Warcraft novel series

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Deathwing's consort Sestra, who was defeated and killed and was graciously resurrected by her husband. Of course, his life will be tied to this twilight fortress, and he will never be able to leave this dark and small space.

The Black Dragon Mother, who had transformed into a human form, could still feel the corrosive pain on her face, and her ferocious gaze could see his desire to kill everyone."Death, I want everyone to die. Even your words have shaken my determination, but you still want to die!" The furious Sestra let out a deafening roar, the sound was enough to make the earth tremble. But he did not transform into a dragon form. Only in the dragon form could he breathe freely and turn all creatures that made him unhappy to ashes.

But this did not prevent him from venting his anger. The moment the bright black sword appeared in his hand, his body seemed to disappear out of thin air, creating a layer of water ripples in the air and never being seen again.."What a complete madman. It's not very rational to kill everyone just to vent his anger." Garona, who muttered to herself, did not relax her vigilance. As a thief, he obviously knew what disappearing meant. What's more, the warning Nasha just gave him had already made him more vigilant.

When the sharp feeling came from behind Garona, Garona relied on her good reflexes to avoid it. It was a bright black color, like a flash of lightning lighting up the dim space."Not a bad reaction, but how many times can you escape that." The low and hoarse voice was full of bloodthirsty. Just as he said, the sword that kept accelerating brought up a black net, which was the preparation of death. The spider webs gave Garona less and less room to escape.

Big drops of sweat kept falling from Garona's forehead, and her green face didn't look good at the moment. Although I am full of confidence in my plan, it is still quite difficult to actually implement it. Garona's plan was simple, to instigate a rebellion against the Black Dragon Mother, who was full of hatred for Deathwing but had to obey his orders, and let him destroy the entire Twilight Fortress.

Although he had no intention of helping Xavier and Gidwin, Garona, who was pulled into the battle and had to fight for her life, had to stand with the leaders of the two coalition forces to challenge her own destiny. In the deep darkness Looking for a glimmer of hope in the whirlpool of fate with no direction.

The splashing metal sparks are like fireworks in the sky, and the brief beauty is followed by eternal silence. This just shows the situation of Garona at this moment. The black sword heavily suppressed Garona's short dagger, so that the most outstanding female assassin had to submit to the strong power. Garona, who was tightly pressed against the wall, looked at the black sword that could break through the defense of her dagger at any time and insert it into her body to end her life. There was still a trace of disdain on the corner of her mouth,"You win, Mother of the Black Dragon, Deathwing's consort Sestra."

When Garona called out his name, the master of the sword was slightly shaken. At least it could be felt that the pressure from the black sword had weakened. Stella wavered."Why, why do you know my name, and don't mention his name." The emotional fluctuations in Sestra's voice can be felt by anyone, and Garona is no exception. Just listen to him continue to speak in depth,"Why don't you know that your life is a tragedy? You were killed by the Twilight Dragon you created, and then your husband used the research results. In the end, even your body was used by him again and became The puppet who guards this place. Your sad history is very clear in the records of the ancient gods. It is the history of Azeroth. The ancient demigods know everything that has happened in this world, just like Noz It's the same as Dom knowing what happened on the Road of Time. Although they can't change these things, it does not prevent them from recording what has happened to warn future generations."

Garona's words shook the mother of the black dragon, and also made the mother who had been hiding Nasha was shaken in the dark, and he, who had been watching a show, felt a small wave of emotion in his heart. It is a worry about one's own future destiny, and at the same time, it is also a longing for a little bit of light in those deep darkness. For a high-level cultist who is deeply immersed in twilight, it is abnormal in itself to still have such feelings. If such emotional fluctuations are known to other twilight cultists, his fate can only be Deprived of their souls, they were thrown into the abyss of hell like the lowest slaves to serve as sacrifices to the ancient gods.

But Nasha is lucky. As the highest-level ascendant, he has special rights. His actions are directly under the orders of C'Thun, the ancient god, and his actions are not restricted. Perhaps it was because of this privilege that he had enough time to get close to human life, and his dark and cold heart gradually melted in the light.

Ignoring Nasha, the Black Dragon Mother had obviously made a new move. The angry Black Dragon Mother finally couldn't control her emotions. His sword was deeply embedded in the rock, and one hand transformed into a dragon's claw. Garona's throat. The angry roar was overwhelming, as if Garona's throat was about to be ripped out at the next moment."I don't allow you to mention his name again, never, ahhhhhh!" Apparently Sestra has begun to feel abnormal. His increasingly strong claws have already made Garona feel the embrace of death, and her blood gradually fades away. His face and eyes began to protrude, as if they were about to explode in the next moment.

But none of this happened, just because of Nasha's actions. An equally dark dagger pierced Sestra's heart, sinking deeply into it. There was no blood, no heart-wrenching screams, just mania and anger."Stupid creatures, you are all going to die! All of you are going to die!" In rage, Sestra began to transform into a dragon form, and used his tail to whip Nasha away. Nasha, who hit the wall hard, didn't look good-looking, and there was a smile on her pale face as she spat out a mouthful of blood."How could I be so kind to save my opponent? This is so strange." The person holding Nasha's body was Garona. The orc assassin who was also struggling to escape from the brink of death was in absolutely no condition. It won't be better than Nasha. There was no trace of blood on his stiff face, but the same smile as Nasha was hanging on his lips at the moment."Isn't it strange? Let's ask for it back when we can survive."

The two people supported her and fled the battlefield, leaving only the crazy Sestra. The mother of the black dragon, who was gradually unable to control her emotions, began to call piously,"Power, I want power, anyone can do it, give me power!" The body of Sestra, who was calling frantically, returned to a giant dragon and began to crack. The orange-yellow acid-like substance began to flow out of his body.

When these strange yellow substances combined with the dust on the ground, they began to change. The mud wrapped in yellow liquid solidified into the shapes of dragons. Dragonmen are the most basic fighting force of the Dragon Clan. They have powerful attacks. In addition to flying and breathing, they can use their claws to tear apart every life they see. What's more, the stone dragon people are not afraid of death."Go, kill every life you see, no one can live, no one, no one can!" Sestra's roar was deafening, resounding throughout the Twilight Fortress, but Cho'gall, the real master here, At this moment, he didn't care about this weird behavior at all. Because he was also busy, he wanted to teach the two coalition leaders who dared to challenge him, so that they could enjoy the last bit of pleasure before death.