Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 482, Section 21: The family relationships within your Black Dragon clan are truly terrifying.
In that darkness that swallowed up reality.

The Black Raven King slew yet another monster that had tried to ambush him. He stepped back a few paces and stood back-to-back with the Sun King beside him. Kutalos Ravencrest whispered:
“You shouldn’t have come back. It’s bad enough that a king died today, and today is your son’s wedding! I can’t even imagine how hell it will be for him to spend every wedding anniversary and his father’s death anniversary together in the long years to come.”

It would be strange if this couple didn't have relationship problems.

"It's too late for me to regret it now."

The Sun King was panting.

He was already very weak, but he still leaned on his Queldra, trying to resist the whispers and chaotic temptations that were "drilling" into his mind.

At some point, he looked up and said:

"I think I just sensed Elisande nearby?"

"It's not an illusion, she's right there."

The Black Crow King scoffed and said:
"She's waiting for us to beg her for help, then she'll offer us a terrible deal. This disaster in Silvermoon City isn't a bad thing for her; this dark place can't hold a spellcaster like her."

Am i right?
Archmage Elisande.

"Ha, if you're willing to join me in fighting Azshara."

"No need."

The Black Crow King interrupted the voice in the darkness, saying:

"I have already betrayed the Queen once; let me retain some honor."

"So, will you kill us, give us a quick death or at least some dignity? It's better to die by your hand than to be devoured by N'Zoth's minions and have our souls wander in the shadows of the void."

The Sun King also asked a question, albeit with a hint of sarcasm.

A moment later, Elisande's fading voice echoed faintly:

"I did not kill you with my own hands; I simply chose to stand by and watch without saving you! Without you, the Kaldorei and Quel'dorei will fall apart, and how will those bewildered elves resist my attempts to win them over?"

I will forge the unity you desire; I will become the true Elf Queen!

“Look, she doesn’t really understand why we’re staying here.”

King Black Crow glanced at the wound on his abdomen and said to the other king behind him:

"In the past, we were always unable to have peace because there were too many self-righteous, arrogant, and incompetent fools like her."

Anastarian did not answer; even the sound of breathing faded into the darkness.

This made the Black Crow King sigh.

He surveyed his surroundings in the darkness, where the animated shadows began to throb again, as if unwilling to give up and wanting to harass him once more.

Curtalos Ravencrest raised his sword, patted the shoulder of the king behind him who was leaning on his sword, refusing to fall, and said:

"You've only gone ahead to scout the way for me; I'll follow shortly. Ah, let's hope we're the last to die, if the elves still have a chance to embrace tomorrow."

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"Look, there it is! The largest of all the Twilight Dragons, it seems to be the leader. Other Twilight Dragons would be quickly dealt with when they encountered the King Beast, but this guy could only last a few moves before his wings were bitten off by the ferocious King Beast."

Its twilight breath was completely ineffective against the King Beast's heavy armor, so it fled the battlefield.

I chased it all the way here.

The little star peeked out from behind the clouds, peering at the coast below, where a giant twilight dragon was curled up in the shadows, seemingly resting.

The world's fastest blue dragon said to Onyxia, who had just arrived beside it:
"I knew I was no match for it, so I didn't want to alert it."

"You did a great job, Little Star, you're the best scout I've ever seen!"

Onyxia carefully examined the coastline below. Although the other party had changed drastically, and even his aura had become obscure and irritable due to the twilight, the black dragon princess still recognized him at a glance as her brother.

Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince.

Of course, it's definitely not called that now.

Nefarian, the Twilight Dragon, is wounded. As Little Star said, half of his wing was bitten off by the King Beast, and he is currently in the shadows calling upon the Void to heal his body.

This guy is quite cautious.

The elite dragonborn who broke through the battlefield were summoned to protect it, forming a fairly dense formation.

Although these dragonborn were insignificant to Onyxia, she wasn't at full strength either. Before the Overlords and the belated blue dragons arrived, she and her Lightforged Dragons were responsible for the air defenses on Silvermoon City.

"I need to summon the Dragonsir of the Blackscale Camp to help me deal with these Dragonborn and prevent them from interfering with the battle."

