Malygos!
I see you have a fierce face, a simple skeleton, and a green grassland on your head. Your wife was ridden by Arthas as a mount, and you even let the idiot ride you, so dragon liches, bone dragons, etc. are not suitable for you.
Yes, bird! Ghost Dragon is good!
Green Ghost Dragon King!
So classy!
Go quickly!
Duke has made up his mind to kill Malygos in the Nexus.
Otherwise, it would not be fun to let Malygos join forces with Arthas.
After all, Malygos is also a king.
If the two kings rged and Arthas beca the Ice Dragon Knight, the power would be too great.
You know, this is not the concept of one plus one equals two. It can be three or four in a mont.
Although Ershazi is aweso, the lack of super powerful magic skills is a hurdle that he cannot avoid as a Death Knight. Once Malygos gets into the trap, it’s really unimaginable.
Duke must strike first.
For the army of Wyrmrest Temple, the distance is only one or two hundred kiloters, so it will only take a short while to arrive.
The Nexus - a blue dragonflight lair located in the center of the Coldarra Highlands in the northwest of Borean Tundra.
The tower is surrounded by countless arcane energies similar to lightning, and is full of dark ice buildings and ice spikes hanging straight down.
Several ancient blue dragons led a small number of blue dragon troops, hanging outside the Demon Nexus. In front of the huge Wyrmrest Alliance, these hundreds of blue dragons were simply not enough.
"Lord Alexstrasza, Lord Nozdormu, Lord Ysera, Lord Onyxia, even if you have the status of guardian dragons, bringing a dragon army to the Nexus is still an offense to the blue dragonflight." The leading ancient dragon lowered his head slightly.
"Alegos! You have nothing to do here! Let Malygos co out to see ! Otherwise, I must see him today even if I have to dismantle the Nexus!" Alexstrasza didn’t buy it at all and didn’t give the ancient blue dragon any chance to play tricks.
Duke squinted his eyes as he looked at the blue dragon, and the words "haha" popped up in his mind: In the original history, this guy failed in the competition with Kalec and defected to the Twilight Legion. As a result, he was stabbed from the back by Blackmoore from another ti and space, and his blood was used to activate the Focusing Iris, a large nuclear bomb.
Now Duke just smiled and said nothing.
Half of the Blue Dragonflight is a bunch of scumbags, and half is weaklings. There are so many things to complain about that Duke doesn’t even know where to start.
Over there, they faced the aggressive Red Dragon Queen, three guardian dragons, and their own ’traitor’ Kalecgos with a group of opponents.
Even Alygos can’t bear it!
He said, "Okay, I’ll go ask His Majesty Malygos."
Then a big drama of ’slip away’ was staged.
Damn, when it flew away, even its tail was drooping.
Originally, Duke thought that Malygos would not co out. In Duke’s imagination, anyone with a little bit of brains would choose to escape directly, or even kidnap a large number of blue dragons and escape to Icecrown Glacier.
But I don’t know whether it was because Arthas did not completely control Malygos, or if he simply gave him ntal hints and did not take final action.
The entire Demonic Hub suddenly shook violently.
The surrounding clouds were all shaken away by the surging arcane energy.
After a burst of dazzling purple-blue arcane energy blood like a flower, a huge blue dragon flew out from the wide-open magic gate of the Demonic Hub.
"Ah——"
I really don’t know whether it is Malygos’ IQ of 50 that drives him, or his mind is still stuck in the past ten thousand years ago, thinking that he is still the master of all things, the sacred guardian dragon worshipped by all living beings.
Anyway, Duke felt no emotion at all when being stared at by those pair of golden vertical pupils. Instead, he seed to be smiling.
Malygos opened his mouth and revealed his fangs. "Haha! My brothers and sisters! Are you also here to witness Edmund Duke, the despicable man who desecrated the sacred magic field and claid to be a demigod of the magic network, commit suicide in front of ?"
Duke... was out of the show instantly.
Please forgive Duke. Even though he is the best actor in Dark Portal Azeroth from the first to the twenty-sixth period, Duke still has the urge to not act anymore.
Alexstrasza was about to say sothing when Duke interrupted her: "Malygos, do you know what this thing is?"
