Ms. Onexia has been inexplicably irritable lately.

The unpowdered beauty was now in her dressing gown, leaning on her favorite sofa, her stunningly beautiful legs resting on her side, holding a copy of the second biography published by the Explorers Guild in her hand, but her mind was completely unfocused on the book.

She has maintained her human form for several years, it seems that she is an ordinary human woman, not some terrifying and evil black dragon princess, the habits of belonging to the dragon have disappeared in her life a long time ago, and she even feels that she has forgotten the fact of being a dragon, as if it was a distant dream.

But recently, in the last few days, the will that belongs to the dragon in her heart has gradually awakened, and yesterday, one of the maids in her mansion was almost burned to ashes by the napping countess with dragon breath.

The poor girl must have been frightened.

"It's not normal... Something must have happened. ”

Onexia threw aside the biography in her hand, she rubbed her forehead, got up from the sofa irritably, and walked to the window of the mansion, she took out a lady's cigarette from the drawer at hand, and was about to light it, when she suddenly saw a very familiar figure standing there in the dark window, at the gate of her remote manor, carrying a lamp.

Is that...

Deathwing!

It was her father, the eternal nightmare in her heart, was it... Could it be that the revival of the dragon's nature is his fault?

Looking at the figure standing in the dark night, looking at the lantern that emitted a pale light, Onexia's spirit was a little trance for a while, but she knew that since Deathwing was coming, she couldn't avoid it.

A few minutes later, Onexia, who had changed into a long dress, walked out of her mansion, she tried to regulate her breathing, trying to calm herself down, but when she really got close to Deathwing in a black trench coat, the black dragon princess's fingers couldn't help but tremble.

"Father."

She tried to look humble enough not to anger her moody old father.

But to the surprise of Onexia, Deathwing paid no attention to these trivialities, and in the faint glow of the pale halo, he, wearing a hood, said in a dry and low voice:

"Come with me, master, to see you."

"Huh?"

Onexia's eyes widened.

Master?

Isn't his father, who has always been arrogant, actually called others "masters", Agrama of the Dark Pantheon, dead? Could it be that Sargeras has arrived?

"Go, where?"

Onexia was terrified for a moment, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Among the stars?"

This question made Deathwing, who had already turned around, pause, and the original dragon king said in a natural voice:

"Where else can I go? Dead Realm, of course... An audience with the High Lord and my esteemed master, Tyrion. Lord Dawnblade! ”

“！！！”

This answer completely confused Onexia's thinking.

When did the father become a subordinate of that madman? Wait, Dead Realm? How can the living enter the realm of death?

The black dragon princess suddenly realized a very serious problem, and in a cold wind, she turned her head sharply, and looked at her mansion, and looked at the top floor of the mansion, and in the balcony of the top floor, in the window, the other self was still standing there, holding a cigarette, as if it were a sluggish statue.

Onexia immediately stretched out her hands, and when she saw the arms that were as illusory as spirits, she woke up from her dream.

Before I knew it, my soul had actually left my body.

Beside her, the vast fog has completely shrouded everything around her, as if this area is no longer in the world, as if she has really stepped into the realm of death.

A shudder and fear crept over Onexia's heart, and the black dragon princess looked forward, her father had walked a few meters away, and the light of the pale lantern was about to be obscured by the fog.

"Wait for me!"

A palpitation for no apparent reason made Onexia no longer hesitate, and she quickly caught up with her father, so that she escaped the mist.

The Black Dragon Princess is a very cautious, very wise person, uh, she-dragon.

If she wasn't wise enough, she wouldn't have been able to escape from the Deep Rock Continent with her brother in a desperate situation when she was still weak, and now the world has changed dramatically, her brother Nefarian has become the death lord of the Darkblade Legion, and herself, by chance, has become a close friend of the imperial queen, living in human civilization as a human all year round.

