Rise of the blood elves

303【Onyxia's Wrath】

To be honest, regardless of appearance and temperament, Katrana is unique.As a normal man, it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no reaction.

But when I thought that Katlana's true form was a black dragon that ate people without spitting out bones, whatever fire was in her heart was extinguished.

"Ma'am, please don't do this." Angmar reached out and grasped her collar with an extremely firm attitude.

Katrana ignored Angmar's resistance, slowly but unstoppably pushed away his palm with a slender finger, and gently stroked the scar.

The feeling like an electric shock quickly spread from the point of contact to the whole body. Before Angma could be intoxicated, he felt that the blood in his body was boiling in an instant. In the intense pain, he suddenly realized that Onyxia was there. What touched was that way

Dragon blood burn marks.

Damn it, I actually forgot about this

My thoughts flew back to a few months ago

When he, Jaina, two legendary paladins, and a group of Dalaran mages and members of the Knights of the Silver Hand went to the Tomb of Tyr to search for artifacts, the Eternal Dragons suddenly attacked and tried to bury everyone in the water. in the tomb

A figure obscured by quicksand unexpectedly helped everyone solve the crisis.There is also a blue dragon, a bronze dragon, and a black dragon that is eager to eat Angmar alive, as if he has a burning hatred for her.

The black dragon was injured in the previous battle. When he stared at Angmar, the dragon's blood dripped into his collar, burning a scar that could not be healed. If it weren't for that figure recalling He killed the black dragon and finally rode it away. Angmar could guarantee that it would definitely bite him to satisfy his hatred.

Under the influence of Deathwing and the Old Gods, the Black Dragon clan fell.The only one who was not affected was Wrathion, who hatched from the dragon egg that was purified by Alexstrasza and other transcendent beings.Who that black dragon was, Angmar didn't know.

But he has always suspected that the figure shrouded in quicksand may be his future self, and that he used some unfair means in the process of subduing the black dragon. Otherwise, it is completely impossible to explain why the black dragon became so angry when he saw him. look

The burn mark left on the collarbone was so insignificant that Angmar subconsciously ignored it. Before heading to the Kingdom of Stormwind, he didn't even think about whether Onyxia would notice it.

At this moment, he was filled with regret. He looked at Katrana, who was face to face with him, trying to remain natural and pretending to be so gracious that he couldn't resist. His mind was racing and he was thinking about how to deal with it.

As long as the matter has not been revealed and Katrana does not reveal her true identity on her own, there is still room for change.

But contrary to what he thought, Katlana's palm actually clasped his neck vaguely, her expression instantly changed from the charming and seductive one to cold, and the terrifying aura evaporated instantly, and even A whirlwind blew up in the bedroom, and he said with an evil expression: "Can you tell me where this scar came from? Why can't I remember when my blood dropped on a mortal body?"

As she spoke, she no longer hid her true identity, and the shadow of a black dragon appeared behind her, and her pupils also turned into the vertical pupils that were unique to black dragons, like poisonous snakes.

Angmar took a breath of cold air. He didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​​​acting out a complete performance. He only had one word left in his mind: escape. He immediately gathered all his magic power, shortened the teleportation radius as much as possible, and directly launched a random teleportation spell to escape.

There was a soft sound, blue light flashed, and Angmar disappeared.

"He ran pretty fast."

Katrana snorted coldly, without showing too much surprise. She brushed her fingers over the place where Angmar had just stood, as if holding a ball of breath, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed twice, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. Together they disappeared into the light of the teleportation spell.

During the transmission, he kept thinking about Katrana's words

own blood

The black dragon that appeared over the Tomb of Tyr was Onyxia. That’s too much.

After the world was spinning, Angmar broke away from the teleportation spell, suddenly cast heavy protective spells on himself, and looked around while resisting the dizziness.

