Diving under the waters of the raging ocean, on the surface of which a nine-point storm was now in full swing, I was extremely tense and focused, and I was still ready at any second to summon my remaining ten bodies from our bedroom with the wives, where they were fully indulging in debauchery.
What was I so worried about?
Let me start by saying that the barrier that previously hid and protected the city found by the basilisks under the water no longer existed, and now there were no obstacles to scanning it. And what I felt in it made me seriously tense up for the first time in my life. I had never felt anything like this before, neither when I faced Dracula nor the spawn of Dagon, and even the presence of Llos's daughter did not cause me such bouts of disgust! I also sensed, in one of the facets of the energies enveloping the city that had become my focus, the magical presence of a demon, whose echo of power I had felt in the manor of Shultze, where today Gont found a book planted there by a demon that could help him in his own ascension.
The power that literally permeated the city and intertwined with its essence was striking in its repulsiveness and was something incomprehensible, as well as incredible, like Chaos itself! It was not particularly difficult for me to understand its composition, but earlier, I could not even imagine that such a thing could exist at all. The energy that made me worry about the energetic health of Earth was a synergy, a conglomerate of all the forces known to me in the universe, which acted like a cancer on the spiritual body of the planet. It contained everything: life force, prana, astral, sensual, mental, magical, and even a bit of the divine, and all of these somehow coexisted without detonating. But the most disgusting thing about it was that each of the energies individually was a concept of the essence of filth, and touching it gave me the feeling of plunging into a barrel of shit with maggots! And all the separate energies together embodied the perfect incarnation of Corruption!!!
Even while already being washed by the waters of the ocean, I wanted to bathe with a harsh, rough washcloth and the best detergent to wash off from myself and my soul these impressions that caused urges to vomit and nausea! And this was from me, Jormungandr, whose essence is indiscriminate in the purpose of devouring and ready to absorb any source of power, up to matter and space over time!
I had already descended into the ocean to a depth of three kilometers, where the presence of any life was completely absent. There was no plankton, microorganisms, or any other small creatures in the waters above the city, whose roofs and domes I already saw visually with the aid of normal vision.
And when I stepped onto the bottom and found myself amid majestic buildings affected by and having survived some kind of catastrophe, which was clear from the fact that many of the buildings here were still shrouded in a functioning and active complex runic script that was supposed to maintain the integrity of the structures, but at the same time the buildings bore distinct marks—or rather wounds—from high-level spells that literally melted the stone from which the structures were built, creating gaping holes in the walls and roofs. Finding myself in the center of the city and examining the surroundings, I did not have to guess who might have previously owned this sunken city—High Elves! In whatever worlds this fairy race exists, their culture and civilization always move roughly in the same direction of development; even the phonetics of the language are practically identical among all who can be counted as elves.
On some buildings, there were frescoes of the highest craftsmanship and beauty, as well as texts, and using the computational power and access point of this universe to the resources of the multiverse infosphere, it was no trouble for me to figure out what was written on one of the walls, and from what I read, my mood worsened a little.
Being in the middle of a city street, which once stood on the surface and was illuminated by a completely different luminary and other stars,I was not worried about an attack or my own safety. Recently, I had completely forgotten what fear was, and now, clad in my armor and with the essence of Jörmungandr, everyone else should fear crossing my path.
But all of that was unnecessary, as the city turned out to be dead, although I encountered many signs of the battle that had taken place here.
I now knew how this city ended up in our world and am now almost one hundred percent sure who my opponent is and who threatens the existence of life on Earth.
Just one title and name on the wall – Queen of the Night Elves Azshara – put everything in its place.
Damn Burning Legion!!!
And while I was busy studying the former city council building in more detail, as well as pondering the worries that fell on my head in the person of Sargeras with his army of mana-hungry creatures, I examined the walls from inside the building, which were covered with text describing the history of the night elf race from the world of Azeroth. The clones I summoned had already scattered throughout the city in search of anything interesting, and a group of ten of my illusions set out to its outskirts, where echoes of dragons' presence and bright energy were felt.
