Onyxia, princess of the black dragonflight.
She became a wielder of the Holy Light.
This news is a joke to Sinestra!
The Dragonmother just wants to ask her black dragons, are you capable?
...
Can you throw a Holy Light spell for me to see?
Eliminating all impossibilities, the most likely scenario is that her daughter's conspiracy has been exposed, the black dragonflight's princess has been killed, and then the Holy Light Church sent a powerful priest or paladin to impersonate Onyxia, luring the black dragons into a trap!
Sinestra believes she has seen through everything!
And that new king of the Kingdom of Alterac, look at what he's called!
Davil Prestor!
This was the identity of the former Black Dragon Aspect, Neltharion, in human society!
Now, this noble identity with Alterac royal blood, under the recommendation of the previous Alliance leader Terenas, has become the new King of Alterac.
Looking at the current King of Alterac, he has become Stromgarde's number one loyal dog, and also a paladin, known for following the Trollbane family's lead!
Could he be Deathwing?
Could he be a black dragon?
Back then, Deathwing forcibly fused with the power of the Dragon Soul and exploded, he forcibly mated with all his consorts, but they all died because they couldn't withstand his violent power. The only one who survived after mating with him was Sinestra, but her body also suffered great damage, so she has been avoiding Deathwing.
Over the years, rescuing Nefarian and Onyxia from Deathwing's clutches has been her motivation to live. Now that they are gone, her heart is filled with hatred.
Hatred for Stromgarde.
Sinestra's heart is filled with towering hatred!
"Tell me your plan!"
The Dragonmother has already made a decision in her heart.
"In the Twilight Bastion that I secretly built, we have a huge number of cultists. I will have them initiate the unrest, and what you need to do is the most important!"
"We have many subordinates, we need to capture someone with great power!"
Cho'gall took out an eyeball exuding chaotic aura, and a tentacle that was still twisting.
"We need the earth power in your bloodline to use this power to launch the Cataclysm, break the barrier between Azeroth and the elemental planes, and release the master's elemental servants!"
"But you are too weak!"
Through the words of Cho'gall's two heads, Sinestra understood that she was to absorb the Old God's power in the eyeball and tentacle, otherwise she would not have Deathwing's earth authority, and it would be impossible to break the Firelands, Skywall, Deepholm, and Abyssal Maw.
But the price is also huge.
She will become as crazy as her husband!
"I need to consider it!"
Sinestra is one of the few black dragons who rely on their own will to get rid of the whispers of the Old Gods. Although her bloodline is still full of curses, at least her will is free.
Once she absorbs C'Thun's eyeball and Yogg-Saron's tentacle, then she may be doomed!
"Okay, Dragonmother, our plan is grand and long-term, and there is no need to rush."
"No, Cho'gall can't wait!"
The Dragonmother used magic to hold the two evil items and stored them: "It won't be long, ogre, soon you will receive my reply."
"Now, you can leave!"
Cho'gall did not hesitate and turned to leave.
"I await your reply, Dragonmother."
"Don't take too long!"
Along with Cho'gall's departure, the cave fell into silence again.
The pensive Dragonmother suddenly spewed a dragon breath towards the top of the cave!
The scorching magma illuminated the entire cave, and at the same time, a golden little bat appeared from the top of the cave. It deftly flapped its wings, dodging the Scarlet dragon breath left and right.
In the darkness, the golden light and shadow collided with the black dragon claws. After a metallic collision, the two sides widened the distance.
The golden bat finally landed on the ground and transformed into a golden Dreadlord.
"A demon? No! It's the aura of the Holy Light!" Sinestra was shocked, a demigod Dreadlord, golden!
She had never seen such a creature. Demons are chaotic creatures that use fel energy, but the one in front of her exudes the aura of order and Holy Light!
"I am not an enemy, respected Black Dragon Dragonmother, perhaps we can stop and talk."
"What the hell are you!"
"I am Mephistroth, as you can see, I am a Dreadlord, but a Dreadlord who has turned over a new leaf!"
"Tch!"
