Azeroth Trail of Light

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Guardian Dragon Legion was given authority by the Titans. Outside of the Guardian system, it became a new force to supervise the world and maintain the world.

But their essence is still mortal creatures, from mortal to transcendent, it takes time to temper, and in this process, the black dragon king became a victim hidden in the darkness of the world.

He saw the ruthless side of Titan. He regarded his mission as a sad shackle. Under the guidance of certain voices, he began to resist this shackle that never existed. He thought he had chosen a path to freedom. And the road of the new era, he thought that after the destruction led by him, it would be a new era of praise.

But it's not... The ancient gods just used him as a weapon to attack the Titan Star Soul... They didn't even want to give him free thoughts, and Deathwing was just being tricked.

He thought he could dominate everything. In fact, he could not even dominate his own destiny. As Dick said, in a sense, he was actually a sad coward.

But no matter what, that has passed. The era belonging to the wings of death has passed. Under the light of judgment, the Chaos Dragon King who swallowed all, connected the entire vast Orgrid Heights together, in the cycle of history. Hide away.

The chaos at the source of the bloodline was slashed by ablation, connecting the black dragons who had been infested by chaos and regaining their freedom, even if chaos was still spreading in their blood.

But that is only temporary. Alexstrasza’s Red Dragon Legion has been studying the work of purifying black dragon eggs. After the source of chaos that Deathwing forcibly added to these dragon eggs is extinguished, those black dragon eggs will inevitably get rid of one day. The influence of blood, even in time, those black dragons who are firm enough can strip the power of chaos from their bodies, maybe 100 years, maybe longer, in short, under Dick’s intervention, the black dragon legion There is already a brand new future.

"Mother, I feel... long-lost, free..."

Under the blood ring of Blade's Edge Mountain, which has almost completely changed its appearance, Saabman looked at his hands in disbelief. He always wore black leather magic gloves. It was not for etiquette or other reasons. He didn't want to see his twisted hands, but now, the twisted hands covered with disgusting scales slowly recovered their original appearance under the sunlight.

Even the cold aura on the black dragon prince's body has completely dissipated, as if, as if he had received some kind of rebirth.

"This is the re-appearance of Titan's blessings. It gives us courage to face everything in the future."

"Thank you for this grace."

The performance of Mezelian, a brash man standing next to him, was even more obvious. This bald man knelt on the ground and prayed sincerely to some existence, even if his face was still the same ugly and vicious, but at this time, the son of the black dragon was sincere. Is like a saint.

Cinestra was sitting on the rock in front of her, her black hair was blown by the breeze, and she could still see a trace of joy, a trace of daze and a trace of anxiety in her eyes. That was the joy of getting rid of the nightmare, yes. The future is at a loss, and the fear of the Black Dragon Legion that has withered to the limit.

Saboman’s voice awakened her. The Black Dragon Mother turned her head to look at him, looking at her pleasantly surprised son. She couldn’t help but smile on her gentle face. She stretched out her fingers and turned the blackness flying in the wind. Pull the hair behind the ear,

"Yes, my child, it's all over, it's all over."

Black Horn, who was standing next to Dragon Mother, kept his gaze in the direction of Orgrila Heights. After the beam of light that pierced the sky and the earth just now, some kind of throbbing in the blood made him a little restless. Finally, he looked down at Dragon Mother,

"Master Cinestra, is he... is he dead?"

"Well, Nesario is dead."

Cinestra took a deep breath, "We, we are free."

The relaxed expression flashed on Noire’s face, but soon he noticed a new problem.

"Lord Dragon Mother, but what should the Black Dragon Legion do?"

This question caused Saboman and Mezelian’s eyes to fall on him, and Blackhorn hesitated, and then continued, "Azeroth has many hidden black dragons, and the news of Deathwing’s fall cannot be concealed from them. If they lack control, they might do something jaw-dropping, such as worshipping the Dragon Sect..."

"What do you want to say? Noire!"

Sabomane became a little upset. His relationship with Pointe Noire is very bad. The main reason is that Pointe Noire has lived in the mortal world for ten thousand years. It is inevitable that he will be a little looking forward to doing things. The Black Dragon Prince thinks that this guy always has words in his words, not at all. Frank, so just ask directly,

"Speak straight, Pointe Noire, your half-talking attitude is really unbearable!"

Mezelian also nodded. For the orthodox black dragons, if it is not necessary, they would generally not blame the outsider, but the black horn couldn't help but touch his nose and said,

"I mean, since we want to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion, we must have a leader! The leader of the Black Dragon Legion must be controlled, and at least the social system of the Black Dragon must be rebuilt. We have been in a mess for too long."

Thabo Maine and Mezelian were taken aback, and then couldn't help but nodded. The fellow Noire had a point.

"The Rebuilding Corps is definitely more than just playing the banner."

Saboman added, "We have to take back our seats in the Temple of Wyrmrest, as well as the shattered obsidian dragon shrine, as well as those of the same race who have been confined in the holy ground below the Temple of Wyrmrest. Heijiao said that In principle, when dealing with other dragons, we also need a man of high respect and respect to come forward to get their approval..."

Speaking of this, Szaboman stopped. Cinestra was listening attentively, but after a few seconds of silence, she turned her head and saw the three-headed black dragon looking at her.

"What's the matter? Children."

