Chromatus, the multicolored dragon, is known as the most perfect of his kind. He is a biological masterpiece of Nefarian, a "Frankenstein's monster" dragon with five heads, and the only magical being on the continent of Azeroth capable of simultaneously wielding the five magics of life, nature, arcane, time, and earth.
Each dragon lord can only possess one power bestowed by the Titans, but this five-headed dragon can use five, which Galen envies greatly. Being able to use such versatile power without spending a dime, Galen believes that his mining farmers are the biggest suckers.
The black dragon and red dragon were already engaged in battle. Valastrasz transformed directly into his dragon form, spewing a breath of dragonfire towards Nefarian's throne.
Nefarian didn't even flinch on his throne. A magic barrier appeared in front of the dragons of both factions, perfectly blocking all the dragon breath.
Nefarian darted out, challenging Valastrasz. Then they both flew off the terrace and began fighting in mid-air.
Soon, the red dragons and black dragons each found suitable opponents, and they consciously left the spacious terrace to the leaders of both sides.
Nefarian is the eldest son of the Black Dragon King, born ten thousand years ago, before the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth and before Neltharion was driven mad by the whispers of the Old Gods. He received careful teaching from his father, and his strength had already entered the demigod realm.
For these second-generation dragons whose fathers were demigods, ninety-nine percent of bloodline plus one percent of effort and inherited teaching made the demigod realm not a dream.
This is also the reason why the black dragons and red dragons avoided them. Fighting near them could easily lead to being in the crossfire, resulting in serious injury at best, and death at worst.
Paltiasztrasz was originally only considered a half-step demigod, his strength having crossed the legendary rank, but still somewhat distant from the demigod rank. This was the reason he was always number three, even though the younger Korialstrasz, also known as Krasus of Dalaran, had crossed into demigod status earlier than him.
The death of Talanistrasz and the perennial number four in Grim Batol made him one of the Queen's only two surviving consorts. At the same time, his unwavering loyalty to the Red Dragon Queen in Grim Batol, and his calling in reinforcements to save Alexstrasza, propelled him from number three to number one!
After recovering, the Red Dragon Queen directly bestowed upon him extremely strong life energy, directly catalyzing him into a red dragon demigod!
Paltiasztrasz also sensed that Galen was nearby, which gave him even more confidence in fighting a well-known powerhouse among the black dragon clan. Without further ado, he transformed directly into a giant dragon more than thirty meters long and six or seven meters tall. The tenacious vitality of the red dragons made them more adept at close combat!
As for spell bombardment, perhaps it would be more suitable for Krasus, who was a famous magical genius among the red dragons.
Meanwhile, despite sitting steadily on the throne, Nefarian's mind was elsewhere. He didn't know how the news had leaked, even though he had carefully hidden his tracks. The black dragon legion never pursued beyond the Blackrock Mountain area, even when fighting the Dark Iron dwarves.
Even so, the red dragons had still come to his door. With so many key members of the red dragon legion present, even if he won this time, it would be in vain. Next time, it might be a joint force of red, green, and blue dragons.
Nefarian was all too aware of the black dragon clan's infamous reputation and the other dragons' desire to kill them.
Was he to blame his old man for screwing over his son? The things his father did ten thousand years ago were not righteous. In reality, as the source of the bloodline, the Black Dragon King was corrupted by the Old Gods, and the other members of the black dragon legion were more or less mentally unstable.
However, Nefarian was one of the few wise ones. He knew that the Blackwing Lair laboratory could not be defended. At this moment, his mind was focused on quickly packing up his experimental equipment, data, and precious experimental subjects to escape.
"Go, Chromaggus!"
A two-headed dragon suddenly sprang out of nowhere, blocking Partiasztrasz's path.
Galen stared wide-eyed at Chromaggus, not expecting Nefarian to have a finished multicolored dragon so early. This two-headed dragon prototype was pieced together from countless dragon corpses. Its body materials included parts of five types of dragons, so it possessed the terrifying power of five attributes, accompanied by ten types of area magic.
The attacks spewed by the two heads included time decay, frost burning, igniting the body, and corrosive acid, all used with ease. The later Chromatus, the five-headed dragon, should have been developed on the basis of this two-headed dragon.