Hearing the words 'turned over a new leaf', even though it was the first unfriendly meeting between the two sides, Sinestra couldn't help but laugh.
However, Mephistroth didn't care, but said to himself: "Not only have Dreadlords turned over a new leaf, but also many black dragons have successfully become golden Holy Dragons. I don't know if the great Dragonmother is interested in this news?"
"Can I assume you are provoking me? Dreadlord!" The Dragonmother's eyes became dangerous again.
Golden Holy Dragons?
Are you kidding me!
"Listen to me first, great Dragonmother."
Mephistroth tried to appease Sinestra. If they fought, the hard-earned opportunity would be wasted. This group of black dragons would definitely disappear without a trace again after attacking themselves!
The Wings of Holy Light didn't want to spend more time looking for the black dragons' traces. They should do more meaningful things, instead of helping people find their mother from thousands of miles away!
"Sinestra, unlike that terrifying father, you are a mother who is sincerely respected by Nefarian and Onyxia."
"At the same time, you are also one of the ancient proto-dragons who participated in the fight against the maddened Galakrond. After Deathwing went mad, you originally had a chance to escape his clutches, but in order to protect more black dragons, you chose to face him."
Mephistroth looked at the burn marks on the Dragonmother's body, even the cunning Dreadlord was in awe.
"Knowing my information so well, you have been tracking the black dragons' traces all these years! From this point of view, I should be the enemy!"
Sinestra's tone was not friendly. The chaotic power emanating from C'Thun's eyeball and Yogg-Saron's tentacle had already made her a little upset, on the verge of rational collapse, and now a Holy Light bat appeared!
"Calm down, great Dragonmother, you should be able to feel that Deathwing, the source of the black dragon's corruption and depravity, has disappeared, so you can restrain the chaotic power remaining in your bloodline, otherwise, Dragonmother, do you think the current black dragonflight can have new whelps born?"
"Neltharion's head became our Grand Lord's trophy, and I am a colleague of Nefarian, Onyxia, and Sabellian. The three of them escaped our father's control and have now established a kingdom full of light."
Hundreds of Golden Holy Dragons were gathered together. How could it not be bright with golden light shining everywhere?
Mephistroth indicated that his explanation was flawless.
"That's impossible!"
"In the face of the Great Master's power, nothing is impossible, Dragon Mother."
At this moment, several humanoid black dragons rushed into the cave, ready to attack the invading Holy Light Wings.
One after another, five Holy Light Dreadlords identical to Mephistroth jumped out from behind him!
Balnazzar, Mal'Ganis, Tichondrius, Anetheron, Varimathras.
Except for Detheroc, who was sent back to the Twisting Nether by Arthas, all the other named high-ranking members of the Nathrezim clan who entered Azeroth have arrived.
Sinestra stopped the black dragons from attacking and told them to stay where they were.
The full appearance of the Holy Light Wings, with six Holy Light Dreadlords, shocked the Black Dragon Mother's inherent beliefs. Perhaps the Golden Holy Dragon species was not unfounded.
Both sides had their own thoughts, and in the midst of the confrontation, Balnazzar, eager to make a contribution, became a little impatient: "Leader, she's been making us search for so long. Why not just forcibly take her away and Lightforge her? Anyway, Nefarian didn't say whether he wanted a black one or a golden one. In the end, they're all the same!"
"No, the Grand Lord still has a use for her. We cannot disrupt the Grand Lord's plan!"
The appearance of the six Holy Light Dreadlords made the Black Dragon Mother somewhat despair. With a slight mistake, the last black dragons of Azeroth would be wiped out here!
"Lady Sinestra, we have fully demonstrated our goodwill, otherwise you would have already fallen."
After the Holy Light Wings were all present, Mephistroth revealed a smile of complete control on his face.
"I hope we can reach an agreement and cooperate well."
"After all, you don't want the Black Dragonflight to disappear completely, do you, Lady Sinestra!"
Sinestra's expression changed, her heart filled with sorrow. Has the Black Dragonflight now become a third-rate force to be slaughtered by others? Can anyone come and threaten them?
