Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Malygos let out a snort of amusement as he watched the two newly born whelps fight in front of him, their tiny claws harmlessly swiping at each other.

Youll never get anywhere like that, young ones, Malygos wisely counseled. Your teeth and claws are powerful tools, but they are far too undeveloped at your age. I recommend that you begin learning how to make use of your tails. It is an avenue of attack many never see coming.

It was his experience that enemies always underestimated that amount of damage a dragon could do with a proper swipe of the tail.

As his voice echoed through the creche, all activity ceased in an instant. Younglings haphazardly playing and ambling across the vast hall froze in place, their eyes wide and curious as they looked up at him.

The azure illumination provided by the rooms protective enchantments made it easy to make out the chaotic scene. Two whelps in the midst of a tug-of-war with a fray cloth froze as they looked up at him. Another group farther off paused their roaring contest, their shrill squeals momentarily replaced by silence. A few more, attempting to fly, crashed into their water bowls and made a mess that the resident Drakonid egg-tender began to clean up.

The one whelp that was harmlessly chewing on the end of his tail paused only for a moment before immediately continuing.

Malygos ignored all of that and stared down at the whelps he had been watching with an expectant expression. He knew full well that the children of his Flight began understanding draconic earlier than any other Flight.

After a moment, one of the whelps turned to his sibling and clumsily attempted to smack their snout with his tail, only to trip over his own feet and land flat on his belly with a squeak of surprise. The other whelp didnt hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity and fiercely pounced on his fallen sibling, biting down on their snout.

This seemed to serve as a signal for the rest of the creche as they immediately started moving about again.

Those two certainly have fire in their spirits, dont they Lord Malygos?

Malygos turned his attention to the source of the amused voice and saw Kalecgos in his mortal form, standing at the entrance to the creche.

I suppose they do, Malygos responded as he conjured the image of a whelp demonstrating a proper tail swipe. But their form could certainly use some improvement. Even if our Flight fights primarily with magic, it is still very important for them to understand the physical aspects of battle, especially in times like these.

The illusion and the surge of arcane magic that accompanied the spell captured the attention of every youngling in the room. It wasnt long then before the entire creche was filled with whelps attempting to imitate the illusions movements, their tiny tails whipping around with varying degrees of success.

If youll forgive me for saying so, but I think the whelps can afford to be a bit clumsy at this stage, Kalecgos interjected, a warm smile on his face. With you here to protect them and guide our Flight more than ever, Im sure everything will be fine.

Malygos dearly wished that was true. He and his siblings were among the most powerful entities on Azeroth, but Kalecgos was not as well informed as he was about what lay ahead. If he was, the young dragon would have felt far less confident.

Malygos couldnt help but study Kalecgos closer as he recalled what the little prophet had told him about the Blue Dragonflights future. In another timeline, it would have been this brat who would take his place as the Aspect of Magic. Seeing how he stared at the whelps with love and affection, Malygos could see how such a thing might happen.

While Kalecgos was not the most experienced or powerful member of his Flight, he possessed a degree of loyalty to them and their duties that was impressive. Not only that, but the boy possessed an innate kindness that Malygos knew he had always lacked.

Still Malygos hoped that Kalecgos would never be forced to shoulder the burdens of an Aspect.

After a few more peaceful moments of watching the whelps, Malygos sighed and decided that it was time to return to those burdens. Why are you here, Kalecgos? I recall giving instructions that I am not to be bothered while I am in the creche unless it is important.

Kalecgos straightened and pulled his gaze away from the whelps to look back at Malygos. Forgive me Lord Malygos, but Keeper Archaedas sent a message that he needs to speak with you in Uldaman about one of his ongoing projects.

Malygos hummed thoughtfully. That didnt narrow things down very much given that Archaedas was working on many projects, but there were only a few that involved Malygos directly.

Considering that the matter was likely to be important, Malygos took a moment to shake off the whelps that were scampering across his back and gently removed the one gnawing on his tail.

Come with me, Kalecgos, said Malygos as he made his way out of the creche. He didnt particularly need the younger dragon by his side, but it was important that he take the time to mentor Kalecgos when the opportunity presented itself.

After all, not even Nozdormu could perfectly predict what the future might bring.

Kalecgos jolted with surprise before hurrying to obey. Yes, Lord Malygos!

The two of them passed through the wide halls of the Nexus until they reached its well guarded portal room. Malygos ignored the bows and greetings of the Drakonid portal guardians as he shifted to his mortal form and prepared to teleport himself and Kalecgos to Uldaman. One of the first things that Malygos had done after burying Sindragosas remains was enhance the defenses of the Nexus. Now not even he could easily bypass the wards that protected his Flights home.

