Chapter 3 third chapter

Alexstrasza hadn't anticipated the situation, but it seemed that the sudden appearance of the Twilight dragons did bring the other dragons into action.The Dragon Clan immediately put down their quarrel with each other, flew into the air, and rushed to attack the enemy to protect the temple from being violated. It's incongruous, yet aesthetically pleasing violence.Dozens of huge figures in crystal red, emerald green and sky blue flipped in the air, turning sideways.Their enemies are all the shades of day turning into night—purple, violet, and indigo—in bloody battles, grace and brutality coexist.

Just as the dragons clashed, there seemed to be a voice echoing in their ears. "Thank you all for being here so that I can easily destroy more fragile creatures like you." Alexstrasza sprinted straight for the three clustered dragons, dodging their deadly breath with a downward dive, which was the same color as the purple of their bodies.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue dragon hang in the air for a moment, cast a spell, then fold his wings and lunge down.She turned quickly, dodging the sudden impact that seemed to be made of icicles.One twilight dragon managed to blur itself, but the other two were too slow.Alexstrasza seized the opportunity, galloped up, and took one of them by the throat.In a state of nothingness, the Twilight Dragon, who didn't have enough strength to transform, let out a low scream, frantically beating its indigo wings, trying to break free from the Red Dragon Queen.His black claws clawed at her stomach.Her scales blunted the damage of the attack, but the searing pain was still spreading through her belly.She bites harder and the pain stops.She opened her jaws, let go of the limp corpse, and let him fall downwards without even looking at him.

"Who are you?" Alexstrasza called, her voice amplified in the cold, still air. "Stand up yourself and report your name, otherwise you are a coward who can only brag!" "I'm not a coward and I'm not bragging," the voice said again. "My followers call me Father Twilight. They are my children and I love them." The great Life-Binder felt a chill, though she didn't know why.If the name is true, if he is the leader of these creatures— "Then, Father Twilight, come out and protect your children, or stand by and let us slaughter them one by one!"

The two twilight dragons charged at Alexstrasza from opposite directions.She was so preoccupied with finding the source of the sound that she almost missed the two dragons in time.Just when there was only one tail's width left, she folded her wings, fell like a stone, and twisted her body at the same time.Directly above her, two twilight dragons switched to shadow stance just moments before colliding, passing each other unscathed. Harsh, triumphant laughter surrounded her. "The great Life-Binder is nothing more than a stupid little girl. It must be fun to watch you shatter into pieces."

She heard a deafening roar.A red dragon fell in battle, his huge red wings still trying to carry him upwards, though one side was torn to pieces.With a pain in his heart, Alexstrasza swooped down on the killers of her comrades, roaring and spewing flames.One of the dragons immediately changed its flesh and blood form, avoiding the trajectory of the flames.Another twilight dragon, braver or more stupid, turned around and threw a sharp black magic dagger at Alexstrasza, and began to transform.Arrogance killed him.She opened her jaws wide and spewed out a flame that could cover his whole body.This flame was more violent than the breath of ordinary red dragons, and before he had time to complete the transformation, the flame seemed to be about to melt his bruised scales.The scales rolled up, and the flesh and blood underneath were burned to the point that only bones remained.Half of his body had been burned beyond recognition.The twilight dragon fell, his form was mixed, suffering from pain.

Alexstrasza glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that her usually gentle sister Ysera was also fighting ferociously.She opened her mouth, and the air she exhaled should have been as sweet as summer flowers, but now it was green air full of poison.The two twilight dragons started to back up, struggling to breathe, their wings flapping a little messily.Their distraction gave Ysera enough time.She stretched out her claws and opened her huge mouth, and quickly released a spell.Screaming in terror, the two dragons began to attack each other, both now firmly convinced that their companions were enemies.It won't be long before they finish Ysera's work.

Alexstrasza dodged another blow, swooping and circling over her foe, sweeping her mighty tail against his neck.As the dead dragon fell to the ground, she noticed two things at the same time. First, there are two Aspects present here, and both are engaged in battle.Twilight dragons are so few in number that it's impossible to take them down.What's more, the elite dragonmen who usually guard the entrance of the Five Dragons Temple also temporarily left their posts to join the battle.Even though they can't fly, if a wounded Twilight Dragon unfortunately lands, even if it's only a minor injury, they can quickly deal with it.It's so easy.

