Under the guidance of Ancagalon, Galen and Huln traversed mountains and ridges, delving deep into the southern mountains of Highmountain.
"Galen, you're saying Highmountain used to be the lair of the Black Dragon Aspect, Neltharion, and those stone people are servants of the Black Dragon Aspect!" Huln Highmountain exclaimed in surprise!
That was the Black Dragon Aspect! He had personally witnessed the combat prowess of the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza, and the Green Dragon Queen, Ysera, on the battlefield. Huln wouldn't be intimidated by ordinary dragons, but he truly couldn't defeat a Dragon Aspect.
Especially one stronger than the Green and Red Dragon Queens!
He somewhat regretted establishing a new home in Highmountain!
It was too dangerous. If Neltharion went mad, his people would face disaster at any moment!
"What's there to fear? It's just a Black Dragon Aspect, right? We'll just seal him away."
Galen spoke casually, but Huln looked incredulous, and even the guide, Ancagalon, seemed embarrassed.
Huln assumed that this unfathomable guide shared his opinion and thought Galen was being unrealistic.
However, Huln didn't expect Ancagalon, who hadn't said much along the way, to be on the same page: "Actually, sealing Neltharion isn't impossible."
When did demigods lose their sense of awe in their hearts?
Huln began to doubt his life.
Was it after seeing Malorne, the White Stag, have his neck snapped during the war against the Burning Legion?
Or was it after the fall of the Bear Demigod and the Boar Demigod?
"Tell me your plan!" Huln felt like he had boarded a pirate ship, but he didn't want to get off.
If they could really solve the problem of the Black Dragon Aspect, then his servants would be nothing to fear, and his people could live and work in peace and prosperity in these mountains.
"In Neltharion's treasury, there is a divine artifact called the Hammer of Khaz'goroth," Ancagalon slowly revealed.
"The Hammer of Khaz'goroth is a divine artifact used by the Titan Khaz'goroth when shaping the lands and mountains of Azeroth. After Neltharion became the Earth-Warder, the Titans entrusted the use of this artifact to the Black Dragon Aspect to maintain the balance of the earth."
At this moment, Huln had a new question: "Since the Hammer of Khaz'goroth is a Titan creation, why did the Black Dragon Aspect go to such lengths to create a divine artifact called the Dragon Soul back then?"
Why go to the trouble of creating a new one when he had a ready-made artifact on hand?
"..." Silence fell over the group.
Galen's curiosity was piqued as well. Neltharion possessed a weapon used by the Titans. Even if it wasn't comparable to Sargeras' former blade, Gorshalach, it should at least be on par with the reforged T'saslach, right?
Neltharion could have used this hammer to knock the other Dragon Aspects dead one by one to achieve his goals, right?
"Because... I... Neltharion, he forgot!" Ancagalon said, and Huln's bovine face revealed an expression of 'are you kidding me?' He couldn't possibly believe that was the reason.
However, Galen was somewhat inclined to believe it. As far as he knew, Neltharion had already been corrupted by the whispers of the Old Gods at that time, and he was constantly being manipulated by them. The dragon had become completely erratic, and there wasn't much time when he was in his right mind.
Moreover, the Dragon Soul that the Old Gods wanted to create had special effects that the Hammer of Khaz'goroth didn't possess.
Just as Huln was about to ask more questions, a deep roar suddenly came from ahead.
The roar was filled with pain, echoing through the mountains.
Huln pushed all his questions to the back of his mind and vigilantly watched the cliff above, searching for the source of the roar.
"We're here!" Ancagalon said in a low voice.
Around the corner, a huge cave appeared before them. "This is Neltharion's lair!"
"Sneak in?"
"Sneak in!"
The three quickly reached an agreement. Since it was a secret operation, there was no need to alarm the Black Dragon Aspect in advance.
Ancagalon began to cast a spell, applying invisibility to the three of them.
Since he was reborn as a Blue Dragon, in addition to the talent for manipulating the earth in his soul, he also possessed the talent for spellcasting.
It was just that he felt his soul was quite weak during this period. He guessed it was because there were always two Neltharion souls in this temporal plane.
Fortunately, he wasn't using his original body now, otherwise, he would not only be weak in soul, but his physical body would probably be weak as well.
