"You are...Onexia? But I remember you clearly..."

After listening to Onyxia's self-introduction, Nefarian couldn't help but gesture with his hand to see the size of his sister in memory - the kind of young dragon that could be held in his arms - and looked at the tall girl again, with an incredible face.

It has to be said that it is always inconsistent to show people that such expressions are made with the indifferent "Victor Neferios".

Angma interrupted, "When she appears, you will be even more shocked. Nefarian, it has been ten thousand years since you escaped from the Dragon Sleeping Temple."

"Ten thousand years..." Nefarian took a breath, "What happened?"

"Tell him a good talk." Angma glanced at Onyxia and continued to drink water.

"That's how it is..."

In Onyxia's story, Nefarian's expression gradually changed from initial shock to heavy, and in the end he could no longer say a word.

Half an hour later, he looked at his hands toss and murmured to himself: "So... my father and I have completely fallen into depravity?"

Angma threw away the water bag, causing it to turn into a magic light in the air and dissipate. He stood up and said calmly: "You are right. I used the time spell to reverse your mind. Now this hand is covered with blood and the sinful body is actually loaded with your soul ten thousand years ago. But..."

He walked a distance, took out the skull of the Wind-Traveler and put it on the ground, controlled the arcane energy to carve a magic circle, and then said: "This does not mean that you will not 'fall' again. In the original history, you willingly embarked on the road of destruction. I can reverse your mind, but I cannot change your cognition. So I just hope that this time you will not repeat the same mistake."

Nefalian was silent, and then realized that he was still "Victor Nefalios", the incarnation of himself, who was deeply sinful, slightly changed his incarnation magic.

After a while, his beard disappeared, and his height was half high, becoming a young human man who looked about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a burly figure, a rectangular face, a deep face, and a deep eyes, and a heroic temperament.

"No matter what, thank you, prophet..." Nefarian whispered, his eyes somewhat confused, as if he was trying his best to digest the information he just got.

Anyone who is like rebirth, who has dominated the current body by the soul of the past, and has heard from others that everything he has done for this period of time is hard not like him. Nefarian, who was once firm in his position and possesses all the beautiful qualities of the Black Dragon, may endure the feeling of pulling for a long time in the face of the fact of sin that cannot be cleared by the endless sea.

"King of the Flame Demon, please listen to my call, listen to my call!"

At this moment, the tiny whispers echoing on the burning plain suddenly rose a few degrees and then came to an abrupt end. As the whispers ended, the Black Stone Mountain, which was still gushing with lava the previous second, calmed down in an instant.

The breeze blew, and it no longer had any scorching smell.

Time is still at this moment.

The huge dead plain has become quiet.

The next second, a sudden change occurred, and a violent whirlwind blew on the earth. The flame elements in the air were dissociated under the influence of some unknown force, turning into ignition lights, swept by the strong wind and gathered towards the direction of the Black Stone Volcano.

The flames burned the sky, and when you see it, it was a flaming red.

The Black Stone Volcano erupted again, and the lava pool at the bottom of the mountain was boiling and rolling, and long tongues of flames surged out from it, rotating from bottom to top, forming an airtight fire wall, which completely wrapped the mountain!

The fire element was injected into it, and the lava was surging and squirming, gradually taking shape as a fire element creature. From a distance, it seemed like an extremely huge fire element was building a shape around the Black Stone Mountain thousands of meters high!

First, in the chest, the head of later generations, a pair of long horns that looked like crowns were born, and then two pillars of fire surged out from the shoulders, forming arms covered with gorgeous armor, and a huge hammer with a huge burning flame, forming on the right hand.

"It's Ragnaros."

Looking at the huge fire element that was about to appear, Onyxia reminded with a serious expression.

Each of the four elemental lords of Azeroth has the strength that is no less than the guardian dragon and the guardian, and even the absolute power that can be controlled is slightly better. In the orderly war, the guardians led a tide-like army of creation and went through tragic battles to defeat these four elemental lords who were enslaved by the ancient gods.

Nefarian, who was worried, also noticed the abnormal change and couldn't help but look at Onyxia. But when the two looked at Angma, they found that the latter looked as normal, just looking at the direction of Black Rock Mountain, without any reaction.

Nefalian wanted to speak out to remind Angma, but Onyxia stopped him.

"We have to leave here!" Nefalian said anxiously.

In any case, he is the eldest son of Nesario, with extraordinary vision. You can see at a glance that the area where Black Rock Mountain is located is closely linked to the fire source and can almost be regarded as the home court of the fire element.

Here, the flame demon Ragnaros will have more powerful power. Even if Angma has the strength to protect the dragon, he may not be able to get it in front of such a flame demon king.

"Don't worry, you just look at it." Onyxia smiled. She understood her brother's concerns, but Angma was no longer the Angma he knew.