Studying the legacy of the fairy race from Azeroth, my mind tried to recall everything I knew about it and, based on that knowledge, roughly assess the scale of the threat and the danger of Sargeras's army, the fallen titan, both personally and for Earth as a whole. On the one hand, my draconic essence was pleased with such a "gift"; a strong opponent resonates in my heart with joy and anticipation of the upcoming battle, but the countless horde of demons under his command, within which an unknown number of creatures rivaling archdemons in strength, is a serious threat to the existence of the universe. I must not, under any circumstances, allow Earth or the magical world to become a battlefield where the Burning Legion and the forces under my command (Order of the Dragon, Inquisition, Creator's Order, mages of Russia, Japan, China, and the fiends who have sworn allegiance to me) clash. Azeroth is proof that nothing good will come of this.
Since I have come to this conclusion, I need to be aware and know exactly when and where Sargeras's minion in our world will open the portal leading to the worlds where the Burning Legion is located. I wonder who this demon is that is currently hiding from me? I have two options: either an eredar or a nathrezim, and neither looks more attractive in terms of simplifying his search.
As far as I understand from the available information obtained after scanning the flooded city and studying its legacy, this city was previously located near the capital of the night elves, and at that time, before the catastrophe, their race was ruled by Azshara. From this I conclude that this city was subjected to a cataclysm at the very moment when the legion demons first managed to step onto Azeroth's land from the Well of Eternity. Unfortunately, I cannot reconstruct the exact picture of what happened, nor is it necessary. If we take as an established fact that this city was transferred to our world after the continent split and the Burning Legion's demons were driven out by the night elves led by Illidan and Malfurion, then it becomes quite clear and explainable how it ended up under the strongest barrier in the waters of our ocean. My clones have already fully studied the city and found nothing that could support the barrier previously seen by my basilisks. This means it was most likely the result of a protective mechanism of the universe itself. And all because this patch of territory is not a result of world convergence. Apparently, when the Well of Eternity was destroyed and an energy catastrophe occurred on Azeroth, part of the power that got out of control tore this area of space and shifted/transferred it to the interworld or another plane like the deep layers of the astral, and from there, this city was pulled by one of the many ongoing global events in the interworld, which turned out to be the convergence of worlds that happened one hundred thousand years ago.in which Earth and Magic participated. Again, why this city was drawn to Earth is hard to guess. Maybe the energy vectors matched, maybe it was destined by fate, but if it hadn't happened, this city, a part of the material world, would have simply dissolved into Chaos. However, having invaded Earth, the part of the Azeroth world, infected by the demonic corruption and containing energies alien to our world, was immediately isolated by the world itself. It might have become a lagoon or one of many small domains existing as satellites near the Earth-Magic worlds, but there wasn't enough energy in this city to help our universe make this happen. So this city remained isolated at the bottom of the ocean from our world by a barrier for tens of thousands of years, since the day it was moved here. And judging by the saturation of this space with demonic energy, along with this piece of the material world, one of the Burning Legion's generals was moved to us, who only a couple of centuries ago managed to break through the barrier and break free.
Alright, it's certainly fascinating to build plausible theories, but it's time to go see what my clones have found. And the mystery of how and why this city ended up on Earth's surface can be considered later. There's no rush anyway.
The most interesting discovery of my illusions was the bodies of killed night elves, various demons, but the most valuable were three huge dead carcasses of young red dragons! Hmm..... If I remember correctly, it was Alexstrasza, the Life Aspect and leader of the red dragonflight, who helped the elves during the first contact with the demons to get rid of the threat, and apparently these three were from her flight. The dragons were between forty and fifty meters long, and it seemed they had died quite recently. No, I understand that the body's concentrated magical saturation is better than any embalming, but after tens of thousands of years they should definitely have turned into bare skeletons without any hint of flesh. Here you couldn't even immediately say the dragons were dead; they looked like they were sleeping. However, my spiritual vision clearly indicated the absence of a soul in these bodies, but at the same time it raised doubts about the date of the dragons', night elves', and demons' deaths, whose bodies were abundantly spread over a small area and the nearby streets. Judging by the saturation of their bodies with residual soul energies and the overall state of their organic parts, they died at most a couple of centuries ago.
Hmm... Could it be that the barrier erected by the world around this city also kept this area of space in stasis? Alas, even with a connection to the universe, it's incredibly difficult for me to get clear answers to posed questions. I have not yet gained enough experience dealing with the infosphere and the soul of a fully developed and evolved World to learn how to understand it.
