Volume 10: Doomsday Storm Chapter 601: Land of Hope
"Master, are you satisfied with this information?"
Onyxia asked in a seductive voice.
"Satisfied, very satisfied. I finally found some useful information for me. What did you call me?"
As Murphy spoke, he looked at Onyxia standing beside him. The beautiful woman who was transformed from a black dragon was now looking at him with a submissive expression. Her delicate and charming face was full of a flattering look, and her pair of dark eyes were full of teasing and temptation.
"Of course it's 'Master'. It's my honor to serve a great dragon king like you." Onyxia said, sitting down next to Murphy, her plump and sexy body leaning against Murphy as if inadvertently.
Murphy chuckled noncommittally, "How do you know I'm the Dragon King?"
"This is not difficult to guess. Only the king of the dragon clan can have such majesty. Even in my father, I have never seen such a bearing. You must be a solitary dragon king. Because you don't like to walk around in the world, few people know your name.
But your power cannot be ignored, especially for someone like me who is a dragon."
"Haha, you have a sweet mouth." Murphy knew why Onyxia was trying to please him so much. This scheming dragon was very smart, especially good at stirring people's hearts. She said so many nice things, probably for the reward she had promised before.
This little thought is quite cute from a certain perspective, if you ignore the vicious plan of this black dragon beauty.
Murphy looked at Onyxia's beautiful face. The dragons often carefully carve the human form of their incarnations. The Countess Katrana in front of him was fair-skinned and beautiful, with long thighs, a slender waist, plump and full breasts, and an exaggeratedly good figure. She looked very sexy, and her every frown and smile was charming. At this moment, she was sitting sideways beside him, looking up at him with a submissive posture of a little woman, which made her even more attractive.
Speaking of which, in the original world, I have tasted Onyxia's beautiful body. Thinking back on it now, it has a different taste.
Murphy stroked Onyxia's cheek and lifted her chin. Onyxia boldly looked at Murphy, but soon awe and fear emerged in her eyes. In those unfathomable eyes, no emotion could be seen, as if she was staring into the abyss and the starry sky.
You can't even sense whether the other person is happy or sad, angry or happy.
This feeling of being unable to detect made her feel uneasy.
"Of course I have a reward for you."
Murphy said, and suddenly held her in his arms and kissed her sexy lips. Onyxia did not resist at all and let Murphy manipulate her body...
As night fell over Stormwind City and the sky was filled with stars, Murphy opened the rooftop window of Stormwind Fortress, letting the night breeze blow into the palace, bringing fresh air as well as the sounds of afar.
Murphy looked at the night view of Stormwind City outside the window, and his thoughts couldn't help but recall some of his past experiences.
Things and people have changed, which makes people feel a little sad.
Onyxia lay on the bed with a satisfied but somewhat annoyed look on her face, her fair skin faintly visible under her black silk nightgown.
(Is this what you call a reward? This Lord Dragon King really knows how to give people a perfunctory treatment.)
Onyxia thought somewhat resentfully, although it did feel comfortable, Onyxia liked the feeling of being completely conquered. Perhaps it came from the fact that she had a tyrannical father since she was born, and she had a somewhat masochistic tendency.
But obviously the real rewards are more attractive, whether it is treasure, powerful weapons, or rare magical knowledge... What is this now?
She knows how to calculate gains and losses.
As she became really angry, the magic power in her body began to flow subconsciously. However, Onyxia was pleasantly surprised to find that the power of the black dragon in her body seemed to have become stronger.
She quietly circulated it inside her body. Yes, although she was still in human form at this time, she could feel that her dragon rank had been raised.
Originally she only had the strength of a black dragon lord, but now she possesses the powerful strength that only an ancient black dragon has.
This kind of strength enhancement is an all-round evolution. Not only does the magic power become stronger, Onyxia is very sure that if she transforms into a black dragon, she will become more powerful than her brother.
"My lord, did you do this?" Onyxia asked excitedly.
"How about it? Are you satisfied with this reward?" Murphy said without turning his head.
"Satisfied, very satisfied." Onyxia, regardless of her physical fatigue, walked down from the bed and hugged Murphy from behind. She felt the surging black dragon blood in her body with joy, but she couldn't help feeling a little confused in her heart.