However, this early model was generally not very strong. It was suppressed by Paltiasztrasz's powerful physique not long after it entered the arena.
"You too! Beast of the Beast!" Seeing that a two-headed dragon could not suppress the red dragon in front of him, Nefarian summoned a huge ancient lava hound from who knows where!
Are you a Pokémon trainer or a beast master, releasing little babies one after another?
How does Galen remember that the Beast of the Beast was captured from the Molten Core by the Blackrock orcs? Although he doesn't know why the Beast of the Beast was captured and enslaved by the black dragon legion so early, it's not a big problem.
The next moment, he was slapped in the face.
In a two-on-one situation, Paltiasztrasz, who had just become a demigod, had not yet adapted to his power, and was actually restrained for a time. Nefarian quietly got up from the throne and left the terrace through a secret passage.
"Shhh! Shhh!"
Galen whistled!
A two-headed lava hound even larger than the Beast of the Beast appeared beside Galen.
The Hound Magmadar was summoned by Galen.
The next moment, this two-headed dog was about to stick out its tongue to lick Galen. Seeing the floor tiles corroded by the lava hound's saliva, Galen immediately stopped its action.
"Little doggy, do you see your kind over there? He has a beautiful mate named Ruxua. As long as you defeat him, everything he has will be yours!"
(bro what?)
After Galen finished speaking, Magmadar's four eyes glowed. Both heads nodded up and down, and then four short legs exerted force, directly rushing out of the passage and pouncing on the Beast of the Beast.
"Sylvana, Alleria, you can coordinate here and find a chance to help Partiasztrasz. I'm going to chase the black dragon prince." After Galen finished speaking, he flashed away, heading in the direction of Nefarian's escape.
"Be careful yourself!" Sylvanas's tone didn't have much worry. Galen was able to hold out against the Black Dragon King for half a day until the dragon lords arrived. Could his son be even more powerful than his father?
Galen waved his hand, indicating that he knew. After a few flashes, he disappeared directly into the passage.
Meanwhile, Nefarian went directly to his laboratory, which contained a large number of experimental materials, visceral specimens of the five-colored dragon clan, and many of the latest experimental products waiting to be hatched!
Many of these things had to be abandoned!
Nefarian's heart was crushed.
What did Nefarian feel he had done wrong? Was it just because he was born into the Black Dragonflight? Was it just because he was the offspring of the Black Dragon Aspect?
What else have I done wrong besides that? I haven't slaughtered other dragonflights on a large scale, nor have I transformed into other races to bewitch those in power, causing their people to live in misery. I haven't even wanted to destroy the world!
I just wanted to properly research the chromatic dragons to make my father happy! He hasn't praised me in ten thousand years!
Nefarian, filled with annoyance, packed up his experimental equipment and test subjects, the laboratory echoing with clanging and banging.
"Who dares!"
Nefarian vigilantly looked towards the passage he had just come from, his keen senses detecting the presence of another person!
"Hi hi hi!"
Galen's chuuni-like villainous laughter, coupled with his full set of golden Grand Marshal's armor, created such a contrast that Nefarian was momentarily stunned. Is this human sick in the head?
"Nefarian, you have a destiny with the Scarlet Crusade. Follow me, and I will lead you to conquer the world!"
Nefarian was certain, this human was really sick, and seriously so, his brain broken.
Nefarian's expression, full of concern for the mentally challenged, caused Galen to pause.
So, he knew I didn't have the aura of a king! And I picked up the wrong script today. How did I end up with these textbook villain lines!
I'm not good at verbal persuasion, but I'm good at hand-to-hand combat, specializing in treating all kinds of disobedience. If you don't submit, I'll beat you until you do!
Galen drew out his forty-meter... no, he drew out his sword, Trol'karal!
Nefarian saw that there was no chance of a peaceful resolution today. In his human form, he was more skilled in magic.
Nefarian waved his hand, releasing a Mind Control spell, but Galen instantly dispelled it. With the Heart of Origin, control-type skills were not very effective against Galen.
The Black Dragon Prince was stunned. His unfailing Mind Control had actually failed. He had to know that even Valastrasz, who was considered quite excellent among the Red Dragon new generation, could not resist his magic.
Nefarian had absolute confidence that, given some time, he could make Valastrasz's body obey his commands even while his mind was clear!
