Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Onyxia...

Why did she die?

Sylvanas could barely breathe. She leaned on the window sill and burst into tears.

She looked at the tears falling and didn't know why she was crying.

only...

Very sad.

It wasn't just because of Onyxia that she was crying. It was as if countless things that had been entangled for a long time came out at once, making her unable to stop the tears.

"Kael'thas..."

Sylvanas pronounced the name in a low voice, without any sadness in her voice.

"Ok?"

The other party seemed to hear her answer and responded slightly strangely.

"You don't come here."

Sylvanas rejected Kael'thas' proposal and crushed the window sill with her fingers: "I don't need help now. You should put your mind on other things."

Her mind was confused, but she did not stop speaking for a moment: "Don't underestimate the rest of the world. Your things in Draenor are more important than mine."

"The people there also need your protection more."

When talking about this, Sylvanas suddenly understood something.

The figure of the Black Dragon Princess appeared before her eyes again - and it flashed like a slide.

Void Dragon, Deathwing...the black dragon princess eroded by darkness.

This woman full of sorrow degenerated into the Dragon Mother of the Black Dragon Legion, and led the Black Dragon Legion in the first Well of Eternity War after the unification of theocracy.

And then... he was mercilessly chopped down by the King of Gods.

Falling into darkness, waging war on those she loves, and dying in peace—this is her path.

Can't go on like this.

"Kael'thas, don't believe too much in safety. This world is full of too many variables... No one knows what will happen next moment."

Sylvanas lowered her head and dug her nails deeply into her flesh.

Something is wrong with her.

Even Kael'thas, who was far away in Quel'Thalas, noticed something strange - why did Sylvanas suddenly care about Draenor?

He asked, but received no further response.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Kael'thas temporarily let the Silver Dragon stay in the Sunwell, and turned his mind back to Draenor.

The clone opened his eyes, and what he saw was black skin.

"Hey, little guy, are you awake?"

Onyxia's voice sounded from below.

After the arcane light dissipated, the swift wind blew over immediately.

Kael'thas grabbed the black dragon's spikes tightly, only to realize that he was still sitting firmly on the black dragon princess's back.

"This is where?"

He looked around at the scenery around him, shocked.

The vast void spread out in front of him, with fragments of land floating messily in the air.

No matter which direction you look, you can't see any continent.

"I'm surprised too. Isn't it the south? I flew all night and didn't see anything."

Onyxia answered with confusion.

south?

Kael'thas was momentarily speechless.

Shadowmoon Valley is in the south, yes, but it's in the southeast.

There is no land when flying south from Hellfire Peninsula, and the world here has already been blown to pieces.

After Ner'zhul caused the explosion, only a few continents were left in Draenor, and the remaining areas were shattered and floating in the air, but these areas were not the real Twisted Nether.

If Onyxia keeps flying like this, she will have to run to the Twisting Nether. That place is not suitable for everyone.

"You're going the wrong way."

Kael'thas patted the Black Dragon Princess on the back and reminded: "The Void Dragon should be to the northeast of us now."

The Black Dragon Princess quickly stopped moving forward and circled to the northeast.

"Damn it, little guy, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

She complained.

Even she was tired after a night's flight.

The time in Draenor seems to be about the same as in Azeroth, and the moon is about to set.

As the dragon and the elf headed towards their destination, dawn rose.

Strong sunlight was shining from the east, and without any shelter, the effect of the sunlight was greatly increased and fell on the two of them.

Although it is not hot, it is very dazzling.

"Hey, hey...how can I get there?"

The Black Dragon Princess gradually couldn't bear the sunshine and turned her face sideways from time to time.

"Is there no blocking magic?"

Kael'thas asked, and the answer was no.

They had to find a slightly larger fragment of land and sit on it with their backs to the sun to rest.

Onyxia can only sit down safely when she transforms into an elf form.

She stretched and lay down after not sitting for long: "I'm tired, I'm tired...let me rest more."

The Black Dragon Princess closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Kael'thas looked at her face, but kept thinking about Sylvanas' words.

There is absolutely no basis for it, but the more I think about it, the more disturbing it becomes.

What if Kael'thas and the two encountered an enemy that was difficult to resist this time, wouldn't it be dangerous?

In any case, he had better make preparations.

"Onyxia."

Kael'thas shook the black dragon princess awake and said sternly to her: "I want to give you two feathers."

His body is composed of four feathers, and if he had two feathers, he would be extremely weak.