This was also one of the reasons why Galen and he came to his original lair.
Galen needed Ancagalon to stay in this timeline to protect his plan for ten thousand years, until the moment Galen returned.
Therefore, it wouldn't do for Ancagalon to remain in a state of soul weakness. The Hammer of Khaz'goroth possessed the magical effect of opening up special spaces. The planes that sealed the four elements were opened up by its great power. As long as the artifact was used to banish Neltharion from this timeline, leaving only one Neltharion soul in Azeroth, Ancagalon would be able to recover his full strength.
Galen and Huln followed the familiar Ancagalon for an unknown amount of time until they heard the chattering voices of goblins and the constant sound of metal clanging.
Ancagalon stopped and turned to whisper to Galen and Huln, "We're here."
The tunnel they were in seemed to lead to a huge space, and red light shone from within into the tunnel where Galen and the others were sneaking.
Galen peeked inside.
The scene inside was beyond Galen's expectations. Thousands of goblins and Drogbar were working with all their might in the cavern, as if they would die if they slackened off even a little.
The goblins and Drogbar had a clear division of labor. Some goblins were working hard to break up piles of ore, while others were throwing fuel into towering furnaces. Above the furnaces, a series of large cans were hung with iron chains. Molten metal was continuously poured into extraordinarily large can molds.
Many large barrels filled with water were waiting for those molds filled with metal, and the tall and strong Drogbar placed the completed molds into the large water barrels to cool.
After cooling, the Drogbar lifted the finished product out of the mold. It was a complete piece of armor!
Galen could tell at a glance that it was made of True Iron, so what they were making was Deathwing's first-generation armor!
Huln saw two giant pieces of armor that had been cast discarded aside in the distance. They were previous failures of the goblins, and small cracks had appeared on their metal surfaces, rendering them useless to Neltharion.
"What are they doing?"
Galen and Ancagalon both knew what it was, but only Huln hadn't figured out the situation yet.
"Could it be that the Black Dragon Aspect is planning to make a suit of armor for himself?"
"You guessed it!"
"Agony!"
"Ding!"
"Clang!"
"Suffering!"
"Ding!"
"Bang!"
"My hatred burns in the abyss!"
"Roar! Ah!"
From the depths of the cavern came waves of pained and hateful roars.
Galen and his companions attempted to bypass the hordes of goblins and Drogbar, heading towards where Deathwing was. The cavern was filled with the Black Dragon's servants, and they were nearly struck several times by clumsy goblins transporting ore. Fortunately, their superior strength and swift reactions allowed them to avoid being exposed from their concealed state.
However, observing from close range allowed Galen to see the resentment on the faces of these Drogbar and goblin slaves.
Deathwing's terrifying exploitation and oppression had already filled these slaves with discontent. Perhaps this group of servants could be exploited.
Soon, they saw the figure of the Black Dragon King!
What a terrifying body!
The once-massive body was covered with hideous wound fissures, the result of Deathwing's previous forceful fusion with the Dragon Soul's power. His body couldn't contain such vast energy, and his body had been directly blown apart.
At this moment, these Drogbar slaves were hammering newly crafted elementium armor onto Deathwing's body, attempting to use an exoskeleton to stabilize his body.
"Roar!"
Each time the Drogbar slaves pulled on the chains, a large pendulum hammer would strike the armor plate, increasing the armor's adhesion to the body.
However, the process of installing the elementium armor was extremely painful, as it involved directly nailing the armor into the body.
Galen respected him as a tough guy, being so ruthless to himself.
At this point, Deathwing's body no longer contained blood; what flowed out was scorching magma. Goblins on the ground would be accidentally submerged in the magma and turned into charcoal.
"Why did you stop! Damned insects! Roar!"
"M... Master!"
A goblin resembling an engineer tremblingly approached Deathwing, saying with a look of fear, "Only two pieces of armor have been completed so far. Another piece needs to cool down. Please give us more time, Great Master!"
"I want it to be more secure than the previous armor plates! But all you give me is pathetic failure!"
Deathwing recalled the recent events of him seizing the Dragon Soul. He was almost successful. If the armor plates on his body hadn't been weak and shattered by Sargeras with a casual blow, he would have already held the Dragon Soul in his arms!
