Under the cruel and strict control of Deathwing, Onexia gritted her teeth and endured for many years to have the strength she is today.

However, even during the period when she struggled to survive in the shadow of Deathwing's wings, Onexia did not obey all of his orders, and where there was no harm, she disobeyed many of Deathwing's orders.

Deathwing watched Onexia's little movements, and he chose to turn a blind eye.

Unlike Onexia, who is relatively light-handed, Nefarian, who has always been regarded by Deathwing as the best heir, has no spare strength to fish.

Nefarian was disciplined only more strictly than Onexia, so strict that he didn't even have a chance to express his personality, and had to obey Deathwing.

Over time, Nefarian simply closed his heart and strictly followed Deathwing's requirements to study the so-called colorful dragon for him.

Tens of thousands of years later, when Nefarion, who was obsessed with his research, finally made some breakthroughs in the study of colorful dragons, Deathwing was unrelenting in demanding that he abandon all relevant experiments and instead work on a new, more blasphemous and distorted species of dragons.

Twilight Dragon.

During the millennia of experimenting with the Colorful Dragon, Nefarian hunted and killed a large number of other four-colored dragons as research materials, which led to the number one wanted notice in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep.

Seeing that the research results that had worked so hard were about to go to waste, Nefarian, who thought he had been closed for a long time, finally couldn't hold back.

Through the local battle of capturing the Molten Heart and liberating the Black Iron Dwarves, Nefarian was very subtle to ...... to Sarean Or to show kindness to Onexia.

Maybe he just wanted to leave a way back for himself at that time, but from the perspective of Sarjan, who had a God's perspective and laid out in advance, Nefarian's step happened to widen his future path.

If you follow Deathwing to be a dog to the ancient gods, you are doomed to a dead end.

"...... on this point"

Salian smiled confidently, "I've had a little discussion with Alekstasa before. ”

At that time, she did not give a direct positive reply, only gave some hints about Mohu.

Onexia raised an eyebrow: "What hint?" Difficult? ”

Sarjan shook his head: "It's not up to us to decide whether it's difficult or not. ”

"Nefarian's early crimes are irreversible, and it is impossible for him to return to the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep completely, and the families of the dragons who died under his hands will not agree."

"However, as long as Nefarian can make a big enough contribution to the operation to exterminate the dragon's great traitor Deathwing, and assist the Dragon's Sleep Temple to successfully recover the power of the Earth's Guardian, the decision-making level of the Dragon's Sleep Temple, led by Alekstaza, will not continue to send people to hunt him down."

"At that time, Nefarian, who has been freed from the coercion of Deathwing, will be free to choose his future life."

"This is the official attitude of the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, and from our standpoint......"

Noticing the deep meaning in Sarren's eyes, Onexia suddenly froze.

"As long as Nefarian is not allowed to continue to be evil, can we provide resources in a private name for the research projects he is interested in?"

Salian smiled and nodded: "That's probably it, you can relay this passage to Nefarian as it is, and then ...... It's up to him to decide. ”

……

"Rubbish!"

Annoyed, Akmund kicked a wounded Dreadlord out of his sight.

Before the poor creature could hit the ground, his body disintegrated into a green mist of blood in mid-air.

Akmund had a rare plan to use his brains to figure out what kind of medicine was being sold in the Azeroth's gourd.

However, the Consulder's scouts and spies disappointed him, and after more than a week of inquiry, they were unable to obtain any valuable information.

The more this happened, the more Akmund felt that something was wrong, and his emotions became more and more anxious.

"Useless stuff!"

Akmund paced back and forth in the camp in exasperation: "Do you want me to collect information myself?" What's the use of the Burning Legion raising you bunch of waste! ”

In the face of Akmund's anger, the remaining officers of the demon army were all silent, and none of them dared to answer, but many of them whispered in their hearts.

'Obviously you said that you don't need to raise rats in your army that can only crawl in the shadows, and you smug at Kilgardan for only knowing how to hide behind the scenes and make small moves, and now you blame us for not training professional spy personnel......