The human before him, judging by his aura, was at most a mid-tier Legend, similar to Valastrasz, but he was immune to Mind Control. Nefarian's vigilance instantly reached its peak!
"Come forth! My servants!"
Nefarian quickly chanted an incantation, and the six large doors deep within the laboratory instantly opened, followed by a large number of dragonspawn rushing towards Galen like a tide!
Now it was Galen's turn to be dumbfounded!
What is Galen facing now?
Red, Blue, Bronze, Green, Black?
And a Chromatic one!
Nefarian, are you summoning a rainbow here?
Galen's expression instantly became serious. These six types of dragonspawn, wielding spears, rushing over, were indeed a bit tricky.
Based on Galen's understanding of these dragonspawn, the red dragonspawn were not only immune to fire damage, but could also cast fire damage; the blue dragonspawn were also immune to frost damage, and could cast frost to slow enemies and absorb mana.
The bronze dragonspawn, while using arcane attacks, could also reduce the attack power and casting speed of enemies; the black dragonspawn, in addition to fire damage, had super high resistance to fire and shadow magic.
In comparison, the chromatic dragonspawn were just a bit thicker-skinned. They and the green dragonspawn were considered easier to deal with, but these six-colored dragonspawn were attacking together, their advantages and disadvantages complementing each other, basically making magic ineffective against them.
Galen infused the Light's power into Trol'karal's blade. Golden sword, golden armor, with the wings of holy light unfurled behind him, he became a magnificent golden god of war in Nefarian's eyes!
Ha!
Galen unleashed a simple slash, Trol'karal slicing through the throats of the dragonspawn at the front, golden light flashing. The chromatic dragonspawn at the very front had all their dragon heads separated, making it impossible for them to stand up again, no matter how strong their vitality!
However, there were too many dragonspawn. Galen's two slashes only killed a few dozen chromatic dragons. Soon, Galen was densely surrounded by the dragonspawn, and he could only feel the mindless roars of the dragonspawn in his ears.
Shockwave!
Shockwave!
Shockwave!
Spell damage was not very effective against the dragonspawn, so Galen used physical attacks, but the dragonspawn seemed to have inherited the strong physique and tough scales of dragons, so the effect was mediocre.
The level four Royal City brought new technology trees to the blacksmith shop. Galen's full Grand Marshal's armor had already surpassed the highest level of armor in Azeroth. The large amount of precious metals made Galen's defense impeccable, and coupled with the dragonspawn's lack of strength, even surrounding Galen did not cause him any substantial damage.
Before long, the dragonspawn corpses beneath Galen's feet had piled up like a mountain, but only a third of the dragonspawn had been dealt with.
Seeing that the time for Avenging Wrath was up, Galen decided to spend big again!
"Avatar!"
Durin's Avatar was very suitable for group battles, and could also provide immunity to the dragonspawn's fire and frost damage.
After becoming oversized, the attack range also widened a lot, and Galen directly started mowing the lawn in the dragonspawn pile!
This directly stunned Nefarian!
Humans, able to use the dwarves' innate divine skill?
What bloodline does this person have?
Galen in the Avatar state was reaping frantically, and before long, all the dragonspawn in the laboratory had fallen to the ground.
Not a single one who could fight.
Galen directly pulled out a warhammer and threw it at Nefarian!
The Stormhammer in the Avatar state had immense power, and even produced a sonic boom as it flew through the air, the whistling wind causing the Black Dragon Prince's expression to change drastically.
Nefarian was seen chanting an incantation again, and a cloud of black mist billowed, the humanoid Nefarian directly transforming back into dragon form, and then reaching out with his strong right claw, firmly grasping the warhammer that was flying over.
However, although the warhammer was blocked, Nefarian's right claw was already numb, and cracks had appeared on the scales of his dragon claw.
Seeing Nefarian standing still, Galen strode towards Nefarian with his huge silver-white body.
Clang!
Nefarian's still intact left claw grabbed the long sword that Galen was swinging over. At this time, Galen under the Avatar state had already discovered that he and Nefarian were too far apart in strength, and using the King's Summoning was the best way to win completely.