The goblin engineer nodded desperately, then said as if taking credit, "Great Master, this time the metal ratio is the best! It's stronger than steel! It can also withstand impacts, and it's as light as a feather!"
At this moment, Deathwing gently moved his body, as if feeling the armor plate on his body.
Indeed, it was much lighter than the previous batch.
Deathwing looked at the second armor plate, still emitting a red glow, with a fanatical expression. His breathing became rapid.
"Not enough, I need more!" Deathwing hoped that his armor would be completed sooner so that he could go out and cause trouble.
"Master, we don't have enough manpower!"
"Didn't many tauren come from outside! They are the best slaves!"
"As you command, Master. I will issue the capture order later!" the goblin engineer said cautiously.
"Continue, put this piece on me too. Now I can't wait for it to be in its proper place!"
"But, Great Master, it still needs further cooling. The residual heat inside the armor plate will only increase the pressure you receive, and those bolts are already overheated! They can easily deform..."
"I said! Now!"
Deathwing roared angrily, and a powerful airflow spewed from his dragon mouth, nearly blinding the goblin engineer.
"As you command! Master, no problem! Master!"
The goblin engineer was able to survive under the volatile Deathwing to this day because he was good at observing people's expressions. Whatever the master said was what he did, even if the master was wrong, he would follow orders, otherwise his life would be in danger.
"Move, move quickly, the master needs you."
"Transport team, load the armor plate!"
"Hammer team, get ready!"
"Where are the bolts! Quickly hoist the bolts over and prepare to fix them!"
Under the goblin engineer's orders, the surrounding goblins and Drogbar immediately moved. The goblins were equipment operators, and the Drogbar were porters, each in their respective positions.
The second armor plate, which had not yet cooled, was moved back and forth by iron cables, and finally attached to the right side of Deathwing's ribs, directly covering two huge cracks.
"Ah!"
Deathwing let out a satisfied sigh, as if the giant branding iron-like armor plate made him feel satisfied.
What a pervert.
Galen thought in his heart, looking up and down at Ancagalon beside him, as if saying, "I didn't expect you to play so perverted!"
Ancagalon looked innocent. To be honest, his memory of being corrupted for tens of thousands of years was already very blurred, as if he had lost his mind at that time.
"Very good! The armor is successfully attached! Prepare to fix the first bolt!"
The goblin engineer's sharp voice pulled Galen and Ancagalon's thoughts back.
"Great Lord, we must stop the installation of this second armor plate. The more firmly Deathwing's body is fixed, the harder he will be to deal with!"
Hoon also recovered from the shock at this time. He agreed with the guide's words. If the Black Dragon King was not dealt with, he and his servants would attack his people next!
"Act quickly, Galen, it's too late!" Hoon had already seen a bolt as thick and long as his thigh being carried up, ready to be installed!
"Then let's act. Hoon, you and I will deal with the Black Dragon King. Ancagalon, you go find the Hammer of Khaz'goroth!"
After Galen finished speaking, he took out a weapon similar to a harpoon gun from his backpack. This was a spare grappling hook produced during the modification of Gruul.
"Hoon, in a moment, I will use this weapon to aim at that armor plate, and then you will be responsible for pulling. We will peel it off the Black Dragon King's body!"
"Okay! No problem!" Hoon said that he was good at brute force.
There were round holes around the armor plate. Galen estimated that a dozen bolts would be needed for each armor plate. No wonder Deathwing's tendons in later generations were so difficult to hit. The flesh and blood and the huge bolts had grown into one piece, so the difficulty of peeling it off would be great.
Deathwing's body was huge, and the rise and fall of his body caused by each breath caused some difficulties for the goblins' calibration work.
They tried for a long time before they found a round hole in the armor and prepared to slide the bolt in to fix it!
"Now! Fire!"
Bang!
Galen aimed his grappling hook at a bolt hole on the armor plate. This hole was at least twenty centimeters in diameter. Galen hit it in one shot, and the grappling hook shot in rapidly.
It just happened to block the bolt that was about to be installed from the outside.
The goblins operating didn't react to the sudden event and were still trying to fix the bolt. The hammer team was still operating the machinery, dropping the giant hammer heavily on the bolt.