After struggling for a long time, Sinestra finally chose to believe these six Dreadlords.
A force that can turn evil Dreadlords into orderly Holy Light beings, what a powerful force this is! At least she knows that the Guardian Dragonflights cannot do these things.
"I can cooperate with you, but I demand to see Nefarian and Onyxia!"
The members of the Holy Light Wings looked at each other, their mental abilities instantly activated.
"What do you say? Should we agree to her request?"
"I'm afraid those two Golden Holy Dragons would beat us up if they knew the pain their mother was about to experience!"
"That's inevitable. This is the plan set by the Grand Lord. Nefarian and Onyxia wouldn't dare to go to the Grand Lord, but they would dare to cause trouble for the six of us!"
"Come on then! Are we six afraid of them three? So what if they have more dragon whelps!"
"Then agree!"
After some communication, Mephistroth agreed to Sinestra's request and promised that she would soon be able to see her beloved son and daughter.
"Mother, do you really believe their words? Is there anyone in this world who can kill... kill him!"
The speaker was a black dragon who had transformed into a human. His skin was dark, he wore a suit of black scale armor, and his head was wrapped in a thick white cloth as a hood. When he said this, his tone was full of disbelief.
"Even demons can believe in the Holy Light now. I believe he is indeed dead."
Sinestra confirmed Neltharion's death through Mephistroth' words just now. The evidence is the birth of this black dragon…
Ever since her husband fell, as the king of all black dragons on Azeroth and the source of the bloodline, he influenced all black dragons.
The black dragons went mad or died. Those who were lucky enough to survive lived in seclusion in remote areas, suppressing the chaos in their bloodline by staying away from the Black Dragon King.
All the black dragon eggs were polluted, and all newborn black dragons were infected with chaotic power. This corruption could not be eradicated.
But more than ten years ago, this pollution gradually weakened…
At that time, Sinestra suspected this possibility. Later, news came from the Alliance that the black dragons had gone to the orcs' homeland, Draenor.
With the closing of the Dark Portal and the Alliance's heavy guard at Watch Keep, there was no possibility of the Dark Portal reopening.
The Black Dragon Mother could not get more information. In addition, she vaguely felt that someone was taking action against the black dragon clan. The reclusive adult black dragons disappeared one by one. In an unclear situation, the Dragon Mother could only rescue a batch of black dragon eggs and wander around.
Over the years, she also gathered some surviving black dragons by chance, such as Malyzarian and the others. It was not until the hatching of this dragon whelp that she vaguely confirmed her guess and tentatively lurked near Neltharion's lair in Highmountain!
"Father… is really dead!"
The black dragons' bodies were trembling.
"Mother, we can start rebuilding the Black Dragonflight and restore the ancient glory of the black dragons!"
Not all black dragons are like Neltharion, forgetting their mission. These newborn dragon whelps, far away from the fallen Deathwing, still remember the duty of the Black Dragonflight under the Dragon Mother's teachings.
"No… not now, Wrathion!"
"Why! Mother!"
The black dragon named Wrathion was full of incomprehension. He was a dragon whelp personally cared for and hatched by the Dragon Mother. He had consciousness before birth, and directly recognized the Dragon Mother as his mother after birth.
"I am very clear about what I need to do next, and what I cannot do… Wrathion, Malyzarian, you must remember that even if there are only you, the Black Dragonflight will still exist. However, the situation is not so bad. If those Holy Light Dreadlords are telling the truth, then your older brother and sister will protect you until the Black Dragonflight is rebuilt!"
Sinestra knew that they were too weak now. The Twilight's Hammer was using them, and the Holy Light Wings and the master behind Nefarian and Onyxia also required her to do things.
Through various intelligence sources, Sinestra had deduced that the master behind them was the current leader of the Alliance.
With a slight mistake, the Black Dragonflight would be destroyed.
"You go down, I need to be quiet for a while…"
As the black dragons left, the cave returned to silence again. This time, no one disturbed the Dragon Mother from thinking about the future of the Black Dragonflight.