Spellcasting Gods

No one wants to entrust their fate to another person, let alone the proud and rebellious Black Dragon Princess.

Zhang Cheng chuckled and shrugged, teasingly saying, "Slaves? Don't put it so harshly! In my eyes, this is just a special form of cooperation. Besides, do you think you still have a choice? Believe me, if you reject my proposal, you'll be captured by the Bronze Dragonflight and sent to Varian Wrynn to be killed. Stop being so picky if you don't want to die."

"You really would do this?" Onyxia turned around and stared intently at Chromie, who looked like a dwarf loli.

The latter hesitated for a moment, then answered seriously, "In order to protect the correct timeline, yes, you will be sent back to your original fate."

"Damn bronze dragon! Damn timeline! Fine! I agree to your terms! Let's make a pact! As long as we can escape this damned fate!" Onyxia cursed loudly as she reverted to her dragon form, crawling down in an extremely humble posture.

As a black dragon, she was well aware that bronze dragons were a bunch of complete lunatics and madmen.

These guys are ruthless and watch everything with an extremely detached attitude. Neither the terrible War of the Ancients nor the horrific massacre in Stratholme can arouse even the slightest emotional fluctuation in them.

Furthermore, due to their long-term travel through timelines, many bronze dragons exhibit varying degrees of schizophrenia symptoms.

Therefore, the Black Dragon Princess preferred to become a slave to an ambitious human mage rather than fall into the hands of these madmen.

“Very good! It seems you’ve made the right choice. My dear Chromie, is it alright for me to take her away?” Zhang Cheng seemed to already see the scene of his legion of dragons covering the sky as he looked up at the white-haired dwarf loli not far away.

“Okay! Onyxia is no longer an indispensable part of the timeline. But you must guarantee that she will never appear in Azeroth again after she leaves, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen.” Chromie's green eyes gleamed with an unusual light, a mixture of fear and excitement, as if anticipating something.

Through his psychic abilities, Zhang Cheng discerned the surface-level thoughts of the other woman's mind. He smiled meaningfully, stepped forward to the Black Dragon Princess, placed his right hand on her enormous head, and softly chanted: "Your blood is my blood, my soul is connected to your soul, we are one, inseparable. In the name of life and death, I hereby declare an eternal covenant. Onyxia, tell me, do you agree?"

moment!

An indescribable power surged into the Black Dragon Princess's body!

She trembled slightly involuntarily, and immediately replied without hesitation, "I do!"

As the last word slipped out!

A hollowed-out circular golden rune suddenly appeared on Onyxia's forehead, and disappeared in less than a second.

But she knew that her soul had been firmly locked by some powerful force, and she could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

At the same time, the same mark appeared on Zhang Cheng's palm.

Without a doubt, the Dragon Alliance has been signed, and from now on he can summon the Black Dragon Princess to his side anywhere to mate with Kuro Kerba and create a massive dragon army.

However, this is contingent on the newborn hybrid dragons growing as fast as their fathers; otherwise, it could take hundreds of years for this legion to take shape...

Chapter 0615 Changing Fate

From that fleeting golden mark, Chromie sensed a magnificent and immense power, encompassing a series of supreme forces that only the Titans were qualified to control, including order, creation, life, time, space, and the soul.

To confirm her suspicions, she suddenly appeared in a flash, leaned closer, and whispered tentatively, "Are you serving a Titan?"

“Titan?” Zhang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head slightly. “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure who I’m serving either, but she does call herself the creator and the first consciousness to awaken on the entire planet. She should be similar to the Titan you’re talking about.”

“I see…” A thoughtful expression appeared on Chromie’s face, as if he understood something.

But just a few seconds later, she couldn't wait to ask again, "Where are you going next? What are you going to do?"

"Heh, believe me, you don't want to know." Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and gazed south towards the cursed land, a green light, symbolizing evil energy, flashing in his pupils.

Obviously!

His next stop is Outland, the homeland of the orcs—Draenor.

However, there is an insurmountable obstacle to getting here: the Dark Portal, which stands in the middle of the Cursed Lands.

Currently, only two people in all of Azeroth are capable of reopening the closed Dark Portal.

One of them is Medivh, the last guardian, and the other is Kazzak, the Doom Lord, the wielder of the artifact Dragon King Blade and the most loyal follower of the Dark Titan Sargeras.

"You're not planning to sabotage my timeline again, are you?" Chromie's eyes widened warily upon hearing this.