It's just that there was already a primal iron chain in the round hole in front of the bolt.
A hole cannot accommodate both a grappling hook chain and a bolt at the same time, and there is always a first come, first served.
After the heavy blow, there was the sound of bones breaking. The bolt did not drive into Deathwing's body, and at this time the head of the nail was already crooked!
"Awoo!"
Neltharion let out a long roar, filled with pain. Galen never expected a giant dragon to let out such a miserable wail!
The intense pain caused Deathwing to suddenly stand up from a prone position. The surrounding installation equipment was knocked over by his huge movements. At this time, he had already discovered Galen and Huln along the iron lock of the grappling hook on the armor plate.
"Damn ants!"
Deathwing had just finished roaring when Galen shouted, "Pull!"
Huln's thick legs slammed on the ground, fixing himself in place. Then the veins on his arms bulged, and he exerted force suddenly.
Galen even turned into a giant bear. One end of the iron lock was wrapped around his waist, and he ran wildly towards the hole!
Clang!
"Ah!"
The second armor plate was only attached to Deathwing's body and had not been installed yet. After being pulled by the brute force of a bear and a bull, it was directly pulled down from Deathwing's ribs!
There were four hooks on the four corners of the armor plate. When it fell off, it tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from Deathwing. The severe pain caused Deathwing's four claws to firmly grip the rocks on the ground, and his tail twitched uncontrollably, sweeping the workbench, furnace, and molds everywhere.
Then flames spewed out, and a furnace exploded, with burning debris flying everywhere.
"Haha, Huln, look, he seems to be about to cry! Hahaha!"
Galen heard the sound of the armor plate landing and knew that his plan had succeeded. When he looked back, he happened to see Deathwing's painful appearance.
"Die! You all must die!"
Deathwing strode towards Galen and Huln, completely disregarding the lives of the goblins and Drogbar under his feet.
"I will tear your flesh from your bones and stick nails into every one of your nerves!"
At this time, he hated them so much that his teeth itched. The severe pain made him lose his mind. There was only one thought in his mind, to catch the two destroyers, and flay them alive!
"This mountain will become your tomb!" Deathwing roared at the cave entrance.
"Hahaha, come over here!"
At this time, Galen remembered that back in Grim Batol, he didn't know how many kilometers he had been chased by Deathwing, and then Deathwing pressed his Ursoc form on the ground and rubbed him, and rubbed him again.
Wait, is there a possibility that because I tore off his armor plate in bear form today, he hates bears and bulls so much, and then ten thousand years later, when I recharge my account, I unfortunately chose Ursoc, so Deathwing recalled the pain brought by the bear today, so he burst out with all his strength at that time?
Damn it, I planted the bitter fruit myself, and I have to eat it myself!
Annoying!
At this time, Deathwing's armor had not yet taken shape, and not long ago he was attacked by Sargeras. Now he is seriously injured, and his strength is less than 10%. It is his weakest time. Anyway, I have already been rubbed on the ground, and now it is my turn to take revenge.
Galen canceled his transformation, returned to human form and began to run, then used the force to step on the mountain wall, and jumped directly onto Deathwing's back. Huln also fired his Eagle Spear as a fishing hook, nailing it into Deathwing's back, and then followed Galen, both of them came to the back of the black dragon.
The difference in size between the two sides was too great. The best way to deal with a behemoth is to attack his blind spot.
Deathwing was still hanging with many goblins who were just about to help him fix the bolts. Huln killed them all in a few strokes.
Galen was even more ruthless and didn't say much. He directly inserted two greatswords into the cracks on Deathwing's back, all the way to the hilt!
"Aww!"
A miserable howl came from Deathwing's mouth again, and he began to twist his body frantically, trying to throw the ants on his back off his body.
Galen grabbed the hilt of the sword and was as steady as an old dog. Huln's footing was unstable and the power was thrown out. At this time, he learned from Galen, grabbed the Eagle Spear upside down, with the spearhead facing down, and stabbed it down hard!
"Don't!"
Galen spoke out to stop Huln's actions, but it was too late.
Being attacked again from the back by a divine weapon like the Eagle Spear, the severe pain caused Deathwing to scurry around in the cave, and a large amount of rubble fell, hitting Huln on the head.