Second, all the battles are in one place. Why? A better strategy would have been to separate the dragons, surround them, and keep them away from any protectors, while using the temple's own architecture as one of its weapons.But the twilight dragons were all gathered like ants on the top of the temple, and here they were easy targets for Ysera and Alexstrasza. Alexstrasza had cramps in her abdomen, and an indescribable but horrific fear filled her body.This is so wrong. "Get away from the enemy!" she shouted, her voice beguiling her panic, loud and clear. "Lead them out of the temple and destroy them one by one!"

The defending giant dragon obeyed, and immediately scattered away.The twilight dragons were still tightly packed together, what appeared to be a phalanx to Alexstrasza.Only a few broke out of formation to follow their prey. Then she realized what was going on.They didn't come to attack.They came to scatter— The double explosion, material and theoretical, was strong enough to make Alexstrasza flip upside down in the air, helplessly turning somersaults, watching a newly hatched dragonling being blown up by the whirlwind.Her huge wings spread out, but were almost torn off.Alexstrasza howled in piercing pain, trying to steady himself.Her huge body seemed to be punched by a living mountain and fell downward.For a long time she couldn't even hear anything.

But she can still see.In that bone-piercing pain, she wished she could not see. Wyrmrest Temple still stands.Barely.Several imposing arches have been shattered, their remains looking like melted ice.From the bottom of the temple, red magic power surged upwards. And at the bottom of the temple— "Five Dragon Temple!" Someone shouted. "our children!" Many dragons broke into battle, swooping down.For a moment, but what seemed like an eternity, Alexstrasza was speechless. Crimson Temple... Children... Kryostrasz...! When she was finally able to speak, she was amazed at what she had said.

