Northrend, Dragonblight...

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, the bone-chilling cold wind hit his face. Angmar couldn't help but shiver, but as soon as the essence of the Sunwell circulated in his body, his body became warm again.

Angmar waved away the water vapor that suddenly evaporated around his body and began to look around.

There is a vast expanse between the sky and the earth, and the cold wind is carrying the goose feathers and the heavy snow is dancing wildly. Even with the extraordinary visual ability of the elves, it is difficult to see through the snow curtain in the sky.

Surrounded by vast white snowfields, there is only a wide road paved with unknown stones, extending straight into the distance. This road has existed for unknown years, and is full of traces of time, and it has not been covered by heavy snow.

Cover. Every time a snowflake falls on it, it will quickly disappear.

When the violent wind subsided slightly, revealing a huge tower standing straight on the ground, almost connecting the sky and the earth, Angmar could not help but be deeply shocked.

That……

It is the magnificent Longmian Temple, a Titan building from the ancient times.

Dating back to the years before the Five-Colored Dragon King received his blessing, it stood on the snowy plains at the northernmost tip of the ancient Kalimdor continent.

At that time, there were no five-color dragons in the original Azeroth. Only Yuanlong, a dragon-type race known as the "Ancestral Dragon" by later generations of mortals, existed in the world. They did not have the wisdom and power of the five-color dragons, but Azeroth.

It is a beast among countless natural creatures that have been bred since the beginning of time.

Galakrond is the oldest of the Yuanlongs. He can level a forest with a single flapping of his wings, and level a mountain with a breath of dragon breath.

It was so huge that its daily hunting could not satisfy its food needs, so it began to devour the dead bodies of animals, and even the bodies of its own kind...

Galakrond's body mutated as a result, and necromantic energy began to surge in its body, turning it irreversibly into a terrifying undead that could never satisfy its gluttonous desires. Wherever it passed, the dead resurrected, and the undead

rise.

If left alone, one day all the creatures in the world will become the food of Galakrond, turning into brainless corpses growing on its rugged dragon skin, and the brainless walking corpses that follow suit...

…

The shadow of death will eventually sweep across the earth.

But the Titan Guardians, who had not yet recovered from the exhaustion of creation, were indifferent to this.

Only Guardian Tyr faced the threat Galakrond posed to the world.

He summoned the five smartest and bravest Yuanlongs to defeat Galakrond and eliminate this catastrophe for the world. He also lost an arm because of it. His colleagues forged a weapon made of

An arm made of silver - this is the origin of Tyr, the Silver Hand. Countless years later, in order to protect the truth, when he sacrificed his life in Tirisfal Glades, the Vrykul who followed him were plagued by the curse of flesh and blood.

He has always remembered his bravery and kindness, even after he became a mortal. Finally, a few years ago, a knighthood composed of selfless paladins was named after the supreme name of "Silver Hand"...

After the battle, Tyr felt the sense of responsibility of these five dragons and changed his previous mentality. He felt that maybe they were qualified to protect the world together with the Titan Guardians. So he persuaded a group of colleagues to use his own actions to protect the world.

The circulation carrier gives them the blessings from the Titans of the Pantheon...

The five Yuanlongs received blessings under this high tower and transformed from beasts to what they are today. Together with their respective tribes, they also received blessings and became the most beautiful creatures in the world.

This is the origin of the five-color dragon clan.

From then on, the five-color dragon tribe regarded the tower that witnessed this glorious deed as a holy place, and began to call it the "Dragon Sleeping Temple", and lived around it in the snowfield. Every dragon will return when its life span is approaching.

Around the temple, he quietly waited for his death.

As a result, as time passed and stars changed, this snowfield gradually became the sacred cemetery of the five-color dragon tribe, and outsiders called it the "Dragon Bone Wilderness".

"Suddenly..."

Luo Ning stepped out of the portal, shivering like Angmar, stamping his feet, and a barrier from the cold rose up around his body. He rubbed his hands that were frozen in an instant while looking at the person standing safely.

Angmar asked in confusion: "Oh my god, aren't you cold?"

Angmar was still immersed in the shock brought to him by Wyrmrest Temple.

Although he had traveled through it thousands of times in the previous game, the visual impact brought by the dead objects was far less than that of the real world.

He shook his head.

"There is protective magic around Wyrmrest Temple. After the Book of Medivh was stolen, the protective magic has become even more strict. The teleportation destination can only be two kilometers away. Let's go."

Luo Ning said and took the lead to move forward, while Angmar followed suit.

In this way, the two of them slowly moved forward on the Titan Road in the ancient times.

"I really envy you for your unique magical ability at such an age. When I was your age, I was still a reckless boy. I made many mistakes and got into many troubles. If it hadn't been for Crassus.

Paul, maybe I would have been expelled from the mage order in Dalaran by the Kirin Tor..."

Because he was too bored during the journey, Luo Ning started chatting with each other.

"When I was in my twenties, I chatted and laughed with the leader of the powerful night elves, conspired with the 'betrayer' who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years to save the world, and now I go to Wyrmrest Temple to get the help of the legendary dragon," Luo Ning

He smiled and shook his head, "Oh my god, this is such an amazing feat. I'm curious, how did you get to where you are today? In four months, you seem to have undergone some kind of transformation.

All of a sudden, I changed from the ignorant consultant I once was to a big shot that I don’t even know.”

Angmar laughed twice, not knowing how to answer.

Luo Ning came closer to him, "Huh, you are as warm as a big furnace... Can you tell me why the Night Elf Archdruid is so convinced of you? What have you done? Of course... I

But I have no intention of prying into your private affairs. It’s okay if you don’t say it, it’s okay if you don’t say it..."

In this way, the two of them approached Longmian Temple.

The tall tower that connects the sky and the earth has occupied the entire field of vision.

The giant dragon hovers high in the sky, warning of possible attacks from demons and undead.

There are groups of dragon beasts on the ground, patrolling under the leadership of humans, elves, or half-humans and half-elves. Angmar knows that those humanoid creatures are formed by dragons for convenience, not

Real humans and elves.

Judging from the tightness of security, the theft of the Book of Medivh may have really sounded the alarm to the Dragon Clan.

When demons invade, even Wyrmrest Temple is no longer safe.

Angmar suddenly narrowed his eyes. The huge arched entrance on the bottom floor of Dragon Sleeping Temple was in dilapidated condition, and the marks on it were very much caused by a battle not long ago. The ground was also pitted, with scratches and explosion marks everywhere.

Needless to say, it must have been caused by the devil.

Ever since Angmar and Ronin walked out of the portal, more than one gaze followed them until they stopped in the open space in front of the tower.

The two waited for about a minute before a familiar, thin high elf walked over quickly.

Luo Ning bowed respectfully.

While Angmar bowed, he said more respectfully: "Master Crassus."

Krasus looked very bad, his already pale face was bloodless, his breath was a little weak, and his eyes showed deep fatigue, which was obviously caused by unrecovered serious injuries, coupled with recent worries about the invasion of demons.

His eyes stayed on Angmar for a while, and he nodded: "I received your magic message. Come on, I will take you to see the queen."
Chapter completed!