Due to Nefarian's deliberate Riddler behavior, Sarean and Onexia were unsure of what he was trying to do, but they boldly guessed that his relationship with the Old Gods was not very good.

In fact, it is true that Nefarian and Deathwing were not all the way, but they were just the Old Gods who had been coerced by his powerful father to abandon the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and had no way out.

After being driven mad by the whispers of the Old Gods, Deathwing treats his children extremely harshly, especially Nefarian, the legal heir of the Black Dragon Legion.

When Onexia met Sarren, there was no outrageous crime, and there was room for turning back.

His own family knew about his own affairs, and Nefarian knew that there was no turning back for him.

Although it was not intentional, as the crown prince of the Black Dragon Legion, Nefarian did do a lot of things that violated his conscience with Deathwing, and his moral threshold was greatly reduced as a result.

To this day, Nefarian has been able to carry out cruel human experiments without any psychological burden.

Even though Nefarian repeatedly emphasized that the study of the multicolored dragon was for the sake of the black dragon...... and the future of the entire dragon clan, but he will never be forgiven for the crimes he committed against those innocent subjects in the course of his research.

Nefarian himself knew this, he had never hoped to return to the light like his sister, who had not done much evil, and he did not think he was qualified to do so.

But even the darkened Nefarian had his own bottom line, and he would not watch the increasingly insane Deathwing drag Azeroth toward what is known as Dragon's Evening and Twilight.

Nefarian has a clear vision of his abilities and position.

Essentially, Nefarian was a scholar who was a skilled researcher, and his great combat power was only incidental to the acquisition of experimental materials at will.

After all, the Black Dragon Legion is the army of Deathwing, and Nefarian has very few subordinates at his disposal, only a few henchmen.

Since he couldn't snatch Deathwing from the Black Dragon Legion, Nefarian simply did the opposite.

Use the Black Dragon as a model to create a new dragon species that is completely true to you.

The two-headed multicolored dragon Chlomagus was only a half-finished product, and there was still a long way to go before Nefarian could truly master the abilities of the five dragons.

Just as Nefarian struggled to break through the bottleneck of the Colorful Dragon's experiment, Deathwing's new order arrived.

Far away in the Deep Rock Continent, Deathwing is forced to give up on the multicolored dragon that has been delayed for a long time, and instead devote his energy and resources to the new Twilight Dragon research.

Although he is also a demigod-level black dragon, Nefarian is very aware of the difference in strength between himself and that crazy father, and if he can't beat it, he can't beat it.

However, at this point in time, Deathwing, who was trapped in the Deep Rock Continent and unable to go out, could not control Nefarian for the time being.

On the surface, Nefarian honestly began to devote himself to the research of the Twilight Dragon, but behind the scenes, he did not intend to abandon the original experiment with the colorful dragon, but would continue to invest more.

"Huh?"

While Nefarian was checking on Baltos' mental condition, he accidentally discovered a "seed" in the depths of Baltos' soul.

"It's ......"

Nefari was relieved, clever enough to have some bold guesses about this soul seed of unknown origin.

"Everyone."

Looking up at the black dragons who were still arguing, Nefarian stopped their senseless noise.

"Regardless of whether the person who attacked Baltos is from the Temple of Dragon's Sleep or not, at least he was returned intact to prove that the other party did not intend to be ruthless, and this matter will end here for the time being."

One of the adult black dragons with scars on his face asked in displeasure, "That's it?" Baltos' loss in vain? ”

Nefarian looked at the simple-minded fool with a blank face: "Or else? Do you think that with our current strength, we can fight against the elite of the Dragon Sleep Temple? ”

"If we really have this ability, we won't be chased by the four-colored dragon."

"Or do you plan to use your body as bait to help us lure away the pursuers of the Dragon Sleep Temple, so as to show your dignity as a black dragon?"

"Uh......"

Everyone can say light and beautiful words, but the black dragons present cherish life and will not easily brag about their lives.