— So guys, let's transfer all the found bodies to my domain. — and after a second of thought, — And also, take one body of each subtype of creatures you found here and hand them over to Alfonso, and you can give him one dragon as well. Let him find out all he can about their physiology, strengths, and weaknesses of these demonic creatures. — For some reason, I gave the order aloud to my illusions, while thinking about what steps to take next after finally learning the source of the threat to life on Earth.
Watching my clones move the bodies to my domain, I summoned another hundred illusory clones to start clearing the city of all valuables, and while pondering the next steps, I began to pull and absorb demonic emanations from the city. They were highly prone to change and mutation, and if I hadn't appeared here soon, there would have been a good chance that all the dead bodies here, after their own magic and other residual soul energies had dissipated,And if they drink the corruption, with ninety percent probability they could rise as demonic undead.
It took me just about fifteen minutes to make the local environment completely inert and free from corruption, and that's without using the full power of Jormungandr's essence. If I had unleashed it to its full extent, I would have completed the task in mere seconds, but there would be a risk of wounding the cosmos itself. My insatiable maw is just too much.
"Alright, I'm done here. I'll pay a visit to the Blacks. At the same time, I'll discuss his stance and behavior at the upcoming celebration at Greengrass's."
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— Hello, Phineas. I see you're looking younger and younger. Did you really find the lady of your heart? What's behind such drastic changes? – Heh... No matter how much Lord Black tried to hide his romantic interest from everyone, he couldn't hide his sudden feelings for Gloria, head of the Rosier family and, at the same time, my vassal, as well as head of the Rocky Refuge.
They met a year ago when Sirius Black and James Potter were sent to the Rocky Refuge, where they spent a whole year experiencing all the hardships of being a novice in the Order of the Dragon. During that time, the boys went through basic combat training, including workouts, a course of potions and elixirs, and several rituals designed to increase their survival and improve the energy layers of their souls. The first two months they howled under the strain and strict regimen, which was much tougher than the one Phineas had set for them. But their pride wouldn't allow them to ask to return home, seeing that their peers in the witcher training were going through the same program, so gradually they adapted—and surprise, they ended up getting along with Severus Peverell-Prince, heir to the Prince family.
And since the heir of the Black family spent a whole year in the Rocky Refuge, and Phineas, being my vassal and very interested in the welfare and success of his heir, started visiting the Order of the Dragon's orphanage often, which was headed by Gloria Rosier. I don't know how it happened—whether it was truly love at first sight, or because he finally found a lady who didn't care about Phineas's status and power, after which Black tried to spend all his free time within her line of sight, hoping to win over the fortress that was Gloria. Looking at his soul now, I could confidently say that he's genuinely in love with her to the very core. Apparently, to make a brutal Black fall in love, you have to strike him with lightning, after which his heart should stop beating for half a minute. That's exactly what Gloria did when he started bothering her with attention, and verbal pleas to stop pestering her didn't work.
But after Phineas was revived—although he would have come to on his own—it's very hard to kill a strong magister, he became even more obsessed with Gloria, and to all her curses directed at him and other unpleasant remarks that any sensible person would have been affected by, he just kept looking at her with even more loving eyes. It's a good thing he managed all this without heavy sighs. My psyche couldn't have handled that.
— Greetings, milord! M'lord... Please be my matchmaker for Gloria. She doesn't take my courtship seriously and no matter what I do, she categorically refuses to accept my tokens of attention and gifts given from the bottom of my heart! — my vassal almost threw himself at me pleadingly. I never thought I'd see despair in Phineas's eyes. Well....
— Phineas, I'm certainly not against it, but even so, I can't guarantee she'll agree to marry you. I won't go into details since it's not my secret, but in her youth, Gloria went through terrible events that still weigh heavily on her. Just don't give up and keep trying to win her over. She needs more time to let someone in and into her heart.
And I wasn't exaggerating. The last time I saw her, I noticed a struggle in her emotional spirit, which was currently raging in full force in her emotional layer. I was quite surprised myself to discover, in her storm of feelings, a cacophony of conflicting emotions, including a sprout of love and affection toward Nigelus, as well as respect for his persistence.
— So that's how it is? I hope she'll share the story of her past with me someday. — Phineas replied to my confession about Gloria a bit disappointedly, but it only lasted a few moments before he pulled himself together and continued with determination.– I'm not going to give up and will keep trying to win over Lady Rozier!
