What happens in the shadows is unknown, but they often set the tone in which the world runs.

The King of Magic, Malygos, has never been a weak dragon, and when he followed the Titan Guardian Tyr to attack the zombie protogenous dragon, the powerful Galakron, when Galakron bit off Tyr's arm and almost wiped out the attackers, it was Malygos who conjured a boulder with magic and threw it into Galakron's throat with endless courage, choking the monster that could devour heaven and earth to death.

Malygos is good at using wisdom to solve the problems he faces, but wisdom is not omnipotent in many cases.

During the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, it watched as the mad Deathwing used the dragon's soul to slaughter all of its fellow Blue Dragons who had followed it into battle, leaving Malygos with the most terrible wounds in his heart, and it took the mighty weaver millennia to recover from that terrible encounter.

And now, just as it couldn't outwit the threat of Deathwing, it couldn't outwit Tyrion with the dragon's soul in front of it. Dawnblade.

"Put it down!"

Malygos took a slight step back in the icy light refracted by the golden disc, its ice-blue snake eyes glowing with intense hatred and endless killing intent, its left claw pressed against the focused rainbow in front of it, and it shouted to Tyrion standing beside the little star:

"Take it away! I warn you one last time! ”

Seeing that the Focused Rainbow in Malygos's hand began to shine with blue magical light, Nozdorm's face changed slightly, and Ysera exclaimed even more:

"Don't irritate it! Tyrion... Once the magic of the Rainbow of Focus explodes, all the creatures here and all the civilizations in Azeroth will not want to live! You can't resist that burst of magic! ”

In the face of the threat in the hands of Malygos, the High Lord behaved very casually, he took the dragon's soul from Little Star's hand, tossed it up and down in his hand, his eyes stared at the weaver in front of him who exuded a strong threatening aura, and he whispered:

"Of course, I'm well aware of the threat that Rainbow Spotlight poses to the world, and of course I'm also aware of the choices Malygos will make."

"Detonate it, Malygoth! As long as you and your children are within blast range and I'm not there, it doesn't matter... Do you understand? What if you kill my body? I don't need a body to guarantee my existence... Perhaps I would like to see you unleash the magical authority bestowed upon you by the Titan Guardians, leaving behind your mission to tear apart Azeroth from within, burying the world once and for all! ”

Tyrion's voice grew deeper and deeper, like a madman waiting for destruction:

"And before this world is martyred for your madness, you will see with your own eyes that the last bloodline of the Blue Dragon Legion was killed by your own hands, of course you can put this responsibility on me, you can tell yourself that I killed them... It's like you tell yourself that your compatriots died in battle 10,000 years ago because of Deathwing's madness, not because of your weakness and incompetence! ”

"You've deceived yourself like this once, and I don't think it's a problem to deceive yourself a second time, right?"

Tyrion's taunt made Malygos's dragon claws tighten the rainbow of focus more and more, and the frantically sparkling magic sparked a strong suffocation for everyone present, and perhaps the next moment, the string in the weaver's heart would be completely broken, and the next moment, the whole world would be completely shattered here.

But the Great Lord's sarcasm isn't over yet...

He is like a villain who understands people's hearts, constantly using words as a weapon, stabbing the most painful wound in the heart of the old blue dragon in front of him, and pulling the wound that has just healed open again, tearing blood dripping.

"I'm curious, Malygos, did you ever threaten Deathwing like this ten thousand years ago, when he slaughtered your people? Did you tell him that if he didn't stop, you'd detonate the Rainbow of Focus and die with him? ”

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes shone with undisguised sarcasm:

"I guess, probably not?"

"So, who are you showing now in this ridiculous gesture of dying together? Do you really think that's going to scare me? ”

"Buzz"

A black-red death blade appeared in Tyrion's hand, and he stood in a very intimate position behind the time-imprisoned little star, and pressed the sharp light blade against the little star's neck, and he looked at Malygos:

"Let me, the great demon king of mortals, teach you how to threaten others... If you want me to feel scared, then don't talk about these useless things, just do it... That's it! ”

"Hiss"

The sharp blade of light opened a streak of blood on Little Star's snow-white neck, and the gushing blood caused Malygos to loosen his claws on the Rainbow of Focus:

"Enough! Let her go! I'm willing to talk to you! ”

"Cut, boring..."

