Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 483: Stormy Gathering at Black Rock Mountain
Two giant dragons landed on the Shadow Island one after the other.
As soon as the 'Netherworld Death Dragon' Freshanks landed, he went straight to his lair. Shadow Isle was a small island without towering mountains or deep caves for him to settle down. The so-called lair was just a big hole dug out of the limestone on the main body of the island, and it was not even a copy.
Freshanks did not accumulate a lot of treasures like other dragons, nor enslave a large group of monster servants to show off.
All they have is a group of naturally derived undead monsters wandering around the island. Inside the cave are only some golden pearls, ocean stones and the like used to decorate the cave. Although they are worth some money, they are obviously not worth mentioning compared to other dragon nests.
In addition, there are a lot of beds made of pebbles. The dragons like to sleep on gold coins not only because they love money, but more because they don’t like the ground is too soft. The colder and harder it is, the more comfortable they are to sleep on.
However, the scene before him made Freshanks's already dead heart become furious. The undead outside the cave were slaughtered, and the remains of skeletons and zombies were scattered everywhere. The entire cave was in a mess.
All the pearls and gems that could be dug were dug away, and even the pile of pebbles used as a bed was dug into a mess, probably because they suspected that there were treasures hidden underneath.
"They destroyed my dragon's nest!" Freshanks roared and raged, "What a bunch of bastards! I should have stayed and fought them. Let them know how powerful Freshanks, the Netherworld Death Dragon, is. Let them witness the truth of death! Witness the horror behind the shadow!"
He just stayed on the island as a 'home dragon', not causing any trouble or attracting any attention. But a group of mortals came and destroyed his nest. This is intolerable.
Lesajes stood outside the cave disapprovingly, "But at least you're still alive."
"Humph, I won't be afraid of them even if we fight!"
"Come on, Borelius has been killed, what can you do?"
"Bolerius has fallen?" Freshanks turned his head away in disbelief. Back then in the Sky City, Bolerius was a powerful dragon.
"Yes, there are also Ankarad, Eranikus, and Milgos..."
The dragon of Freshanks showed a disdainful expression on his face, "Myrgos is a waste. He completely abandoned his fighting skills in order to study dragon magic. It is not unfair for him to die at the hands of a mortal.
Eranikus is not much better, following Ysera around all day long.
Ankara is even more of a fool. He has a huge body but he only knows how to eat all day long.
But Borelius... Well, you're right, maybe I'm no match for that guy.
But if you can fight alongside me, why should we be afraid of a group of mortals and a dragon feaster? When did our ancient dragon clan fall to such a level? "
Lysajes snorted disapprovingly. "I have no interest in fighting the Dragon Eater. Even if he wins, what good will it do to my plan? It will not help at all. Instead, I'd rather let him cause some trouble for those traitors. As long as he's controlled properly, he'll be the key to freeing my remaining two brothers."
This time it was Freshanks' turn to sneer disapprovingly, "You still haven't forgotten your fantastic plan? The prophecy might have been made up by Galakrond as a strategy to stabilize the dragon's heart. Unfortunately, it failed in the end. When the Dragon God fell, the ancient dragon clan was destined to split.
Besides, you want to destroy this world, and you can do that?" His tone was a little nonchalant.
"That's right, just me!" Lesajes said proudly. Without any warning, a whirlwind suddenly appeared in the cave. The wind surrounded Freshanks like a living thing, and the huge force lifted it up directly.
"This, this is impossible!" Freshanks felt the strong wind surrounding him in disbelief.
He looked at Lesajes again, but she didn't make any move at all.
But the strong wind surrounding him was real. The air from all directions kept squeezing towards the center. Freshanks's half-undead body made a violent creaking sound, which frightened it so much that it hurriedly shouted, "Stop it, you lunatic."
Lesajes stopped, and with just a thought, the wind disappeared. Freshanks fell to the ground, staggered, and climbed up in a rather embarrassed manner.
Lysajes looked down at it. "Do you feel the power of this storm? This meticulous control. I have completely mastered the secrets of the storm. Over the past tens of thousands of years, I have understood the laws and authority of the wind. This world is filled with air, and the flowing air is the wind.
As long as I flap my wings, I can create a storm. If I use this ability to the fullest, it will be enough to create a storm that destroys the world. This also means that I can use this power to control everything. Destroying the world is just a matter of thought for me.