— Then it would be a good idea for you to become a teacher for the young witchers training at the Rocky Haven. That way, you'd have a perfectly reasonable excuse to be near your sweetheart, and she wouldn't have a reason to chase you away from her or the lands under her responsibility.
— Exactly! That's what I'll do! – Lord Black literally flared up. He had already reached the rank of Archmage in power, though not in knowledge. This would give him additional benefits from being at the Haven; after all, that's where my illusions continue to be taught, raising the qualification and rank of my witcher vassals.
— Actually, that's why I came to you. You're already aware that at the end of August, Gringrass will hold a formal reception to celebrate the engagement of their heiress and my pupil to Alfonso. So, I need all the Blacks to show up at this celebration. I plan to announce that the Mrax and Griffindor families once again have living representatives and to introduce them to high society. I want to make this day a demonstration to all of England, which has not yet joined our ranks, that the grays are the strongest faction on the political and more arenas.
— Well, I've seen the Mrax heirs, but where did you dig up Griffindor? – I had to briefly tell him about poor Ron's unenviable fate and how he had been trapped in a hat for nine centuries.
— Salazar, now that I've met you and have the honor of being your vassal, I realize how dull my life used to be. – He was absolutely stunned by my story. No wonder! To learn in detail about the mask of one of Hogwarts' founders, that she was the very Morgana, King Arthur's sister, was compelling information and a reason to be amazed.
— Tell me, Phineas, is it normal that Sirius and James are now trying together to break through the protection you set up, wanting to get into the office where we are now?
— It's all fine. Those two idiots just have too much untapped energy, which they spend in their free time on all sorts of foolishness that can sometimes lead to unpleasant consequences for their health. So I decided to personally give them goals and targets, with the hope that by striving to achieve and conquer them, they could expend their energy and benefit themselves. – Taking a sip of collectible whisky to moisten his throat, Phineas continued, – The guys really enjoy flying on broomsticks, but they don't like the kid-sized ones. So I promised Sirius and James that if they manage to break the protection of my office, I'd give them Comet-65 model brooms. That's what the England Quidditch team flies now.
Well, now everything became clear to me, because the barrier that Nigellus placed on the door and walls of his office, while quite strong and skillfully done, was at most at the level of a master magician, both in execution and complexity, as well as in mana content. Phineas intentionally didn't use his full power to give the boys at least a ghostly chance of success. But looking at how Sirius, along with his uncle James Potter, quickly and skillfully untangle the knots responsible for the stationary protection on the door, I can confidently say that in a couple of minutes they will breach the shield and get their coveted brooms.
— I hope you have the deserved rewards prepared for the boys? – At Nigellus's surprised look, I explained, – They're about to open the door.
And as soon as I finished my sentence, the room was filled with a joyful shout.
— Hooray!!!!! I told you today we'd finally be able to open that damn door?! – Hm... And James really turned out to be good at manipulating the subtle energy lines and flows; after all, the lion's share of today's success was his merit. I just saw with my own eyes and witnessed how skillfully, and sometimes even elegantly, he avoided the complex parts of the weaving and bypassed the disturbing lines of Phineas's spells with his magic.So as not to trigger an unpleasant and painful intrusion protection for myself and my nephew, which was supposed to zap them with electricity. Phineas took everything into account in his defense, making it accessible to be hacked by two apprentice charmers, who could mainly rely on their magical power and energy control to crack it. He also considered that the hackers had individual protection artifacts, so if they failed, they wouldn't pass on to their ancestors but would only receive a painful lesson.
"Young people, where is your upbringing? Should I increase the etiquette hours in your training course? Walburga will be glad about that." Phineas was now showing with his whole demeanor how displeased and saddened he was by their behavior before the suzerain. So, hearing Lord Black's strict speech, Sirius and James quickly came down from the heavens to Earth, finally paying attention to the fact that they were not alone in the office and noticed me there.