Onyxia, hiding in the clouds, said to the little stars:

"This is none of your business. Stay away from here! I reckon I'll need to activate 'hidden mode' to defeat it. In that mode, I'm indiscriminate. Make sure the Dragonsir and the others withdraw from the battlefield at the right time to avoid friendly fire."

"Uh, actually I also have a 'hidden state'."

Little Star felt looked down upon, so she timidly offered a defense.

But then he glanced down at the terrifying Twilight Dragons and, recalling how they had destroyed a district in Silvermoon City with their Twilight Breath, decided it was better for him to stick to his role as a "messenger and scout."

While waiting for the dragons to transfer over, Little Star used her silver-gray claws to brush against her scales, which were getting hot from flying at high speed. She whispered to Onyxia:
"Talegra said that your five-colored dragon team needs your approval to join new members, right? Well, I think I should also find a strong team for myself so that I can conquer the world in the future."

"You? You can't do it."

Onyxia was busy devising tactics when she heard Little Star's question and immediately shook her head.

This decisive refusal annoyed Little Star, and Stellagos yelled:
Why can't I do it?

"Shut up! You reckless young dragon, don't disturb them!"

Onyxia raised her claw and covered Little Star's mouth, warning:

"The Twilight Dragon can freely change phases. Once you alert it, you can forget about executing this bastard here. The reason we're not letting you join is to protect you!"

The intensity of the combat missions that the five of us usually undertake is beyond your imagination. Our opponents are at least demigods, and since joining the Lightforged, my sisters and I have executed more than six demigods on various fronts.

What about you?

What impressive achievements do you have to share?

"Oh no, I knocked over the Thunder-Eating Dragon, Lessages!"

Little Star straightened up in the clouds, proudly striking a pose only Dragonite could do—the "dragon hands on hips" pose—flapping its magnificent, speed-specialized wings, and said to Onyxia:
"The entire Blue Dragonflight knows about this! If I hadn't been fast enough, Lady Aegwynn and the Watchers wouldn't have been able to catch the Thunder Dragon trying to escape. That guy can ride the storm to accelerate himself."

But clearly, no matter how fast she accelerated, she couldn't escape my 'Powerful Starry Sky Collision'!

"is it?"

Onyxia looked at Little Star with suspicion.

The time when Little Star knocked over Lysages during the battle on the island happened right after Onyxia fell.

She instinctively felt that this strange baby dragon was not very reliable, but Teregosa kept trying to win over Little Star, saying that Little Star had the best luck in the world. So, does the concept of "luck" really exist in the real world?

"Alright, if you're really willing to join, that's fine, but there'll always be a trial or something."

Onyxia said in a playful tone:
"Just like the 'society' of female mages in Dalaran, which always has strange initiation rituals, after this matter is over, I will have a good discussion with my sisters. We cannot accept weak people joining us."

This is not mockery or arrogance, but rather taking responsibility for the lives of the vulnerable!

"Oh, there are trials too?"

The little star, feeling guilty, suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She was, after all, just a young dragon, not yet an adult. Although brave and active, she was always somewhat afraid of battle. Just as Little Star was struggling with her thoughts, the dragons of the Blackscale Camp had already formed a high-speed assault formation and approached the area from high above.

The way the Dragonshills flew in formation was quite interesting.

Often, the largest, strongest-winged, and most skilled dragon-riding flying masters lead the way, while the other dragons line up to "eat the wake" and accelerate as a whole.

High-speed flight in such a dense formation obviously requires extremely high coordination and skill, and probably only the Dragonsir, who are trained as "weapons of war," have such a wonderful training program.

They can quickly enter the battlefield when in high-speed breakthrough flight mode, and are extremely powerful against both air and enemy targets.

"Only five squads of Dragonsil warriors?"

Onyxia stared at Zacaris, who was falling from the sky into the clouds, and said, as she spewed intense heat from her nostrils:
"There are hundreds of dragonborn guarding Nefarian below, almost ten times the number. Although the Vigilant praises your combat prowess and teamwork, is this disparity really acceptable?"

“We are the ‘Dragon Hunters,’ the mighty Lightforged Dragons.”

Zakares gripped a halberd specifically for use by Dragonsil, rubbing its long, blood-grooved blade with its claws. It surveyed the Lordaeron dragonborn below with a cold gaze and casually remarked:
“If I didn’t want to disturb your ‘family affairs,’ I would volunteer to hunt this Twilight Dragon! We hunted avatars more than 20,000 years ago, so I don’t think this Twilight Dragon is more dangerous than Lysages.”