Deathwing might be able to use his status as a dragon king to forcibly raise an ordinary baby or young dragon to a higher level, so that it reaches the strength of an adult black dragon. However, even Deathwing cannot transform the abilities of top-level powerful ancient black dragons. No - to be exact, no dragon king has such ability. This completely changes the biological laws that have governed the dragon race for millions of years.
Thinking of this, Onyxia became more and more confused about the identity of the mysterious dragon in front of her .
But it also made her more determined to please the other party.
Onyxia twisted her body skillfully, rubbing the other's back with her voluptuous body, trying to arouse the desire in the other's heart.
But Murphy had already tasted enough of the Black Dragon Princess. For a being like the Dragon God, desire was something that was dispensable and could be completely controlled. He just happened to be in the mood.
But now I have important things to do, so I won't be tempted by this little teasing technique.
He turned around and glanced at Onyxia. Just one look was enough to instantly subside the lust in Onyxia's heart and she stopped her little movements.
"Very good, then I have one more thing for you to do."
"Please give your orders, my lord."
"Wait until Varian comes back, unite the two Varians into one, and then assist him and help him protect Stormwind. Your plan to subvert the Alliance can end. As for VanCleef and the Defias Brotherhood, either get rid of them or subdue them. This farce must end as soon as possible."
What! Onyxia was stunned. She was assigned by Deathwing to sneak into the upper echelons of Stormwind in order to destroy the Alliance from within. But now she received a completely opposite order. What was going on?
Not only does it go against her inherently chaotic nature, it directly conflicts with Deathwing's orders.
"What? Are you questioning my orders?" Murphy's tone was still calm, but his strong aura made Onyxia's body tremble.
"Of course not." She lowered her head quickly.
"But Varian was split by my soul-splitting technique, so I'm afraid he won't let me go easily. How can I explain so that he won't seek revenge on me?"
"Humph, that's your problem. Don't you know people's hearts well? Tell him that this is a test to temper him. Do you still need me to teach you what to do?"
"Yes, Master. I will definitely do it." Onyxia did not dare to refuse, but then she said unwillingly, "But it was my father's order to dismantle the alliance from within. If I violate his order, I'm afraid..."
"Don't worry. Deathwing has been seriously injured and has taken refuge in Deepstone. When he returns, someone will naturally come to take care of him. Just do what I have assigned to you."
Deathwing appeared again during the Cataclysm. Of course, if I had time in the future, I could find him in this time and space and deal with him, but that was a matter for the future.
"Well, I still have things to do, so I'm leaving now. I hope you won't let me down next time I come."
Murphy patted Onyxia's fair cheek and disappeared with a flash of white light of teleportation.
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It took some effort for Murphy to teleport himself to Lordaeron.
The nodes of the magic network in this world are in chaos. Dalaran has been destroyed, Alterac has become the territory of ogres, and the city of Lordaeron has turned into a wasteland of the Scourge plague.
The teleportation towers in these important cities have been destroyed, so Murphy can only teleport to the magic network nodes in the wild and then fly all the way to the Western Plaguelands.
Wherever he passed, he saw a scene of desolation.
Without the participation of players, the history of Warcraft would truly be a grand tragic epic.
Murphy walked slowly in the desolate wilderness, feeling emotional in his heart.
This further strengthened his previous idea, which was to give freedom to the main world, but also to screen those players. It was not necessary to strip all the players out. There would definitely be people willing to stay, but not as adventurers or anything else, but as true residents of that world.
These players are equivalent to time travelers. Their existence is enough to change the history of Warcraft and make everything develop in a better direction, but at the same time it will not turn the entire world into a hell for the indigenous people like "Westworld" and an entertainment city for the players.
However, he still had no idea what to do.
Let's get the authority of the Holy Light first.
This is the Western Plaguelands, once the territory of Lordaeron, but now it has become a corrupt place overrun by the undead.
However, such threats were no problem for him. Murphy himself possessed the power of death. To the undead, he was a natural superior. Seeing him was like seeing the god of death, and they did not dare to have any resistance at all.
You can even let him drive you.
However, Murphy did not try to control these undead. He just used the power of authority to make them go away, and they arrived at the Light's Wish Chapel unimpeded.