"Hahahaha! No! How could that be! I promise, this time it won't cause the slightest disruption to the timeline. In fact, I'm about to leave Azeroth." Zhang Cheng laughed and spread his hands to appear innocent.

He wouldn't tell them that before the Second War of the Shifting Sands even began, he planned to tear a small opening in the Dark Portal, teleport there to seek cooperation with Illidan Stormrage, the King of Outland, and perhaps even get a few drops of water from the Well of Eternity.

"You swear?" Chromie was clearly not very convinced.

If it were someone else, the Bronze Dragon could use its innate power to detect problems in advance from changes in the timeline. But Zhang Cheng, this outsider, is different. His past and future are not on the timeline of Azeroth. Once he causes irreparable damage, it means that it can only be repaired little by little, and cannot be corrected at the root.

"Of course! I swear!" Zhang Cheng gave his assurance, feigning seriousness.

Regardless, there are still many things in Azeroth that he desires. Unless absolutely necessary, he will not easily disrupt the "history" he knows, much less make an enemy of a powerful force like the Bronze Dragonflight that spans countless timelines.

"Very well! I'll believe you this time! Please remember your promise!"

Chromie grabbed the red fragment of the Scepter of Quicksand and soared into the air, transforming into a massive bronze dragon. It streaked across the sky in a golden light before vanishing without a trace.

Gazing at the lingering temporal distortion in the air, Zhang Cheng smiled and murmured to himself, "Goodbye, dear Chromie. I hope that next time we meet, you will make the same choice as Onyxia..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He turned around and jumped onto the airship, kicked the still-dazed goblin, and shouted, "Idiot! Wake up! Turn around immediately! Our next target is the Cursed Lands."

"The...cursed land?" The goblin jumped up, shaking his head frantically. "No! I absolutely won't go there! That damned place is nothing but demons! My cousin once tried to go there to get something valuable, but he never came back."

“Um… Your Excellency, I also think that going to the Cursed Lands is not a wise choice. I once heard a passing orc scout in Booty Bay say that there is a powerful demon lord deep within the Rotting Scars, and anyone who tries to get close will be torn to shreds without mercy.” Kara Cape echoed.

"Shut up! I know the situation in the Cursed Lands better than any of you. Don't worry, you don't need to enter the core area. I will personally speak with the Doom Lord Kazzak." Zhang Cheng didn't waste any words and directly used his psychic abilities to invade the goblin captain's mind, forcing him to obey his will.

Soon, the entire airship turned around and headed southeast.

Onyxia, who had long since reverted to her human form, stood on the deck and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "I've changed my destiny, haven't I?"

“Yes! You have changed your destiny. From now on, we are in the same boat.” Zhang Cheng gave an affirmative answer with a smile.

"Hmph! Don't put it so nicely! I know very well that you only see me as a breeding machine. But it doesn't matter, a breeding machine is at least better than cannon fodder. At least I have high value and won't be easily discarded." The Black Dragon Princess lowered her head and stroked her high, protruding belly.

After a long gestation period, she will soon lay a large number of dragon eggs.

It must be said that compared to the dragons of Forgotten Realms, which lay only two or three eggs per litter, the dragons of Azeroth are remarkably prolific.

Leaving aside "heroic mothers" like Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, who can give birth to an entire race by herself, Onyxia alone can lay dozens or even hundreds of eggs at a time, hatching thousands of black dragon hatchlings in just two or three years.

"No, my dear princess, you are far more important than you realize. Do you know? The powerful bloodline of the Black Dragon King flows within you, though most of it remains dormant, and I have ways to awaken it. See Kuro Kerba? When he was born, he was far weaker than you, acting purely on instinct like an animal, completely incapable of complex thought. It was I who made him evolve into what he is today..."

In order to help the Black Dragon Princess regain her confidence, Zhang Cheng deliberately revealed some of the power and technology he possessed.

In fact, if he wanted, he could extract a bit of divinity at any time and inject it into the other person's body, enabling them to undergo evolution and transformation at the level of life.

But before that, Onyxia must make a corresponding contribution.

As the saying goes, the easier something is to obtain, the less it is valued. This has nothing to do with the intrinsic value of the item, but rather a subconscious psychological feedback.

But if something is obtained through hardship, no matter how cheap it may be, it will eventually be firmly imprinted in the depths of one's mind and never be forgotten for a lifetime.

And so, the dilapidated goblin airship wobbled across the scorching Burning Plains, and within a few days it entered a crimson cursed land...

