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Nomiron frowned when he heard this, "Sir, the tomb has been closed for many years..."

Judging from what this said, I am afraid that the leader of the Tyr's guardian was like most of the Flesh and Bloody Vicukus, the loyal guardian of Tyr, and he did not want anyone to disturb Tyr's rest again.

This was nothing special. Angma said nothing, but just shook his head and said, "Normillon, have the Tomb of Tyre been attacked before?"

Nomilon replied: "Yes. Just a week ago, General Krasis led the Shadow minions here to try to break the protection of the tomb. The Tyr Guard suffered heavy casualties, and in the end, the high-level guardian Lai came to help us resolve the crisis."

What he was talking about was the war that happened not long ago. Before the corrupt army came out in full swing, Yugesaron sent his powerful general to resurrect Zachaz who was sealed in the tomb of Tyr. Unfortunately, because the high-level guardian Lail was too timely, he failed to succeed.

"Then do you think that Yugesaron's corrupt army will do the same thing again when passing by?" Angma asked again.

"I understand," Nomiron's face showed a sudden look and nodded deeply. "I will go and call the Tyr Guards and open the tomb."

After saying that, he and Hengyi walked down the mountain and disappeared into the increasingly dense forest.

The tomb of Tyr in ancient times was well protected. After three days of investigation, Angma really had no way to enter directly without destroying the integrity of the tomb. He had to rely on the power of the Tyr Guard.

The only thing that is thankful is that the Tyr Guards have mastered the method of entering and leaving the tomb. Otherwise, it would be difficult to deal with. They would have to wait until they find the location of Odaman and personally ask the tomb builders Azadas and Ayronnaya. By then, the daylily will be cold.

After the two left, Nefarian, who had been listening quietly, spoke and asked: "What do you mean is that Yugesaron... or Loken, will he plot against the Tomb of Tyr again? So you want to consolidate the defense of the Tomb of Tyr?"

Angma looked at the black dragon beside him with a strange look and asked back: "Zakaz is one of the most powerful faceless people in the world. In terms of combat ability alone, he can even compete with a guardian like Tyr who is particularly good at melee combat. With the pressure of the army, the Five-Colored Dragon Clan was restrained by the Burning Legion, and most other dragon members went to search for the location of Audman. It was difficult to gather together to launch a decisive battle, occupy the Tomb of Tyr, which was without danger, and then resurrected Zakaz who was sealed inside... Isn't this an obvious thing? This is the consensus to protect the Dragon Council, otherwise how could I send me here and handle the matter here properly?"

"Uh..." Nefarian was speechless for a moment, and then moved awkwardly, "Prophet, you know...my status is not allowed to participate in or learn about the decision-making content of the Dragon Council."

Angma walked down the mountain and asked as she walked, "Didn't the guardian of the earth tell you?"

Nefarian stepped up and said, "No. My father has some recently..."

"Somewhat weird?" Angma asked without looking back.

Nefarian nodded frankly, "Father has been a long time - if expressed in the time unit of mortals, he has not said anything to me for hundreds of stars. Every day, he always locks himself in the depths of his nest, and even my mother is difficult to see him. In this war, he just gives orders, and then we do what we should do. Apart from that, we know nothing about other things, and we can't ask any reason..."

Speaking of this, the eldest son of the Guardian of the Earth could not help but sigh deeply, "We all know that he was worried about the ancient gods. After Yugesaron and Cthun got rid of prison one after another, the world was being corrupted little by little. As the Guardian of the Earth, he was particularly sensitive to the sufferings that this land was suffering. So we can also understand that he was getting lower and lower."

Angma continued, "Aren't you worried that your father's mind will be affected?"

"Impact?" Nefarian's walking posture was awkward, because Angma was so small and his speed was too slow. For a giant like the Black Dragon Prince, if you want to walk side by side with him, you have to deliberately slow down. "Of course there will be. But he will get better. He is the toughest of the five guardian dragons. After this war, Yugesaron's wings will inevitably be cut off. The high-level guardian Lai has also returned. Maybe we can recover Odur, rescue all the corrupted guardians, and then counterattack the Anqira Fortress... When all the ancient gods are reintroduced to prison, my father will definitely improve."

Nefarian's tone was very firm, and it was obvious that he trusted his father very much.