Random teleportation spells are the mage's last life-saving weapon. The victory lies in the disorder. The casting speed is extremely fast, which is not very suitable for the environment in which the school is tested.As long as it is successfully activated, not even the caster himself knows where he will be teleported, let alone the pursuing enemy.

But for a terrifying existence like Onyxia, Angmar was not completely sure. He brought up the news of 12 points and carefully observed everything around him.

A strong fishy smell hit his face. As his vision gradually became clearer, he found that he was in a very open underground cave. Judging from the smell, it might be the lair of a beast, but in any case, the owner of the cave could not be better than Oni. Keshia is more dangerous.

After letting go of his senses and investigating carefully, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Onyxia didn't follow.

that

Where is this?

The cave is very hot, and magma continuously gushes out from the surrounding fissures, forming a slowly flowing stream of magma. It bubbles and gushes, giving the rock wall a layer of dim dark red light. In addition, There was silence everywhere, and the atmosphere was somewhat strange.

Angmar frowned.

For some reason, this place always gave him a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had been here countless times.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly heard a sharp and loud howl. He followed the sound and saw a young black dragon, flapping its small wings, staring at his big watery eyes, looking at him curiously from a distance. .

Beyond the young dragon, in the cooling lava at the far end, there are dragon eggs neatly stacked. A group of four-legged dragon beasts are walking through them, knocking this one, moving that one, and taking care of the black dragon offspring that are about to hatch.

黑

black baby dragon egg

Angmar was instantly petrified.

After searching all over Azeroth, there are only a handful of places where these two things exist and are cited as lairs by the black dragon.

The Black Dragon Holy Land in Dragonblight, the upper level of the Blackstone Tower used by Nefarian to conduct colorful draconic experiments, is also known as the Blackwing Lair, and there is another

It's Onyxia's lair in Dustwallow Marsh.

Angmar looked at the top of the high cave and felt that the blood in his body was half cold. No wonder he felt familiar. Isn't this the same place?

Onyxia's lair?

"You can't escape my grasp, dear prophet, just surrender. Maybe I will be merciful and spare your life."

A pleasant voice came from behind. Angmar took a deep breath, turned around as if giving up completely, and asked:

"How did you know I was a prophet?"

"Everyone knows about you. My father has mentioned you a thousand times if not ten thousand times. Besides, you really think that I am blind and know nothing about what happened in Mount Hyjal."

"Katlana" gently scratched the neck of a clingy baby dragon with her fingers. The latter hummed in comfort and kept pushing its mouth toward Katlana's chest, like a little beast waiting to be fed.Seeing this, Angma felt a deep sense of disobedience in her heart, secretly thinking that the Dragon Clan has no milk. It seems that no matter what race it is, as long as it is transformed into a human form, it will always be the place where the brilliance of motherhood is most displayed.

"So, you will know who I am as soon as we meet, okay. We are not in conflict with each other. If you continue to corrupt your Kingdom of Stormwind, as long as the Kingdom of Stormwind can participate in the Northern Expedition, I will not take it as your fault."

"Snapped".

"Katlana" stretched out her left hand and snapped her fingers.

Angmar only felt that his thoughts were stagnant. Not only was he unable to speak, but the spell models he had just constructed in his mind were all dissipated, and he could no longer gather any mana.

Even the essence of the Sunwell, which far exceeded ordinary arcane energy, was suppressed and motionless.Only the golden quicksand was still flowing unimpeded in his veins

Angmar, who realized the terror of Onyxia, was horrified that the other party actually locked up his spellcasting ability in an understatement.

Nefarian and Onyxia are both the most outstanding sons and daughters of Deathwing. In terms of strength, they are second only to the five Aspect Dragons.Although it can never be compared to the guardian dragon blessed by the Titans, it is many times more powerful than other ordinary dragons.Even some relatively weak demi-lings, regardless of their ability diversity, are not as good as these two "people" in terms of combat effectiveness.

Under the shock of Long Wei, every muscle in Angmar's body trembled, his heart stopped beating, and his chest diaphragm stopped beating the bellows-like chest to inhale the oxygen necessary for his life.