Looking at the unremarkable small chapel in front of him, Murphy was a little surprised. He could not feel anything special about this small building, and even the fluctuation of holy light was almost untraceable. Compared with the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City and the Cathedral of Light in Lordaeron, which had such a sacred feeling, the building in front of him seemed to be just an ordinary chapel.
Even in the church, he is not very popular.
There shouldn't be any problem with the information I got before.
Never mind, you’ll find out when you get there.
Murphy quickened his pace.
He noticed that there were tents and makeshift wooden huts scattered around the chapel.
There are refugees everywhere. Some people wearing Lordaeron soldier armor are maintaining order, and several paladins with the Silver Hand mark are the managers here.
Seeing Murphy approaching alone, a paladin and several soldiers immediately came up to stop him.
"Stranger? State your identity."
Murphy smiled and said, "I am a traveler. I heard that a sacred miracle happened here, so I wanted to come here to see it for myself."
The Paladin was a little displeased after hearing this. "Damn it! This land is going through a terrible crisis right now. It's not a place for travelers like you to watch the fun. Leave now."
"Don't be so angry, Arad. Light's Hope Chapel should welcome every survivor as long as he has good intentions. Come in, traveler, we are just about to have dinner." An elderly paladin said with a smile. It seemed that the bad situation did not dispel the optimism in his heart.
"I am Knight Dekta of Hearth Keep, welcome to the Land of Hope."
Murphy followed the old knight to the outside of the chapel, where a row of large pots were cooking food and a group of civilians were drinking oatmeal and eating baked potatoes.
There were tents and bonfires everywhere around the chapel, and it was crowded with refugees.
This is not surprising. Now the entire Western Territory has become a paradise of natural disasters. This is the only pure land. We have to stay here no matter how difficult it is.
The old knight handed Murphy a baked potato and said, "I'm afraid we can't provide much food. There are too many refugees, and our food reserves are only enough to fill their stomachs. Although we have sent soldiers to collect more food, most of the land has been contaminated by the natural disaster plague, and it is difficult to find clean food.
But having more people is a good thing after all. If they don't come here, they will become undead. These refugees are the hope of Lordaeron. I hope they can hold on."
The old knight had a look of emotion on his face, and although he had a smile on his face, his voice still revealed a hint of pessimism.
"I can donate some food." Murphy said, and took out several hundred large pieces of toast from his backpack. The old knight checked the bread with holy light to confirm that it was not contaminated food, and then let his soldiers distribute it.
"Thank you for your generosity Mr. Traveler. You use a dimensional pocket to hold your bread? Are you a wizard?"
Murphy's heart was slightly moved. The other party was actually curious about his backpack? This situation was very rare. Shouldn't NPCs ignore all information related to game players?
"I guess so. At least I know a little bit about magic, so can I see that miracle?"
Murphy originally thought there would be some arguments, but he didn't expect that the paladins just looked at each other and agreed.
"Come on, Mr. Mage. As far as I know, mages are very knowledgeable. Perhaps you can know what this is."
"We found this when we were digging. Many of the paladins killed by Arthas were transformed into death knights. In order to prevent more of our comrades from suffering such a fate, we burned the remains of some of them to ashes and wanted to bury them deeply in a church or chapel. However, deep underground in this chapel, we dug up something unusual."
As they were talking, Murphy had already followed several paladins to the depths of the catacombs.
It was common practice for churches to build underground tombs, and this tomb was built beneath the basement of the chapel.
We arrived following the downward stairs, but what we saw was obviously not an ordinary tomb.
Deep in the tomb, where the bodies should have been placed, there appeared a huge downward hole.
Looking down from the edge of the cave, the unfathomable hole leads to nowhere. It is a huge bottomless cave with no place to climb down. In the deep below, some light can be vaguely seen emanating.
"I heard that Arthas attacked here." Murphy asked, looking at the cave entrance.
The old knight nodded. "Yes, we all thought it was all over, but suddenly, a powerful holy light was poured into each of us. We became extremely powerful, as if we were gods. Arthas was defeated by us, but when Arthas left, that power suddenly disappeared."
"Didn't you go down and take a look?"
The old knight shook his head and said, "We tried, but we didn't find a safe way to get down. It's completely empty down there, and we can't even build stairs.
We tried with ropes, but there simply wasn’t enough rope to reach the bottom of the cave.”
"It's okay, I can figure out what it is for you."
Murphy said, and jumped down.
