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What happens in those shadows is unknown, but they often determine the tone of the world.

The king of magic, Marigos, was never a weak dragon. When he followed the Titan Guardian Tyr to attack the zombie ancestral dragon, the powerful Galakron, he bit off Tyre in Galakron. At the moment when the arm of the attacker was almost destroyed, Marigos used magic to transform a huge stone, throwing it into Galakron’s throat with endless courage, and choking the monster that was enough to devour the world. dead.

Marigos is good at using wisdom to solve problems he faces, but wisdom is not always omnipotent.

In the ancient battle of 10,000 years ago, it witnessed the mad death wings killing all the blue dragon compatriots who followed it on the battlefield with the dragon soul, which left Marigos with the most terrible The trauma in the heart made it take thousands of years for this powerful weaver to recover from that terrible encounter.

And now, just as it was unable to solve the threat of the wings of death at that time with the wisdom, it is also unable to solve the terrion. Dawnblade holding the dragon soul in front of it with wisdom.

"Leave it down!"

Marigos took a slight step back in the icy light refracted by the golden disc. Its ice-blue snake pupil shone with strong hatred and endless killing intentions, and its left paw was focused in front of his eyes. On the rainbow, it shouted towards Terion who stood beside the little star:

"Take it away! I warned you for the last time!"

Seeing the focused rainbow in Marigos's hands begin to shine with the magic light of blue, the face of Nozdom the Eternal changed slightly, and Ysera exclaimed:

"Don't stimulate it! Tyrion...Once the magic of the focused rainbow explodes, don't want to survive all the creatures here and even all civilizations of Azeroth! You can't withstand the eruption of magic!"

In the face of the threat from Marigos, the Lord Lord behaved casually. He took the dragon's soul from Little Star and threw it up and down. His eyes stared at him with a strong threat. The weaver, he said softly:

"Of course, I am well aware of the threat that the Rainbow of Focus poses to this world, and of course I am also very clear about what choice Marigotos will make."

"Detonate it, Marigos! As long as you and your heirs are in the explosion range, I'm not there, it doesn't really matter... do you understand? What if you kill my body? I've already I don’t need a body to guarantee my existence...I’m more looking forward to seeing you than your empty threats, you personally detonate the magical powers given to you by the Titan Guardians, throw away your mission, and from within The magnificent scene that tears the whole Azeroth and completely bury the world!

Tyrion's voice became deeper and deeper, like a crazy man looking forward to the coming of destruction:

"And before this world is madly buried for you, you will see for yourself that the last blood of the Blue Dragon Legion was killed by your own hands. Of course you can push this responsibility on me. You can tell yourself that I killed it. They...just as you tell yourself, the death of your fellow countrymen 10,000 years ago was due to the madness of the death wings, not because of your weakness and incompetence!"

"You have deceived yourself once like this, I think it's not a problem to deceive yourself a second time, right?"

Tyrion’s sarcasm made Marigos’ dragon claws more tightly focused on the rainbow of focus, and the wild sparks of magic sparks let every living creature feel a strong suffocation. Perhaps the next moment, the weaver’s inner heart That string will be completely broken, maybe the next moment, the whole world will be completely broken here.

But the irony of the High Lord is not over yet...

He is like a villain who understands people's hearts, constantly using language as a weapon, stabbing the most painful wound in the old Blue Dragon's heart in front of his eyes, and pulling the wound that healed again once again, tearing blood.

"I'm curious, Marigos, did you threaten him like this when the Wings of Death slaughtered your compatriots 10,000 years ago? Did you tell him that if he kept stopping, you would Detonate the Rainbow of Focus, and die with him?"

Tyrion’s ice-blue eyes sparkled with unabashed sarcasm:

"I think, probably not?"

"So, who are you showing this ridiculous gesture of dedication now? Do you really think that would scare me?"

"Om"

A black-red death light blade appeared in Tyrion's hands. He stood behind the star who was imprisoned by time in a very intimate posture, and pressed the sharp light blade to the star's neck. He looked at Marigos:

"Let me the big devil in the mortal population teach you how to threaten others... If you want me to feel scared, then don’t say these useless things, just do it directly... like this! "

"hiss"

The sharp light blade pulled a blood mark on the snowy white neck of the little star, and the spewing blood made Marigos fasten the claw of the focused rainbow sharply:

"Enough! Let go of her! I am willing to talk to you!"