"Hmph~"

Nefarian snorted sarcastically, "That's it, if you don't want to be hit hard like Baltos, be honest lately." ”

"Tsk!"

The Black Dragons were very dissatisfied with Nefarian's negative attitude, but considering the current situation of the race, they could actually understand that this was a steady and pragmatic approach.

But understanding is understanding, the black dragons who followed Deathwing across the world in the early years still dislike Nefarian's lack of domineering.

After sending away this group of scolding and disobedient black dragons, Nefarian's eyes became deep.

"Sure enough, my so-called crown prince is just an ornament, and as long as Deathwing is still a day, I can't get their true allegiance."

Rubbing his eyebrows helplessly, Nefarian's expression was a little tired.

"Sure enough, we still have to step up the research of colorful dragons, even if you want to resist, you must first have your own descendant strength."

Putting aside these troubles, Nefarian carefully extracted the seed that contained some kind of information from Baltos's soul.

"Psychic's trick? Interesting. ”

After reading the recorded information in the soul with a solemn expression, Nefarian smiled meaningfully.

"Heh~ is it worthy of the person that Onexia has a crush on, Saljan Deep Shadow? You're really good at getting the most out of it...... Well, if you work together, it's just as you wish. ”

……

By the time Sunderland had completed its delivery mission, joined up with his followers, and began to cross the sea towards the continent of Kalimdor, the four of them had already reached Treasure Bay.

In principle, this port city founded by the Hot Sand Foundation is open to all races and forces.

No matter what faction you come from or what status you have behind your back, as long as you consciously abide by the rules set by Treasure Bay, you can move freely within this neutral city.

Because of this rule, the composition of people who come and go in Treasure Bay is extremely complicated, and many people and forces who are not visible on the table will come here to discuss business.

The Hot Sands Demolition Group took the opportunity to establish a massive black market trade chain, and even the mages of Dalaran and Quel'Salas occasionally came to the black market to see if they could buy the precious contraband they wanted.

Salian has no particular opinion about the black market run by the Hot Sand Consortium.

Existence is reasonable, since this black market has been thriving for so many years, it proves that there are indeed many people who need this special purchase channel.

Salian is not a messenger of justice who does not rub sand in his eyes, and he does not have the leisure to take care of these miscellaneous things that cannot be put on the table.

Ever since the Marquis of Deep Shadow signed an equal trade agreement with the Hot Sand Foundation, Sarjan, as a lord, has become a guest of the Hot Sand Foundation.

Goblins are like that, those who can provide them with gold coins are nobles, and those who can't generate value are waste that is not worth paying attention to.

After Sarjan made a request to Rivigas, the manager of Booty Bay, the leader behind the Blackwater pirates responded as quickly as possible.

A diesel-powered speedboat ignores the merchant and passenger ships lining up at the docks and forcibly cuts into the queue to set sail first.

Some young and ignorant sailors were very dissatisfied with this, and scolded the ship for breaking the rules.

The old fritters next to them hurriedly pressed their mouths: "Don't die!" Can't see the flag on that speedboat? ”

"That's the ship of the Blackwater Pirates, the manager of Treasure Bay, and his own speedboat has urgent business to do, what's so strange about jumping in line?"

Saljan was unaware of the discussion on the dock behind him, and he was not interested.

Rivigazi's private speedboat is running at full speed along the coastline of Thorn Valley Cape and is expected to be in the still-being port of Stormwind before dark.

After being idle on the ship, Onexia, who had recovered his languidness, asked Salian curiously, "Speaking of which, what are you hiding in Baltos's soul?" ”

Salalian smiled meaningfully, "It's just a little bit of information, and if Nefarian really wants to break free from Deathwing's grasp, he should gladly agree to my request." ”

Onexia asked, puzzled, "What request?" ”

"It's simple."

Sarian stretched his somewhat stiff body on the boat: "The establishment Black Dragon's attack on the Black Wing Lair has been put on the agenda, and I ask him to accompany me in this civil war of the Black Dragon Clan. ”