Nefalian noticed something, so he had to put away his worries and wait and see quietly.

"Let the flame purify everything!"

With a roar resounding through the sky, this fire element that was thousands of meters high appeared completely. It was Ragnaros, the King of the Flame Demon!

As the sound spread, a storm of flames rose on the earth, wrapped in the huge power of Mo Rann, raging on the vast land, burning everything in its reach into ashes... Soon, the earth became a Shura Purgatory, with lava flowing and nothing left.

But the place where Angma and the other two stood was not damaged at all.

"Who dares to anger the master of Black Stone Mountain, who is... offending the authority of the King of Flame Demon!" Ragnaros's eyes soon gathered on the three tiny mortal creatures in front of Black Stone Mountain. After seeing Angma's face, the two balls of eyeballs on his face could not help but shrink slightly.

"It's you, killed my most loyal subordinate?"

"It's me." Angma said quietly, moving forward.

Nefarian looked at Angma intently.

He could indeed detect Angma's changes, not only in appearance, but more importantly, he could not see through this prophet who had fought against the corrupt army with him in the Tomb of Tyr and in the Valley of Odaman. But this is an elemental lord, the most peak of Azeroth. Even if he has the power of time to turn decay into magic, it would take some effort to defeat it, right?

In his opinion, perhaps Angma could defeat him, but the process would not be easy. But he did not read the slightest solemnity from Angma's eyes, and the latter's steps were as casual as walking in his backyard.

This confused him a little.

What happened in the past ten thousand years?

Does Angma have any means to restrain Ragnaros, the King of the Fire Demon, so he is so confident?

Or...

He didn't care about this elemental lord at all?

Impossible. This idea just emerged and was denied by Nefarian. How could this actually exist an individual who "does not care about" an elemental lord? He looked at his relaxed sister, then at Angma, who looked as usual, and felt that a good show might be about to be staged.

"You are very powerful, mortal, I can feel that maybe it is stronger than any mortal I know. But... you shouldn't have committed such foolish behavior." Ragnaros looked down at the mortal who was walking towards him, with a look of suspicion in his eyes.

He clearly received the order of the ancient god, betrayed the will of the darkness and inherited the power of the guardian of the earth, Onyxia, and brought a powerful mortal. He immediately authorized Gal and Baron Gadon to lead the army of the heart of the mutated fire to come out in full swing, and cooperate with Nefarian's troops to defeat the powerful invaders.

But then, the fire that belonged to Barons Gal and Gadon in the fire source land was extinguished - extinguished at the same time. This means that someone killed them at the same time. As the Master of Fire, how could Ragnaros not understand the strength of his two capable generals? Even the Elemental Lord could not do this! I'm afraid someone had plotted against them.

Then he felt the vision of Blackstone Mountain, and the message of Exosotus also came at the same time, claiming that Blackstone Mountain had suffered a devastating blow, and the passage between the material plane and the fire source was about to collapse. Only then did he personally cross the passage. After more than two hundred years, after being summoned by Sorison, he once again descended on the material plane of Azeroth.

But looking at the ordinary and unspecial mortal in front of him, he became a little confused.

It seems... very strong, and very weak.

Looking at the Black Dragon Brother and Sister behind this mortal, Ragnaros immediately understood everything.

"Nefalian, it turns out that you have betrayed the ancient gods, too?"

No wonder his army was destroyed, and the two strongest subordinates died at the same time. It turned out that it was not only because of the attack from Onyxia and this mortal, but the main reason was probably Nefarian's counterattack!

But Nefarian said nothing.

"You will be punished." Ragnaros said furiously, pointing at Nefarian with the warhammer in his hand. Although the latter's image is different, his breath has not changed. Ragnaros will not admit his mistake.

Angma raised his head, looked up at the King of Fire Demons, and asked softly: "Ragnaros, the master of the land of fire, and one of the four elements of Azeroth. Let me ask you, do you want to return to the land of fire completely or be loyal to me?"

The size of the two sides is so big that it is hard to tell in words.

One is a mortal, the other is a fire element that is thousands of meters high. One is like an ant and the other is like a god, but it gives the illusion that an ant is looking down at the god.

Return to the source of fire completely...

When killed and form a body around the will, the fire element will naturally return to the elemental plane to which it belongs. The deep meaning of this sentence is extremely clear for any fire element.

"What?! Death, a sad bug!"

Sure enough, Ragnaros was angry and raised the hammer in his hand. The thorns were covered with spikes. There were countless weapons as huge as mountains, and then they smashed them down heavily!

The flames burning on the hammer head drifted through the blazing trails in the air, and even dyed the sky red. With a huge force, it suddenly hit the earth like a planet's impact.

Nefarian's pupils shrank, and if Angma had some means, he should have used it now.

But Angma just raised his arms very casually against the mountain-like warhammer.
Chapter completed!