It wasnt long before the two of them were hurled through space to the newly created portal hub of Uldaman. A quick glance revealed that Archaedas had begun fortifying his stronghold as well. Several stone golems with powerful fire enchantments etched into their arms were positioned all around the room, ready to unleash an inferno that would threaten most beings.

Malygos paid them no mind as he left the portal room and began striding through the corridors of Uldaman toward Archaedas former stasis chamber, which had been repurposed into a workshop.

After a year of repairs, the differences between now and when the Titan facility was first rediscovered were quite obvious. The rubble had all been cleared by the many earthen who wandered the halls, and new structures, meticulously crafted and imbued with powerful magics, had replaced them.

Even the air felt different, buzzing with arcane magic that carried the distinct flavor of overwhelming order and inflexibility that came with all Titan magic. All arcane magic was orderly of course, but the Titans exemplified this more than any other.

As he entered the final hallway that led to Archaedas workshop, Malygos couldnt help but note the surprising number of mortals who were walking the halls of Uldaman. Nearly all of them were either dwarves or gnomes, scholars who had been allowed into this place so that they might learn what the Keeper was willing to teach them.

It was surprising to him that Archaedas was willing to share the secrets of the Makers even in this small capacity. The construct had shown a surprising amount of sentimentality when it came to his servants and their fleshy descendants.

This place is amazing, Lord Malygos, the wards are like nothing that I have ever seen! said Kalecgos, his eyes distant as he sensed the powerful defenses Archaedas had constructed. Its almost like the entire structure has been enchanted! The modular nature of the spells is simply brilliant, and the energy pathways theyre so efficient. Even if the facility was cut off from the nearby leyline, these wards could last for centuries before falling!

Malygos nodded in agreement. The Titans and their servants have always been particularly good at enchantments and creating stationary defenses. I have only been to Ulduar a few times in my life, but the defenses there make these ones look pathetic in comparison.

While Archaedas had been the main craftsman among the Keepers alongside Keeper Mimiron, he lacked many of the irreplaceable foundries that he would need to construct more impressive works.

Kalecgos looked as if he wished to say more, but he was interrupted as they finally arrived at the entrance to Archaedas workshop. The earthen guards were wise enough to immediately allow him passage instead of demanding that he verify his identity. The last few who wasted Malygos time with such nonsense were teleported to the other side of the continent for their trouble.

As they walked into the enormous workshop, they found Archaedas and Ironaya working on a familiar device. It looked somewhat like a large basin carved out in the center of the room, with several carefully directed streams of magic flowing into it along pathways engraved in the wall. These streams were connected to a larger device that meticulously filtered and processed this raw energy into something more useful.

Malygos, I will be with you in one moment, said Archaedas as he carefully studied the mixture of magic pooling within the basin in front of him. I have made a few adjustments to the Well of Purification and would like to test this new mixture.

Malygos truly wished that the Keeper had chosen a different name for his creation. He tried to avoid referring to any pool of magic as a well after what happened last time.

Very well, Keeper. I shall wait, Malygos generously allowed. He wasnt the kind of person who enjoyed being kept waiting, but he was curious to see if the Well of Purification would work as designed. Previous tests had been less than promising after all.

Lord Malygos, what is the Keepers device supposed to do? Kalecgos asked curiously.

It was created for the purpose of cleansing anything placed inside the well of even the most thorough Void corruption, Malygos explained, keeping his eyes fixed on the pool of magic. It has been blessed by both Ysera and Alexstrasza, and uses arcane magic to intensify the purifying qualities of their magic to remove Void corruption from entities that are beyond saving by any other method. I have been occasionally assisting Archaedas in its development for the past year.

Kalecgos looked back at the object without newfound awe. Anything that had been created through the power of three Aspects and a Keeper was worthy of being looked at in such a way and studied.

Satisfied with his inspection, Malygos watched as Archaedas waved his hand and telekinetically called to him a familiar weapon from the other side of the workshop. The enchanted blade that had spent millennia embedded in the body of the Cthrax that attacked Capital City was still steeped deeply in the Void. The corruption wasnt as bad as it once was before Alexstrasza bathed it in her fire, but there was still a persistent corruption on the blade that refused to abate.

Archaedas slowly lowered the weapon into the well and stepped back as the magic began to react. Green and red streams of magic reminiscent of Ysera and Alexstrasza met the shadowy essence of the Void clinging to the blade and began to fight against it. The pool of magic turned into a twisting, bubbling mass of energy as the Life and Arcane magic tore into the Void corruption.

