Twilight

Cho'gall lay on the ground, gasping for breath while uttering venomous curses:

"Damn mortals! (I'm blind, my brother!) I will tear you to pieces! (I can't see, I'm blind!) I will make your soul suffer the pain of burning flames for eternity! (Master, help me, give me strength, Master!) Then you will beg me to grant you a quick death! (Not enough, that's not enough! A more cruel method!) "

The blood all over his body made this two-headed ogre look extremely miserable, but his eyes were so crazy.

Aiden wouldn't care about such threats, he had already seen through the other party's identity.

"I hope you will like my gift." His soul returned to his body, the mirror image was dispelled, and he asked calmly, "Where were we?"

— —

The space-time gate that Blackmoore had opened himself led to the coordinates he had previously located in Arygos's room, but his teleportation was disrupted by Aiden, and only his bloody left hand was teleported over.

Arygos was very sensitive to magic, especially at this special time. He immediately ran over when he sensed the energy fluctuations, but he didn't expect that what was teleported over was not the complete Blackmoore, but a bloody severed hand!

This hand belonged to Blackmoore, and of course he wouldn't mistake it—the black deerskin glove on that hand, and the familiar fluctuations of the space-time gate, none of this could be wrong.

But what happened to this guy?

The severed hand was still twitching on the ground, and Arygos's nerves were doing the same.

"You, don't you claim to know everything… What's going on…"

His eyes were filled with horror and panic.

Could it be that Blackmoore left just now to send one of his own hands over… Scaring who?

For the first time, he began to doubt whether his partner was really as powerful as he imagined.

Those illusions—will the future illusions of Deathwing killing the four guardian dragons really come true?

Just as Arygos was doubting the strength of his allies, his shadow suddenly became distorted.

Arygos retreated in horror, but his shadow under the light of the magic crystal lamp remained in place. The black shadow wriggled a few times, and then stood up.

"Don't panic, I am your friend, Prince Arygos." The shadow image became fuller, and the facial features and body became three-dimensional. The voice from the shadow was a bit eerie and hoarse, sounding like an old man.

"State your identity, intruder!" Arygos was on full alert, and even began to prepare to cast spells. Obviously, he didn't like such a "friend."

"Don't be nervous, relax, my master is also Deathwing." The purplish-black shadow gestured, "And I—you can call me 'Father Twilight'!"

Arygos reacted, "You are from the Twilight's Hammer?"

"As you can see, yes."

Arygos immediately pointed to Blackmoore's severed hand and questioned: "Then please explain, what's going on!"

Father Twilight followed his gaze, "Oh", and then said in a flat tone: "Blackmoore's hand? Don't worry, this is all part of the plan."

Arygos's anger erupted, and he said loudly: "Then tell me, what exactly is your plan? Will I also unknowingly become a sacrifice in your plan?"

"Of course not." Father Twilight comforted the blue dragon prince in a gentle voice, "We promised that you will become the King of the Blue Dragons. Soon you will achieve your wish!"

"King of the Blue Dragons"! This word made Arygos's heart jump. He had craved this position for thousands of years, but when he thought that the price was killing his own father, he was filled with guilt for such a desire, and he began to hate himself.

Father Twilight had eyes that could see into people's hearts, and he knew all about Arygos's emotional changes.

"Now our plan has undergone a slight change, we need you to cooperate a little, future 'Weaver of Magic'!"

"What change?" Arygos swallowed, the title "Weaver of Magic" made him a little carried away. This is a title that only the magic guardian can enjoy, and the one who currently holds this title is his father.

"Go and retrieve the Focusing Iris immediately, so that your father can collect enough energy in advance. When the time comes, those who come to make trouble will definitely be surprised—of course, I must tell you that if we do this, your father may win this war. If he succeeds, you should understand that the position of King of the Blue Dragons will be far away from you."

"This is a risky thing—are you willing to do it?" Father Twilight stared directly at the blue dragon prince. His shadow form should not have had specific expressions, but Arygos, who was being watched by him, felt a strong pressure—not because of strength, but because of the discomfort of being seen through.