The High Lord moved his wrist with some dissatisfaction, and the blade of light that shone with a cold light suddenly dissipated at this moment, turning into red light feathers floating in the air, while Ysera rushed to the little star's side, using the power of dreams to help the poor little girl heal the scar on her neck.

Tyrion was a madman who literally slit Little Star's neck, and of course, it wasn't fatal for the dragon.

"Your emphasis on and protection of your bloodline has become your weakness, Malygos, and of course, it is precisely because of this weakness, or salvageable trait, that I have worked tirelessly to come here... Let's talk to you about these things. ”

The High Lord took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingers, he looked at Malygos, then raised his left hand, and the golden disc streaked through the air and smashed under Malygos's claws.

This action made the old blue dragon froze for a moment, and it looked up at Tyrion, who said calmly:

"Negotiations need to show good faith, and that's my sincerity... The dragon's soul is yours, there is no point in keeping it in my hands, you can hide it, or find a way to destroy it, I suggest you use the second method, once that madman Dragon knows that this thing is in your hands, I am afraid that your demon will be completely dismantled by its war dragons at midnight today. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The light of Transfiguration shone on Malygoth's body, and after the light dissipated, the image of an old High Elf mage dressed in blue robes, holding a dazzling staff that enveloped the arcane light curtain, and a neat white beard appeared in front of Tyrion, the old blue dragon bent down and picked up the dragon's soul, he carefully examined the magic weapon in his hand, and after a moment, he set his eyes on Tyrion again:

"You've lost your hole cards to balance me, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you here?"

"Is it just you?"

A sarcastic smile hung up on Tyrion's lips:

"Do you really think that if I want to exterminate the Blue Dragon Legion, I still need to use the Dragon's Soul? Don't think too highly of yourself, Malygos, you've been out of the world for too long, and the monsters that this world has bred in its changes will surprise you..."

"Like you?"

Malygos asked coldly, and Tyrion took the mockery for a compliment, and he nodded, straightened his swordsman's robes, and whispered:

"Of course, I'm the scariest one..."

"Alright, after all the gossip, you have heard my request, Weaver, I will not allow you to disrupt the upcoming reform of the world, nor will I allow you to interfere in my plans for the world, under my protection, Ragon and his war dragons will not come to you for trouble, and the moment the Dark Pantheon descends on Azeroth, I will stand with you... Fight against the Fallen Titans. ”

Malygos did not answer immediately, he looked at Nozdom the Eternal, who was standing at the edge of the platform, and then at Ysera, and in the light of their eyes, the weaver was silent for several minutes, and finally he nodded, and said with some loneliness:

"Okay, I promise."

But the next moment, Malygos's voice hardened in vain:

"But if the magic tide triggers catastrophic consequences, I'll step in immediately... There are so many secrets hidden beneath this world, and the existence of the guardian dragon is to separate these dangerous secrets from the present world, which is our mission... The mission engraved in the soul, don't try to make us give it up! ”

"Whatever you want."

The Great Lord waved his hand with some interest, he turned around and walked towards the door of the Dead Realm that opened violently, and he said without looking back:

"Keep the Rainbow of Focus, Weaver, it will be very useful in the war that is about to begin."

"It's going to be a great gift to the Burning Legion... May they be ready to receive the gift. ”

"Buzz, buzz"

Nozdom and Ysera nodded to Malygos, and in the dissipation of the golden aura of time and the door of dreams, the two dragon kings also disappeared under the canopy of stars constructed by this magical power, and after a few seconds, the time that had been imprisoned here began to flow again, and in the posture of those pure-blooded blue dragons dreaming of waking up, the little star grinned and touched his snow-white neck, and there seemed to be a trace of sharp pain flowing on the intact skin.

It's like you've just been cut open and healed perfectly.

"Ahem"

A low cough focused the attention of all the blue dragons again, and before their eyes, the old and wise eyes of the elven weaver Malygos shone brightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"The upcoming magic tide will have an impact on Azeroth, and as the Blue Dragon Legion monitoring the flow of mana in the world, we can't sit idly by, so I've decided..."