Huln raised his head and saw that there was a layer of shimmer on Galen's body. He used a magic shield to resist the falling rock attack.
"What's wrong, Galen, why did you stop me just now?"
Galen sighed, saying it out loud might make you feel bad.
I saw Galen pulling out more than half of a greatsword, Huln widened his bull eyes, and saw that the sword body had been corroded by Deathwing's hot blood, and it was pitted and uneven. Perhaps after a while, this weapon would be scrapped.
Huln looked down at his ancestral artifact, his eyes twitched, and the pain was written all over his face.
After Galen waited for Huln to finish watching, he inserted the greatsword back!
"Roar!"
Deathwing was injured again!
This time he didn't care about anything and directly turned around to prepare to spew magma dragon breath!
At this time, Galen received a mental message from Ancagalon. He had already obtained the Hammer of Khaz'goroth. After all, it was his original lair. Ancagalon was familiar with the road and moved very quickly.
"Go, Huln."
Galen grabbed Huln's horns, threw him out, then pulled out the Eagle Spear and left the dragon's back before the dragon's breath burned him.
Galen pulled Huln and ran towards Ancagalon, with Deathwing chasing closely behind, still hanging with fiery red magma on his back.
Galen and the others ran while dodging the magma dragon breath behind them, until at a corner, Ancagalon was carrying a giant hammer of emerald green!
I saw Ancagalon waving the Hammer of Khaz'goroth and smashing it hard on the ground, and then a large number of sharp stone pillars emerged from the stone walls around the cave, attacking Deathwing like waves.
The moment Ancagalon appeared, Deathwing felt a burst of weakness in his soul. The sudden situation prevented him from dodging the attack of the stone pillars, but the stone pillars of this hardness could not break through the dragon armor on Deathwing's body at all.
"Ants, so what if you get the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, you don't know how to use it at all!"
Ancagalon glanced strangely at himself from ancient times and said softly:
"Are you sure?"
Ancagalon slammed Khaz'goroth's Hammer hard onto the ground: "Landslide!"
A granite spike shot out from the ground along the cave, heading straight for Deathwing.
Before the granite spike could attack Deathwing, Ancagalon used Khaz'goroth's Hammer again to smash the ground. After the landslide, the ground beneath Deathwing's feet burst open, and magma splattered.
Immediately following, Ancagalon didn't stop. He swung Khaz'goroth's Hammer for the third time, and a new crystal spike appeared!
Three attacks, each spike harder than the last. Deathwing was beaten back again and again.
"Who are you!"
Even though Deathwing's sanity was offline at this moment, his mind a chaotic mess, he was still surprised that the creature before him could skillfully wield Khaz'goroth's Hammer!
"The aura of a dragon, you damned thief! Who exactly are you!"
Facing Deathwing's questioning, Ancagalon didn't speak. He continued to use the magma pools created by Khaz'goroth's Hammer to trap the huge black dragon.
Then, Ancagalon gripped Khaz'goroth's Hammer with both hands and began to approach Deathwing, chanting a spell as he walked.
"No!"
As the original owner of this artifact hammer, Deathwing recognized the effect of Ancagalon's spell!
"No one can banish me! No one!"
Deathwing opened his massive dragon mouth and spat a large mouthful of magma dragon breath towards Ancagalon!
Galen leaped out from behind, fully activating the Holy Light Barrier, blocking all of the dragon breath.
As Ancagalon approached, Deathwing felt his soul becoming increasingly weaker!
Finally!
Ancagalon's spell was completed!
He used Khaz'goroth's Hammer to create a pocket dimension!
The location was directly beneath Deathwing!
Deathwing's body began to sink downwards!
"No! I am Deathwing, the Destroyer of Worlds, this is not my destiny..."
Deathwing's two front claws were still grabbing at the stone walls surrounding the magma pool, trying to drag his mostly submerged body out of the pocket dimension. Galen transformed into a giant bear again, a bear charge slamming into Deathwing's face, followed by a Maul and a Brutal Strike hitting the black dragon's two claws respectively!
The two blows not only interrupted Deathwing's idiotic threats but also destroyed his last points of support. Then, the magma pool swallowed his body like quicksand!
