In order to use this elemental tide to achieve his goal of turning over the salted fish, Enzos hid alone in the depths of the dark sea and planned for thousands of years.

When Cthun was about to be defeated by the Quicksand Alliance, the Demon of a Thousand Eyes asked Enzos for help, but he did not lend a helping hand to avoid setting himself on fire.

Yugsaron also asked Enzos for help when he was watched by a group of Titan Guardians, but still did not receive any response.

After surviving the death of two of his more powerful compatriots, Enzos is the only remaining orthodox god of the ancients in Azeroth.

Gohorn?

Of course, Enzos, who had been taken away by a cow, knew of his existence, but in the eyes of the Demon of a Thousand Beards, the artifact born in the Titan Labs was nothing more than a clumsy imitation, and it was embarrassing.

In order to achieve the ultimate goal of escaping the cage and dominating Azeroth, for Enzos, this time the elemental tide cannot be missed.

Except for Varosson, the Nightmare King, who was still hiding in a corner to recuperate, Enzos turned over all the hole cards in his hand.

The next morning, just as Sarren and his party were about to continue their departure after a night's rest, the Ring of the Earth once again sent an urgent report from the stronghold near the Great Vortex.

This time, the problem is not in the Earth Elemental Realm, but in the depths of Azeroth.

Hundreds of strange dragon creatures with dark purple scales poured out from the bottom of the sea, and the shamans of the Ring of the Earth said that they had never seen a dragon with such strange scales before.

"Dark Purple Scaled ......"

Sarjan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Twilight Dragon?" I thought Deathwing didn't finish the research before the plan started, but it did. ”

Due to Nefarian, the chief scientist of the black dragon family, the progress of Twilight Dragon's research will inevitably be greatly affected.

Saljan guessed that it was Deathwing who had to join the research team to take the lead.

As it was only a glimpse, the shamans of the Ring of Earth were unclear about the characteristics and actual combat power of the Twilight Dragon.

According to them, the Twilight Dragons who had rushed out of the sea had split into several squads, each heading in different directions.

Two of the Twilight Dragons flew to the west to Kalimdor, and the other four traveled to the Eastern Kingdoms together.

Saljan smacked his lips a little irritably: "Tsk! It's at this time. ”

"There's no way, let's split up."

Salaan bowed his head and muttered for a moment before adjusting his arrangements and re-ordering: "One of the Twilight Dragons will definitely rush to Quel'Thalas to support Deathwing, Valeera, the Eternal Song Forest will be handed over to you, and you can call for reinforcements from the Temple of Dragon's Sleep if necessary." ”

Dragons don't easily intervene in disputes between mortal nations, and Sarean has no intention of changing this iron law that has been passed down from the primeval times since he took over the Temple of Dragon's Sleep.

However, this time the operation involves the dragons' traitor, Deathwing, and his twisted creations, and the dragons have a very good reason to step in.

Valera nodded solemnly and said, "It's not realistic to kill Deathwing in the Eternal Song Forest, but I will find a way to repel this round of Twilight Dragon's attack as soon as possible." ”

Without waiting for the others to react, Valera activated the spatial power and left on the spot.

Sidai LS Ryan turned her head to look at the little star with the same serious expression: "You immediately return to the Dragon Sleep Temple to coordinate in the center, I have a hunch that this round of Twilight Dragon's attack will spread widely, and it is up to you to deploy mobile reinforcements to various places." ”

"I see."

Stella Gosa nodded solemnly, and immediately launched the teleportation technique to return to the Dragonbone Wilderness far away in Northrend.

"Last ......"

Salian looked at Onexia, who sighed helplessly: "Don't sigh, in the face of this global crisis, you don't think you can stay out of the fish, right?" ”

"Heh~" Onexia shook her head with a wry smile: "I know, what do you need me to do, just say it." ”

"Help me connect with Nefaryan, who is the former leader of the Twilight Dragon research project, and he must know all about the strengths and weaknesses of the Twilight Dragon."

"We must learn about their strengths and flaws as soon as possible before a full-scale conflict with the Twilight Dragons breaks out."