"Hold on tight!" she yelled. "We must lose no one! My dragon, drive away the enemies! Let them not harm us again!" In her passionate cry, not only her red dragon, but other dragon clans were all cheered up.What they fear has happened, and the ensuing anger, grief, and panic are turned into power against each other.The Twilight Dragons seemed frightened by their ferocity and soon began fleeing. Alexstrasza did not pursue.She folded her wings and swooped down towards the ground.My heart was beating wildly because of the deathly fear of what I would find out, and my body was also shaking with my heart. There are many mountains in Dragonblight, and Father Twilight stands on the top of one of them.The wind blew through his hooded cloak, but he fixed his hood firmly with one hand, and he didn't seem to feel the cold.In his other hand he clutched a small silver chain with very fine rings.In the shadow of the hood loomed a jagged, silver-bearded face with deep-set eyes staring outward.He watched the battle with enjoyment, taunting the Life-Binder with childish glee. But the explosion that crippled the dragonflight had also surprised and disappointed him. Beside the tall, muscular man stood a beautiful young woman.Her long blue-black hair floated in the air, bringing a hint of pink to her pale cheeks.The thin chain that Father Twilight held in his gloved hand formed a loop around her slender throat, almost like a delicate necklace.She didn't seem to be cold either, but her tears were freezing on her face.But now, she smiled, and the tears melted, dripping on the cold stone under her feet. The hooded figure slowly turned towards the girl. "How did you bring them a message? How did you do it? Who helped you?" The girl smiled even wider. "Your followers are too loyal to help me. I didn't send them a message. But it seems that someone is smarter than you... Father Twilight." Different from the respectful tone of the cultists, she called this There was a provocative disdain when he was named. "Your plan failed." He took a step closer to her, then chuckled suddenly, "You're so stupid. There are so many options. And wise men always have more than one plan." He casually tightened his grip on the chain in his hand.The chain twisted, burning her with white light.The panting girl reached for her throat with her hands.He smiled at the smell of burning flesh, and casually released her from the spell again. She didn't kneel, not exactly, but her panting and trembling were enough to soothe him. They did get frustrated.The setback was major.But what he told his prisoner was true.A wise man always has more than one plan.And Father Twilight is definitely a wise man. He is far from defeated. They're all gone. Temple of Five Dragons—all, gone.It's as if they never existed.Five tiny dimensions, each dragon's holy place - completely wiped.And with them goes their store of infinitely precious treasure: their offspring.Thousands of lives were killed before they had a chance to breathe fresh air or spread their wings. Alexstrasza was with the guards; there wasn't even much to investigate here.It is not known what method the Twilight Dragon used to cause each temple to explode inward, leaving only traces of the energy used to explode.Investigating how to do this, or even why, needs to wait until everyone is clearer and calmer.Right now, the dragons are still in pain and loss. There was no hope, although Alexstrasza still had a glimmer of hope.She used her heart to unleash the power of her Life-Binder and her boundless love, trying to find traces of the one who held the first place in her heart.They are so close that even if he is kidnapped, as long as he is alive, she can sense him.She had always been able to do this before. Cleostraz? Dead silence. My love? Nothing at all. And the temple, the dragon egg, and the hope of the future of the dragon family disappeared together, and there was Cleostrasz. Spinning around, the shocked Alexstrasza crouched on the snow-white ground.Torrastrasza, steward of the Dragon Council, stood beside her, trying to comfort her.This matter is so terrible and so important that there is absolutely no possibility of relief in a short period of time.Maybe never even. Tariostrasz is near Torrastrasza. "Talk to you?" Torrastrasza touched Alexstrasza lightly. "I'll be right back," she said. Alexstrasza looked up at her with empty eyes, unable to comprehend Torrastrasza's words for a moment.Then she nodded. "Oh, well... no problem." My love, my heart, my life... why should I let you stay?Maybe you'll survive if you come with me. ... All around her were angry voices, anger and pain, louder with fear and fury.Compassionate numbness was Alexstrasza's last defense against losing himself.As the impossible nightmare continued, the numbness began to recede.She felt a light brush against her neck, and turned to see Ysera's iridescent eyes looking at her with pity.Knowing there was nothing to say, the Green Dragonkeeper remained silent, stretching out beside her sister, their bodies touching. "Life-binder," Torrastrasza said after a moment.Alexstrasza tried to raise his head to look at each other. "Cleostrasz..." Torrastrasza began, but she couldn't go on. "I know," Alexstrasza said.Her admission broke her heart even more, as if saying the words made the nightmare all the more real. "He...was here. In the temple. My love is gone." But Torrastraza shook his head strangely.Suddenly, Alexstrasza felt a surge of irrational hope. "He survived?" "No, no, I—seems like a suicidal adventure." She stared at Torra Straza as if the butler was talking nonsense. "Your words mean nothing!" she said, slamming her forepaws down. "He is...he did it. The only residue still bears the imprint of his energy. The imprint is green...and alive." "You mean my sister's favorite consort destroyed these temples? Eggs and himself?" Ysera said, her voice still detached and calm. "It's—there's no other explanation." Alexstrasza watched Torrastrasza. "That's impossible," she said, her voice harder than stone. "You know Cleostrasz. You know he can't do that." "Unless he's partnering with the Twilight's Hammer!" Arygos' voice was angry. "All along, he has been urging you, my father, Shaxi, to attack the Demon Hub. In fact, he has been planning to wipe out our entire race." Anger exploded through Alexstrasza's blood like a rolling fireball.Leaping forward, she looked at the blue dragon and walked slowly towards him. "While your father wept in madness, Kryostrasz and I fought for Azeroth. We united with all the allies we could find. We changed time itself; we died for the world. He Always by my side, his heart is sincere and strong. He loved you, Arygos, he saved you and Kerry, and the lives of many other dragons. He has saved our world countless