Suddenly, he felt the presence of the quicksand of time.It's like a drowning person got a chance to breathe, grabbed the last straw, and frantically tried to use this as a source of mana to reconstruct a teleportation spell to break through Onyxia's blockade of space and escape.

His mastery of time spells is still very superficial, and he only uses it on the most basic surface. He rashly uses it as a source to construct a teleportation spell that was developed in other fields of original power and can only be constructed from arcane energy. In fact, it is extremely dangerous. , there is always the risk of death due to backlash.

But now the situation is precarious, and there is only one way out, so there is no room for thinking too much.

"Katlana" curled her lips, looked down at her left hand casually, gently blew away the dust that had been stuck on the nail of her middle finger for some time, and said softly:

"In my impression, or in my father's stories, the prophet is always so powerful. So powerful that even the guardian dragon like him doesn't dare to attack it directly. Why, the current prophet can only use it on one side. Are the words in your head diverting other people's attention while secretly casting spells?"

She retracted her left hand and walked toward Angmar with graceful steps.

"My father always said that the Prophet is the most special existence in Azeroth. He has a unique soul. He rose up in an unknown era and then plunged into the vortex of time, leading the history of Azeroth."

"Katlana" stopped in front of the immobile Angmar and looked at him up and down, like a beast standing at the top of the food chain looking at its prey.

"I'm really lucky. I actually met the prophet himself who has not yet grown up. You tell me, why shouldn't I take the opportunity to get rid of you who has brought great trouble to the black dragon clan?" She narrowed her eyes, put one hand on her waist, and lightly touched the other. He tapped Angmar's chest lightly.

The posture is charming, but the words are extremely cold. The contrast between one before and after is so terrifying.

"However, before I kill you, I still have many questions that I would like you to answer. For example, whether my father really died, if he survived, where did he go, and where did this scar come from?"

"Katlana" touched the scar on Angmar's collarbone again through the clothes.

"No, I won't kill you. My brother's colorful dragon experiment inspired me. I'm very curious about whether and what kind of offspring I will give birth to after mating with you."

"Katlana" licked her lips gently, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"It's really exciting to be united with a prophet with the most special soul. My heirs will definitely inherit your specialness and bring me unparalleled power."

While Onyxia spoke, Angmar finally completed the construction of the spell.

"Onyxia, you want to know where this scar came from"

Onyxia was stunned, surprised that Angmar had actually gotten rid of the restrictions of magic. With a wave of her hand, she constructed several more shackles spells, but they did not restrict his ability to speak. She tilted her head with interest and asked : "Say it, if it satisfies me, maybe you can suffer less physical pain."

Angmar smiled and whispered in her ear: "Because in the future, you will become mine."

"Kick, lower, play with things."

After saying that, he suddenly activated the time spell, shook away the shackles, quickly retreated, and fell into a portal that suddenly appeared behind him, filled with yellow sand and filled with thousands of scenery.

"Katlana" reacted very quickly, reaching out and grabbing Angmar's robe, but as the portal closed, the corner of the robe was also cut off.

Losing her strength, she couldn't help but staggered. Looking at Angmar who had disappeared and the remaining half of the robe in her hand, her face changed coldly. Finally, she dropped the corner of her clothes and roared to the sky angrily.

The shadow of a black dragon emerged, and the terrifying sound shook the entire cave. Magma spurted out from every gap. Incalculable amounts of earth and rocks fell down, hitting the fragile dragon eggs. The dragon beasts were in pain. The ground covered his head, but he was afraid of being punished by his master and did not dare to leave. He could only endure the impact of the earth and rocks and protect the dragon egg below.

After her anger subsided a little, "Katlana" was still upset. When she saw the half piece of clothes, she suddenly had an idea, picked it up in her hand and began to think about it.After a while, she smiled, cast the teleportation spell again, and stepped into the portal back to Stormwind City.