Arygos understood that if his father won, he would not be able to ascend the throne of King of the Blue Dragons. But as Malygos's direct descendant, he couldn't eagerly hope for his father to die!

Caught between gains and losses, he replied: "Of course, I must do this. Yes, if I can save my father… I mean—I am willing!"

He was already incoherent.

— —

If two Focusing Irises are charged at the same time, it will take three days, which is exactly the time Malygos previously estimated. But if the other Focusing Iris hidden in the Eye of Eternity is taken away in advance, then this time will be shortened by half—only more than thirty hours later, Malygos's Focusing Iris will gather enough arcane energy to cast his plan.

Although insufficient energy will cause a small deficiency in the next step of the plan plotted by the ancient god N'Zoth, it will not affect the overall situation.

After Blackmoore's death, it immediately made such the most correct response—it believed that Malygos would definitely give the Dragonscale Alliance a big surprise! Perhaps the result will be even better than expected!

"Twilight Lord" Cho'gall was not killed on the spot. Although severely damaged by the Holy Light bomb in Blackmoore's body, he quickly regained his ability to move with the blessing of the ancient god's power.

Cho'gall rushed angrily to Nefarian's laboratory, but the black dragon prince's gatekeeper Chromaggus stopped him.

Chromaggus, like Cho'gall, has two heads. He is one of the creations closest to completion in Nefarian's chromatic dragon experiment. It's just that it's still very far from the ideal perfect chromatic dragon with the power of the five-colored guardian dragons.

It doesn't look like a dragon, but more like a giant two-headed dog.

However, as a creation from the corpses of five-colored dragons, it does indeed possess the unique power of five-colored dragons.

In order to prevent being disturbed, Nefarian ordered Chromaggus to guard the gate of his laboratory and not allow anyone to disturb him.

Chromaggus faithfully carried out its mission. Even if Cho'gall, the "Twilight Lord," came, it did not let this two-headed ogre in.

"Master forbids all visits (you didn't make an appointment either)!" Chromaggus's two heads said separately.

Its two heads have clear logical relationships, which obviously makes it easy for people to understand its meaning.

Cho'gall, who also had two heads, roared: "We were ambushed (we want revenge)! The plan has changed (get out of the way, two-headed puppy!) This matter must be notified to your master (don't force me to beat you, I'm very angry now!) , get out of the way (get out of the way)!"

Cho'gall's one-eyed head seemed very manic. He originally had a single, large eye in the middle of his forehead, but it was severely damaged in the Holy Light bomb attack and was completely blind. However, under the transformation of his master C'thun, that position has now been replaced by another more evil vertical pupil eye. He regained his sight.

This is as it should be. The ancient god C'thun is known as the "Thousand-Eyed Demon", which is not an exaggeration. The number of eyes it actually possesses is definitely unimaginably large.

It was imprisoned underground, and each of its tentacles had an eye at the end, with countless eyes densely covering its main body. Giving Cho'gall one eye was nothing; even giving him dozens more wouldn't matter.

This eye from C'Thun not only restored the sight of Cho'gall's other head, but also granted him powerful strength from C'Thun—the eye could shoot out powerful rays. At the right time, this would definitely surprise his enemies!

Cho'gall didn't realize that his words had severely provoked Chromaggus's sensitive nerves—even as a failed chromatic dragon, its power was by no means something ordinary dragons could resist.

Cho'gall was just a servant of Deathwing. What right did he have to look down on Chromaggus, Nefarian's loyal guardian?

Chromaggus shouted angrily, "Get back to your room (you filthy, lowly ogre)! You've angered me (if you don't back down, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of my master, you foolish servant)!"

"You dare call me (servant)? You dare call me (lowly and filthy)? I can't stand it anymore (two-headed puppy, I'll boil you into soup)!"

The ogre mage and the flawed chromatic dragon, two deformed beings with four heads and seven eyes, glared at each other, and a battle was about to erupt.

Their noisy voices were too loud, especially Cho'gall's one-eyed head's roar, which had reached Nefarian's ears in the laboratory.

"Don't disturb my experiment!" Nefarian's angry voice came through the laboratory's heavy door, sounding extremely muffled.