That's right, because of its deep connection with the earth, Nesario is suffering from the corruption influence of the ancient gods. Not only the other guardian dragons, but even all members of the Five-Colored Dragon Clan knew about this. They were helpless, but they still trusted Nasario 100% and believed in him being able to isolate the influence of darkness. There is no other reason, because he is the guardian of the earth, the most solemn, heavy, loyal to his duties, and the most powerful among the five guardian dragons.

Angma said nothing, but he was shaking his head in his heart... You were all wrong. The guardian of the earth you trust had long become a slave to the ancient god. This war not only did not make him better, but would be an opportunity for him to completely tear off his mask of disguise and break with his former sacred mission.

"Prophet..." Nefarian suddenly called Angma.

"Um?"

"Do you want to just walk over?"

"What else? The fallen king of wisdom, Loken, is only a hundred kilometers away. I don't want to use teleportation spells here. If he is disturbed, I will naturally not be able to do so, but you can't say anything about the Black Dragon Prince." Angma replied.

Nefarian thought for a while, a hint of humiliation flashed across his face, and his resolute expression when he was relieved and made up his mind. He immediately suggested: "Or... come to me, let's fly over. Go over early, and finish the matter over there early. I can't wait to go to the north to participate in the war."

For the proud Five-Colored Dragon Clan, when did he become someone else's mount? This is a great shame. But thinking that Angma was a prophet who was on par with the guardian dragon and the guardian, and was really anxious, the eldest son of the Black Dragon King still lowered his body, and did not look at Angma beside him, and repeatedly urged him to climb up and set off as soon as possible.

"Okay." Angma looked as usual, but he was laughing secretly in his heart. Because he felt that when he clutched the horny bulge at the base of the other person's wings climbed up with the force, the other person's body trembled significantly.

After he sat firmly, Nefarian immediately spread his wings and flew towards the tomb of Tyr in the northwest.

Looking at the endless vast forest, swiftly passing back. Feeling the oncoming wind, Angma's mind drifted to the distance.

Speaking of which, he has not ridden a dragon. When he went to the Dragon Mile Temple that day, he was riding on Alextasa. He was a guardian dragon and the incarnation of Azeroth's great love...

Aware of the inappropriate thought in his heart, Angma couldn't help but smile.

As a time traveler, in fact, he respects the world extremely much. He respects the heroes who practice glory with their lives, and respects the efforts of each race to continue. Once upon a time, when he was an unknown little figure in Quel'thalas, he never thought that one day he would grow to such a level...

"In fact, I hope to enter the Tomb of Tyr not just to consolidate the defense of the tomb." Angma suddenly said.

"What else?" Nefarian's thick voice mixed in the strong wind and rolled from the front.

"'Silver Hand Warhammer'." Angma replied.

"Tyr's weapon? Is that weapon in the tomb?"

The Five-Colored Dragon Clan did not know about this. They only knew that Tir was dead. Azadas and Ayronnaya built a resting place for him before continuing to move south, and sealed Zakaz in, but they knew nothing about the specific details. They didn't know that in order to suppress Zakaz's recovery, Tir's silver arm and his supreme artifact "Silver Hand Warhammer" were also sealed inside.

"Yes," Angma said loudly, "that is a supreme artifact of order. This time it will surely help us fight against Loken's corrupt army."

"Yes..." Nefalian sighed, "When darkness comes, there are always no such artifacts. Unfortunately, the focus rainbow of the Blue Dragon clan must unleash the demon net in the demon pivot, otherwise it can play a significant role in the battle... I don't know when my father will cast the dragon soul."

"It's soon, the Black Dragon Prince, it's soon..." Angma said.

The Silver Hand Warhammer, the purpose of Angma's trip. Of course, just borrow it, and it still has to be put back after the war is over. After all, ten thousand years later, the young self will come here to find this magical tool.

As his strength soared and his horizons expanded, Angma became more and more able to recognize the differences between artifacts. The artifacts collected by mortals in later generations and given to the best in their professions were actually very different.

To be fair, there are many overestimated artifacts, and there are also many artifacts that are actually extremely powerful, but are not declared as unremarkable because mortals cannot play their role. The best of them is undoubtedly the "Silver Hand Warhammer" officially handed over to the Paladins.