Our father molded us into the form of 'dragon hunters,' so you don't need to worry about our destructive power when facing dragon-like creatures. To be honest, these vile Void Dragonborn disgust me.
They mimic the appearance of us, Longsil, yet they wantonly use the vile power of the void to create disasters for mortals!
Although I have no particular affection for those elves, the dragonborn are tarnishing the reputation of Dragonshire; this is a provocation, and without a doubt, I would be happy to hunt down these lower creatures for you.

"But I always feel that you're not being sincere."

Onyxia stretched her body, preparing for a violent attack. As her spiked wings unfurled, she said:
“Sakares, I always feel like you’re secretly observing me and the other black dragons. You’re looking at us with a scrutinizing gaze, as if you’re evaluating us. Can I ask why?”

And I noticed that you never refer to that person as 'Black Dragon King' or 'Deathwing'.

You've always called it 'Father,' do the other scaled creatures do that too?"

"No, it's only me."

Zacares did not shy away from the question.

It raised its hand from the clouds, instructing the warriors of the Blackscale Camp to change formation and prepare to follow it into the ground to execute those despicable dragonborn.

As the will to fight gradually rose within him, Zakares exhaled a column of scorching air from its nostrils, saying:
"I am different from my brothers and sisters. I am not as strong as them to decisively say goodbye to the past and embrace the future. I still cherish those years from 20,000 years ago."

Fathers shape us, fathers teach us, fathers train us.

Our father gave us life, strength, and purpose.

On the night that Lysages led the Wastelanders to attack the island, we delivered a satisfactory answer to our father. Despite being outnumbered tenfold, we crushed the crazed Wastelanders and even prevented Lysages from flying in the storm.

When dawn arrives
I will never forget that day!
I saw the corpses of proto-dragons covering the mountains and plains, and the primitive life forms that joined the Wilderness Worshippers—you now call them 'trolls'.

In short, that was my first battle in life, and also the first great victory for the Dragonshills.

We had expected to receive praise and reward from our father.

but no.

What we awaited was Malygos's release of time stasis, and my father was standing right next to the Blue Dragon Aspect. I will never forget the look in his eyes as he looked at us—regret, helplessness, pain, and a hint of unease and guilt.

All that's left is struggle.

Zacares shook his head and said:

"At that time I couldn't understand it, until I learned from you what happened afterward, I realized that on the night we won, Father fell into darkness for the first time."

We won, but it seems we lost again.

These things are too complicated for me to think about. I just feel that Dragonshill is still Neltharion's child, and we share the same 'father' as you.

So in the future, when you follow the Vigilant to reclaim your father's fallen life, please allow me to accompany you.

If I cannot save it, then at least I can say goodbye to it.

The other scale chiefs knew this, but they chose to remain silent. Until their father's influence on them dissipated, Longsil had no 'freedom' to speak of!

“You are very emotional and sensitive, which is completely different from your fierce fighting style.”

Onyxia said:

“But I want to tell you that the father will not die; the Watcher has other plans for his fate.”

"Oh?"

Zacares' eyes lit up, and it flapped its wings, saying:

"That's wonderful. Cough cough, what I mean is, it seems this 'ill-fated relationship' will need more time to dissipate and be severed, what a pity."

"You don't mean what you say!"

Princess Black Dragon made a comment, then flapped her wings and, after a burst of speed, flew down toward the coast below.

She folded her wings in mid-air, transforming herself into a spiked meteor, her target Nefarian, the Twilight Dragon, who lay recuperating in the shadows.

The dragonborn reacted quickly, with some spellcasters unleashing dragonfire into the sky, but it was no match for Onyxia, who had already gained momentum.

Under her cover, five squads of Dragonsil warriors also flew down in a high-altitude breakthrough. Zakares accelerated by spinning three times in the air, and when he reached his speed limit, he threw the "Dragon Slayer Spear" in his hand.

The prototype of this thing is said to come from an elemental giant called "Jardin" from the Dragon Islands. Those guys are the real ancient dragon slayers. Before they rose to power as dragons, Jardin was the enemy of all the dragons.