Now was the crucial moment of his experiment, and he hated being disturbed the most.

Previously, Cho'gall had brought back three dragon heroes who had been captured a thousand years ago from the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj in Silithus: the red dragon Korialstrasz, the blue dragon Krygosa, and the green dragon Merinthra. All three were direct descendants of their respective dragon aspects, with status no less than Nefarian himself, the black dragon prince, and their bloodlines were, of course, very pure, which was very beneficial to his experiment.

He forced Korialstrasz to mate with the other two female dragons in order to obtain more mixed blood types. Sometimes, he would even join in himself. Krygosa and Merinthra felt extremely humiliated, but in this forgotten land, no one could rescue them.

For convenience and pleasure, dragons would basically transform into mortal forms when mating. In this form, their bodies would become as fragile as mortals.

Only when laying dragon eggs were Krygosa and Merinthra allowed to transform into dragon form.

In a few months, Nefarian had collected more than a dozen different dragon eggs obtained from the cross-mating of the four-colored dragons. Adding to the small batch of bronze dragon eggs he had before, he had already used magic and potions to catalyze the first batch of chromatic whelps.

These whelps could grow, but there were still obvious defects. Because the bloodline of the bronze dragons was thinner than the other types of dragons, the genes of the chromatic whelps appeared very unbalanced, like a five-legged chair with one lame leg.

"No, I want the direct bloodline of the bronze dragons—Anachronos! I want this dragon in my laboratory!" Nefarian set his sights on the bronze dragon prince.

In the past, he would never have dared to have such thoughts. Even before, in Blackrock Spire, all his experimental materials were stolen or hunted very carefully, and many were just ordinary five-colored whelps or dragon eggs. Cho'gall brought him three excellent dragons, who were also direct descendants of the dragon aspects, which raised his selection criteria a lot.

He looked at the dozen or so chromatic whelps that had hatched in front of him. These imperfect products gave him the urge to strangle them all to death.

Just then, Cho'gall and Chromaggus were arguing outside the door, which made Nefarian even more irritable.

He roared, and the outside voice calmed down a little. Then, Chromaggus, who had received his master's instructions, immediately became arrogant: "Get out, ogre, (get out now)! Otherwise, I won't be polite (I will eat you bite by bite)!"

Cho'gall's three eyes turned red, and even the brown skin all over his body showed an abnormal bluish-gray color. His breathing became extremely heavy.

This was a sign of his anger.

The rising desire for destruction made him want to tear this deformed dragon, which looked like a two-headed dog, into pieces immediately, but the head on the right was still somewhat calm. Inside was the son of Deathwing, and he couldn't really do that—at least not openly.

Cho'gall was indignant. He forced himself to turn around and leave, while Chromaggus's two heads were still chattering and mocking behind him.

"Coward (still running away)!"

"Lowly + filthy = (ogre)! Congratulations to me, (I got it right)!"

Just then, the laboratory door, which had been closed for several months, suddenly opened. Nefarian walked out from inside.

"Wait, Cho'gall!" he said.

Cho'gall thought angrily, "You also want to humiliate me (humiliate the great Twilight Lord)? You are not Deathwing (Deathwing is just a tool of the great master!)"

But he didn't dare to say such things now. Generally speaking, ogres were indeed stupid, and even most of them were less intelligent than the orcs who evolved from them—the orcs themselves were not a species known for their IQ—but two-headed ogres were highly intelligent mutants.

Cho'gall could definitely be called extremely intelligent!

He knew he should be patient.

But then Cho'gall realized that Nefarian was not going to humiliate him on purpose.

"Cho'gall, my chromatic dragon experiment has encountered a major problem—Korialstrasz, Krygosa, Merinthra, and I all have top-level bloodlines, which is very important for the development of chromatic dragons, but I am now facing another huge problem—that is, I can't find a bronze dragon bloodline comparable to these four dragon aspect direct bloodlines."

Nefarian told him the difficulties he had encountered, and he looked at the two-headed ogre hopefully, "Can you bring me a direct descendant of the bronze dragon aspect? It's best if it's Anachronos!"

Cho'gall was stunned for a moment. This black dragon prince really dared to ask—what did he think of himself? A dragon trafficker?