But I must complete the destruction as the prophecy says, and everything in the prophecy will come true. Only in this way can the Dragon God be resurrected.
Several of my brothers must be released. Once they release the disaster of ice, fire, and earth one by one, I will set off the doomsday storm to welcome the return of the Dragon God.
The ancient dragons will rise again, and we will take back our lost immortal bodies and return to the city in the sky."
There was enthusiasm and anticipation in her voice, and Freshanks was somewhat infected.
"I have forgotten the scenery of the sky city in the past. If I could see the ancient dragon soaring in the clouds again, towering above this world, perhaps I could give up the fate of death."
"I promise, we will take it all back, come with me," Lesajes seductively said.
Freshanks did not answer immediately. After staying on the Shadow Island for tens of thousands of years, absorbing the power of shadow every day, his body has gradually become undead, and his mind has inevitably been affected by this power.
In his view, death is the destined destination of all things. Therefore, Freshanks became a pessimistic dragon, silently waiting for the moment when his fate would end on this small island.
However, when Lesajes told him her plan, he was indeed tempted.
"Are you sure you can control the Dragon Eater? If his power is really that strong, how can you ensure that he will release your brother as you planned?"
Lesajes raised her head confidently. "Because I can hear all their voices. The wind will bring me the information I need to know. I have said before that this world is full of air. Wherever there is air, there is wind. And wherever there is wind, there are my eyes and ears."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds brought back by the wind. Even though the Storm Dragon King's fleet had sailed far away, all those sounds seemed to be very close.
"Captain, where are we going next? Back to Alterac?" Asona asked somewhat listlessly.
The undead he killed on the Shadow Isles really didn't satisfy his desire for fighting.
Jaina suggested, "Why don't you go to Kul Tiras , Prince Aidan? My father will certainly welcome you and will use the most solemn etiquette to welcome you."
"Your father should be leading the fleet to fight against the tribe now, right?"
"Then there's my mother, and my dozen brothers and sisters."
Murphy shook his head. "No, my goal has not been achieved yet. Now is not the time to relax. According to this data, most of the ancient dragons have their own nests and armies. After all, there are still only a few lone dragons, and they are either secretive or hard to find. Now that the Nether Dragon Freshanks is missing, it seems that we can only start from the Sealed Prison. Only the two ancient dragons in the Sealed Prison will not hide. Let's go to Blackrock Mountain."
Vivian said worriedly, "Blackrock Mountain? Sealed prison? But sir, aren't you worried that the target will be intercepted again? Just like last time."
Murphy smiled and said, "Don't worry, the reason why we were intercepted last time must be because someone in the castle leaked our intelligence, but no matter what method the enemy used to find out the news, now that we are on the vast ocean, the other party cannot know our action plan.
The only thing the other party knows is probably that we are setting out for the Shadow Road.
In fact, coming to Shadow Island was part of my plan. The other party knew that we were going to Shadow Island, so they took Freshanks away in advance, which proved my guess.
The northwest of Shadow Island is the Throne of Wind God, which is less than a day's journey away. Even if the other party could predict it, they would definitely think that we would go to the Throne of Wind God next.
But I just don’t do what he wants. We take a detour back to the Eastern Continent, bypass the Stranglethorn Vale, land on the east coast of the Eastern Continent, and go straight to the Blackrock Mountains. We will get rid of the ancient dragon in the sealed prison before that mysterious man can react. As long as we act fast enough, that mysterious man will definitely not be able to react..."
Lesajes opened her eyes and a funny expression appeared on her face. This Prince Aidan still had some brains. He knew that he was being monitored and he even came up with a rebellious plan.
Unfortunately, what the other party didn't know was that he didn't rely on any spies or insider information, but on the power of the wind.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a little proud.
Humph, what Storm Dragon King, Storm Demon Dragon, you haven’t even mastered the power of controlling the wind, you deserve to be my scapegoat.
"Freshanks, they are going to the Blackrock Mountains next to open the sealed prison of 'Desolate Frost' Willanos. I must act ahead of time to rescue Willanos. Do you want to come with me? There are many dangers in Blackrock Mountains. Maybe you can help."
Freshanks hesitated, but finally nodded.
"I'll go with you."