"Closing the Demon Hub and the Khodara Base Camp, all adult blue dragons will be arranged to several observation points around the world to closely monitor the flow of magic in the world until the influence of the magic tide on the world completely dissipates!"

"Carré, you and Teregossa head to the Sunwell node in Quel'Thallas to monitor the abandoned mana points there for signs of being reactivated."

"Harryn, you return to Winterspring Valley with Stella Goussa and the current Khodara Hatchlings, and do your best to curb the active magic node of Mysorrell."

"Saffron is in command of the Blue Blade Legion, and has taken over the defense and monitoring of the Sharp Needle, and pesky ethereals have recently appeared there, driving them out completely!"

"Aregos went to the Maelstrom to monitor the Deep Rock Continent and the current Elemental Territory nodes, Matigossa went to Mount Hyjal to monitor the Fire Source Land and the current Elemental Territory nodes, Andogus went to the Endless Sea to monitor the Abyssal Throat and the current Elemental Territory nodes, and Athoregus first put down the ancient artifact guarding work of Azhara and went to the Silishus Desert to monitor the Sky Wall and the current Elemental Territory nodes!"

A series of specific assignments came out of Malygos's mouth, this was the largest operation of the Blue Dragon Legion in the past thousand years, which also represented the importance that the weavers attached to this operation, and the blue dragons who received the order looked high-spirited, but they did not notice the blankness in the eyes of the weaver Malygos.

First the Deathwing Netsario, who had regained his senses, sent a messenger to sincerely apologize and try to make amends for the 10,000-year disaster, and then Tyrion united with Nozdorm and Ysera's forced palace, in recent times, the weaver has clearly felt the changes that are taking place in this world, he hates Deathwing, so he will not join the side of the Dark Pantheon, but he is also interested in Tyrion. Dawnblade was skeptical.

Malygos felt that it might really be time to leave the Nexus and go to the present world to see the changes that lie beneath the moment, and in this frenaizing moment, he desperately needed to release his stress.

In recent times, the Great Chief of the Tribe, Sal, has been sleeping very badly every night.

It's not because of the political pressure of the tribe, on the contrary, there have been no major incidents in the tribe in the recent period, whether internal or external, as always, the leaders of the younger generation have become familiar with all the affairs within the tribe, everything is running according to the plan in an orderly manner, and there is no need to worry about anything at all.

But Sal had a strange insomnia for nearly 7 days in a row...

The city of Orgrimmar was very quiet at night, and Thrall stood by the window of his room in his pajamas, looking condescendingly at the city that his fathers had built up with his fathers, and a hint of pride flashed in his tired eyes, and he reached out to make himself a cup of tea, which was the best tea that his sister Taresa had brought back from the Eastern Continent, and his long-sleeved human sister was already the leading merchant in the tribe.

It is said that Taresa has recently been busy opening up trade routes from Kalimdor to the New Gilneth Federal District of the Eastern Kingdoms, from where she can travel to the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs, which is now also open to merchants. Moreover, Thrall used the power of the Great Chieftain to send some of the best Orc agents to search for it all over the world, and finally got the news that Taresha's husband Tyles was probably imprisoned in one of Draenor's prisons by the undead.

That's probably why Taresa wanted to go to Draenor.

"I'm going to see my little nephew tomorrow."

Thrall drank tea, thinking about tomorrow's actions, and then opened a book of elemental texts left by Elder Drektar, because of the noisy sounds in his head, he couldn't sleep, so he could only pass the time in this way, but tonight, this ordinary night, at the moment when Sal began to communicate with the elements according to the description of the book, in his spirit, he saw the scene of incomparably active elemental power rolling and beating the barriers of the present world like a tide.

In a blink of an eye, this extremely gifted orc shaman saw the raging fire source realm, the sky wall that dwells above the sky, the throat of the abyss that vibrates under the deep sea, and the earth elemental realm composed of stones and crystals, the continent of deep rocks.

The entangled power of the four elements slammed into Thrall's mind like a heavy hammer, and in the next moment, Thrall's eyes opened suddenly, and in the collision of the rampaging elements in his body, he opened his mouth and spurted hot blood.

"Ah!!h

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