Cho'gall could provide Krygosa and the other three dragons because these three dragons rushed into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj a thousand years ago and created the Scarab Wall by sacrificing themselves. Everyone outside, including the dragon legions, thought they were all dead and sacrificed in an incomparably heroic way.

If their respective parents knew that their descendants were still alive and even suffering such inhuman treatment, they would definitely rescue them no matter what and completely vent their anger on the Twilight's Hammer and Nefarian, who dared to abuse them.

Could there be a second chance like this?

Anachronos was the bronze dragon prince, and his father was a time guardian who knew the past and the future. He himself was also a powerful bronze dragon with the power to manipulate time. Want to capture him? Deathwing himself would probably have to come forward, and even then, he might not succeed!

"I'm sorry (that's impossible), Prince Nefarian." Cho'gall's two heads shook together.

Nefarian was immediately extremely disappointed. He muttered, "How can I create the perfect chromatic dragon this way?"

Just then, a gray shadow appeared in front of them. Murozond, the Eternal Dragon Aspect's projection, appeared here.

"Why don't we change our thinking?" Murozond's eyes flashed with a terrifying silver-white light, "Having the ability to travel through time is not just limited to the bronze dragons!"

Nefarian suddenly woke up, and he looked at Nozdormu's projection eagerly: "Quick, quickly send one of your direct descendants over here. I want Anachronos—the Eternal Dragon version will also do!"

"Soon you will get your wish." Murozond gave a low laugh, and his projection quickly faded and disappeared.

Just as Murozond said, the Eternal Dragon itself came from the Bronze Dragonflight, and the Eternal Dragon possessed all the abilities of the Bronze Dragons.

There is only one Anachronos in this timeline, and capturing him is like a pipe dream, but there are countless Eternal Dragon versions of Anachronos in other timelines, and each one obeys Murozond's commands.

Nefarian was ecstatic, constantly saying, "This is great, this is great! Soon I will be able to create the perfect Chromatic Dragon gene! When it appears, all the Guardian Dragons will be torn to pieces by its powerful power!"

—

After escaping from the dragon's mouth, the wealthy Revilgaz did not immediately flee Twilight Highlands.

As a goblin of the earth with extremely high status and wealth, how could he endure being shamelessly extorted of most of his property by Nefarian?

He went into hiding.

As a once very, very successful goblin merchant, Revilgaz's vision was undoubtedly top-notch.

Soon he obtained important information that would be enough to return his wealth to its peak.

After obtaining this information, Revilgaz truly fled Twilight Highlands.

He fled all the way to Ironforge, and after finding out the current situation, he rented a gryphon at a high price to take him to Dalaran, and then paid a high price to teleport from Dalaran to Los Angeles.

Hearing that the high-quality buyer he had in mind had already teleported to Northrend, Revilgaz gritted his teeth, bought some cold-proof clothing, and spent his last large sum of money to enter the teleportation array to Dragonblight Temple.

Every penny spent on the escape route made Revilgaz's heart bleed.

His wallet had become very empty due to Nefarian's shameless robbery, bribing the prison guards, buying information, riding the gryphon, and using the teleportation array.

The belief in revenge and the ambition to earn back both the principal and interest supported him to complete this dangerous road.

Aiden didn't know that he had become a high-quality buyer in Revilgaz's mind—this was to be expected.

Now, the Valorant Federation has become the largest force in Azeroth in terms of both strength and prestige.

As the head of this force, Aiden has risen to become the most powerful person in the world.

When Revilgaz arrived at Dragonblight Temple, Aiden was discussing various matters of the advance with the Dragonflights.

He had just returned from Galakrond's throat, and at this time, Kael'thas was even collecting Galakrond's soul.

On the way back, he had already checked the magic item that Overlord Antiwok had painstakingly excavated for several months.

It was an octagonal, exquisite magic item that felt like metal to the touch, but upon closer inspection, it was impossible to identify exactly which type it was.

This was clearly a silver-white object, but it emitted a faint pink-purple light.