Gradually, the Well of Purification began to calm and Archaedas reached into it and retrieved the blade laying into the basin. Malygos immediately cast a diagnostic spell to search for any Void corruption and was pleasantly surprised with the results.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Success, said Archaedas, his normally emotionless voice filled with satisfaction. This configuration is far more effective than any of the previous prototypes. I will now move on to a living test subject. Would you please retrieve it, Ironaya?

The titan-forged dipped her head before leaving the workshop. Nearly a minute later, she returned with a Void corrupted animal, a lizard of some kind, floating in a bubble of arcane magic behind her. Without any delay, Archaedas began his next experiment and dismissed the arcane barrier once it was floating above the Well of Purification.

Malygos ignored the pained cries of the abomination and eagerly awaited the results. The display was much the same as it had been for the blade, and Archaedas retrieved the lizard the moment that the magical reaction began to calm. Malygos was initially excited as he began to examine the creature with a host of diagnostic spells, but soon cursed in disappointment.

Its only a partial success, Malygos announced with a scowl. The creatures body has been cleansed of the Void, but its soul and mind have been damaged as well.

It was a bit of a disappointing outcome, but it was still obvious progress compared to their previous attempts. They were getting much closer.

Archaedas frowned slightly before dismissing the matter and turned to face Malygos. The construct was no stranger to failed experiments, so he likely wouldnt dwell on it for long.

This endeavor has not been a complete success, but I have made some progress with the Discs of Norgannon, Archaedas said as he walked over to the wall and activated a mechanism that caused a portion of the wall to disappear and reveal a hidden room. It should now be possible for you to channel your scrying spells through the Discs to access the sensor network responsible for updating its database.

Well Im sure theres a lot about it that I dont know, but I can tell you what I remember, Krivax hesitantly responded. Malygos watched as the nerubian cast a memory spell. Its a bit vague, but I recall something about a pandaren named Liu Lang with wanderlust who found a turtle on a beach a millennia ago and rode it out to sea to explore. The turtle started growing and his descendants started riding on the backs of the turtle too, until it grew large enough to hold a settlement.

Stories like this were one of the reasons that Malygos examined everything the nerubian said through a heavy lens of skepticism. Turtles dont just grow to the size of an island in less than a mere millennia. If that was the case, Azeroths seas would be filled with such creatures. Its possible that it was the descendant of the turtle Wild God, but they were all currently on Zandalar. How could their child then find themselves on Pandaria? How ridiculous.

However, there was one detail in particular that Malygos needed to examine.

What about the Wandering Isles ability to navigate Pandarias mist? I recall that you claimed not to know when I first asked, Malygos questioned. It was one of the first questions that he had asked when the overgrown turtle was mentioned.

To be more specific, I said that the details were conflicting and ambiguous, Krivax immediately corrected. I know that Liu Lang could pass through the mists when he was alive, but I also remember that the Wandering Isle was separated from Pandaria for a long time.

Was that really what the nerubian had said? After delving into his memories, Malygos realized that it was. After realizing how unusually powerful the magic concealing Pandaria was, he had determined that it was unlikely that a random beast could do what he himself had so much trouble accomplishing. So, he had disregarded it as an unlikely location for the Lich King.

That may have been a mistake.

You should have been more exact in your wording, Malygos responded angrily. I am expecting the Lich King to arrive on Azeroth at any time, and now I find pandaren washed up on the shores of Zandalar. Do you understand how troublesome it will be if we have to deal with a mobile Lich King?

Malygos watched through the display as Krivax reeled back in shock and affront. There was a surprising amount of anger on the nerubians face that he likely wouldnt have shown if they were speaking in person.

Excuse me?! If I had attempted to tell you about the Wandering Isles history, you would have impatiently dismissed me immediately. Its not fair to blame me when Im not being included at all in any of your plans.

Malygos growled in anger at the nerubians disrespect, but he couldnt say that he was truly wrong. Terminating his mental connection with Krivax, Malygos immediately began making his way to the portal room with Kalecgos following behind him. He needed to teleport to Zandalar and read through the minds of those pandaren.

And if things were as he feared, then accessing Pandaria had just become his first priority.

Zuljin glared at the approaching island chain as his makeshift ship brought him ever closer.

The Gurubashi barely knew anything about making proper ships, so he had been forced to hire one from the greedy goblins down south. He didnt care about the gold, as he had gotten plenty during the Second War, but Zuljin would not be happy if this turned out to be a waste of time.