The father is missing, the elder brother is dead, the personnel of the Black Dragon Legion are withering, and the last orthodox black dragons are sheltered by the power of Onexia, living in the black dragon territory deep in the dust swamp, I thought that the Black Dragon Legion would become the history of a bygone era, but in recent years, the "baby boom" that has spread the world has actually affected this group of last black dragons.

In the current black dragon territory, there are already nearly 100 healthy black dragon young dragons, because the chaotic bloodline of Deathwing has been eliminated, so these naturally born black dragons are all members of the most orthodox guardian dragon legion, the little princess of the blue dragon clan, Stella Gossa has come to Onyxia several times, it is said that the dragon legion intends to accept the black dragon to rejoin, but after thinking about it repeatedly, Onyxia still refused the invitation.

She felt that it was good for the current weak black dragon to hide in the human empire that was becoming more and more prosperous.

It's a pity that Onexia didn't want to find trouble, but trouble took the initiative to find her.

Seeing that she had truly stepped into the boundary of the death realm, the Black Dragon Princess couldn't help but wonder in her heart, what was the matter with that real big man?

But she didn't dare to ask her father, who had become a dead creature, so she could only follow Deathwing, step into the lonely castle, and finally stop in front of a closed door.

"This is it."

Deathwing in human form looked at his cowering daughter, and a hint of displeasure flashed in the dragon's eyes.

"Let's go inside! What does this cowardly gesture look like! ”

Deathwing snorted and turned to leave, shaking his head as if he were lamenting his misfortune and angry, like an angry old father.

"You're the daughter of Deathwing, so no matter what's in front of you, you should face it calmly!"

This low reprimand came into the ears of the Black Dragon Princess, making her raise her head suddenly, she looked at the back of Deathwing's departure, everything that happened tonight was too bizarre, she actually heard a slight flow of emotion from Deathwing's voice, it seemed that it was like a real father saying to his daughter.

It's hard to imagine what his father suffered after his death to make his temperament change so much?

But thinking of what her father said, Onexia had a glimmer of courage in her heart, yes, she was the daughter of Deathwing! She is the Black Dragon Princess of Destiny, she shouldn't be so unbearable!

"Bang"

Onexia reached out and pushed the door open, and then she saw the shadow that remained in the deepest part of her heart.

"Bolval..."

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"The results of the vote of the Council of the Forgotten Kings have been in."

The incumbent Speaker of the Council of the Forgotten Kings, Berval. Vortagan handed a list to the High Lord in front of him, Tyrion took the list in his hand, glanced at it, then raised his head and looked at the calm face of Boval, the High Lord's finger flicked on the table, and he asked:

"Aren't you coming with us?"

"Nope."

Bolwal breathed a sigh of relief, and he said in a calm voice:

"Exploring the Sea of Death does make people feel the passion they haven't seen for a long time, and the legendary stories that will be encountered and produced in those stars are also quite fascinating, but after thinking about it, I still can't let go of here... I've seen it go through the hardest part of the road, and maybe soon, the saga of the world itself will really begin. ”

The silent Forgotten Kings whispered:

"I don't really want to miss this story"

"Jean, Terenus, Magni, Thorrison, Fao, and the orcs, and Malfurion, we all think the same way, of course, in this world, we all have bonds that we can't let go, and death can't break them."

There was sincerity in Bowval's voice, and there was a hint of pleading, but Tyrion did not answer immediately, he looked at the list in his hand, his finger on the table, and after several minutes of silence, he shook his head:

"It's like a journey, it's like a feast, there's always an end, there's always a time to separate."

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not keep it any longer... But Bolval, I'll get out of here, but when I look back once in a while, if you haven't done your duty, if you've allowed this legendary world to become ordinary, then..."

"I'm not going to trouble the world."

"But I'm in trouble with you! Do you understand? ”

Hearing the words of the Great Lord, Bowal suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his hand, put it on his chest, bowed slightly, he was like a knight:

"The Council of Forgotten Kings will not disappoint you, High Lord! The world will go on according to your plans and expectations, until its legendary story reaches the sea of stars. ”

"Well, so be it."

