Spellcasting Gods

One of the important fragments was kept by the red dragon Vaelastrasz, but was later captured and imprisoned by Nefarian in the upper levels of Blackrock Spire, and the fragment naturally fell into the hands of the black dragon prince.

In other words, whether it's the corrupted Vaelastrasz or the black dragon prince Nefarian, they must both die at the hands of Silomaru, otherwise the timeline will undergo unpredictable changes.

This is no small-scale coup in Nightshade Town!

It relates to the sealing of the Old God C'Thun, the renewed cooperation between the Alliance and the Horde, and even a series of important turning points that followed.

It can be said that before Doom Lord Kazzak reopens the Dark Portal, no event in all of Azeroth can compare to the upcoming Second War of the Shifting Sands.

Although Chromie is not strictly speaking the rigid bronze dragon type, and usually doesn't mind a slight deviation in the timeline she is protecting, there can be no accidents at such an important time point as the War of the Shifting Sands.

Thinking of this, she raised her staff, which was much taller than herself, and slammed it hard on the deck, roaring through gritted teeth, "Stop pretending! Tell me what you really want to do?"

"As you can see, for the sake of love and justice, I intend to eliminate Nefarian and his cruel and evil experiments, so that the world can become a better place," Zhang Cheng replied, adopting a "good guy" attitude.

"Ha! Love and justice? Are you kidding me? Don't think I don't know that many of Nefarian's current experiments are inspired and based on your technology." Chromie curled his lip in disdain.

"Hahahaha! Alright! I admit I'm not a good person, and I never will be. Also, don't worry about reforging the Scepter of the Shifting Sands. I won't cause serious interference with the timeline, nor will I wreak havoc on Blackrock Spire. I'm simply preparing to forge an artifact using Nefarian's blood and life." Zhang Cheng laughed as he revealed the true purpose of his trip.

Chromie raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Are you sure you want to kill the Black Dragon Prince?!"

“That’s right! He’s going to die sooner or later anyway, so it makes no difference whether he dies at someone else’s hands or at mine. As for the fragments of the Scepter of the Shifting Sands, I’m not interested in them at all. You can take them with you, or you can give them to Hilomar directly.” With that, Zhang Cheng casually handed the other party a bottle of strong rum that he had brought from Booty Bay.

Chromie, still in his dwarf form, took the drink, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. Then he took a deep breath and warned very seriously, "I will monitor your every move throughout the city! Remember, if you overstep any boundaries, I will immediately consider it a threat and take countermeasures."

Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly: "Of course! Do as you please!"

"Then it's settled!"

After receiving the assurance, Chromie visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Despite her fierce demeanor, she was actually quite unsure of herself and didn't believe she could defeat her opponent in a fight.

After all, the time surrounding Zhang Cheng's body is not part of the Azeroth timeline, so the Bronze Dragon's most powerful ability to control and distort time cannot play a real role at all.

Just seconds after Chromie relaxed, the Black Dragon Princess emerged from the lower deck, her eyes wide with astonishment: "A bronze dragon?!"

"Onyxia?! What are you doing here!" Chromie seemed to realize something, and couldn't help but shudder, frantically scratching her hair. "Oh—no, no, no, you're a complete lunatic."

"Relax! Our princess has already completed her historical mission; the rest is optional," Zhang Cheng defended himself.

However, Chromie clearly disagreed, waving her little fists in protest: "No! That's not right! She should have died at Varian Wrynn's hands! Only then can the Stormwind kings be reunited!"

“But that doesn’t matter, does it? In fact, killing either of Varian’s two split personalities in front of him would have a similar effect. As for Prince Anduin who was kidnapped, I’ve already sent him to Theramore and handed him over to Jaina.”

At this point, a meaningful glint appeared in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

As his knowledge and power grew, he was no longer content to be an invisible passerby, but wanted to participate in it in a limited way.

"No wonder! I was wondering why the timeline kept fluctuating lately, but then immediately returned to calm. So it was you who was behind it!" Chromie's face showed a look of sudden realization.

"Damn it! Can anyone tell me what happened? Why did I die at the hands of Varian Wrynn?" Onyxia, who had been listening for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph! Foolish black dragon! Don't you know your tragic fate?" Chromie sneered mockingly.

Given the terrible catastrophe caused by Deathwing's betrayal, none of the other four dragonflights' guardians would treat his descendants with great favor.

To be precise, the fact that they didn't immediately start fighting to the death is quite a sign of restraint.

"Do you want to die?" Onyxia's eyes suddenly turned into beast-like vertical pupils.

"Ahem! Ladies, please calm down. I don't want to see this poor airship fall from the sky." Seeing that the two female dragons were about to fight, Zhang Cheng quickly coughed to remind them.