"Cut, boring..."

The Lord Lord was dissatisfied with his wrist. The light blade shining with cold light suddenly dissipated at this moment, and the red plume fluttered in the air, while Ysera rushed to the little star, using the power of dream The poor little girl healed the scar on her neck.

Tyrian, the lunatic, really cut the star's neck. Of course, for the dragon, this is not a fatal injury.

"Your attention and protection of the bloodline have become your weakness, Marigos, of course, it is precisely because of this weakness, or the characteristic that can be saved, I will come here without pain... and you Talk about these things."

The lord took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingers. He looked at Marigos, and then raised his left hand. The golden disc traversed a trace in the air and smashed in the paw of Marigos. under.

This action made the old blue dragon stunned. It looked up at Tyrion, who said calmly:

"Negotiations need to show sincerity, this is my sincerity... The dragon soul is yours, it is meaningless to stay in my hands, you can hide it, or try to destroy it, I suggest you Using the second method, once the madman of Dragon knows that this thing is in your hands, I am afraid that your devil will be completely removed by its war dragons at midnight today."

"What the **** do you want to do?"

The light of Transfiguration shines on the body of Marigos. After the light dissipates, a brightly dressed staff wearing a blue robe, holding a haunting arcane light curtain, and a neatly groomed white beard The image of the high elf mage appeared in front of Tyrion. The old blue dragon bent down and picked up the dragon's soul. He carefully examined the magic weapon in his hand. After a while, he set his sights on Thailand again. Ryan:

"You lost my checks and balances, are you afraid that I will kill you here?"

"Is it up to you?"

There is a sarcastic smile on the corner of Tyrion’s mouth:

"Do you really think that if I want to exterminate the Blue Dragon Legion, I still need to use the Dragon Soul? Don't look too high on yourself, Marigos, you have been away from the world for too long, this world is changing. The monsters bred will surprise you..."

"Like you?"

Marigos asked coldly, while Tyrion regarded this mocking as a compliment. He nodded and adjusted his swordsman's robe. He whispered:

"Of course, I am the scariest one..."

"Okay, the gossip is over, you have heard my request, weavers, I will not allow you to undermine the coming world reforms, and I will not allow you to intervene in my planning of the world, under my refuge, Dragon and his dragons of war will not come to you for trouble, but the moment the dark pantheon comes to Azeroth, I will stand with you... against the fallen Titan."

Marigos didn't answer immediately. He looked at Nozdormu, the eternal standing on the edge of the platform, and Ysera. In the glare of the two, the weaver was silent for a few minutes, and finally he Nodded and said in a lonely way:

"Okay, I promise."

But at the next moment, Marigos' voice became tougher in vain:

"But if the magic tides cause disastrous consequences, I will intervene immediately... There are too many secrets hidden under this world, the existence of the guardian dragon is to separate these dangerous secrets from this world, This is our mission...the mission engraved in the soul, don't try to let us give it up!"

"whatever."

The Lord Lord waved his hand with some interest. He turned around and walked towards the door of the dead world that opened with a sudden hole. He said without looking back:

"Keep the Rainbow of Focus, the weaver, that will be very useful in the upcoming war."

"It will be a sincere gift to the Burning Legion...I hope they are ready to accept the gift."

"Buzz, buzz"

Nozdormu and Ysera nodded to Marigos. In the dissipation of the golden time aura and the door of dreams, the two dragon kings also disappeared under this magically constructed sky of stars, and After a second, the imprisoned time here began to flow again. In those gestures of pure blood blue dragon dreams waking up, Xiao Xingxing gritted his teeth and touched his white neck. It seemed that there was still A hint of flowing pain.

It was as if it had just been cut open and healed perfectly.

"Cough"

A low cough refocused all the blue dragons' attention again. In front of them, the old and wise eyes of the elven form weaver Marigos shone, and he said in a deep voice:

"The upcoming tide of magic will affect Azeroth. As the Blue Dragon Legion monitoring the magic flow of the world, we can't just sit back and ignore it, so I decided to..."