After saying that, Duke raised the thing in his hand high, and then Duke, supported by the wind elent, slowly flew towards Malygos.
"Oh?" Malygos looked at Duke with indifference. He stared coldly at the thing in Duke’s hand. Although he knew he didn’t recognize it at first glance, he enjoyed the feeling of looking down at the tiny Duke from a high position.
After a long while, he replied leiSuraely: "I don’t recognize him! What’s the problem?"
Duke was not annoyed. "This thing is called the Soul Box. It contains the soul of a great Draenei Holy Light Master. Perhaps you don’t know that he was Lord Velen, who resolutely fought against the two commanders of the Burning Legion, Archimonde and Kil’jaeden, 25,000 years ago. He was known as one of the three great eredar masters at that ti."
"Huh?" Malygos, with an indifferent look, still didn’t know what he was going to face.
On the contrary, the dragon’s face, which still looked full of life, had an expression as if it was waiting to watch a show.
After seeing this scene, Duke didn’t want to continue acting.
Duke shouted: "If you have fallen, then please accept the punishnt of the Holy Light!"
After saying that, a golden light suddenly burst out from the Soul Box.
The brilliant holy light instantly covered the entire Demonic Hub area.
It was bright and glorious like the rising sun, but the entire Wyrmrest Legion, including almost all the blue dragons, felt nothing at all.
Holy light is a typical sacred spiritual energy.
It will do no harm to the justice formation or even the neutrals. On the contrary, those with good intentions will be encouraged and enjoy additional combat power bonus.
99.99% of dragons are nothing.
Except for one dragon—the mighty King of Magic Malygos!
"Wow - despicable human! You...you...what did you do to !?" The blue dragon king, who was almost half the size of a town, flapped his wings desperately. The arcane energy rolling under his wings was like psychedelic colorful clouds.
When these colorful clouds ford turbulence and dissipated in the air, the splashed clusters of arcane light had already ford arcane missiles of varying powers.
When these highly concentrated arcane barrages fell to the ground, the entire open space in front of the Demonic Nexus was bombarded by elental bombs, and there were horrific continuous explosions everywhere.
All the dragons hovering in the sky were stunned, and many of them almost forgot to flap their wings and fell down.
Every dragon eye could clearly see that there was a huge rotten wound on Malygos’ chest...
That circular wound was so huge... Putting aside the dark aura surrounding the wound, the size of the wound alone, which was big enough for a carriage to drive through, was shocking even to a giant dragon.
In the eyes of the blue dragons following Malygos, their boss had just lost a scale on his chest, leaving a sword scar. In the eyes of the dragons, this injury was no more serious than a mosquito bite on a human.
But in front of Grandpa Velen’s extrely pure holy light, all disguises lost their aning.
The dark power of Frostmourne not only penetrated Malygos’ chest muscles, but also pierced his heart. The Blue Dragon King had actually died at the mont of being stabbed by the sword, and it was purely the heart that continued to move under the drive of the dark power that kept Malygos alive on the surface.
Arthas was very cunning and did not let his power seep into Malygos’ blood. He only captured the heart of the Dragon King and influenced Malygos’ will.
Malygos, who was already suffering from a serious ntal disorder, did not even realize that he had been manipulated and thought that it was a decision made by his own will.
If it weren’t for Duke’s holy light at the beginning, Alexstrasza, who was kind-hearted, might have been deceived by Malygos and thought that his brother was just having another ntal breakdown instead of betraying the way of protection.
The power of holy light and shadow have never been compatible.
Perhaps it is possible to transform holy light and shadow into each other like Duke did, but it is absolutely impossible for them to exist in the sa place at the sa ti.
Malygos’ chest muscles, which seed to still be alive on the surface but had actually already stepped into the realm of death, lted directly under the holy light, revealing his dark heart which was in fierce conflict with the power of the holy light but was still beating.
"Wow! Even if he is the Dragon King, with such injuries, I’m afraid..." On the surface, Onyxia was concerned about Malygos. The black dragon princess, who was not a good person by nature, had no interest in this kind of emotional car accident scene. She was actually reminding Alexstrasza and the other three guardian dragons in disguise that it was ti to work.
shock!
sad!
Heartbroken!