Chapter 0611 A Choice

"Humph!"

The dwarf-like Chromie proudly raised his chin, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

Onyxia, her face grim, suppressed her anger and said in a low voice, "I need an answer! What exactly is this so-called fate? Am I destined to die at the hands of Varian Wrynn?"

"I believe you are well aware that the Bronze Dragons were granted the power to control time by the Titans long, long ago. Therefore, even a young dragon possesses the ability to travel between the past, present, and future. Your future fate is to be killed by Varian Wrynn and to recreate a great human king. Of course, that's not the most tragic part. The most tragic part is that not long after you and your brother die, Deathwing will resurrect you once more, giving you Nefarian consciousness, while you are merely used as a mindless puppet and cannon fodder..."

Zhang Cheng made no attempt to hide anything and openly recounted the extremely tragic end of the Black Dragon Princess.

But thinking about it, it's no wonder!

After all, Nefarian is arguably the top expert in biological research, especially in the area of ​​dragon bloodlines, so it's not surprising that Deathwing needs his brilliant mind.

But what about Onyxia?

He is merely a loser who only knows how to scheme and plot, and whose schemes are eventually exposed. In terms of importance, he is not worthy of being compared with the former.

If he were Deathwing, he naturally wouldn't want to waste too much time and energy on such a piece of trash.

"How is this possible! You're lying!!" Onyxia was clearly unable to accept her tragic fate and became quite agitated.

“No! He’s not lying! Although I’m not entirely sure how he foresaw the future, at least on this timeline, you, your brother, and your father all ultimately failed.” Chromie, for reasons unknown, chimed in.

Zhang Cheng gave the other party a meaningful look, shrugged with a smile, and said to the Black Dragon Princess, "Look! In a way, I'm changing your fate and future. Think about it, if it weren't for me, your head might already be chopped off and hanging at the gates of Stormwind. So please don't resist, try to change your way of thinking, maybe we can reach an agreement that benefits both of us."

"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much?" Onyxia forced herself to calm down, her eyes flashing with intense vigilance.

“Me? I come from another world! If you’re willing to sign a contract, I can even take you away from here,” Zhang Cheng explained mysteriously.

"Wait! You can take her away?" Chromie's eyes widened in surprise.

“That’s right! If you’re disappointed with the future of the Bronze Dragonflight, you can sign a contract with me and choose to leave instead of dying with Nozdormu. Although many people say that running away is a cowardly act, being able to escape when you’re desperate isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Zhang Cheng tempted in a low voice.

Upon hearing this news, Chromie was briefly stunned, but quickly shook her head vigorously: "No! No need! I don't need it right now! Thank you very much!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

She ran quickly into the lower cabin, as if she were running away from something.

Watching the adorable, dwarf-like bronze dragon disappear from sight, Zhang Cheng's lips curled slightly, and he muttered to himself with a playful expression, "I smell fear, hesitation, and bewilderment! Believe me, dear Chromie, these things will take root in your heart and grow into towering trees. At that time, I won't need to come looking for you; you will come looking for me on your own."

"You want her?" Onyxia keenly sensed this and narrowed her eyes to probe.

"Why not? I've studied the blood of bronze dragons and discovered that these fascinating creatures have undergone many strange mutations due to their long-term immersion in the timeline. If one day the guardian dragons of Azeroth lose the authority bestowed upon them by the Titans, then these changes will come in handy."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his hand to smooth his wind-blown hair, then looked up and stared intently at the figure at the very top of the Black Stone Tower not far away.

It goes without saying that Nefarian, the black dragon prince, has already discovered him, and at the same time, he has also discovered his sister.

Under the powerful intimidation of the top dragons!

The goblins who were in charge of piloting the airship quickly descended into unprecedented chaos and fear!

They couldn't concentrate at all, screaming and running around like madmen, and two of them even jumped from a height of thousands of meters and were smashed to pieces.

Even a minotaur warrior like Kara Cape couldn't help but tremble, asking in a shaking voice, "Will...will we die?"

“Don’t worry, dear apprentice, you’ll be alright. I’m counting on you to bring the mage’s legacy back to Thunder Bluff, and I look forward to seeing a legion of spellcasters made up of tauren one day,” Zhang Cheng said, patting Kara Cape’s pink mage robes to comfort her.

It has to be said that the combination of pink, which symbolizes girlishness, and the muscular minotaur is not at all incongruous, but rather gives people a "cute" contrast.

Whether Kara Cape would feel a strong sense of shame was beyond his consideration.

According to the principle that apprentices must obey their mentors' orders 100%, even if Zhang Cheng took out a gothic princess dress, this first tauren mage in Azeroth's history would have to wear it.

