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The Burning Plains is in the north, and the Horde has retreated to the Cursed Lands, cutting down trees and building equipment to fight the Alliance to the death. There are no orcs in Blackrock Spire at this time, and they should have all retreated and left. How could there be orcs still here?
In the end, Arthas took the sisters Alleria and Vereesa to join Onyxia, leaving Sylvanas to manage the rangers. Sylvanas just rolled her eyes helplessly. She couldn't leave with Arthas. She still hated Arthas, so how could she go with him?
Using the energy of the magic network to teleport to the vicinity of Blackrock Mountain, the group then flew to Blackrock Spire.
This time, Onyxia sent out two chimeras for Alleria to ride, and she herself turned into a giant dragon and carried Arthas to Blackrock Spire.
From a distance, you can see a huge ancient tower rising from the mountain. Even when flying hundreds of meters above the ground, you can still feel the heat coming from the ground. The wind and waves hit, and the air is full of a burning smell.
Looking down, the ground was gray, with sand and stones flying everywhere. A strong wind blew, and a cloud of dust was blowing in the air, which made it hard to open your eyes. There was no vegetation at all, only a few pitiful dead tree trunks were still standing, but they were already lifeless.
"This used to be a forest, but now it's lifeless. That big screw is really causing a lot of harm."
Arthas had no good feelings towards elemental creatures. Fire burned everything, and wind eroded rocks. Except for water and earth, no element was good. The elements were violent by nature, causing landslides and tsunamis. If you lived in that era, it would be difficult to survive. You might sleep in the middle of the night and there would be magma erupting underground or flash floods rushing down the mountains. You would not know how you died.
"What? You want to be a druid for once?"
Onyxia chuckled. Every time she was with her husband, she would feel particularly good. She didn't know why, but she always felt very happy.
"No, it's just that the green vegetation represents abundant resources. We're almost there, um, is there anyone there?"
Alsace's eyes could see far, and he saw a red name from a distance.
The ground cracked into shallow trenches, and boiling hot magma flowed inside. Although it was only a little bit, the hot magma would be unbearable for any living creature. Some places even sank into a pond, and the liquid inside turned into magma!
"It's sweltering hot."
Alsace was feeling a little hot.
"That's because you're not strong enough. Black dragons have to go through the process of tumbling and struggling in the magma to take off. They are thrown into the magma over and over again, and after the magma burns them to the point of peeling their skin, they are thrown in again. They are not released until they die of exhaustion."
Onyxia talked about her past experiences. She and her brother Nefarian were able to enter the heroic ranks and were much stronger than dragons of the same age. It was not just because they protected the dragon offspring. The shadow of their childhood still lingered. They were tortured half to death and only relied on their stubborn willpower to survive.
"It seems that Deathwing has cast a deep shadow over you."
Arthas sighed and reached out to touch Onyxia's dragon scales. "All these trials are the guarantee of future strength, and are also the trials of our meeting. Wife, I will love you even more in the future."
"Hehe, I believe you."
Onyxia smiled. She didn't hate her father too much. No matter what he did, he was still her father. But this father was a little moody and powerful. She couldn't resist him at all. Even if they turned against each other, other dragons didn't like the black dragon. There was no way out.
A group of Blackrock orcs were performing a ritual with the goblins. In the middle of the altar was a huge flaming stone statue. The surrounding goblin engineers used flamethrowers to increase the temperature of the flaming golem from time to time, and some troll priests were calling on fire elements to bless the golem.
"What are they doing?"
Vereesa asked curiously. It was her first time to fly on a dragon. It felt so good! Girls all have an adventurous heart, just like Caria. Compared to Caria who was trapped in the palace, Vereesa never left Quel'Thalas, so she was particularly curious about the outside world. Once curiosity is satisfied, it is really satisfied.
Looking at the troll priests dancing strangely around the fire golem, a strange thought flashed through Arthas' mind, "It seems that they have surrendered to the fire demon?"
"Not as if, but definitely."
There was a hint of disdain in Sinestra's voice. She always had a disdainful look towards any creature. As the former spouse of the guardian dragon, she did have the power. She was also very disdainful of Arthas, but she only looked at him differently because Arthas could resolve the corrosion effect of the dragon eggs and was favored by the Titans. Otherwise, let alone being the spouse of her daughter, even the spouse of Deathwing would be useless and would be looked down upon.
Strength is the hard currency. Without strength, everything is just empty talk.
At this time, in front of Blackrock Spire, the orc general Sokizog was shouting, "Speed up, we have to finish it today and then support the warchief!"
Roar! A huge dragon roar was heard, and a giant dragon over 30 meters long flew out from the Blackrock Tower, with strange horns on its head. "You tiny reptiles, how dare you hold a ceremony on my territory? I won't forgive you!"
Huh! Several slightly smaller black dragons also flew out. These black dragons were not giant dragons yet, and they had not even taken shape. However, the dragon breath they spewed was still extremely hot, and could burn the orcs to death!
Arthas saw his 'brother-in-law' from a distance. The four words 'Nefarian' were so obvious that he couldn't ignore them.
The Blackrock Orcs below were howling like ghosts due to the dragon's breath, and they only wished that their parents had not given them two more legs.
Occasionally, a flying axe would hit the black dragon, and the black dragon would become even crazier in pain, and even start diving. Using its huge size advantage, it would kill many orcs with a swing of its tail, and would grab an orc with its claws and stuff it into its mouth, acting like a complete beast. Even Sinestra frowned at the sight, but she did not say anything to stop it.