"By closing the Axis and the base camp of Cordara, all adult blue dragons will be arranged in several observation points around the world to closely monitor the magic flow of the world until the impact of the magic tide on the world is completely dissipated!"

"Carre, you and Teregosa go to the Sunwell node in Quel'Thalas and monitor the abandoned magic points there for signs of being reactivated."

"Hallinn, you take Stella Gosa and the current dragon of Cordala back to the Winter Spring Valley to try to control the active magic node of Maisoril."

"Safiron commanded the Blue Blade Legion and fully took over the defense and monitoring of the Needle of Sharpness. There have recently appeared annoying phantom spirits, drive them away!"

"Arrigos went to the Maelstrom to monitor the deep rock continent and the elemental territories of the present world. Mattigosa went to Mount Hyjal to monitor the fire and the elemental nodes of the present world. Andorgos went to the endless sea to monitor the abyss. Throat and the Elemental Territory Nodes of the World, Isolegus first put down the ancient artifact guardianship work of Azshara and went to the Silithus Desert to monitor the Wall of Sky and the Elemental Territory Nodes of the world!"

A series of specific task assignments came out from the mouth of Marigos, but this is the largest operation of the Blue Dragon Legion in nearly a thousand years. This also represents the importance that the weavers attach to this operation, and received the blue order. The dragons seemed to be high-spirited, but they did not notice a daze in the eyes of the weaver Marigos.

First, the rational wings of death were restored. Nessario sent a messenger, sincerely apologizing and trying to compensate for the 10,000 years of disaster, and then Tyrann’s forced palace with Nozdom and Ysera, in the recent For some time, the weaver has clearly felt the changes that are happening in this world. He hates the wings of death, so he will not join the dark pantheon side, but he also has doubts about Tyrion. Blade of Dawn. .

Marigos felt that it might really be time for him to leave the devil's hub and take a look at the changes under the time. At this irritating moment, he urgently needed to release his pressure.

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During the recent period, the tribal chief Thrall slept very badly every night.

Not because of the political pressure of the tribe, on the contrary, no major incidents have occurred in the tribe, whether internal or external, in recent times. As always, the leaders of the younger generation have been familiar with all the affairs within the tribe, and everything is in order. Runs according to plan without worrying about anything.

But Thrall has been strangely insomnia for nearly 7 days...

The city of Orgrimmar was very quiet in the night. Thrall stood in his pajamas by the window of his room. He looked down at the city built by his fathers. There was a trace of pride in his tired eyes. Reaching for a cup of tea for himself, this is the best tea his sister Taresha brought back from the eastern continent. His long-sleeved and dancing human sister is already the leading big businessman in the tribe.

It is said that Taresa has recently been busy developing business roads from Kalimdor to the New Gilneas Federal District of the Eastern Kingdoms, from where he can travel to Draenor World, the homeland of the orcs, where it has now begun to be opened to businessmen. And Thrall used the power of the chieftain and sent some orcs to find the best agents in the whole world. The final news, Taresa’s husband Tyles, was probably locked into Draenor by the undead. In a certain prison.

That's probably why Taresa wanted to go to Delano.

"Tomorrow I have to take a look at my little nephew."

Thrall was drinking tea, thinking about tomorrow’s actions, and then opened a copy of the elementary book left by Elder Drek'tar, because the noisy sounds in his mind prevented him from falling asleep. Way to pass the time, but just tonight, this ordinary night, at the moment when Thrall began to communicate the elements according to the description of the classics, in his spirit, he saw the extremely active element power like the tide Generally tumbling scenes of the world barrier.

This extremely talented orc shaman just flickered, and in the turbulent picture, I saw the burning fire boundary, the sky wall above the sky, and the endless shock under the deep sea. The throat of the abyss, and the earth element world composed of stones and crystals, the deep rock continent.

The force of the four elements entangled hitting Thrall like a heavy hammer. At the next moment, Thrall's eyes opened sharply, and in the collision of the violent elements in his body, his mouth spewed out a burning sea. Blood.

"what!!!"

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