holy Light has other plans for Neltharion's fate. Perhaps in the future, he too will be cleansed of the void's corruption by the Holy Light, just like us."

It will be reborn by bathing in light, just like me.

Longsil, you don't know how the Black Dragonflight fell into corruption, so don't believe the Black Dragonflight's one-sided story. Didn't you say your mission was to serve and protect the Dragonflight?

Exactly!

The blue dragons are on their way.

You may not believe me, but you will believe the Blue Dragon, right?
I heard that Malygos will also be coming.

Have you heard of its name?

“Of course, the Spellweaver! We’ve heard of it; it was the one that cast the spell that kept us asleep until now.”

Sakares nodded, then waved its paw and shouted to the Blackscale Camp warriors:

"Capture those two corrupt black dragons! We'll decide their fate once the Blue Dragonflight arrives."

"Boiled!"

The two black dragons immediately became anxious.

If they fell into Onyxia's hands, they could survive thanks to the Lightforged, but if they fell into the hands of the vengeful blue dragon, it would be a miracle if either of them ended up with a whole corpse.

Seeing the dragons closing in, the black dragon immediately tore off its illusion and spewed shadow flames forward in preparation for escape.

The warriors of the Blackscale Camp crossed their dragon wings in the face of the dragonfire, letting the scorching flames pound on their bodies. Their black dragon scales granted them terrifying damage reduction abilities. Although the Shadowflame ignored their defenses and took effect, the Black Dragon's attacks were rendered ineffective by the Dragonshill spellcaster's summoning of dream enhancement.

Two black dragons soared into the sky, but before they could even reach the clouds, a squad of Dragonsil warriors hidden in the clouds roared and crashed down upon them.

They skillfully wielded the "Dragon Taming Technique," increasing their speed to several times the speed of sound in a very short time before launching a precise and brutal attack on the base of the black dragons' wings.

These dragons are intimately familiar with the weaknesses of dragons, making them natural-born "dragon hunters."

Considering that Neltharion created them to fight against dragons, "Dragon Hunters" can be considered a racial label for Dragonshill. In simpler terms, these little dragons have the attribute of "special attack against dragons".

The two black dragons were as if struck by a meteorite, screaming as they were slammed from the sky onto the ground of the island.

Zakares's spell was complete. With a roar from the scales, the rocks where the black dragon had fallen crumbled and transformed into fists of rock, striking repeatedly and altering the terrain to temporarily imprison the dragon on the ground. The little dragonmen of the Black Scale Camp flapped their wings and soared into the sky, flying over in an "air raid." The three of them continuously unleashed "Deep Breath" in waves, igniting the ground with scorching dragonfire, causing the two black dragons to howl in agony.

Onyxia's eyes widened at the terrifying combat power and their innate unity in hunting.

Father!
What kind of monsters did you create 20,000 years ago?

How powerful must the dragons and the wasteland worshippers have been back then forcing you to build such an army to deal with them?

"I'll help too."

Onyxia stretched her arms, ready to join the battle, but was blocked by Zacharys wielding his dragon staff. The bronze-skinned, scaly man hissed:

"Your suspicion hasn't been cleared yet! Stay here quietly. This island is Longhir's home, and we have the ability to handle any trouble if you intend to become our 'trouble' as well."

"whispering sound."

The threat made the Black Dragon Princess snort in annoyance, but since she was now a "partner of justice," she did not take any strong action.

In addition, Onyxia knew that the Vigilant and Aegwynn were active on the island. She didn't know what they were up to, but her cooperation might be able to buy them some time.

She took out a communication crystal modified from Arkenite crystal, activated it, and asked the other end:

"Talegra, how much longer will the blue dragons take?"

"They have already set off, but since they came from the Nexus, it will take them a while. The Spellweaver is leading the team himself. He said there should also be a blue dragon guard on the island, led by Lord Rabisagos, guarding the 'Seal'."

Teregosa replied:
"I've come over with Eldragosa and Little Star to talk to that blue dragon guard. They're in Froststone Vault. The Dragonshills had better not harm them, or things will get complicated later."

"Are there blue dragons on the island?"

Onyxia looked at Zacares, who nodded and pointed to the other side of the mountains.

it says:

“That old blue dragon is very unfriendly. It’s guarding the Froststone Vault, but we have to go in! The seal there cannot be broken, and a weakened blue dragon obviously can’t protect it.”

"seal?"

Princess Black Dragon paused for a moment, then pressed for an answer:
"What seal?"

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"The seal that suppresses the 'Thunder-Devouring Dragon' Lysages is just ahead."

In the shadows of Froststone Vault, Diakum and Aegwynn, riding the Kahr Wanderer, leaped across shadow after shadow, approaching the sealed land silently without alerting the Darkclaw dragons, Hill, who were besieging the old blue dragon Rabizagoth.

Aegwynn sat behind the strange fish that could conceal all traces of her presence, observing the dragon sirs, and whispered:
"These dragons are really fierce. They drove the blue dragon guards, led by an adult blue dragon, back in defeat. It's hard to believe that they had only been awakened from a seal of more than 20,000 years for less than a week."

It seems that Neltharion, before he went mad, knew exactly how to create the 'perfect creature,' but after becoming Deathwing, his creations became increasingly insane.

I heard from Khadgar that he felt a 'mind-burning' power within the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and while tracking it, he only saw some strange dragon shadows moving through the void rifts.

He believed it to be some kind of creature far more terrifying than a black dragon.

"Twilight Dragon".