The cave returned to silence, but Galen could still faintly hear the chaotic running of Deathwing's goblin and drogbar servants.
"It's over."
Ancagalon muttered to himself, feeling his soul returning.
This feeling of self-banishment was quite strange, and he remembered that ten thousand years ago, it was Huln and a drogbar chieftain who had banished him together.
But this memory seemed to be fading, and the figure banishing him in his memory gradually transformed into Ancagalon's current appearance.
Was this the power of time stream correction?
It was because of this correction that Galen and Ancagalon didn't dare to go all out. Otherwise, with Deathwing's current weakened state, it would have been easy to kill him!
"Phew, it's good that it's over. My people are safe now!" Huln breathed a sigh of relief, then he raised his Eagle Spear and examined it carefully.
The metal surface of the spearhead was a little pitted, obviously damaged, and the runes on the weapon were also somewhat broken.
"How is it? Is the damage serious?"
Galen walked over, thinking that the Eagle Spear was a survival hunter's artifact and shouldn't be so easily damaged, right?
"There is some damage, but it's not a big problem. I just need to find the elders in the tribe to repair it when we get back."
After Huln finished speaking, his bull eyes stared at Galen and Ancagalon, and he said in a deep voice, "You have helped our tribe to resolve a great crisis. I will engrave your names on my spear, and my descendants will revere you!"
"Hahaha, I hope your Highmountain tribe will remember the name Galen Lighthoof. Maybe we can still fight side by side in the future!"
Galen reached out and patted Huln on the shoulder, then hung an ornament around the tauren's waist with his own hands.
"This is an amulet I made myself. It is a testament to our friendship, Huln."
The ornament was only the size of Galen's palm, with a purple circular gem in the center, surrounded by a circle of night elf-style silver decorations, which looked mysterious.
"I will carry it with me until death!" Huln valued his friendship with Galen very much. After all, this was a life-or-death friendship forged on the battlefield, and Huln had heard that Broxigar had died gloriously. Of the Kalimdor Four, who cherished each other, only Galen remained.
Huln and Galen looked at each other, everything was understood without words.
"Highlord, I need to return to Azurewing Repose. A batch of blue dragon eggs will hatch soon, and Senegos needs my help."
Ancagalon handed Khaz'goroth's Hammer to Huln: "Brave tauren chieftain, this warhammer is entrusted to you for safekeeping."
Huln took Khaz'goroth's Hammer with a look of astonishment, and then heard Ancagalon continue to say: "I have banished Deathwing to a pocket dimension. This pocket dimension was hastily created and can only seal him for a few thousand years at most."
"From my understanding of Deathwing, he will be able to use his earth powers to find a connection with Deepholm when the seal is weak, and break out of the seal."
"This Khaz'goroth's Hammer can help you guard your new home, Highmountain!"
From Ancagalon's understanding of himself, after so many failures, he should learn from his pain. Even if he broke the banishment of the pocket dimension, he would lurk in Deepholm for a while until his injuries healed and his armor was completed before he came out to cause trouble.
"My descendants and I will definitely make good use of this artifact to guard the Highmountain peaks!" Huln Highmountain paid his respects to Ancagalon.
"I am in the Aszuna area to the south. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to Azurewing Repose to ask for my help!"
After Ancagalon finished speaking, he transformed into a blue dragon and flew out along the wide cave!
"Hey, take me with you. Why did you leave by yourself..." Galen was speechless. He hated cave terrain the most. If it wasn't for solving the trouble of Deathwing, he really didn't want to come in.
Galen was about to open a portal to leave when Huln stopped him: "Galen, I saw many dragon eggs on the road just now. It will be a problem after they hatch. Let's go deal with them all!"
Dragon eggs?
Galen's heart was filled with joy. He liked dragon eggs the most. He had gained a lot of convenience on his path to growth because of the existence of dragon eggs!
Just now, Galen led Huln in the direction of Ancagalon, traversing through the intricate mountain caves, and arrived at the deepest part of Nesaario's lair. Here, not only was the treasure of Deathwing, but also a large number of unhatched black dragon eggs of the Black Dragon Legion.
Forget about the treasure; Ancagalon had already taken all the treasures in the vault. There were many materials needed for the resurrection magic circle. He also said just now that he needed to return to the Azure Dragon Shrine to hatch a new batch of blue dragons.
