After listening to so many secrets, Patrick has a new understanding of the cunning of demons, not to lose to polluters and fraudsters, these two names are worthy of the name, without a little water, and they also perfectly confirm that demons are extremely cunning characters.

There are also those 'legendary' heroes, the heroes of the ancient wars--- Cenarius, Patrick also thinks this thing is too inauthentic. Fortunately, a group of demigods followed him from birth to death, and as a result, he absorbed the Night Elves alone, leaving the other people's disciples and grandchildren alone.

The wild boars under Agamagan's men, the more they lived, the more they returned, and they were almost cleaned up by the tribe; The Ursol brothers and the bears of Ursol, they are getting back alive and going, but slightly better than the Boarmen, one at Greythroat Fort in Northrend, and the other at Woodthroat Fortress in Felwood Forest.

It stands to reason that these are the heroes of the War of the Ancients, and there is no reason for the Night Elves to watch them slowly perish, and even if Tyrande doesn't say it, Cenarius will at least step in to make the boar people and bear monsters live better.

Ignoring the mess, Patrick continued to ask, "Well, Nesario's fall should have nothing to do with demons. ”

"Not at all." Illidan replied unequivocally: "And I'm sure. ”

If this is the case, Patrick will have to re-evaluate Deathwing, after all, the longer it is eroded by the ancient gods, the body will gradually be transformed by the ancient gods, and the strength will become stronger, which is common sense.

And as early as the ancient period, judging from the fact that Nesario's strength was higher than that of other guardian dragons, I am afraid that the ancient gods had already corrupted him, and now there is a chance that he will be completely controlled, or even transformed by flesh and blood.

"Is it possible that the old gods were buried under the earth?" A black-haired and black-eyed High Elf walked in, and Onexia saw Malygos present, and did not have the slightest timidity, and continued: "I heard from other older black dragons, and my father used to say that because of the Titan's blessing, he could feel any changes in the earth. ”

"In the past, my father often suffered because he felt the erosion of the earth, but until one day, my father never said such a thing, and nothing happened before the Buddha." Onexia is not humble and stands next to Patrick, although the black dragon and the blue dragon have a blood feud, but now Onexia is protected by Patrick, even if it is facing the blue dragon king, Onexia has the bottom in his heart.

This time, Onexia's words soothed Patrick and made Patrick think of a direction he had never thought about.

The answer to why only one of the five guardian dragons is depraved and crazy is likely to be related to the power of the earth.

The Old Gods were suppressed under the land of Azeroth, and the prison seal was created by the Titans themselves, but after all these years, the consciousness of the Old Gods has long since crossed the seal.

And judging from the topography of Silisus and Tanaris, the tentacles of the old gods have long been lurking from the underground to the surface, and they are constantly transforming everything they come into contact with.

In this case, it is possible that Nesario was exploring the scars of the earth when he inadvertently noticed Enzos's consciousness, and after being eroded, he completely degenerated.

This situation is not impossible, with the strength of the Old Gods, Patrick believes that they can do it completely.

"Forget it." Patrick shook his head: "Now is not the time to think about these things. ”

"Let's go, the fleet has already departed, and we should go over."

Kael'thas has already sailed towards Northrend with the Arcane Convention army, and no longer thinks about how Deathwing fell, if there is no way, it is not impossible to unite the whole continent to kill Deathwing directly.

The blue light flickered, and Patrick, Malygos, Illidan, Onexia and others teleported directly to the Weatherwind-class aircraft carrier, and Kael'thas had already led the army on the Endless Sea.

"The situation is not optimistic." When Kael'thas saw Patrick, his heart was much more relaxed: "The Twilight Sect has destroyed the port of Moyaki, and the Dal Island is in crisis, and the entire area around the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep has been cleaned up by the Twilight Sect. ”

"Inform the Council of Tirisfar, then inform the Alliance and the Horde about the timing of the attack."

……

The followers of Twilight's hammer have been busy.

Clomatus was given life, though his terrible body was withering. Even though he was very weak at birth, he fought bravely and won.

Now, he is lying in the snow outside the temple, desperately hungry, so the Twilight cultists bring him the ** to eat, and every gulp is feasting on it.

Cromatus is not a picky eater, and the dead dragonmen, the dragons who died in battle, the walrusmen, the ice mammoths, and the humans are all delicious ingredients.

Father Twilight stands beside him, and Deathwing himself descends and resurrects the five-headed dragon, a string of victories that almost make him flutter.

Deathwing certainly couldn't find any problems with what had happened that day, as the Temple of Dragon's Sleep had been emptied all sides, except for an island of High Elves in the distance, but Father Twilight didn't care and used them as a reserve for Clomatus.

As Nesario summons more and more Faceless and Twilight Dragons to join the team, Father Twilight is certain for the final victory, although he knows in his heart that there is still a fierce battle against all races of Azeroth, but in the face of Deathwing, he believes that those mortals are in vain, nothing more than to deliver food to Cromatus.

For the past hour, Cromatus has been silently eating the snow-fallen elk carcasses that the Twilight cultists hunted.

But now, he stopped, and lifted the massive black head. "I want more," he said nonchalantly.

"Whatever you want, Cromatus." Father Twilight assured him. "We'll bring you enough meat until you want to hunt on your own, and then eat those mortals."

"I will, soon," the black dragon's deep voice echoed almost through the crowd. "The fresher the food I chew in both jaws, the sweeter it tastes."

"Not bad." Father Twilight agreed. Cromatus reached back to the black dragon head to continue eating, but the red dragon head was raised. The one was full of pride, and a giant eye turned to stare at the human below.

"The dragons haven't delivered meat to their doorstep yet." He said. "But they should have gathered now, trying in vain to recapture the Temple of Dragon's Sleep."