"Greetings, my lord!" The transformation from two mischievous troublemakers who had just achieved their goal was instant. Proud posture, squared shoulders, a respectful nod, while the pose was suitable for both offering a lady's hand to kiss and quickly drawing daggers from their sticks, dodging from the line of attack while using the decorative elements and interior of the office as cover. Their eyes instantly assessed the situation in the room in fractions of a second, giving room for further planning for any scenario. These were no longer children; at eight years old, they were already trained fighters who would not hesitate to shed blood. The boys had serious training from witchers and polished manners of the most pretentious aristocrat. They subconsciously and instantly engaged in the situation and began to act according to the correct behavioral pattern for the specific case, of which countless were drilled into their heads by their teachers.
"Greetings, young people. I see you've already made serious progress in the field of artifact creation and charms, which naturally commands respect and deserves praise!" And with a single sharp glance, he pointed to the pouch tied to James's belt, where his magical lockpick was kept—a product of his own work. What a unique talent. At eight years old to create an artifact at the level of a skilled apprentice, or by modern ranking standards, worthy of a master!
In my previous life, I was skeptical about the truth of the version that four students at the school managed to create an artifact which, judging by its purpose and effectiveness, was connected to Hogwarts' security system; I mean the Marauder's Map. But looking personally at the shining artifact creator's gift, which is already unlocked to one hundred percent of its potential and limited so far only by James's own level of knowledge and power—to bring to life truly legendary artifacts like the invisibility mantle of the Peverells or their elder wand—I have no doubt that he really was able to create something like the Marauder's Map.
"In honor of your success, allow me to present you with these four fangs as a reward from me." And with telekinesis, he lifted the fangs of one of the red dragons he found today. I'm sure James will find a worthy use for them with his talent. And seeing how now they looked at me with questioning eyes, since they could only evaluate the gift visually for now, I explained, "These are the fangs of a true dragon. Not wyverns, which in England and the rest of the magical world are called dragons, but an actual, intelligent dragon capable of consciously using magic."
Now James's eyes flashed with anticipation and delight since such a treasure could not be found in any of the oldest and noblest families. I gave them too epic a trophy, because in the memories of the magical world, intelligent dragons remain only in legends. Even Nigellus was slightly taken aback by my remark.
"And here is what I promised," Phineas called Comets into his hand and held them out to the boys,whose eyes flashed even brighter in anticipation of the fun, – I just hope for your conscientiousness and that you will fly them exclusively in your free time. And now you should hurry, because you have a fencing lesson in five minutes.
No sooner had Sirius and James gotten hold of their broomsticks and then heard that they had training soon. After hastily saying goodbye to us with dignity, they left the office, but as soon as they were behind the door and out of our sight, they ran full tilt, without caring about manners, straight to the training ground where their sword master—and generally the master of all stabbing and cutting weapons from my Dragon order—was soon going to wait for them. They trained under a very strict program without any frills, aristocratic tricks, or embellishments. The top priority was effectiveness in combat and focus on their own survival, where it was perfectly acceptable to kick someone in the groin, throw sand in their eyes, and many other "low" techniques that could "damage" an aristocrat's honor.
— You're lucky with an heir, Phineas. He already has a magic reserve at the level above apprentice, and he's only just turned nine. By the time he enters Hogwarts, if you don't reduce his workload, he'll already be a full-fledged master. And that's impressive. — And I wasn't lying. Being a pureblood, if such a word can be applied to mages at all, someone who in the gray times extensively attracted fairy blood and other magical peoples into the family, he is truly a monster in terms of magic reserve and the speed of magical body development. On the level of the most gifted children of witchers!
— I have the impression that his very ancestors and the magic of his lineage have blessed him. Sirius is a true Black in every way, and that's even a bit frightening. I fear that if James, who is the reason and common sense in their tandem, wasn't around, he would be a real disaster for anyone who did not recognize his authority.
— The blood of the Peverells? — I asked Phineas, though I already knew the answer perfectly well myself.
— Yes. You are absolutely right, my lord, precisely that. As I said before, Sirius has too strong a influence from the Blacks. His animagus form is a Grimm, and he can already transform into it without training, solely thanks to the connection with the family stone! I, too, have access to the Grimm form, but only because I possess the Ring of the Head of the Family, and to transform into this otherworldly creature, I need concentration and incredible effort—all so as not to lose my own mind in transformation and not remain a beast forever.