Chapter 0616 Doomsday Lord Kazzak

The Rotting Scar is located in the southwestern part of the Blasted Lands, less than two days' journey from the Dark Portal.

The air here is thick with a chilling aura of death and filth. Even the once red earth has turned into a desolate, dark gray. Just a little closer and you can feel the power of shadow and fel energy raging. Even the brave Alliance soldiers in Watchtower do not easily approach this place.

the reason is simple!

The Corruption Scar is not just contaminated; it also contains a large amount of the Burning Legion's forces after their failed second invasion of Azeroth.

Once you cross that clearly defined red and gray boundary, you'll immediately discover tens of thousands of dreadlords, doomguards, and hellhounds inside...

Commander of this legion was none other than Kazzak, the most loyal commander under the Dark Titan, and his lieutenant Krull.

Of course, compared to the hot-tempered Abyss Lord and the treacherous Dreadlord, the Doom Lord, who once followed the Titans, is undoubtedly very calm and has an excellent strategic and tactical mind. He would never rush into a fight to the death with the enemy in a moment of irrationality.

In fact, after five years of silence, Kazzak had been patiently waiting for Kil'jaeden's instructions while secretly collecting fragments of the artifact—the Dragon King's Blade.

Just a few weeks ago, the infamous "Deceitful One" suddenly issued a strange order: to reopen the Dark Portal, unite all the demonic forces in Draenor, and launch an attack on Illidan, the traitor who had seized control of the Black Temple.

You should know that the last order he received was to allow this demon hunter and a large number of his men to go to Outland.

Despite his doubts, the Doom Lord, who valued order and obedience, decided to follow Kil'jaeden's instructions and begin searching for items with powerful magical abilities in preparation for opening the Dark Portal to Outland.

However, this is obviously not easy, especially given that demons are universally hated throughout Azeroth.

In fact, in just a few days, nearly a third of the ten spies sent out had died.

After all, his Nathrezim were not powerful dreadlords like Tichondrius. They could be wiped out even by a small squad of elite patrol soldiers, so there was no better way than to wait patiently.

Just as Kazzak stood up, intending to drag his massive body to inspect the area around the Rotting Scar, a huge fireball of fel energy suddenly streaked across the sky and slammed into the ground not far away.

boom!

With a deafening roar and tremor, two hellhounds that couldn't dodge in time were smashed into mincemeat on the spot, and many doomsday guards were burned by the flying flames.

A warlock with violet skin slowly rose from the terrifying fel flames.

“Marosa?!” Kazak recognized the person immediately after just one glance.

“That’s right! It’s me! The mighty Doom Lord!” The Eredar warlock placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly in respect.

Clearly, the visitor was none other than Zhang Cheng, who had been completely transformed into a demon.

It must be said that, as a spellcasting genius on Argus and Kil'jaeden's nominal apprentice, Malhosar was quite famous in the Burning Legion, especially among spellcasters, where no more than twenty people held a higher position than him.

"Weren't you missing? Why are you suddenly here?" Kazzak asked, gently flapping his enormous wings.

With a smile, Zhang Cheng calmly explained, "Missing? No, I just spent some time retrieving what was rightfully mine."

As he spoke, he took the Draenei skull out of his pocket.

"I see……"

Kazak glanced at the soul imprisoned within the skull, a knowing glint in his eyes.

In fact, due to the prophet Velen's "betrayal," many Eredar demons in the Burning Legion developed an indescribable hatred and hostility, as if their once-complete souls had been torn apart alive, even commanders like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, who were second only to him.

Given the chance to kill their former "comrades" with their own hands, no Eredar will easily let them go, especially their closest relatives, friends, and lovers.

To the high-ranking demons of the Burning Legion, these are hardly secrets, and the cunning dreadlords will use them to achieve their ulterior motives.

Having figured this out, the Doom Lord then asked, "So tell me, Marossa, are you ready to serve the Legion again?"

“Of course! It is my honor to serve the great legion. That’s exactly why I’m here today.” Zhang Cheng bowed again.

By peering into the souls of the Eredar warlocks, he had almost figured out the hierarchy within the Burning Legion.

Simply put, this most powerful armed force in the Azeroth universe has a rather chaotic internal organizational structure. Usually, whoever has the biggest fist has the highest status, and infighting and sabotage among the forces are commonplace.

Although Eredar sometimes receive special treatment, they must remain humble in the face of powerful demon lords who stand at the pinnacle of power.