Due to differences in personal styles, the resourceful and spy elites of the Burning Legion will not usually choose to be loyal to Akmund, but will gather under the ranks of fraudsters who value their abilities and values more.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

The most of Akmund's subordinates are Manolos's generals who are full of battles, most of them have strong actual combat abilities, but most of them are too lazy to use their brains, and they are done with the boss.

As the so-called art industry has a specialization.

Under the personal management of Valera and Mavi, the intelligence defense line of Mount Hyjal was woven to the core, and the two-knife spies under Akmund could not get any valuable information at all.

Akmund single-handedly brought Azeroth's high-ranking demon officers, and only one demon destroyer, Darlian, was still alive.

Seeing Akmund's eyes full of anger turn to him, Darlian, who had just connected his arm not long ago, suddenly felt a chill in his vest and sighed silently in his heart.

No matter what she thought in her heart, Darrian could only stand up for it at the moment.

"My lord, let me lead the vanguard to test the enemy's reality."

With Darrian's conscious initiative to fight, the anger on Akmund's face finally calmed down slightly.

"Very well, go ahead, I will always be ready to personally come to you, the Burning Legion will not forget ......"

Before Akmund's official words could be finished, four massive dragons with their wings outstretched enough to cover the sky swooped down from the sky at the same time, followed by a dozen or so of their kindred in size.

Feeling the powerful aura of these four dragons, even the daring Akmund's face changed color slightly.

"How daring! Dare to take the initiative to attack! ”

With one hand, he pulled the still somewhat confused Darlian behind him, and Akmund's calm left hand was raised to prop up a dark green barrier of evil energy.

"Aang!!"

Led by the four dragons in the lead, all the incoming dragons spewed colorful dragon breath into the Burning Legion's camp.

Akmund's defensive barrier only protected the demon officer centered on himself, and the ordinary demon soldiers screamed in a panic under the sudden invasion of dragon breath.

Since becoming the Demon Lord second only to Sargeras, Akmund had never been so arrogantly jumped.

After preventing the first wave of dragon breath, Akmund's face turned dark, completely ignoring the demon officers around him, and without saying a word, he pulled his legs and chased after the dragon legion who was trying to evacuate in the wrong direction.

He couldn't swallow this breath because of his arrogance.

"Hooked."

A gleam flashed in Alexta's huge dragon child, who was turning back: "Act according to the plan." ”

"Soridomi, Sinestra, Yinranicus, Taranistaz, and Saragosa, the Dragon Legion is in your command for the time being."

"Brothers and sisters, follow me!"

Akmund, who was chasing the guardian dragons, was not completely carried away by the rage, and as he watched the four largest dragons move separately from the other dragons, he immediately realized that they were intent on separating him from the regular war.

"I'd like to see what you want to do."

Akmund pondered for a moment before stepping forward again: "In the face of absolute strength, the so-called stratagem is just a little cleverness, and I will prove it to Kilgardan with practical actions!" ”

Akmund was not simply hot at the moment, he came to the conclusion that he could hold the situation based on the information provided by Kel'thugad before he was relieved and boldly chased after him.

As Akmund expected, when he followed the four dragons that were gradually descending to a glade, the demigod of the forest that he had always remembered was already waiting there.

"All souls of the forest, please listen to my call!"

As soon as Akmund appeared, Cenarius couldn't wait to raise his hand to cast spells.

Under the contemptuous and playful gaze of the polluters, Cenarius, who looked nervous, catalyzed the plants in the nearby forest, and the frenzied growth of trees completely blocked the path from which Akmund had come.

"That's it?"

Akmund sneered and twisted his neck, looking around at the five demigods who were waiting for him without any pressure.

"You think this alone can hold me back?"

"Who gave you the confidence to stop the mighty polluters!"

"Arrogance!"

The momentum on Akmund's body exploded in full force, and the surrounding forest was ignited by the evil flames that spread from his body, and Akmund, who was shrouded in green flames, shouted in a rebellious voice: "Face the pure flames of the Burning Legion, face me Akmund!" ”