"Okay, I'll go...... But I still need your help. ”

Onexia spread her hands helplessly: "I'm not like Valera and Little Star who can teleport autonomously. ”

……

Ever since Nefarian had returned to his disfigurement, he and Inas had returned to the Blackwing Blood Ring, Nefarian's true core laboratory, located at the top of Mount Blackstone.

Even Deathwing didn't know that his precious son had secretly carved a mountain to build a secret laboratory, and that it was built under the nose of the Blackwing Lair that he had given to Nefarian for safekeeping.

Don't say it, this trick is really easy to use under the light.

So far, at least, the fallen black dragons under Deathwing's command have not discovered the existence of the Blackwing Blood Ring.

Since Nefarian jumped away, the influence of the Blackwing Lair has not been as great as it used to be.

To this day, this important stronghold of fallen black dragons is still inhabited by many black dragons, and they still hold the pathetic group of slaves of the Blackstone (Blacktooth) orcs.

However, due to the lack of high-end combat power, the black dragons of the Black Wing's Nest no longer dare to fly as they did before, and they are even restrained when they act inside the Black Rock Mountain.

In the past, there were two bigwigs in Blackstone Mountain who supported the two mortal forces, one was the doppelganger of Ragnaros, the king of the fire demons, and the other was Nefarian, the crown prince of the Black Dragon.

Ragnaros's doppelganger was killed by the coalition forces gathered by Sarean, and Nefarian unwittingly escaped into the Blackwing Blood Ring higher up.

The Black Iron Dwarf and the Black Stone Orc, who used to fight each other under the command of the big guy behind the scenes, have been unprecedentedly safe in recent years.

The difference between the two is that the Black Iron Dwarf, who hugged the Alliance's thigh, took the initiative to shift the political center to the side of the Three Hammers Council in Ironforge.

The Black Iron Dwarves who stayed behind in the Black Stone Abyss were only about thirty percent of their peak.

A considerable number of the Black Iron Dwarves were tired of the dark life underground, and moved to live in the Black Rock Plains and Scorching Canyons beyond the Black Rock Mountains.

Others, led by Dagran Sorison and Moira, moved to Ironforge, the true political center of the Kazmodan Kingdom.

Compared with the Black Iron Dwarves who take the initiative to let go, the Black Stone Orcs who have no autonomy can only be passive and low-key.

Without Nefarian behind them, the fallen black dragons who stayed behind in the Black Wing's nest lacked confidence, and they always felt that the Temple of Dragon's Sleep might come at any time.

In order to minimize the chance of being targeted by the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, these black dragons can only clamp their tails to be dragons until Deathwings returns.

And as Deathwing burst out of the maelstrom and returned to Azeroth, the nest of Blackwings, which had been low-key for a long time, finally stood up again...... At least on the surface.

"It's noisy!!"

When Onexia was teleported directly into the Black Wing Blood Ring by Sarjan, he immediately heard Nefarian's irritated roar.

"Hey~" Inas, who was also so noisy by the ghost crying god downstairs that she couldn't concentrate, sighed helplessly: "Bear with me, who asked you to choose the laboratory here." ”

"Hehe~"

Onexia hooked the corners of her mouth with some schadenfreude: "My dear brother, you don't seem to be having a good time lately." ”

Nefarian rolled his eyes at her irritably, "You didn't just come here to see my jokes, did you?" If you have something to say, just say it. ”

Onexia shrugged with a smile: "Refreshing, then I won't go around in circles." ”

"I want information about the Twilight Dragon, the more detailed the better."

"Oh?"

Nefarian touched his chin thoughtfully: "No wonder those stupid dicks have been making such a fuss lately...... Deathwing is back with the Twilight Dragon? ”

"Interesting." Nefarian subconsciously paced back and forth in the lab, his face full of curiosity, "How the hell did he solve the fatal genetic defects left by the Twilight Dragon?" Or is it ...... Didn't solve it at all? ”

A gleam flashed in Onexia's eyes: "Fatal genetic defect? Dear Giegie, please elaborate on this topic. ”

"Hiss~"

Nefarian, who was brainstorming, was so frightened by Onexia's deliberately spurring voice that his hair stood on end.

“…… You're normal, I'm scared. ”