Chapter 219: The birth of the dragon soul

After arriving at the Temple of Wyrmrest, Malfurion succeeded in meeting the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza as a disciple of Cenarius.
"Dear Queen, I am here to seek your help this time. Azeroth is already at stake."
"Make it clear, mortal, what happened on earth." The human form of Alexstrasza frowned. "My sister has suddenly disappeared recently. Is it also related to this?"
"Yes, the demons invaded our world from Golden Azshara-these demons aim to destroy the world. Our Queen Azshara has betrayed us. We need the help of the guardian dragon."
"Mortals, if it is really as you said, the Dragonflight will be duty-bound-but I must confirm that this is not your trick to overthrow your queen. I can't get involved in mortal wars."
"Of course not, Lord Queen." Malfurion shook his head quickly, "Actually, Lord Ysera left here for confirmation."
"What's more, I learned the names of those demons from a friend who claimed to be from the Burning Legion."
"Burning Legion?!" Alexstrasza was shocked and angry, "What's that?"
"I don't know the details of this, but I know that their leader is a hundred times better than my teacher Cenarius."
"If what you said is true, then I think the Dragonflight needs to act."
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Before long, the green dragons sleeping in their dreams and their bodies in the Temple of Wyrmrest woke up, and brought back Ysera's news: This is indeed not a mortal war. The outcome of this war will determine The future of Azeroth.
At this time, the four dragon kings who were still in the Temple of Dragon Sleep had already begun a discussion about demons.
"Actually, I have seen those guys called demons-when combing the magic net near the Well of Eternity." Malygos, who received the news, looked quite calm, "They are not that scary, although there are still a few strengths in them. Not bad, but it is a minority after all."
"A few?" Nesario frowned. "Speak clearly, don't use these ambiguous words."
"Okay, okay, I found a boss who is quite powerful, much better than you." Malygos glanced at his old friend dissatisfiedly, "Of course, better than the great Malygos The gap seems to be called Archimonde or something, don’t worry, Master Malygos only needs to take action, those demons are absolutely nothing to say..."
The latter sentence of Malygos was directly ignored by everyone.
"Better than Nesario?" Alexstrasza looked worried, "what else?"
"There are also a few guys who are a bit worse than us, but there are a lot of this kind of existence-but I believe the Dragon Legion can solve them perfectly."
Malygos's words were rarely agreed to. Unless the individual strength reached the point of the dragon king, the overwhelming dragon could always solve the problem.
"In other words, what we have to face now is only one tricky goal?"
"No, of course not." Malygos sighed. "I think the most troublesome thing is not someone else, but the queen of the night elves, Azshara—I can guarantee that she has more understanding of arcane than me. I really can't figure out why a mortal has such a deep understanding, I even think she..."
The tirade behind Malygos was once again ignored.
"Azshara is indeed a big problem. That arrogant mortal always has a peculiar hostility towards us. Maybe the five of us can work together to destroy her, but if she wants to kill the dragon army, it will be difficult for us to stop it. "
Alexstrasza's words drew the unanimous agreement of the other dragon kings. When the battle can be won, it is always right to seek the least costly method.
"The other thing is that the demon leader has not come. We must end the battle before the demon leader arrives, otherwise we will lose." Alexstrasza remembered Malfurion's words, "It is said that the demon leader is very powerful. , More than Cenarius a hundred times."
Cenarius is Ysera's adopted son, and the dragon king present here has more or more contact with him, more than a hundred times more than Cenarius. If it is true, then maybe the five dragon kings together can't make that one.
This is natural. The Titan who has blessed the Dragon King can only be destroyed in the face of the fallen Sargeras. If this one really comes, Azeroth will definitely be destroyed.
"So, we need to kill with one hit." Neltharion concluded, "We need to gather all our strength and kill Azshara directly."
The dragon kings nodded unanimously.
"Well, let's make a powerful weapon. We will inject the essence of each type of dragon into it, and then we will use this weapon to complete a one-shot blow to Azshara!"
"Cool! Nesario, I didn't expect you to think of such an exciting idea! It is rare that your wooden head is still blooming." Malygos became elated, "The great Malygos I will complete the mission of saving the world with this weapon in my hand. This is so cool, what lines should I say? Stupid mortal? Or ignorant mortal? No, no, the tone is not strong enough..."
For the third time, Malygos, who talked stubbornly, was ignored. The other dragon kings ignored his yy and began to discuss what the weapon should be called.
Finally, at Nesario's proposal, this weapon was named Dragon Soul.
The casting task of the Dragon Soul was handed over to Neltharion. He is the dragon blessed by Khaz'goroth. While mastering the power of the earth, he also has a hand in the casting of weapons~EbookFREE.me~ When Ysera completed her mission and returned to the Temple of Wyrmrest, Neltharion's foundry was finally completed.
Although Malygos had been entangled with Neltharion, asking the Black Dragon King to cast the weapon into a staff, but unfortunately, in the end, Neltharion only took out a black disc.
"Hey, Nesario, what are you doing?" Malygos shook his head and looked quite dissatisfied. "This thing you made obviously degrades the taste of the dragon. Those mortals would think that the dragon has no aesthetics. Is it too late to recast now? You should melt it to make a staff, preferably blue. I can provide the gem on the top..."
Nozdormu, who couldn't bear it, raised the Sands of Time, and Malygos coughed violently.
It is a pity that no one dragon king took care of him, and everyone began to pour their own essence into this disk named Dragon Soul.
No one noticed, Nesario's mouth showed a strange smile. (To be continued.):