The dragon-slaying spears they use are specially crafted for slaying dragons; their sharp, barbed blades are enough to cause excruciating pain to any dragon that penetrates its body.

The dragon-slaying spear, wreathed in dragonfire, fell and pierced a dragonborn sorcerer, pinning him to the ground. It then unleashed a burst of dragonfire, repelling the surrounding dragonborn.

But instead of charging down directly, Zakares used its momentum to flap its wings, and as it approached the ground, it suddenly turned and created a "path of flames" with a deep breath of dragonfire, setting all the dragonborn along the path ablaze.

Even though these human dragonborn were endowed with the power of shadowflames, they were not much stronger than mortals when facing the true dragonshill.

"Black Scale Camp!"

Zakares landed in front of his dragon-slaying spear, ignoring the burning dragonfire, grabbed the black spear, and casually flung it away, sending the burning dragonborn warlock flying.

It roared loudly:

"Follow me to defeat the enemy! Purify these void dregs!"

"For the glory of the dragon."

The dragonsir of the Blackscale Camp roared in response, charging into a flock of sheep like tigers, launching a brutal annihilation raid against a dragonborn warrior force ten times their size.

Beside them, Onyxia swung her spiked dragon claws and slammed them onto Nefarian's head.

She had originally planned to exchange a few words with her "brother," but once the battle began, she discovered that Nefarian had lost his ability to "speak." Faced with Onyxia's attacks, he only knew how to respond with his beastly fighting instincts.

This is what that bastard Xaratas calls "help".

All that remains here is Nefarian's body, infused with the void and filled with a frenzied, destructive will; the true "Nefarian" has vanished without a trace.

Perhaps the Black Dragon Prince's cunning and treacherous soul was extracted and used elsewhere.

In reality, Onyxia and Nefarian's relationship wasn't particularly good. Even though they were both children of Deathwing and Sinestro, expecting a happy family among black dragons was simply a joke.

Onyxia was bullied a lot by her older brother during her childhood.

Nefarian was always eager to show off his superiority to his father, and Onyxia became the best contrast.

She had even grown accustomed to living in the shadow of her father and brother, yet this hostile relationship had transformed into a complex sadness at this moment.

If he hadn't met Saint Diakum and hadn't joined the Lightforged Chapter, perhaps Nefarian's fate would have been his own.

Will Deathwing be angry because Xal'atath treated his son this way?

Most likely not.

It will only celebrate the birth of the Twilight Dragons and will only try to transform as many black dragons as possible into more powerful Twilight Dragons, as evidenced by the fates of Hiram and Narris.

In Deathwing's eyes, there was no difference between his own bloodline and his servants.

In its eyes, everything can be used, everything can be sacrificed, all for its ideal of "Twilight Trial," which it may not even be able to explain itself.

Both he and Zacares should face reality.

Neltharion is long dead
Deathwing is now nothing more than a dark shell that refuses to decay!
Even if one truly wishes to bring it honor and salvation, it can only be to give it a dignified rest. Just as one must give the void monster that has taken over the body of "brother" a peaceful rest.

This is no longer just a simple matter of winning or losing.

"Ow!!!"

The enraged dragon roared, accompanied by the Nergigante's brutal and savage claw strikes, as it grabbed the Twilight Dragon's head and slammed it against the coastal rock wall. The dragon tried to resist but Onyxia tore open its corroded neck with a single claw.

The filthy dragon blood sprayed out, yet it only made Onyxia's light shine brighter.

She completely suppressed the Twilight Dragon, without even using "Hidden State," seemingly because the outburst of her emotions had elevated Onyxia's combat prowess to a new level.

The brutal and terrifying fighting posture made the little star hiding in the clouds shrink its neck in fright.

She sensed that Onyxia was truly angry, and the perceptive little star could also perceive that the black dragon princess's outburst of claws as she slashed and tore at the twilight dragon was not just an expression of rage; it seemed that something had shattered at that moment.

The scaly dragon-blooded creature, Sakares, relentlessly slaughtered the humans of the Northern Frontier, and it seemed that something within it was shattered amidst this merciless carnage.

I can't understand them myself, and I'm completely unable to empathize with them.

Perhaps it's because I'm still too young to understand what they're fighting for. Sigh, the adult world is ultimately too complicated.

(End of this chapter)