The two giant dragons flew towards Blackrock Mountain one after the other.
Murphy would never have thought that the other party used the power of storm, which he was best at, to predict his movements in advance.
There was no way around it. Lysajess had lived for tens of thousands of years, and her mastery of the power of storms was beyond his reach.
Even though he possesses divinity, in the final analysis, Murphy still relies on playing according to the rules of the game.
But this did not prevent him from reacting to it. Murphy could feel that his every move seemed to be monitored.
He couldn't figure out how the other party did it, nor could he determine who the spy was.
However, it was precisely because of this that he was able to find the opponent's weakness.
Since he couldn't think of anything, he simply gave up thinking about it. Murphy directly came up with an unconventional trick.
There is a way of delivering a message that the other party will never be able to overhear.
Murphy directly opened the private message list. No matter how the other party was monitoring him, it was impossible for them to monitor him in the private message channel.
Opening the friend list, Murphy directly clicked on the black shadow's avatar.
"Shadow, I have a task for you. Deliver a letter for me. Please do it for me."
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Three days later——
"This is Black Rock Mountain."
In the sky, Lesajes said to Freshanks.
Two giant dragons soared in the sky. Lysajes's control over the wind was indeed exquisite. She could even directly wrap a cloud around the two dragons, perfectly concealing her figure. There was no need to worry about being discovered.
They flew silently over the Black Stone Mountains, a dark mountain range that stretched for hundreds of kilometers, with volcanoes standing between them.
The sky was covered with thick black clouds. They were not ordinary dark clouds, but volcanic clouds formed by the thick smoke that had been spewing out for tens of millions of years.
The sun obscured by the dark clouds also made it easier to sneak in secretly.
Two giant dragons landed at the crater of a volcano and transformed into two human forms.
Lysajes's human form is just as terrifying as her dragon form. The dragon horns on her head flash with lightning, her skin is almost azure, and her eyes are azure, also flashing with lightning. She is completely unlike other dragons who would deliberately conceal their dragon characteristics or the powers they possess to disguise their identities.
Lesajes completely displayed her powerful side in a blatant manner.
Freshanks was much more low-key. The human form of the Nether Dragon looked like a necromancer, wearing a black robe, but the face under the hood was haggard, with green light in his eyes.
The two men stood on the ridge looking for an entrance, but unexpectedly discovered an army marching between the mountains.
It was a large army of orcs, marching down the hillside towards another volcano.
"Hey, what's going on with those people?" asked Freshanks. As a otaku dragon, he knew nothing about this world.
Lesajes took a look and shook her head. "That's a race that calls itself orcs. They come from another world and are waging war against humans. Don't pay attention to them. Wars between mortal races are meaningless. When the end of the world comes, they will understand how ridiculous their behavior is."
Grom suddenly stopped, turned his head sharply, and looked towards a mountain on the right, but all he could see was diffuse volcanic clouds and a dark mountain.
"What's wrong, Grom?" Badao Wuqing stopped immediately.
"I just felt like someone was watching us."
Ba Dao Wu Qing suddenly became nervous, "Is it an enemy?"
"Probably not. I didn't sense any killing intent."
"Then forget about it. What matters most is to execute our plan. As long as we forge the artifact, we will be invincible. I hope those Dark Iron Dwarves are as skilled as Red said. Don't waste my materials."
Although the power of the Sunwell was used to successfully purify the Void Crystal, how to forge this artifact still became a problem. There was no way, the orcs' forging technology was still too poor, and the most they could do was to create legendary weapons like Bloodroar.
If you want to make the Void Crystal into a magical artifact, you must seek help from professionals.
Historically, the Ashbringer was created by Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge.
Now the Horde is at war with the Alliance, so of course they cannot ask them for help. Fortunately, there is more than one group of dwarves. The Dark Iron Dwarves in the Blackrock Mountains are also masters of forging. The Dark Iron Dwarves' king, Emperor Thaurissan, has perfectly combined magic and forging technology, and is the best candidate to create this artifact.
What's even more amazing is that because these Dark Iron Dwarves believed in Ragnaros (or were enslaved by Ragnaros), Tyrant used the shamans of the Horde to successfully establish contact with these Dark Iron Dwarves, and offered them five bottles of Sunwell water in exchange for their help in creating this artifact.
