LIVE: Azeroth

Neltharion's Lair is the area with the highest concentration of earth elements in all of Azeroth except Deepholm.

Returning to his hometown after many years, Abisian, who has become the King of the Black Dragon and the Guardian of the Earth, feels as if he is in another world.

The deepest part of Neltharion's lair is a cave filled with surging magma. Abyssian half-crouched on the ground, gently stroking the familiar "warm" surface with emotion.

The warmth mentioned here is for the black dragon. Ordinary people simply cannot survive in this ultra-high temperature lava cave.

Onyxia ignored Abyssian who was nostalgic for the leisurely life in the past. She confirmed to Sarlayan with a serious expression: "How is it? Can it be used here?"

Sarlayan, who had closed his eyes tightly before and felt carefully, suddenly opened his eyes: "No problem. As the three ancient gods were sealed one after another, the concentration of the power of the void here has dropped sharply. Compared with the last time we came here, it has reduced to a negligible level.”

"That's good."

Onyxia turned her gaze to look at Abyssian, who was wandering in the sky: "Lord Dragon King, don't be in a daze, start preparing for the ceremony."

"Hmm...huh? Oh! Come right now."

Perhaps it is due to his natural bloodline suppression, or it may be due to Abyssian's nature. Even though he has obtained the protective power given by the Star Soul and became the King of the Black Dragon, temporarily surpassing Onyxia in strength, He is still just a younger brother in front of his biological sister.

...Of course, it may also be out of respect for Sarlayan, his brother-in-law.

Although Abyssian looks like a naive and honest person, in the words of Black Dragon Queen Sinestra, this child and the young Neltharion are almost carved from the same mold, which stands out. An inside show.

If someone really thinks that Abisian is just a simple and honest person and underestimates him and plots against him, the final result will definitely surprise that self-righteous hapless guy.

Although Onyxia is a fun-loving person, due to the special growing environment when she was a child, she has always attached great importance to family ties.

Even if she occasionally played some innocuous pranks on Aibi Xi'an, at least she had never really bullied her biological brother who had been separated for many years. When others looked down on Aibi Xi'an, she would jump out to protect him.

How should I put it? It's quite... I am the only one who can bully my younger brother. What the hell do you mean?

Perhaps because of this, Aibi Xi'an has a very good relationship with her sister who reunited after being separated for ten thousand years. Occasionally, she would just scratch her head and laugh it off if she was teased without any malicious intent.

However, his good temper is only directed at Onyxia and his mother Sinestra. The relationship between Abyssian and Nefarian, the eldest brother, is not good, but of course, it is not that bad.

The way the two get along is more like business colleagues than like relatives connected by blood.

Under Onyxia's unkind urging, Abisian, who was withdrawn from his memory, immediately started arranging the ceremony.

Onyxia took out the Blade of the Dark Empire and inserted it in the center of the ceremony. Xal'atath, who was sealed in the dagger, seemed to realize something, and uncharacteristically began to struggle desperately, trying to break free of the seal and escape.

However, as Onyxia previously commented, the power it has accumulated now is not enough to break through Azadas' seal.

"Ha~ As expected."

Onyxia's lips curved into a sarcastic sneer: "This guy has torn a small hole in the seal and can vaguely feel the movements of the outside world. If he lets it continue like this, the consequences will be disastrous."

There was also a hint of coldness in Sarlayan's eyes: "Sure enough, you can't underestimate anything related to the ancient gods. Fortunately, you are alert enough. I was negligent."

Onyxia shook her head to excuse her man: "You need to consider major plans related to the survival of Azeroth every day. It is not surprising that you ignore these trivial things."

Abishian, who was immersed in his work, curled his lips unnoticeably. He always felt that he had eaten a mouthful of dog food.

Sarlayan was keenly aware of the change in Abisian's demeanor, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay, a mistake is a mistake, there is no need to make excuses for me."

"Let's finish the business first. Later I have some personal matters about Abisian that I want to talk to you about."

"Ah?" Abby Xi'an, who was eating melon in silence, raised his head in confusion: "Brother-in-law, why do you still have something to do with me?"

Sarlayan said with a half-smile: "Don't worry, it will be a good thing for you and the entire black dragon clan."

"Hiss~" Aibi Xi'an, who looked like a pig but had a bright heart, suddenly shuddered, looked timidly at Sarlayan who seemed to have malicious intentions, and muttered in a low voice uneasily: "...I always feel that you are burying me. , but I have no evidence.”

Onyxia, who has a very flexible mind, obviously guessed something, and patted Abyssian on the back of the head with a smile: "Okay, will your brother-in-law still hurt you? Just wait to accept him. It’s a good intention.”

Not to mention Sarlayan's whim, Abisian skillfully arranged the pre-planned ritual circle. The complex circle just happened to surround the still trembling Blade of the Dark Empire in the center.

"Then... let's get started."

Sarlayan, Onyxia, and Abyssian stood in the shape of an inverted triangle at the three eyes of the ritual circle.

The three people who also possess the power of the black dragon simultaneously inject power into the magic circle at their feet. With the blessing of the special environment, the magic circle is suddenly filled with extremely rich power of the earth.

After the preparations were completed, Onyxia, the master of the Blade of the Dark Empire, took a deep breath and released the earth guardian seal that had bound Xal'atath for many years.

The remnant soul of Xal'atath, overwhelmed by uneasiness in its heart, immediately rushed out of the dagger. Before it could escape from the cave in panic, the earth-yellow barrier blocked its soul within the magic circle. No matter how hard it fights, it can't escape from this ceremony place.

As if realizing that his end was coming, Xal'atath screamed hysterically in the magic circle: "Damn the evil dragon! Damn N'zoth, Yogg-Saron, C'Thun! I curse you! I curse all..."

"Shut up!"

Sarlayan frowned and stretched out his left hand, using the power of death to forcefully absorb the remnant soul of Xal'atath that was still stumbling around and hold it in his hand.

"You have already guessed your ending, right? It's easy to say, sir, please die."

Although many barrage netizens jokingly call Xal'atath the little sister, in fact, creatures like the Ancient Gods have no gender at all. It can also be said that they are hermaphrodites.

In order to confuse others, the ancient god can change into any gender and any appearance at will.

Just like Yogg-Saron, he once used the appearance of the dead Sif to lure the unstable Loken into complete corruption.

Love the fragrance and cherish the jade? No, Sarlayan would not have such thoughts about something of unknown gender.

Moreover, even if in the future, in the process of exploring the universe, she does meet a stunning beauty of Azshara's level... or even better, as long as she dares to stand on the opposite side of Azeroth, Sharlayan will still be able to do it without any fear. Hesitation destroys flowers with a ruthless hand.

"No! I curse..."

"Curse your horse! Is this all you can repeat?"

A large amount of the earth's guardian power was extracted from the ritual circle by Sharlayan and forcibly injected into the remnant soul of Xal'atath.

Xal'atath can clearly sense that its consciousness is being wiped out by high-concentration external forces, but at this time it is unable to resist at all, and can only usher in its final outcome in despair.

About three minutes after Xal'atath's voice disappeared, this gray-black remnant soul was completely dyed khaki by the power of the earth.

Onyxia raised her eyebrows with interest: "Is it done?"

"It's done."

Sarlayan casually stuffed the remnant soul that no longer had self-awareness back into the Blade of the Dark Empire: "From now on, Xal'atath will completely become history, and the remaining part of its soul will serve as an artifact spirit to help you better." Manipulate this weapon."

【...Weapon spirit? What ancient fantasy setting? 】