Among the creatures created by the Titans, dragons are undoubtedly the most proud creations. They rely on their excellent magical abilities and strong physical strength to firmly occupy the top of the continent's food chain. If any mortal can boast that he can do it with his own body alone,
With the power to defeat the dragon, I believe any normal human would regard him as a madman.
However, the scene in front of them shattered everyone's common sense: not only Tyrande and Magni, who were well-informed, but also Varian, who was as steady as a mountain, also widened his eyes and stared in disbelief not far away.
The dying Fermo - the black dragon's condition at this time was extremely miserable. The two proud dragon horns on his head had flown to nowhere. His scales were full of pitted scars, and a shockingly large hole was opened in his chest.
Purple-black dragon blood flows out like a stream
"Holy light, could this guy be a hill giant?" This thought came to everyone's mind at the same time, and they hurriedly turned their attention to the unidentified person who was walking slowly.
But at one glance, no one could turn their eyes away: the person was wearing a set of golden battle armor, with countless shining ancient divine patterns covering the armor, and he was looking for power while walking, even though he was far away.
Everyone can feel his majestic and majestic holy power
"I didn't expect that besides us, there are actually humans here?" Varian frowned slightly when he saw that the soldiers were showing signs of fear. He looked at the other's completely sealed faceplate that showed no expression at all, and then calmed down after a while.
He slowly said, "We are Stormwind City's army to eliminate black dragons and fire elements. May I ask your surname Gao, why do you appear in such a dangerous place?"
When the visitor heard Varian's words, he seemed to be stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that everyone was looking at him with curiosity and caution, so he hurriedly took two steps forward, as if he wanted to explain something.
"Just stand there, kid!" A battle ax pointed forward suddenly, Herod's language was full of warnings and threats, "Maybe you can beat a dragon to death, but in front of all the kings and the dragon-slaying knights, I advise you
You'd better be honest!"
Seeing that everyone looked at him with unkind expressions, the armored man seemed a little bit dumbfounded. He stopped in front of many wary eyes, pushed up his visor, and revealed a handsome and handsome face, but it was not just someone who fell into
Regan on the lower rock face!
"How long have I been missing now, and you guys don't recognize me so quickly?" The knight pretended to be sad and shook his head, "Oh, I'm really disappointed..."
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed from wariness to ecstasy. Varian and Magni laughed and rushed up to him, punching him twice: "You little brat, you have the nerve to say that a group of us will help you."
The Molten Core has been overthrown!"
Regan looked at the two kings who were both teachers and friends, and couldn't help but feel secretly moved in his heart. Just when he was about to say something, a warm and soft body suddenly broke into his arms.
"You bastard, big bastard... do you know how much people worry about you?" Jaina ignored the surprised and gossipy looks of the people around her, hugged Regan tightly and sobbed, "Don't you understand, if you are really beaten by that
If a big stone is thrown at me, what's the point of living alone?"
Regan smiled awkwardly at Varian and Magni, pretending not to see the Storm King's "I'll take care of you later" look, gently hugged the female mage, and whispered: "I understand, of course I understand.
But I also can't see my lover dying in front of me... Please forgive me, my dear, I swear to you, I will never let you worry again in the future."
"No, go and swear to your holy light, and promise to keep your word!" Jaina raised her pear-shaped head and grabbed the knight's gauntlet like a little girl.
"Okay, I promise that I will never put myself in danger again in the future. I swear in the name of the Holy Light." Regen couldn't win over his reluctant lover, so he could only say something perfunctory and turned to Roxas who was watching the show.
With a wink, she motioned for him to come up and say something.
"Uh...Legen, where did this thing on your body come from? How come we haven't seen it before?" The orc was worried that he would not find a chance to touch this gorgeous and dizzying armor, so he walked forward and pretended to be curious.
He asked, and knocked on the golden breastplate, but was knocked back by a strong force.
"Haha, take it easy, my brother, this guy is very loyal to his master!" Regan smiled and told everyone what happened in the Burning Lake, and naturally he did not miss this part.
The origin of magical armor
"It's incredible..." After listening to the knight's narration, everyone looked at the armor in surprise and envy. Unexpectedly, it was the product of the fight between the King of Black Stone and the Flame Lord, and it miraculously
Integrated with the power of the Holy Light, this is truly unimaginable.
Magni walked around Regen for a long time before exclaiming in amazement: "I have made countless armors and weapons. Only today did I truly understand what the word "natural" means... Sure enough, no matter how outstanding the craftsman is, he can't be as good as the big one.
The miraculous craftsmanship of nature!”
"Yes," Varian Regan said solemnly, "Since this is the armor given by the Holy Light, you should cherish it even more and become a barrier to protect Stormwind City and the Alliance with it."