In the war against the Dark Empire, Tyr made great achievements with the help of this war hammer. This war hammer originally contained an extremely powerful force of order. After Tyr's death, he was still willing to help the mindful light people punish evil and promote good and fight against evil, so he was held by the Paladin with lofty beliefs.

But in the hands of the Paladin, it is just used to increase the sacred spells, which is too overused.

This is not the characteristic of this artifact at all. According to Angma's guess, perhaps most of the reasons for its ability to increase the sacred spells lies in the self-will of this artifact. As long as the holder does the right thing, the Silver Hand Warhammer will help. It just so happens that the order and the Holy Light Realm belong to the positive origin field, which is not as completely opposite as the Holy Light and Shadow, order and chaos. At that time, at Azeroth, it was the general trend to fight against the invasion of darkness. The three positive origin forces all had common goals, so there was no conflict.

But then again, mortals are destined to be unable to access the highest level of the realm of order. Who can perfectly exert the efficacy of this artifact? It would be great to use it to amplify the sacred spells.

He was looking forward to whether the Silver Hand Warhammer could exert its power in his heyday, wipe out all corruption and punish darkness?

As we flew, a peak located in the northwest of the Tirisfalinland was vaguely visible, and it was the location of the Tomb of Tir.

Angma's thoughts suddenly flew back a few years ago. At that time, he had just returned from the tomb of Tyr, but encountered an unexpected battle outside the tomb...

The future self comes riding a black dragon, and a bronze dragon and a blue dragon accompany him. With the power of thunder, he killed all the eternal dragons that intend to tamper with history and then left.

Also riding a black dragon...

Very powerful...

The scene is very similar to that now.

But Angma understands that it is just a like.

Because he remembered it very clearly that the black dragon that dripped dragon blood on his collarbone and burned an unavoidable scar on it. Although his appearance was somewhat similar to Nefarian under his crotch, he was a little smaller and his figure softer, as if he was a female black dragon.

Angma couldn't help but smile.

In the past three years, he had already figured it out that the black dragon that was extremely resentful of him was probably Nefarian's sister, Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess. Because before returning to ancient times, when the other party revealed her true body in his nest, Angma remembered her appearance deeply in her mind.

He saw it very clearly. From the horns to the body shape, Onyxia was all the same as the black dragon that was controlled by the future self, and resented himself very much at that time. So it was no wonder that when she saw the scar burned by dragon blood on her collarbone, she was incredible, because it was her blood, but she couldn't figure out when she dripped the blood on a mortal.

Anyway...

After returning to the main timeline, Onyxia also has to deal with it.

"By the way, do you have a sister named Onyxia?" Angma suddenly asked at this thought.

"Well... you know a lot," Nefarian replied in surprise, "It is true that she is my youngest sister. She was just born a few years ago. My father liked her very much. Not only was she the healthiest among the nest of dragons, but she also greatly inherited her father's bloodline. In terms of the purity of the bloodline, she could even compare to me, the eldest son. Almost not long after, my father gave her the name "Oniqsia". However, she was very naughty. She only ate and slept all day long, and when she woke up, she would fight with other dragons. Even some young dragons were not her opponents. Some time ago, she even sneaked out of the nest and took her friends to the habitat of the green dragon, which gave my mother a headache. The prophet wants to see her? It's better not to be a good idea. I can guarantee that when she sees you, she will burn your robe with a mouthful of dragon breath."

Angma laughed silently. He thought that since Nefarians were all 100,000 years old, Onyxia, who was as famous as him, should be similar, but it turned out that it was just a new generation of black dragons born in ancient times.

However... According to Nefarian's statement, Onyxia was the offspring of Nesario after being corrupted, and she thought she was even more corrupted. Not only that, the inherited bloodline was also very pure, and it was not surprising that she could come from behind and catch up with a large group of brothers and sisters, and had the strength comparable to the oldest brother.

It's a pity to say that the brother and sister have all become servants of the ancient gods. Angma really feels a pity. Not to mention the distance, just talk about the nearest. Regardless of whether Onyxia's depravity is something that will inevitably happen, Nefarian at this time is a real five-good young man!

With a lot of thoughts, one man and one dragon had already arrived at this peak, and Nefarian slowly landed. On the surface, there were already a group of new demons and flesh-and-blooded Vekku people in strange costumes waiting here.
Chapter completed!