Youre certain these Darkspear got the best Witch Doctors round these parts? Zuljin grumbled to his every present Loa. Cant see why wed be needin aid from cowards hidin out on some far-off islands.

That artifact you took from the Hakkari isnt going to purify itself, Janalai said lazily, her voice passing through their connection. You dont want to know what would happen to us if I tried to subsume that power as it is.

Zuljin grunted in annoyance and looked down into his bag at the artifact in question. He was no Witch Doctor, but even he could feel the evil radiating from the strange crystal, as dark and red as dried blood. The thing seemed alive in a twisted sense, pulsating with power in rhythm with his heart. According to Janalai, it was nothing more than a receptacle for Mojo. A place where the Hakkari could store the magic they accumulated with each sacrifice in preparation to summon their god, Hakkar the Soulflayer.

Zuljin thought it was a wicked thing that he wanted nothing to do with, but Janalai said a good Witch Doctor could turn its Mojo into something useful.

Tch. These cowards better be worth my time, Zuljin said, turning his gaze back to the islands. I spent too long dealin with those Hakkari.

He had only managed to conquer a few more tribes, all of them around the same size as the Razzashi. He was nearly strong enough to move to the larger tribes, like the Bloodscalp and the Skullsplitters, but he still needed just a little more power.

The goblins sent Zuljin off on one of their rowboats once they were close enough to the island. He was traveling alone, as his competent and trustworthy subordinates needed to stay behind to keep things in order.

Besides, the tribes he had conquered were still learning who was in charge. This was a good opportunity to see what they would do while he was gone.

Zuljin waded ashore, pulling the goblin rowboat up onto the beach. The tropical heat bore down on him, an annoying contrast to the cooler air of ZulAman. Fortunately, he wouldnt have to travel very far. The islands were small, and it wouldnt be long before he ran into one of the Darkspear.

Sure enough, Zuljin didnt have to wait for long after he delved into the islands small jungle before he noticed a pair of scouts following him. They thought that they were being sneaky, but Zuljin had been hunting elves through the forests for longer than they had been alive.

If ya be thinkin of sneakin up on me, ya gotta be doin a whole lot better, Zuljin spoke, his voice cutting through the dense foliage as he turned to the scouts.

The two Darkspear scouts, young and barely holding their spears properly, froze as he called them out before standing tall and puffing their chests. Whore you? These islands belong to the Darkspears.

Zuljin scoffed disdainfully at the boy before responding. Im not here for you, just your Chieftain. Keep your spears down, I aint got any interest in causin harm.

Not yet at least.

Such a thing wouldnt have worked with most trolls, but Zuljin knew what he looked like. The changes Janalai made to him made it obvious to any troll with sense that Zuljin wasnt someone to take lightly. He could see the boys eyes trail over his taloned arm and his dragonhawk eyes. Zuljin breathed out a wisp of fire for emphasis, causing the scouts to flinch back.

Names Zuljin, he declared, knowing even so far from ZulAman that his name would be recognized. Now, take me to ya Chieftain, before I go see him myself.

The scouts both jerked in surprise before wisely agreeing. Zuljin followed as they led him through the jungle until the trees opened to reveal a bustling village of straw huts and trolls. The village was not nearly as advanced as ZulAman, but he hadnt expected it to be.

Still, Zuljin found himself reluctantly impressed as he was led through the village. Even if they were primitive, it was obvious to him that the trolls living here were happy and well-taken cared of. The children played happily with one another and looked up at him with curiosity instead of the open suspicion he was expecting.

It was a far cry from the children of ZulAman, who lived in a constant state of fear that elven Farstriders would pass through their lands and slaughter entire villages. Zuljin could still remember each and every time that he had found a village living near the edge of ZulAman destroyed by the elves.

One of the elves he had captured called it culling and said that their population needed to be kept low so they didnt breed out of control and started getting ideas. It was in that exact moment that Zuljin knew his people could only live peacefully if the elves of QuelThalas were driven far away from troll lands, forever.

Zuljin stewed in these dark thoughts until he was finally brought to Chieftains hut. It was larger than the others, adorning with the skulls of animals he didnt recognize and various tributes to whichever Loa they worshiped. The two scouts nudged open the door and gestured for him to enter.

Inside, a troll with a bone necklace and leather robes was sitting cross-legged in front of a cauldron filled with a sickly green liquid. The Witch Doctor looked up as he entered, and Zuljin could see that one of his eyes was blind. More worryingly, he was also wearing a rushkah, which was a ceremonial mask that could be used to channel the power of a Loa.