times, Our race. And now, you're here trying to convince us he's allied with Deathwing? With a cult that just wants to end everything?" "Arygos," Kalek persuaded, "there should be other explanations." There could be... there must be... there must be - Alexstrasza knew that.but-- "The Twilight Dragon's strategy is to keep us fighting in the air above the temple," Torrastrasza continued, her voice soft but her words relentless. "They're interfering, keeping us busy fending off the enemy... luring the Wyrmrest Guardians out so that—" Torrastrasza paused, unable to look at the Life-Binder she revered.She knew what she said broke the Red Dragon Queen's heart. "Alexstrasza," Kalek said softly, "tell us why Krasus didn't come today. He must...I'm not sure, but you made him stay, didn't you?" His voice was Plead in general. She looked at Kalek, recalling that conversation—the last they could have—with more heartbreak. So, my love, don't take me with you.You are the Red Dragon Queen.They will listen to you.I am but a pebble between the scales--obnoxious, insignificant. It was he who advised himself to stay. "No," she whispered, replying to Kalek while desperately denying what seemed to be the certainty that Cleostras was indeed the planner of the event. Kalek looked at her in pain. "I... despite the evidence - despite the appearance - I cannot believe that Crassus would want genocide! This is not the Krasus I know!" "Perhaps madness is not the province of the Dragonlord," Arygos sneered. Alexstrasza broke down. Throwing her head back, she cried out her pain, and the voice of mourning resounded through the sky, making the frozen earth tremble.She leaped upward, flapping her wings, in sync with her galloping heart, her eyes fixed on the graceful union orb. She flew straight for it. Alexstrasza ducked his head at the last second, like a ram charging at the enemy.Her huge dragon horns hit the delicate orb.With a loud, piercing thud, the Orb of the Union broke into a thousand shining shards, falling like glittering raindrops toward the dragon below. She has to get out of here.They were so quick to believe that what had been the best had turned into the worst, and she wanted to stay away from these dragons.Not just blue dragons or green dragons, even her own red dragon, they should know better— Should she know better?So what if all this is true? No.No, she can't, and she won't bear even a little doubt in her heart, or she will betray the most trustworthy person in the past. Torrastrasza, Ysera, and Kalecgos flew beside her.They said things she couldn't understand.Alexstrasza turned in mid-air and began attacking them. Surprised they changed their course.She didn't give chase.She doesn't want to kill.She just wanted them to leave her, so she could escape this place, this terrible place that represented unspeakable, even unimaginable horrors.She could no longer look at the temple without thinking about this moment, and now—it was too much to bear. Everything is unbearable. Weak, she can only hold on to one thing now: hope, hope that she can fly far enough and fast enough to fly past memories. Alexstrasza's rage and fear intensified her offensive, but she didn't really want to kill.Ysera, Torrastrasza, and Kalek dodged easily.Ysera felt her own pain—many of the eggs destroyed in the explosion belonged to her clan, if not her own—but she knew it was nothing compared to what her sister had endured. In one brutal blow, Alexstrasza lost his spouse, child and hope. Ysera flew back to the temple sadly, her heart heavy, her brain - now, as usual - chewing on puzzles, pieces of mystery. The dragons are leaving in groups.These angry, or sullen dragons, no one seemed to want to stay here, in the place that had once been so dear to them. The Dragon's Sleep Alliance Army was completely destroyed just like its symbol, and this temple is now meaningless. However, Ysera did not flee.She flew slowly around the temple, looking almost unbiasedly at it, then landed, transformed into a night elf form, and walked around the building on foot.There were corpses everywhere: those of red dragons, blue dragons, green dragons, and twilight dragons.The life and vital energy of the magic Kryostrasz used to destroy the Temple is seeping to the surface.Live plants break through the snow cover. Ysera shook her head sadly.Such flourishing life, yet such death.She bent down, stroked a long green leaf, and continued to wander aimlessly. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't paying attention to what her eyes were seeing.She does her best to communicate her incomplete vision to the other dragons.It's almost impossible to do: the only way for anyone else to really understand it is to put them asleep for eons, and then wake up now and try to find its meaning.Ysera knew she wasn't crazy, and she felt that others knew it too, but now, to a certain extent, she knew what it felt like to be crazy. twilight.She'd mentioned it at the party, trying to warn the others, but the warning hadn't worked; a small piece of...something...what little remained was swept away like broken china with a hard-working broom.this is-- She bit her lower lip, thinking. This was the biggest challenge the dragons would face, but she didn't know who they would be up against.It could come soon... or it could be eternity.Does it have anything to do with Deathwing's return?Must have... isn't it?This world shattering is one of the worst impacts Azeroth has ever suffered. How was she supposed to tell others how urgent the situation was when she couldn't figure it out herself?She let out a restless whine. One thing she was sure of.There are many pieces missing from this puzzle, one piece is the key without which the other pieces cannot be placed.This one was very unusual, unlikely at best, and she didn't know how to fit him.She just knew he had to fit in. Ysera had seen him in her dreams many times.She had thought she knew her role, but now, strangely enough, something—something fated, even she couldn't fully comprehend—was making her think that she hadn't quite figured out what he meant for Ai. Contribution by Xerath. He is not a dragon.But he cared about the Dragon Clan in his heart—whether he knew it or not.He spans several worlds - but has no desire to rule, dominate or destroy them.He is different. She tilted her head, letting the breeze play with her long green hair.Maybe that's why he fits.While each Aspect has its own unique abilities, they are not unique.In the very beginning when the titans came and shared their powers for the better future of Azeroth, there were five dragons, not one.Now they have four, but soon, after the blue dragons decide how to choose a leader, they will have five more. But there is only one life like him. There is only one Thrall.