However, Galen didn't want to spend money at this time. The 300,000 military expenses he had managed to swindle, plus the remaining 200,000, if he still had to use the same method to defeat Nefarian, Galen felt that this would be another price.
In short.
He needed more money!
Spending money has its own way, and not spending money has its own way. Galen turned his brain and quickly came up with a plan.
While Nefarian's right claw hadn't recovered, Galen used the long sword in his hand to play a tug-of-war with him.
And Galen's left hand had quietly been placed behind his back.
Soon, a golden disc was caught in his hand.
The Dragon Soul has a soul suppression effect on the Red Dragon, Green Dragon, Blue Dragon, and Bronze Dragon, because their Dragon Aspects injected most of their original power into this artifact. This is a soul attack impossible to defend from.
However, the Black Dragon, because their Dragon Aspect, Neltharion, was cunning and didn't inject his original earth power, but instead corrupted the Dragon Soul, this thing has no suppression effect on them.
But that was the Dragon Soul in a silent state. Galen also knew that this thing could be used as a Kamehameha!
This artifact contains most of the power of the Dragon Aspects blessed by the four Titans. As long as it is guided out, that power is definitely of a world-destroying level.
He had seen World-Shaman use this thing to blast Deathwing three times, successfully knocking Deathwing down from the sky.
Nefarian's father took three shots in his prime because his whole body was covered in elementium armor. That thing could be used to create artifacts like the Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker. You can imagine how hard it was.
But Nefarian doesn't have armor. Apart from a dragon skin, he doesn't seem to have any other protection, even if there are hidden magical tools to amplify his defense. The Dragon Soul's targeting of dragons is too strong. It's simply a dragon nemesis.
Waste oil!
Holding the Dragon Soul in his left hand, hiding it in his palm, he then launched a sneak attack with a left hook, hitting Nefarian hard on the chin.
Nefarian smiled contemptuously: "Stupid mortal that barely tickled!"
"Boom!"
A beam of light shot out from Galen's palm, pierced through Nefarian's chin, then drilled out from the top of his head, and finally slammed into the ceiling.
This was because Galen stopped the energy guidance in time, which was equivalent to directly deducting the Dragon Soul's battery panel, otherwise this beam would probably be able to penetrate the Blackrock Mountain above his head.
Boom.
The Black Dragon Prince, who had been full of confidence just now, lost all his strength at this moment. His huge body crashed to the ground, his limp dragon head landed, and then a large amount of red and black dragon blood spurted out from the two wounds.
Nefarian put on the biggest pretense, took the most vicious beating, and was headshot by the Dragon Soul before he could be arrogant for three seconds.
"I haven't even used my strength, and you've already fallen!" Galen raised his left hand and made a gesture of blowing on the muzzle of a gun.
"Discovered a demigod-level heroic spirit, do you want to collect it."
"Collect!"
Nefarian's semi-transparent soul began to emerge from the dragon corpse, then slowly rose and disappeared into the ceiling.
This scene reminded Galen of the scene when the Green Dragon Queen Ysera was killed by the Nightmare Lord and her dragon soul ascended into the sky under the guidance of Elune.
"Summon Nefarian!"
Galen built a new Hall of Kings in the Molten Core. Now Galen can summon heroic spirits at will in the Burning Steppes.
"Nefarian, at your service!"
It was truly a dramatic scene. One moment, the two were fighting to the death, and the next moment, they were calling each good friends, and his body was still lying on the side.
"Thank you, Lord, for helping me break free. I feel unprecedentedly relaxed now, and there are no more crazy whispers in my ears!"
The scene changed too quickly. The last time Galen saw the killed thanking the killer was when he stabbed Medivh to death in Karazhan.
The Black Dragon Aspect, as the guardian of the earth and the ruler of the abyss, was the closest person to the Old God's seal. The responsibility of the guardian overwhelmed him, and eventually the Old God took the opportunity to corrode him. The voices of the Old Gods in his mind made him believe that as long as he served them, he could obtain power far beyond imagination.
As the source of pollution, the Black Dragon Aspect's chaos and madness would pollute the same bloodline as himself. Nefarian, as Deathwing's most outstanding offspring, naturally could not escape the whispers of the Old Gods. Fortunately, the Black Dragon Prince's bloodline was pure, and the Titan guardian power in his body was not bad, and he had a certain resistance to the whispers of the Old Gods, and he was not completely corrupted.