She didn’t want to admit it, but she had already experienced cruel betrayal once before. Malygos’ passive betrayal made Alexstrasza feel better: Oh, he was actually forced to do it. He fell into the Lich King’s tricks and sorcery...
Nozdormu was the first to accept reality.
As the Dragon King of Ti and Space, he had already seen countless futures.
In those historical divergent side stories, Malygos had died aninglessly and gotten himself into trouble so many tis that he was too lazy to complain about it.
As the guardian of ti and space appointed by the titans, he must remain absolutely silent.
Even if the baby is feeling sad, he cannot reveal the truth.
So when Nozdormu saw Malygos beco like this in the main tiline, he was a little surprised, but more relieved.
Killing a dead brother is always less psychologically burdenso than beating him to death.
It was Ysera who sighed next: "My brother, let help you free yourself from this crazy nightmare."
The situation was set, and although Alexstrasza was reluctant, as the leader of the five-colored dragons, she had the awareness of being a role model.
Raising the dragon’s head, her voice spread across the sky: "Malygos - my brother. I deeply sympathize with your experience. But the duty given to by the titans forces to announce here that the Wyrmrest Temple officially relieves you of your duty to guard the dragon. Next, we will purify you as a blaspher! Accept the divine punishnt, and then rest your soul -"
Malygos was disheveled in the wind.
In fact, he was the one who suffered the most!
Where is the King of Magic?
How co I suddenly went from being a high and mighty guardian dragon to being a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to kill?
The determination of his brothers and sisters; the ancient dragons of various colors who were originally doubtful but now have firm eyes; and the blue dragon subordinates who were originally obedient are now shrinking back...
He used to think that the whole world revolved around him, but now he suddenly felt that the whole world was full of hostility towards him.
Malygos was already a little insane, and now he is even more unable to accept reality.
"Why? Why! Why!?"
This is a question Malygos asks himself, and also a question he asks his forr brothers and sisters.
Alexstrasza’s eyes were filled with sadness. Malygos used to be such a positive and optimistic blue dragon.
It’s really hard to look back now.
"My brother...Looking back, your glory ended ten thousand years ago!"
Yes! Everything was dood when the arrogant Malygos, despite being severely weakened, still went all out to take revenge on Neltharion with almost the entire blue dragon army 10,000 years ago.
Destined to be crazy, confused, and dood!
One thing or another, it always leads the ntally ill Malygos to a dead end.
This curse-like fate made Alexstrasza sigh.
It’s not that Duke didn’t remind her, but she was always emotional and blinded by family affection.
The Red Dragon Queen roared to the sky, which was an attack order for the entire Wyrmrest coalition!
Kalecgos at least had a brilliant performance. He rushed towards the blue dragons that had been loyal to Malygos, shouting, "Fellow blue dragons, our king is long dead. He is now a servant of the Lich King! If you don’t want to beco a corpse dragon and be buried with him, surrender imdiately! Descend, lie on the ground, and display the emblem of Wyrmrest Temple!"
This is the Blue Dragon version of surrendering your weapons without being killed.
Perhaps Malygos, the king, had broken the hearts of his subordinates over the past ten thousand years. If it weren’t for his participation in killing Neltharion, not many blue dragons would have taken him seriously.
Now that the old king was dead and had beco a slave of the Lich King, naturally there wouldn’t be many blue dragons who would be loyal to him. They were even more cowardly than stray dogs, falling rapidly, lying on the ground, and bowing their noble heads to the Wyrmrest Alliance, which represented the supre military force of the Wyrmrest Temple.
"No! I’m not dead! I’m clearly still alive! My heart is still beating! Why are you all looking at like that?!" In the sky, facing the four guardian dragons surrounding him, Malygos was still arguing to himself neurotically.
At this mont, an evil and vast will suddenly descended.
He - has the deepest breath of death, the coldest fluctuations of will, and the most evil and chilling voice.
Of course, he is the mastermind behind this incident - the Lich King Arthas!
A huge illusory head appears behind Malygos.
"Malygos! From the mont you ca to the Frozen Throne, you have been mine! Yes, you are already dead! It was I, the great Lich King, who personally bestowed upon you eternal death!" Arthas, whose face was covered by a blue-black icy helt, had only two dark blue eyes flashing.
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