Saboman looked around, then knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice,

"Mother, I implore you to be the second leader of the Black Dragon Legion! Everything you have done for us, the humiliation and fear you endured for us, everything you considered for the Black Dragon Legion, we all see it in our eyes, no Who is more suitable than you!"

Cinestra was shocked. She had never considered this problem herself, and she had never considered becoming the leader of the Black Dragon Legion. All she did before was that she didn’t want the Black Dragon Legion to be destroyed in Neltharion’s hands. , And she wants to think more than Saboman and others, she couldn't help looking into the distance, and finally shook her head.

"No, my child, the future of the Black Dragon Legion is not in our hands... Whether we can regain the recognition of the world depends on the evaluation of us by higher beings. It is too early to say this. ."

"Om"

As soon as Cinestra's words fell, a silver shadow crossed the sky, and the figures of Dick and the dragon kings appeared on the cliff.

The dragon kings are very embarrassed, and a battle with Deathwing has brought them a lot of pressure, but everyone’s mood is different. Under the low or dull expressions, there is still a trace that cannot be concealed. Easy.

A big trouble was solved.

"I heard your complaint, Ms. Cinestra."

Dick shrugged, split his mouth and smiled, and the dragon kings also showed a smile. The words of Sinestra just now fell into their ears completely, but they will not have the same dragon mother. Worry.

Everything in the past, all the tribulations in the past proved that Dick would not be an embarrassing guy, especially in such a big event that involves the survival of a race, he has always been surprisingly enlightened.

"I will not interfere in the reconstruction of the Black Dragonflight... Actually, I welcome you to be the second Black Dragon King."

Dick's gaze swept across the dragon kings, and then he joked a little, "Anyway, you wouldn't be worse than Nesario, would you?"

"Hahahaha"

The old blue dragon Malygos, who had been aware of the big things in his heart, had quite a bit of an old man talking about madness. He leaned on the frost staff in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, and said to Cinestra,

"Don't worry, Mother Dragon, the Temple of Dragon Sleep welcomes the return of the black dragon. The seats that belong to you have been reserved, but really, until you are completely free from the influence of chaos, those who have been trapped in the Obsidian Temple The black dragon cannot be released immediately. Please forgive me for this."

Cinestra is still a little uncomfortable, she evasively said,

"I think Pointe-Noire is more suitable than me. After all, I have never dealt with family affairs. And I heard that Pointe-Noire has managed a mortal race in an orderly manner over the past ten thousand years. He has enough time in this respect. Separately, Sebelian and Mezelian can assist him. I...I belong to the old age, so I can help deal with the new baby dragon problem."

"No, my friend Hina..."

Alexstrasza walked to the dragon mother, took her hand, and cheered her up, "We welcome the return of the black dragon, but due to the long-term hostility, it is estimated that the young people of the dragon will find it difficult to accept the black dragon army immediately. The influence of chaos on this generation of black dragons, you guess it will take a terrible period to truly return to the Temple of Dragon Sleep."

"So you need a leader who can subdue those young people. Noire's reputation is not obvious. In this regard, you are the most suitable."

Nozdormu also groaned and said,

"Cinestra's love for the wyrmlings is widely circulated in the elder dragon circle. You also had a lot of admirers back then... Hehe, this will be of great help to the reconstruction of the Black Dragon Legion. Don’t refuse. Now, Cinestra, we have a lot of troubles at hand now, and we need you."

The encouragement of the dragon kings was obviously more effective than Saabman’s request. The black dragon mother was silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Well, since everyone needs it, then I will..."

"Wait! To be crowned king, you still need a crown."

Dick stretched out his hand to stop Cinestra's words, his left hand opened, and a small black stone was floating above the palm of his palm. With a light wave of his hand, the stone floated towards Cinestra .

The expression of the Paladin became serious at this moment. Together with the other Dragon Kings, everyone who knew the true meaning of this stone changed into an extremely solemn expression.

"As you said, this is a blessing. For you, it is also a shackle. Titan gave the dragons the power to manage the world tens of thousands of years ago. Today, I will give it to you again."

The power of the guardians of the world was spread, and the people in front of them were heavily oppressed. The weaker Sabaman and others knelt on the ground when their legs were weak. It was a symbol of their inability to resist, Sinest Pulling could hold on, but when the palm-sized black stone floated in front of her, she also knelt on the ground on one knee.

As Nesario's spouse, she knew better than anyone what it was and what it meant.

"Thank you for your generosity, manager."

Cinestra lowered her proud head with convincing conviction, Dick drew out the World Scepter, strode to the Black Dragon Mother, like a knight, tapping on both sides of her shoulders, and finally took the World Scepter. Point it on the rock of Khaz'goroth, and place it on Sinestra's forehead.

The stone melted into it, and soon, a black complex pattern mark appeared on the dragon mother's forehead, and a thick breath also bloomed from her body.

"Deathwing is a warning for you. The power of the earth is more risky than other authority, but after the threat of the ancient gods is removed, your pressure will be much less."

"For those who have never owned it, this will be the whole world! Use your power carefully, Sinisterra, otherwise I will take it back, and Azeroth will not allow the black dragon's second rebellion! Your first task for accepting this important task is to reorganize the Black Dragon Legion. Your new station will be placed in Voidstorm. You have to guard the upcoming Star Harbor until the pure blood of the Black Dragon is reborn."

"Before that, except you and Noire, the other black dragons cannot return to Azeroth!"

"From today, you will be the second leader of the Black Dragon Legion, and you will be...the Queen of the Black Dragon!"