Galen thanked the Origin Engine at this moment. Within the radiation range of the Origin Engine base, it not only shielded explorations similar to divination and vision techniques, but also isolated the gaze of the Old Gods.
"Then, Nefarian, the heroic spirit state always has various limitations. Do you want to return to your body?" Galen came up with a bold idea at this time.
"Master, the blood of the traitor flows in my original body. It will not isolate the whispers because I die once. I think I can rely on the dragon egg to create a powerful body for myself again, but the fit may not be as good as my original one, and my strength will be greatly reduced."
Nefarian was a little uneasy. After all, being tortured by the whispers of the Old Gods, he would sometimes fall into madness. Nefarian didn't want to experience that kind of uncontrollable feeling of hysteria again.
"Lightforging your body might be a good solution. Replace the blood flowing in your body with the power of the Holy Light, isolate the chaotic whispers of the Old Gods with the light of order, and become the first golden holy dragon of Azeroth!"
Galen had wanted to do this for a long time. A golden dragon, isn't it cool to ride as a mount!
"Please help me, Lord!" Nefarian was quite excited. Being able to regain his body and isolate the whispers of the Old Gods, how could he refuse this good thing!
"This will take some time!" Galen closed his eyes and began to contact Paltiasstraz, telling him that Nefarian had died, and let him spare the remnants of the Black Dragonflight.
After doing everything, Galen said to Nefarian: "Now issue an order to let your original Black Dragonflight retreat, and then enter Redridge Mountains to wait for your next order!"
Next was the mover Gandalf. He teleported a team of soldiers to Galen's side, and then led people to pack Nefarian's experimental equipment and a large number of dragon eggs, and finally Nefarian's huge dragon corpse.
This dragon corpse will be sent to the Cathedral of Holy Light in Stormwind for Lightforging, and then use the magic circle that Medivh resurrected to let Nefarian's heroic spirit return to his body.
Galen suddenly realized that this was a good way to gain stength. For friendly strongmen, he could use the royal city's recruitment skills to turn him into a follower.
And when encountering a powerful enemy, kill him, then collect his soul, and then resurrect him. Wouldn't this be equivalent to enlisting an enemy general?
'My genius knows no bounds!'
Then Galen asked about the situation of Nefarian's Black Dragonflight.
In the absence of the Black Dragon Aspect's call, the members of the Black Dragonflight were scattered throughout Azeroth to avoid the pursuit of the other four colored dragons, and the number of adult black dragons under Nefarian was second only to his father.
More than thirty adult black dragons and hundreds of young dragons are the hidden strength in Nefarian's hands, and the strength in his sister Onyxia's hands is about the same as his. More of the Black Dragonflight's power is in the hands of his father and mother.
Finally, Galen's words made Nefarian stunned for a moment: "Do you have a sword called the Brotherhood's Sword in your hand?"
Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood, an epic-level weapon. Although it was of purple quality, far from being an artifact, its design was exquisite, and its attributes were superior among weapons of the same level.
Back then, this sword was a symbol of power. Galen had always been thinking about this great two-handed sword.
Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood, was deeply sought after by players in Galen's previous life, and there was even an inscription: "A.L."
This sword came from Nefarian more than twenty years later. At that time, many rumors said that the A.L. engraved on the sword referred to "Anduin Lothar," and then it was determined that this sword was Lothar's weapon. After Lothar sacrificed himself in Blackrock Mountain, the sword was left here.
After Galen came to Azeroth and became acquainted with Lothar, he also learned that before Lothar obtained Quel'Zaram, his former sword was called the Kingdom Protector, which was collected by Medivh in Karazhan.
Moreover, the Alliance and the Horde have not yet started the decisive battle in the Burning Steppes, and Lothar has not entered the Burning Steppes, so it is too early to talk about whether the Brotherhood Sword belongs to him.
However, Galen is more inclined to believe that Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood, was a weapon made by the Black Dragon. However, Galen learned from Nefarian that the Black Dragon clan did not have such a weapon. Even if Galen drew a sketch of the Brotherhood Sword, Nefarian said that he had never seen it.