Onyxia's face turned dark as she recalled the feathers sprouting from behind her ears.

"I bsp;"I don't want it! "

She shook her head decisively and refused.

No matter what Kael'thas said, Onyxia just didn't believe in the danger and refused to accept the feather.

Besides, what can two feathers do?

After more than ten minutes of stalemate, Kael'thas got angry.

"You forced me to do this!"

He said something he didn't know what to say, suddenly squatted down, moved his face towards her, and kissed Onyxia hard on the lips.

A child's kiss does not seem attractive to the Black Dragon Princess.

But she couldn't refuse the kiss.

When Kael'thas' tongue penetrated, a strong bond formed between their tongues, making her unable and unwilling to escape.

The warm and soft world even made this black dragon feel weak, making it difficult to maintain its elf form.

But she tried her best to maintain it. Not only did she maintain it, she also fully absorbed the power transmitted by Kael'thas through his saliva into her body.

"that's it."

After the kiss, Kael'thas left Onyxia's lips somewhat tiredly.

His strength has been reduced to less than the intermediate level, and anyone can easily crush this clone to death.

"brat..."

Onyxia took a few breaths with a flushed face, and then reached out to touch the back of her ear.

No feathers——

"Why not?"

She was astonished.

Kael'thas was also a little surprised, but then he understood after thinking about it.

"Because the feather has mutated, when it becomes a clone, it is no longer a feather, but my body composition."

In other words, what was given to Onyxia was not the feathers, but the essence of this clone.

After losing his energy, Kael'thas's clone couldn't live for long.

But this thing should be cost-effective - it can ensure the minimum safety of Onyxia.

Kael'thas will just prepare the four feathers after the crisis is over.

"Little guy, you are so worried...forget it, just don't show the feathers. I don't want such ugly decorations."

Onyxia smiled cheerfully: "You are weak again, don't worry, I will protect you!"

She reached out and hugged Kael'thas, pressing him to her chest with a smile on her face.

"I really want to lay a bunch of dragon eggs for you, no, a legion..."

In the eyes of the Dragon Clan, this should be the most romantic thing to say.

-

Dawn rises, but the sun does not rise.

The morning in Lordaeron was not as clear as Draenor, with heavy dark clouds covering the sky.

"Your Majesty, I think it would be better to move forward tomorrow."

Faranir finally gathered the team, and immediately became worried when he saw the weather.

The undead are not afraid of rain, but the muddy path is very difficult to walk on.

"No, let's go now."

Sylvanas didn't change her mind.

Regardless of other people's obstruction, or even considering the situation in the Eastern Plaguelands, she directly led the team southward.

Someone asked her why she was so radical.

"No undead in Lordaeron will refuse my rule. Staying in the Eastern Plaguelands is a waste of time."

Sylvanas gave this answer.

No one knew where her confidence came from, but the undead finally chose to believe it.

Since the Silver Dragon said she was the future queen, maybe there really were no undead in Lordaeron who could resist her rule.

With the roar of lightning, heavy rain fell.

Sylvanas was wrapped in black leather armor, the wrath of the stars shining on her back.

She looked straight towards the south, as if she could see the sound of galloping iron cavalry.

【alliance...】

The corners of Sylvanas's mouth curled into a cold arc.

The light shining in her eyes was like a sea of ​​flowing blood, without any fluctuation.

'Who will win this time? '

'Kalia...'

No matter what the outcome was, she had no intention of backing down or asking Kael'thas to help.

This battle will be faced by her alone.

"Your Majesty, is Lordaeron fun?"

The little hand was holding her cloak. The person sitting behind Sylvanas was Pamela.

"Of course you'll love Pamela there."

Sylvanas assured with a chuckle.

No one dislikes his or her future territory.

Especially the second undead queen who went to extremes...

-

endless sea.

A huge storm rocked the ship, and Dalaran mages nervously maintained the purple barrier to ensure people's safety.

Most people hid in the cabin for refuge, but there was still one person standing proudly on the deck.

She is Calia, the human queen who gazes upon her homeland.

The land of the Eastern Kingdom was obscured by dark rainstorms, but she could feel the distance getting closer.

Soon, Lordaeron...

That was the land where she was born and grew up and where she appeared in her dreams.

"Wow~"

No, there is another girl clinging to a pillar on the deck of this ship.

She was so weak that she was almost blown away by the wind.

Kalia turned around in surprise, then chuckled.

"What are you doing again?"

She steps over.