Strangely, these rays of light did not seem to be directly reflected from the metal, but rather like a force field, a protective shield; the light and the magic item were separated from each other, just like the relationship between a planet and its atmosphere.

Aiden extended his mental power into it to explore, and soon received its response.

Without a doubt, this was another "Titan product."

In other timelines he knew, this magic item came from Tyr, the Titan Watcher of Azeroth, the same person who bestowed the "Sword of the Guardian of Order" to Prince Liam.

His title itself was "Guardian of Order"; Aiden guessed that the sword should also be a Titan product, perhaps the weapon Tyr once used.

Aiden quickly learned the function and efficacy of this exquisite magic item.

Simply put, this was a "memory storage device."

Sealed within was the memory of the ancient times, from the time when Malygos and the other five Proto-Dragons gathered together by chance to fight against the mad Galakrond, to the time when they finally succeeded in ending him and became the Dragon Aspects under the guidance of the Titan Watchers.

Each Dragon Aspect would trigger its switch under specific conditions, re-experiencing that unforgettable memory.

Under normal circumstances, the trigger condition for this memory storage device was when a certain Dragon Aspect picked it up, and then Tyr thought it was time to start this journey of memory; Tyr would remotely control it, letting this Dragon Aspect experience it once first.

In the history that Aiden knew, after the Cataclysm, the four Dragon Aspects ended Deathwing at the cost of consuming all their divine power, and they lost their duty as Dragon Aspects, becoming mortals.

Even the Dragon race no longer possessed the ability to reproduce, including Alexstrasza, the former Life-Binder.

The dragons of the four flights all went into seclusion under the orders of their respective Dragon Aspects, no longer caring about worldly affairs, completely handing over the fate of the world to mortals themselves.

The age of dragons had completely passed.

When the last batch of dragon eggs hatched, every dragon that died meant that the Dragon race would forever lose one.

In the end, they would inevitably face the tragic situation of complete extinction as they lost the ability to reproduce.

Kalecgos, the newly promoted "Spellweaver," lost the power of the Dragon Aspect in just under a year.

It was when he came to Dragonblight and obtained this magic item from Galakrond's stomach that he re-experienced that ancient war from Malygos's perspective under Tyr's secret manipulation.

Tyr's purpose was to reawaken the sense of responsibility in these dragons, to make them realize that even if they lost the power of the Dragon Aspects, they should not forget their duties.

They had saved the world before they received the divine power granted by the Titans, and they could do so again now.

After realizing this, Kalecgos gathered the other three Dragon Aspects and had them re-experience it in the memory storage device.

He succeeded—or rather, Tyr succeeded.

The other three disheartened Dragon Aspects regained their sense of duty, stepped out of their confusion, and continued to fulfill their duties that had lasted for tens of thousands of years—protecting this world!

Kalecgos thought that the Titans, or rather Tyr, had foreseen this scene long ago, that when the Dragon Aspects lost their divine power, they would choose to live in seclusion and forget their former duties, so this magic item would be activated.

However, Aiden, who had sufficiently high authority, had proved that this was just a fantasy.

The future is uncertain.

Although other timelines can be used as a reference, the historical development of most timelines has certain deviations.

Even the Titans on the free script cannot determine what the future will be like.

It was Tyr who was secretly controlling this magic item, or it could be Aiden, who had even higher authority than Tyr.

It was because he understood the efficacy of this magic item and confirmed that he could activate it that Aiden completely reversed his original impression of Malygos.

He decided to try to save this unconscious Dragon Aspect!

"Where were we just now?" Aiden's soul returned to his body.

The transition between virtual and reality meant that he had not yet quickly received the magical memories from the mirror image.

Alexstrasza gave him a meaningful look and said, "Tarecgosa said that the teleportation array that Kalecgos is building inside the Nexus will be completed soon."

"That's really good news!" Aiden was greatly encouraged.

At this moment, his personal secretary, Angel Ophiel, flew up to him and said, "Commander, a goblin named Revilgaz said that he has very, very important news concerning the survival of Azeroth to 'sell' to you, provided that you can offer him a price that satisfies him."

"Another goblin profiteer, he really dares to ask!"

Before Aiden could speak, King Varian, who was present, burst out laughing.