"Of course, Your Majesty," Regan replied respectfully
"Well..." Varian nodded approvingly, changed the subject and asked, "So as you said, both Nefarian and Ragnaros died in the fight, and there were no corpses left?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Regan said with a bit of regret in his tone, "Time was tight at the time, and I was not very close to them. I had no time to stop Ragnaros from detonating the Balrog Essence, so I could only watch.
Then they all turned into ashes..."
"It is indeed a pity," Tyrande interrupted unexpectedly. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the high priest who usually didn't talk much calmly analyzed, "Emperor Daglan, Nefarian and Rag
The three leaders of Naros all died within a few days. However, except for us and a few Black Iron troops, the black dragons and orcs of Blackwing Lair knew nothing about this news. They still faithfully carried out Nefarian's plan.
Order, trying to take the entire Burning Plains and Searing Gorge into his own pocket."
"And these die-hard remnants will not stop fighting as long as they don't get news of Nefarian's death." The high priest looked at Regen and said, "If you cut off Nefarian's head, or get it,
Is there any important token on his body to prove that the death of the King of Blackstone is fine, but now that his body has been turned into ashes, presumably the orcs and black dragon remnants will intensify their efforts to invade the surrounding areas."
Seeing everyone around him nodding silently, Herod, who had not yet reacted, asked with some confusion: "But Your Majesty the High Priest, since Nefarian is dead, even if these remnants continue to do evil, they should not be able to cause any trouble."
Lang?”
"No, that's what I'm afraid of," Varian said. "As for Nefarian, we know what he wants to do, but if these remnants are bewitched by other people with ulterior motives and become pawns in their ulterior plans,
Then without knowing anything, we would be much more passive!”
"Your Majesty is right, an enemy in the open is better than an enemy in the dark!" Regan nodded in agreement, "But I think the situation is not as bad as you think, after all, we still have a key figure in our hands.
!With her support, we can ensure peace in the Blackstone Mountain area!"
When Magni saw Ragen's eyes glancing at him, he couldn't help but react immediately: "You kid...don't you mean Moira?"
"Of course it is Her Majesty the Princess," Regen nodded with a smile, "Who else can control the remaining more than 100,000 Black Iron subjects besides her? And she is carrying the authentic blood of Thaurissen in her belly right now.
!”
"Fart!" Magni roared angrily, "That's the authentic Bronzebeard bloodline, that idiot Daglan is just a sperm supplier! My grandson can only follow my surname Bronzebeard!"
"Oh, Your Majesty, I think our quarrel here is nothing. You must know that the decision-making power now lies in the hands of Her Majesty Moira." Regan raised his eyebrows and said with some gloating, although he really hated Dagur.
Lan, but the most ideal situation now is not for Moira to recognize her ancestors. After all, the Dark Iron royal family has been wiped out. The only one with legal effect and formal bloodline is Moira's unborn child.
My child, if he is not allowed to become the Dark Iron Emperor, the other Dark Iron dwarves on the continent will rebel and fight with each other, ultimately endangering the survival of other races.
But right now, it seems that Magni’s attitude is not like this. Although the dwarf king also wants the three clans to settle the dispute, the price obviously cannot be his grandson!
Thinking of this, Ragen coughed and suggested to Varian: "Your Majesty, since the purpose of our trip has been completed, why not immediately ask Princess Moira what her opinion is?"
"Don't come up with bad ideas, Mr. Reagan!" Magni roared, blowing his beard and glaring, "I'll tie that girl back home later and see if she has any other opinions!"
"Don't be impulsive, brother!" Varian advised with a smile. He roughly guessed what this kid was going to do from Ragen's words, so he happily sang a double act with him, "Moira is now
One body and two lives, if you don’t listen to her advice and continue to do the same thing as your parents, your grandson may be in trouble!"
Magni was choked by the words of the Storm King. He also understood his daughter's stubborn temper. If it was true as Varian said, it would be very bad.
"Then...what do you think we should do?" the dwarf king asked hesitantly.
"There is nothing to do, just ask her what she thinks!" Regan interjected. Seeing Magni's tendency to get angry again, he quickly added, "Maybe he is considering everyone's opinions to decide on Princess Moira's fate.
Stay or go…”
Although he was unhappy that he could not be his daughter's master, the dwarf king still gruntedly accepted Regan's proposal and returned to the Molten Core cave with everyone. He happened to meet Moira, who had just woken up, and the guards who had left behind.
What did the bloody soldiers say?
"By the grace of the Titans, she finally woke up!" Seeing that his daughter was well, Magni breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as Moira's cold eyes saw him, she said something that made him furious.
Come
"Why are you here, to watch my joke with the next Black Iron Emperor, King Bronzebeard?"