The High Lord nodded, and he leaned back in his chair a little tiredly, and he said:

"I will leave behind your 'Forgotten Kings' bodies as hole cards to interfere with the world if necessary, as well as the Death Guards that continue to be shaped in the Narach Engine, which will be the power of the Forgotten Kings, so use them properly! Also, tell Jean that his death has been dragged on for too long, and that I hope to see this matter come to a good end before I leave. ”

"Okay, High Lord, I'll tell Jean."

Bolvar picked up his gentleman's hat from his hand, and the robed Forgotten King turned, and at that moment, the door behind him was pushed open, and the woman engraved in Boward's heart appeared before him so suddenly.

"Oni..."

"Bolval..."

The two old people who met in the form of souls stopped in the office of the Great Lord in such a sluggish manner, the past, as if it was a previous life, these two people almost never imagined that they would meet again one day, and after watching them look at each other for more than ten seconds, the impatient Great Lord knocked on the table and woke the two up.

"If you want to fall in love, go somewhere else! Don't waste my time! ”

Bolval's fingers jumped, and he coughed lightly to hide his gaffe, while Onexia, like a shy lady, turned her gaze away, and at the very moment when the two passed by like strangers, the great lord, who had his hands on the table and his chin on it, suddenly said:

"Oh, by the way, there's a party in Darkblade City tonight... Remember to dress up, Berval, and you, Lady Onexia, you're a special guest... You're not bad with this dress, you don't need to change it. ”

The Speaker of the Forgotten Kings, who had always been very steady, stumbled, and Onexia seemed to have a premonition of something, she raised her head and looked at the Great Lord, and in Tyrion's right eye, there was a smile that could not be concealed.

"Your Excellency, I..."

"Huh? What do you call me? ”

Hearing Onexia's name, Tyrion snorted dissatisfiedly, and the Black Dragon Princess once again remembered the scene when the two first met, and she hurriedly changed her name:

"Uncle Tyrion, I mean, is there anything important that you came to me?"

The Great Lord nodded with satisfaction, and while he picked up a few documents casually, flipped through them, and then said:

"I heard you rejected the dragon kings' solicitation? Not ready to return to the Dragon Legion? I want to tell you that if your world survives this catastrophe, the Dragons will become a positive force in the world of Azeroth in the next era... Don't you feel sorry for this? ”

"There's nothing to be sorry about, uncle."

Trying to calm herself down, Onexia said:

"Without the authority of the guardian and the transcendent status, the dragon is just one of the strange races in this world, and the dragon's clan-like civilization form determines their development in the future world, and it is definitely not as good as the human civilization that develops at the same time as the two paths of magic and engineering, if I am a gambler, then I will definitely put all my wealth on humans..."

"Well, that's good."

Tyrion was pleased with Onexia's answer, flicked his fingers, and threw a book to the black dragon princess in front of him:

"Since you don't want to return to the dragon civilization, then the black dragon will do things for me in the future, my dependents, those blood clans will plan a war in the dark world after the war, they are vainly trying to reshape the order of the dark world of Azeroth, they are very arrogant, but I appreciate it, they are very satisfied with the maintenance of the rules and order, so you and your people, just join the war as their allies."

"And the anxiety you've been feeling lately, which belongs to the dragon's nature, and that's just a side effect of the world's increased power... Don't worry too much. “

Onexia nodded, knowing that she had no right to oppose Tyrion's "suggestion".

"There's a second thing."

The Great Lord looked at the Black Dragon Princess in front of him and said:

"Berval and the other Forgotten Kings are going to stay in this world, and I want you to help me watch him... If he does something irrational because of the bonds of the past..."

"I'll stop him!"

Before the Great Lord could finish speaking, Onexia took the initiative to say:

"Don't worry, Uncle Tyrion, the world will go according to your plan!"

"Well, yes, yes. You know the general situation, go and get ready, banquet... It's about to begin. ”

The Great Lord stood up, and he whispered:

"I ruined your love, my niece..."

"I'll give it back to you today."