Then, perhaps this sword was a powerful weapon made by the Thorium Brotherhood for the Dark Iron Dwarves to target the Black Dragons. The dragon-shaped decoration on the hilt of the sword means "The dragon is in our hands."
"Master, we have no information about this weapon. The Black Dragonflight is also good at forging, but I have a team of goblin artisans under my command who are quite skilled. Perhaps they know something."
Nefarian's words reminded Galen that there was a Grand Elemental Master Krixix in Blackwing Lair, who was good at smelting elementium ingots. Putting him in Molten Core to work for Galen, together with Rocitus Darkchisel and Grand Artificer Romm of the Thorium Brotherhood, how many Brotherhood Swords couldn't be forged?
The elementium iron was chosen by Deathwing to make his armor, and its quality and hardness were obvious to all. Galen felt that if it weren't for this elementium armor, Neltharion might not have been able to withstand the three Dragon Soul Kamehamehas.
It's settled then.
"Nefarian, gather the goblin artisans under your command, and I will have someone take them to Molten Core. From now on, let them help me smelt elementium ingots in Molten Core!"
"Molten Core? Master, isn't that the territory of the fire elementals?" Nefarian was shocked. Although he didn't feel bad about the goblins dying, he couldn't send them to their deaths.
"Ragnaros has been expelled by me, and Molten Core has become my forging factory!" Galen's understated words made Nefarian feel awe.
After Nefarian sent out the order to disperse and escape to lurk through magical communication, he returned to Minas Tirith with the team transporting his dragon corpse. The upper Blackrock Spire and Blackwing Lair were emptied.
Galen went back to find Sylvanas and Alleria.
The two-headed chromatic dragon Chromaggus had been killed by Palthiasstraz, and Behemoth was also bitten to death by Magmadar.
Originally, Galen was thinking about whether to spare Chromaggus's life. As a collector and with the existence of the Beast Pen, it wouldn't hurt to have another chromatic dragon. As a result, Nefarian said that Chromaggus was a product he created when he was bored, without potential or intelligence.
These two evaluations directly ended Chromaggus's life.
The members of the Red Dragonflight returned to Blackwing Lair one after another. Those who successfully killed their opponents were beaming, while those red dragons who failed to stop the black dragons and let them run away flew back dejectedly.
The last one to return was the red dragon prince, Valastrasz.
The red dragon prince was covered in wounds. The largest wound was a tear from his neck to his shoulder, and the wound was so deep that bone could be seen. One could vaguely see white bone fragments.
Fortunately, it was the Red Dragonflight who were granted the power of life by the Titans. If it were other creatures, they would have died on the spot.
Palthiasstraz felt a chill down his spine. He realized for the first time that his child was so reckless.
However, looking at his spoils, Palthiasstraz was still very gratified. He grabbed a black dragon corpse in each of his two front paws, and carried another one in his mouth.
He was able to surpass Krasus and become the spokesperson for the Red Dragonflight because the previous boss died and with Galen's help. His child was so outstanding that he would definitely be able to stand out among the queen's many children in the future with his own strength.
The Red Dragonflight carefully searched every inch of land in Blackwing Lair. Although the black dragons ran away, they failed to take away all the dragon eggs. Soon they found hundreds of dragon eggs hidden by Nefarian, the most of which belonged to their red dragons.
Palthiasstraz did not allow the Red Dragonflight to destroy Blackwing Lair in Blackrock Spire. Galen was still counting on the golden dragon Nefarian to rebuild Blackwing Lair here after this matter was over, and then focus on researching chromatic dragons.
A five-headed dragon! If he could use it for his own purposes, it would definitely be a powerful thug. In the future, he would let the five-headed dragon take on any difficult tasks.
Great.
In the next few days, Galen worked overtime with many blacksmiths in Molten Core, and finally, on the twentieth day, he created an epic-level weapon that was exactly the same as Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood!
According to the Thorium Brotherhood, if precious materials could be found and smelted, this two-handed sword could still grow.
Galen personally engraved the letters G.T. on the hilt of his sword, hoping that from today onwards, the legend of Trollbane, Greatsword of the Brotherhood, would spread in Azeroth!
This sword also represents the friendship and alliance between the Trollbane royal family of Stromgarde and the ruling party of Shadowforge the Thorium Brotherhood!