This was the opportunity that Ancagalon had been waiting for.
The Altar of Kings held the souls of a large number of core members of the Blue Dragon Legion. Now that the materials for the resurrection magic circle were complete, as long as Ancagalon seized the opportunity to hatch a batch of blue dragon eggs, he would be able to revive most of the members of the Blue Dragon Legion.
Well, I believe that after Galen returns from the ancient times this time, he will have shares in three of the five great guardian dragon legions.
Galen was led by Huln into a cave he had discovered. There were indeed many dragon eggs placed inside. There were hundreds of these dragon eggs. The dark shells were covered with spikes, and they were quite huge, a circle larger than the ordinary dragon eggs Galen had seen before!
Soon, Galen had his own guess.
These should be dragon eggs containing the Dragon Queen's bloodline. As long as they hatch successfully, they will be princes and princesses of the dragon race. As long as they are given time, relying on this pure bloodline, they will eventually become existences like Onyxia and Nefarian.
However, Galen was not a dragon, so he could only guess that they were dragon eggs laid by the Dragon Queen. He just didn't know if Deathwing had fertilized these hundreds of dragon eggs.
With such a laborious project, he probably didn't complete it, right?
Otherwise, wouldn't he become as thin as Tyrannastrasz, who died in Grim Batol, and then die of dragon exhaustion?
"Galen, how should we deal with these black dragon eggs?" Huln asked Galen after surveying the area with the Hammer of Kaz'goroth.
In the eyes of the Tauren, the Night Elf race possessed the most brilliant civilization on this continent. Galen, as one of their strongest, should be knowledgeable.
"These dragon eggs seem to have been corrupted by the Old Gods, but I'm not sure," Galen said. He knew that after the Black Dragon King was corrupted by the Old Gods, the other Black Dragon members were more or less affected by the Old Gods.
"Then destroy them!" Huln raised his hammer, ready to smash the black dragon egg in front of him.
"Wait!" Galen stopped him. It was only suspected corruption, and it could still be salvaged.
Just purify them all with Lightforging.
After all, in his own timeline, Deathwing had already been killed by him, and pure second-generation black dragon eggs had almost disappeared. Based on the principle of not wasting, Galen prepared to collect them all.
Just as Huln was puzzled, the black dragon egg in front of them seemed to be frightened. Cracks began to appear on the surface, and then a black dragon whelp the size of a puppy hatched.
As soon as the black dragon whelp hatched, it fluttered its small wings and flew into Huln's arms, rubbing its little head against the Tauren's chin.
"..."
Such a dramatic scene left Huln a little dumbfounded. Apart from his own Tauren calves, he had never held other cubs.
"Galen, can I not kill him?" Huln remembered his own children in Thunder Bluff and couldn't bear to kill this black dragon whelp for a moment.
"You cannot!"
Galen's words surprised Huln: "Didn't you just say they were corrupted by the evil gods?"
He also thought he was just being soft-hearted. Huln had also witnessed the madness of the Black Dragon King. If this cub would endanger the world in the future, he would strangle him to death with his three carrot-thick fingers.
"Fortunately, his bloodline is very pure and there is no trace of the evil god's curse," Galen said, reaching out to stroke the black dragon whelp in Huln's arms.
"Huln, take him back to Thunder Bluff. After he learns shapeshifting, let him transform into a Tauren, teach him the skills of the Highmountain tribe, and let him protect your descendants!"
The little dragon whelp seemed to know that Galen was the one who determined his fate, raising his little head and rubbing Galen's palm to show his affection, while also enjoying Galen's head pat.
Huln looked down at the little dragon whelp, seemingly thinking about Galen's words.
Galen was not in a hurry either. He believed that Huln could not refuse this temptation. This was a black dragon prince, with the pure bloodline of the Black Dragon King, with a long lifespan. As long as he lived, he could guarantee the inheritance of the Highmountain tribe!
"From now on, you will be called Ebyssian!"
In this way, Huln adopted a little black dragon and obtained the artifact Hammer of Kaz'goroth. Galen collected the remaining hundred or so black dragon eggs. The two can be said to have returned fully loaded.