"You'd better be careful! My brother's dragon breath contains powerful shadow energy; a slight mistake and you'll be burned to ashes," Onyxia suddenly warned.

"I know! But thank you anyway. It seems you've made your choice, haven't you?"

As the last word slipped out!

Using the power of magic, Zhang Cheng soared into the air and flew towards the room on the top floor of the Black Stone Tower.

Two young black dragons attempted to fly over to intercept them, but Nefarian stopped them.

As they drew closer, one could vaguely see a hideous and terrifying scar on the once handsome face of the black dragon prince, and his left eye was now permanently blinded, as if attacked by some monster.

After landing smoothly on the balcony, Zhang Cheng immediately greeted him with a smile, "Good afternoon, Your Highness. It seems you've received the little gift I left behind. How does it feel? Isn't it particularly crazy and volatile?"

“Despicable mortal! You seem to have a lot of nerve! You dare to show your face in front of me again! Guess how I’ll deal with you today?” Nefarian grinned maliciously, clenching his fist.

"Sorry, I don't have time for your guessing games. If you don't mind, could you show me what that Chaos Egg gave birth to? I'm really curious about how it destroyed one of your eyes..."

Chapter 0612 Malos

"Ah! Let me guess, you created something you don't even understand, right?" Nefarian's scar twitched violently, revealing a mocking smile.

“Chaos means anything is possible! It means infinity! No one can truly understand chaos! Neither you nor I can.” Zhang Cheng replied expressionlessly.

He could clearly sense that the Black Dragon Prince's anger was rapidly rising, and he could launch an attack at any moment.

But before that, he still wanted to see what had hatched from the Chaos Egg.

"Hmph! Blaming everything you can't understand or control on gods or demons—typical mortal thinking. But since you've provided an interesting research direction, I've decided to let you see Malos with your own eyes before you die." Nefarian sneered, raising his arm and waving at the only entrance to the lower level behind him.

Squeak squeak squeak...

Accompanied by the sound of gears grinding together, a huge iron gate slowly rose, and a colossal creature, at least ten meters tall, emerged from it.

It has a head as hideous and grotesque as an abyss lord, and a body as bloated as a giant oval, but it has no limbs. Instead, it has countless tentacles, each with a chillingly sharp barb at the end.

It goes without saying that once caught, one's skin will be torn open instantly; the scar on the Black Dragon Prince's face might have been caused by this thing.

In addition, its massive body is covered with a dense array of red, blue, green, yellow, and black scales, which, since there is no fixed order, look like stripes from a distance.

"Oh my god! It's absolutely hideous! I really don't want to admit that I made this thing myself," Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, raising his eyebrows.

Clearly, due to the conflict between two completely different experimental materials—the blood of demons and the body of guardian dragons—and the stimulation of the crater crystals derived from Titan biotechnology, order and chaos finally merged into one, forming chaos. The monster named Malos by the black dragon prince was born from chaos.

It has no reason, not even thought; its mind is filled with a mad desire for destruction and devastation, making it the ideal tool of war.

Of course, the prerequisite is to first find a way to make it distinguish between friend and foe.

“Ugly? No! You pathetic mortal! You have no appreciation skills at all! In my opinion, Malhoth is the most beautiful creature in the world. It not only perfectly combines the abilities of the guardian dragons, but also allows the fel energy of the Burning Legion demons to flow in its veins. If it weren’t so difficult to control, I would definitely use it as a model to continuously create an army capable of conquering the world.” Nefarian spread his arms and revealed his ambition.

Having lost an eye in his very first battle, he knew all too well how terrifying the power of this behemoth was.

In the face of Malos, the so-called numerical advantage is as laughable as a swarm of ants rushing towards a colossus; no matter how many there are, they cannot cause him the slightest harm.

Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly and chuckled, “Conquer the world? What a naive and laughable idea. If you knew Azeroth well enough, you would know that while destroying it might not be too difficult in a strict sense, conquering it is absolutely impossible. This planet has long possessed its own consciousness. Besides, I have already witnessed the monsters hatched from Chaos. It’s time to use your blood and life to forge a weapon that truly belongs to me.”

"Arrogant! Malhoth! Kill him for me!" Nefarian sneered as he raised the hammer in his hand, Locamir Ilomansis, which radiated powerful magical energy, and unleashed a staggering beam of shadow energy.

"roar!!!!!!!!!"

The enormous monster immediately opened its blood-red maw and let out a low roar, then began chasing the shadow energy like a shot.

"Wow! It seems you've figured out some ways to control it. But unfortunately, these little tricks won't work on me." Zhang Cheng directly erected a shadow energy protective barrier, using his powerful psychic abilities to quickly invade the monster's violent and chaotic brain.