Remember [New] in a second! Due to Nefarian's deliberate behavior of the Riddler, Sharlayan and Onyxia were still not sure what he wanted to do, but boldly guessed that his relationship with the direct line of the ancient gods was not very good.

In fact, it was true. Nefarian and Deathwing were not in the same way. They were just coerced by his powerful father and abandoned Wyrmrest Temple. With no way out, they had no choice but to join the ancient gods.

Driven mad by the whispers of the ancient gods, Deathwing treated his children extremely harshly, especially Nefarian, the heir apparent to the Black Dragonflight.

When Onyxia met Sharlayan, she had not committed any crime of wrath, and there was still room for reversal.

His family knew his own affairs, and Nefarian already knew that there was no turning back for him.

Although not out of intention, as the crown prince of the Black Dragonflight, Nefarian did follow Deathwing to do a lot of things that violated his conscience, and his moral lower limit was greatly lowered as a result.

Today, Nefarian has been able to carry out cruel human experiments without psychological burden.

Even though Nefarian has repeatedly emphasized that the study of multi-colored dragons is for the future of the black dragon... and even the future of the entire dragon family, the crimes he committed against those innocent experimental subjects during the research process will never be forgiven.

Nefarian himself is well aware of this, he has never expected to return to the light like his sister who has not done evil, and he thinks he has no qualifications.

But even Nefarian, who is in the dark, has his own bottom line. He will never watch the increasingly crazy Deathwing drag Azeroth to the so-called Dragon Twilight and Twilight Hour.

Nefarian has a clear positioning of his abilities and positions.

In essence, Nefarian is a scholar who is proficient in research, and his powerful combat power is only incidental to obtain experimental materials at will.

After all, the Black Dragon Legion is Deathwing's army, and Nefarian has very few subordinates under his complete control, only a few confidantes.

Since Deathwing couldn't win the control of the Black Dragonflight, Nefarian simply did the opposite.

Using the black dragon as a blueprint, create a brand new dragon species that is completely loyal to itself.

The two-headed colorful dragon Chromaggus is only a semi-finished product, and it is still far away from the colorful dragon that Nefarian believes can truly fully grasp the abilities of the five great dragons.

Just as Nefarian was trying to break through the bottleneck of the chromatic dragon experiment, Deathwing's new order came.

Deathwing, who was far away in the Deep Rock Continent, strongly asked him to give up the colorful dragon, which had not been fruitful for a long time, and instead put his energy and resources into the new twilight dragon research.

Although both are demigod-level black dragons, Nefarian is very aware of the strength gap between himself and that lunatic father.

But at this point in time, Deathwing, who was trapped in Deep Rock Continent and unable to go out, could not control Nefarian for the time being.

On the surface, Nefarian honestly began to invest in the research of the Twilight Dragon, but secretly, he did not intend to give up the original colorful dragon experiment, but would continue to increase investment.

"Um?"

When Nefarian checked Bartos's mental state, he accidentally found a "seed" deep in Bartos' soul.

"This is…"

Nefarian's heart moved, and he was smart enough to make some bold guesses about this soul seed of unknown origin.

"Everyone."

Looking up at the black dragons who were still arguing, Nefarian uttered a sound to stop their meaningless clamor.

"Regardless of whether the person who attacked Bartos came from Wyrmrest Temple or not, at least he was returned intact, proving that the other party did not intend to do anything cruel, and this matter will stop here for the time being."

One of the adult black dragons with a scar on his face asked displeasedly: "That's all? Bartos' loss is for nothing?"

Nefarian looked at this idiot with well-developed limbs and a simple mind expressionlessly: "Otherwise? Do you think that with our current strength, we can fight against the elite of Wyrmrest Temple?"

"If we really have this ability, we won't be chased by the four-color dragon."

"Or, are you going to use your body as a bait to help us lure away the pursuers of Dragon Rest Temple, so as to show your dignity as a black dragon?"

"Well…"

Anyone can say fluffy and beautiful words, but the black dragon present cherishes life very much, and will not easily brag about their own lives.

"huh~"

Nefarian snorted mockingly in his eyes: "That's it, if you don't want to suffer the same serious injuries as Bartos, you should all be honest recently."