Diakum whispered:
"That's the 'Path of Ascension' forged by Deathwing using the essence of black dragons and the power of the Void. It's a 'mythical creature' that exists in the Void. Just from the name, you can tell that they wield dangerous and mysterious twilight energy and are symbols of chaos and destruction."

Titan energy flowed into the Proto-Dragon's body, forming the Guardian Dragons, and the power of the Void can also transform them into equally powerful forms. I can only say that the Proto-Dragon's characteristics are quite strange.

Like elves, they can be infused with external energy and thus evolve into different forms.
and many more!

There's movement ahead. It's the vibration of the void.
not good!

Those two black dragons outside are 'bait'.

Deathwing sent other things too!

Diakum grabbed the reins of the Kah Wanderer, causing the strange fish to flap its tentacles, which had transformed into a fish tail, and perform a long-distance shadow leap.

By the time it emerged from the shadows, Diakum and Aegwynn had already entered the depths of the Froststone Vault's seal.

Before them lay a massive void rift, within which a colossal figure roared, appearing and disappearing. Lightning and storms echoed within the rift, symbolizing the discontent and rage of a powerful life that had been sealed away for over 20,000 years.

The Thunder-Devouring Dragon has been awakened, and she is breaking through the seal.

But this is not the point.

The key point is below the void rift, where a mysterious female spellcaster dressed in a black hood is holding a staff adorned with void essence. The staff's head, with its two crescent-shaped prongs, looks like the sharp horns of an insect.

A gentle void energy was emanating from the staff, opening a path for the rift before them.

"You're late. I've been waiting for you here for three days. I thought you were going to miss our 'date'."

As Diakum dismounted from the saddle of the Kah Wanderer, the mysterious sorceress who was breaking the seal on the Thunder-Eating Dragon laughed. Her words contained no hatred or other emotion, but merely a friendly greeting:
“This is a sacred place, Dick, my fellow countryman. Do you know the origin of this void rift before us?”

"of course."

Diakum summoned Ashbringer, causing golden cherubs to surround himself and Aegwynn, and he proclaimed:
"This is where Neltharion first actively summoned the power of the Void. This is where the Black Dragon Aspect took his first step on the perilous path to becoming Deathwing. Here, he encountered Lethaljes's ambush, and in order to fight the Thunderlord, Neltharion answered the call of the Void."

This rift was the cage it created when it first harnessed the power of the void, solely to imprison a tyrannical and powerful opponent.

Am i right?
"Xaratas!"

"Of course, you are always so wise, which makes me feel intoxicated and obsessed. It is a pity that the light on you is too bright, my dear, that light makes it impossible for me to get close to you. I can only watch you silently in the darkness."

Xalatas waved her "Song of the Void" staff with a sorrowful tone. As she absorbed the last wisp of pure void, she finally turned to look at Diakum.

Beneath the black hood, shrouded in the dim light of fallen stars, appeared the face of a Rondorei, sculpted from the model of a high elf.

But this is just an illusion!
Diakum could see Xalatas's true form through that beautiful body—an Entropy Demon?

"Why do you not meet me in the form of my fellow human beings, in the form of emptiness?"

Xalatas extended her finger, tracing faint runes in the air as she spoke:
"Is it because you, the 'Void Herald,' are hiding some unspeakable secrets? Dick, I have no intention of fighting you here."

I confess, I am no match for you.

But you should be careful!
You and I both know very well that you're doing something very dangerous. If I catch you doing even the slightest thing wrong, you and your followers are finished!

She floated up.

Those delicate bare feet, surrounded by a dim light, seemed to ascend a black staircase. Amidst the ethereal echoes of the Void Singer's staff, she warned:

"The void may not need your loyalty, but you should be loyal!"

"I am loyal to the void, and my dedication echoes in every tide of the sea of ​​lightless sea."

Diakum replied:
"I submit to my void nature, unlike some wild dogs that run around outside without even knowing who their master is. I'll also give you a word, Xalatas."

Your best allegiance is to the Void itself, not to some powerful ruler who flaunts his power in the name of the Void.

You.
Anser's traitorous son! "

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths!"

Saratas understood Dick's warning, and she said coldly:
"Who exactly is secretly undermining the interests of the Void? Hmph, we'll see. One Pioneer is enough for this world. You're really getting in my way, Diakum, but it doesn't matter."

My anger will eventually be vented by Lysages's 'little sister'.

Today, I'm just saying hello to you, my 'compatriot.' We'll have plenty of time for each other in the future."

"bang"

As Xalatas vanished into the shadow of the void, a massive wing wrapped in lightning tore through the collapsing rift before him like a sharp blade. Against the backdrop of countless bolts of lightning, a colossal beast of lightning, filled with rage and fury, appeared before Diakum.

Thunder-devouring Dragon - Razajes.

One of the four dragon kings who transformed into giant dragons, the primordial destroyer who rides thunder and storms.

She is free.

"insect!"

The behemoth, crackling with lightning, looked down at Diakum and Aegwynn, its massive jaws writhing with electricity, like hungry creatures eyeing two pieces of meat.

she says:

"Don't resist, it won't hurt much."

“It doesn’t sound good if word gets out that the big guy is bullying the small guy, so I’m only responsible for defense. My main concern is that I might lose control of my strength and crush this ‘little guy’.”

Dick took out the heavy shield forged from the Heart of Manonos's Fury and stepped forward, saying to Aegwynn, who was stretching her shoulders:
"The attacking stuff is up to you, the weaker one."

"Are all you big, muscular guys from Holy Light so venomous?"

Ps:

"Thunder-Devouring Dragon - Lysages" is as follows:
(End of this chapter)