The Darkspear Chieftain had obviously been warned of his arrival ahead of time, most likely by a sentry ward, and didnt trust him. Now he was ready for a fight. How vexing.

Zuljin, leader of the Amani. Cant say I ever expected to meet you myself. The names Senjin, Chieftain of the Darkspear, said the Witch Doctor as he continued to stir the cauldron. Ya dont seem the type to appreciate people speakin in circles, so Ill be blunt. If ya want my tribe to get involved with what youre doin in Stranglethorn Vale, youve wasted a trip. We aint interested.

Zuljin found himself caught off guard. He hadnt expected the troll to deny him before hed even said a word. Once his shock faded, it was immediately replaced by anger. So, ya just gonna sit pretty on these islands while our kin are gettin slaughtered by them elves and humans? While theyre starvin and strugglin cause they been chased from lands thats rightfully theirs? You just gonna hide away here like a damn coward?

Better than joinin you, said Senjin, his voice calm as if he hadnt just been insulted in his own home. Ive seen plenty of warlords like you over the years. You have big dreams of makin a troll empire in these lands, but someone like you will fail like all the rest. I can already see that a whole lot of trolls are gonna be dead before somebody puts a knife in you. My tribe wont be among them.

The words were said with a finality that Zuljin didnt expect. He was told that these Darkspear were the type to avoid a fight, yet this Witch Doctor had reacted with hostility as soon as he entered his hut.

What does a safe and snug troll like you know bout me and my life? Zuljin snarled, his patience wearing thin with the sanctimonious old fool. You ever had to look at youngun and tell em their ma and pa were killed fetchin water? You ever been tortured before losing an arm and eye to the enemy?

Senjin didnt react to his outburst, though he did turn his one eyed gaze back to Zuljin and looked him directly in the eyes. I dont need to fight the elves and humans to know they aint our friends. The Darkspear have fought enough battles in our time and survived. But just surviving aint enough for you, is it? I can see it in your eyes.

Survival is the least of what we deserve, Zuljin glared at the Witch Doctor, his anger only growing. We were once kings of this land, revered by all. The elves, the humans, the dwarves, theyve taken everythin from us. I aim to take it back. If a few trolls got to die to do it, then thats just what it takes.

Senjin leaned back and sighed, the disdain in his eye slowly being replaced with a pity that only infuriated Zuljin even further. A noble idea, but your path will only lead to more pain, Zuljin. Power aint gonna bring back whats lost. It wont bring peace. Those lands are already lost, and they aint coming back.

Zuljin studied the Witch Doctor in front of him and saw that he wouldnt change his mind. He would have already killed the fool normally, but there was still something that he needed from Senjin. Reaching into his bag, Zuljin retrieved the artifact that he had taken from the Hakkari.

If ya not interested in joinin the fight, how bout this then? Zuljin growled through gritted teeth as he brandished the blood-red artifact. Took this from the Hakkari. Its Mojo is dark, potent, and brimmin with power. Ive been told that a good Witch Doctor can turn this thing to somethin useful. In return, Ill leave you and yours alone to stay on your little islands.

Senjin stared at the artifact, his eye narrowing with wariness as he sensed the energy emanating from it. Thats no small thing. Itll take a whole lot of work to turn that into somethin that wont drive you mad. Might need to call in some favors. Not sure I want to do that just to give you more power.

If you dont, then the consequences will be on your hands if I use it anyway, Zuljin said, hoping the Witch Doctor would agree so he could finally leave his presence. Plus Ill be sure to take a ship full of my warriors here the first chance I get. Well see how you handle things when peace isnt an option.

Senjin was silent as he mulled over Zuljins threat. Eventually, Senjin sighed and nodded. I aint promisin nothin, Zuljin. But Ill look at this thing and see what I can do. Better than you turnin into some Hakkar shaped monster and rampagin across Stranglethorn Vale. You can stay here for a bit while I look into it. Maybe youll learn somethin new.

It wasnt the result Zuljin had wanted when he first came to these islands, but it was good enough for now.

Fair enough, Zuljin replied, his gaze steely as he tossed the artifact to Senjin. Just remember, Senjin. The elves, the humans, they dont care if you want a fight or not. The Darkspear wont be able to hide forever, and therell be a day your tribe wished it had friends.

With that, Zuljin turned around and strode out of the hut. He needed some time to calm down, or he was going to bury his ax in the Witch Doctors skull.