"Tsk!"

The black dragons are very dissatisfied with Nefarian's negative attitude, but considering the current situation of the ethnic group, they can actually understand that this is a prudent and pragmatic approach.

But understanding is understanding. The black dragons who followed Deathwing all over the world in the early years are still displeased with Nefarian's lack of aggressiveness.

After sending away the group of cursing and disobedient black dragons, Nefarian's eyes became dark.

"Sure enough, my so-called crown prince is just a display. As long as Deathwing is still alive, I will not be able to gain their sincere allegiance."

Rubbing between his brows helplessly, Nefarian looked a little tired.

"Sure enough, we still need to intensify the research on colorful dragons. Even if we want to resist, we must first have the power of our own lineage."

Putting aside these annoying things first, Nefarian carefully extracted the seed containing some kind of information from Bartos' soul.

"A psychic trick? Interesting."

After solemnly reading the information recorded in the soul, Nefarian showed a meaningful smile on his face.

"Heh~ As expected of Onyxia's favorite person, Sharlayan Deep Shadow? You really know how to make the best use of someone... Anyway, cooperation is beneficial to both, let's do as you wish."

…

When Sunderland completed the delivery task, joined his followers, and began to cross the sea to the Kalimdor continent, Salayan and his party of four had already arrived at Booty Bay.

In principle, this port city established by the Steamwheedle Consortium is open to all races and forces without discrimination.

No matter what camp you are from or what identity you have behind your back, as long as you consciously abide by the rules set by Booty Bay, you can travel freely in this neutral city.

Because of this rule, the composition of people coming and going in Booty Bay is extremely complicated, and many people and forces who are not visible on the stage will come here to discuss business.

Steamwheedle took this opportunity to establish a large-scale black market trade chain. Even the mages of Dalaran and Quel'Thalas would occasionally come to the black market to find treasures to see if they could buy what they wanted. Precious contraband.

Sharlayan had no particular opinion on the black market run by the Steamwheedle Consortium.

Existence is reasonable. Since this black market has been operating prosperously for so many years, it proves that there are indeed many people who need this special shopping channel.

Sharlayan is not a messenger of justice who doesn't rub his eyes, and he doesn't care about these chores that can't be put on the table.

Since the Marquis of Deep Shadow signed an equal trade agreement with the Steamwheedle Consortium, Sharlayan, as the lord, has become a distinguished guest of the Steamwheedle Consortium.

Goblins are like this. Those who can provide them with gold coins are noble people, and those that cannot generate value are waste that is not worthy of attention.

After Sharlayan made a request to Revegarz, the manager of Booty Bay, the behind-the-scenes leader of the Blackwater Pirates responded as quickly as possible.

A diesel-powered speedboat ignored the merchant ships and passenger ships queuing up at the pier, and aggressively cut in line and set sail first.

Some young and ignorant sailors were very dissatisfied with this, and cursed and accused the ship of breaking the rules.

The old fritters next to them hurriedly pressed their mouths: "Don't die! Can't you see the flag on that speedboat?"

"That's the ship of the Blackwater Pirates, the manager of Booty Bay~lightnovelpub.net~ My speedboat has something urgent to do, so what's so strange about joining the team?"

Sharlayan didn't know about the discussions on the pier behind him, nor was he interested in caring.

Rivegarz's private speedboat is very fast, all the way along the coastline of the cape of Stranglethorn Vale, heading north at full speed, and it is estimated that it should be able to arrive at the port of Stormwind City, which is still under reconstruction, before dark.

After relaxing on the boat, the lazy Onyxia asked Sharlayan curiously, "Speaking of which, what exactly are you hiding in Bartos' soul?"

Sharlayan smiled meaningfully: "It's just a short piece of information. If Nefarian really wants to get rid of Deathwing's control, he should readily agree to my request."

Onyxia asked puzzledly, "What request?"

"It's very simple."

Sharlayan stretched his stiff body on the boat: "The black dragon's attack on Blackwing Lair has been put on the agenda, and I asked him to play a role with me in this civil war of the black dragon clan."