Recently, after I reached the level of archmage strength and was able to maintain the Grimm form for several hours, I gained access to the blood memory of this creature, whose soul became the Guardian of our family. And now I know the nature of these astral predators, and although they have no direct connection to death, they receive its blessing in the very first moments of their lives. A female Grimm doesn't survive the birth; she practically gives all her strength to carrying and birthing new offspring. When the first feeding of the pups occurs, she gives her last energy reserves to the newborn litter and then dies, and her body becomes the first food for the pups. The puppies haven't even opened their eyes yet but are already personally in contact with death, which places the mark of Hel's blessing on them. So it turns out that even being magically stronger than James, Sirius recognizes him as at least equal because of the intuitive feeling in his friend of direct kinship with Hel, whose blood flows in the Potter veins.
Heh... I understood everything about the intricacies of the hierarchy being built in the formed tandem, or now more likely a trio, the moment I invisibly observed Severus meeting Sirius and James. I specifically sent my illusory clones to spy on the uncle and cousin when they first went to the Rocky Shelter, where, as I knew, at that time was the son of Edmund and Eileen. And seeing how quickly the boys bonded, instantly establishing a hierarchy among themselves. They didn't exactly have a boss, but Severus's words were taken more seriously, weighed more heavily, and there were no attempts to dispute or protest, which would have led to a conflict where the alpha has to be decided by a fight.As it would have happened under equal conditions among peers. But this did not happen; they only managed to figure it out thanks to the sensations of subtle energies, without resorting to violence.
Sirius felt in Severus a more concentrated presence of kinship to the concept of Death, which blesses the Grimms, with whom he has a strong unity. James, too, thanks to a small degree of kinship with death in his magical gift, quickly sensed the seniority of his new friend's magic.
Yeah..... I already feel sorry for the Hogwarts kids who will enroll with the trio in 1972 and who will not end up on the side of the grays. On them, the three heirs of the families trained as first-class fighters and killers, already having serious magical education at the master level, will confirm their own dominance.
By the way, I need to give Nigelus an interesting ritual to strengthen unity with the spirit guardian, to increase the potential of the existing connection with it and the ability to transfer the positive changes the body undergoes during transformation at the moment of turning into a beast, onto the body when in its human form. I know this ritual from Morgana's memory, and I transferred it onto paper and then into the artifact library, so all witches and close vassals I gave access to the Holy of Holies have access to it. The only problem is that so much knowledge and information are stored there now that finding something useful without a clear idea of what you're looking for is almost impossible. And the artifact is arranged according to the highest standards of the most modern cataloging technologies, but alas, the volume of information it contains is so vast and extensive that finding useful information quickly without guidance is very difficult.
"Got it, I had suspected something like this even without access to Grimm's memory to come to the right conclusions. Now, take this and study it in your free time; this information will be useful to you." I materialized a small booklet in my hand on the Gallic shamanic ritual aimed at increasing lycanthropy potential. "Now, tell me, Phineas, how are things going with your family overall?"
"Everything is going well. All my descendants already have several degrees of mastership according to the old classification in various magical directions, with an emphasis on combat. I even managed to reason with and retrain Walburga!"
Oh.... It seems that really was a very difficult task, and it seriously wore him out over time that just mentioning this fact, his victory, and the achievement of his goal to make a fool into a sane, reasonable person, could bring such a joyful smile to Nigelus's face. And his own successes in increasing magical power and acquiring skills with knowledge do not bring the same intensity of joy and happiness as in this case, where his efforts helped him avoid such unwanted events. After all, he loves his family very much, and the understanding that if he couldn't bring his great-niece to an adequate state soon, he would have to personally sacrifice her on the family altar, greatly depressed and saddened him.
"Simply wonderful. We need as many skilled magicians as soon as possible. What I'm going to tell you is information only for a limited circle of people. The world is threatened by a demon invasion, and I need to prepare it for this trial since the existence of life on Earth is at stake. Therefore, make every effort for your family to become one of my pillars in the upcoming confrontation with the impending threat. That is exactly why I emphasized the combat aspect of magic development in the Black family members." I stunned Nigelus with this new information, explaining my desire to see the Blacks as the power wing of my English vassals. Be that as it may, but due to their connection with Grimm, their family is the best choice for preparing warriors, since a thirst for battle is an integral part of their spiritual nature.— Thank you for your trust, milord! I won't let you down and will do everything in my power not to betray your expectations. – Well then, a bit more motivation for the head of the clan so he tightens the screws even more and starts drilling his kin in terms of the war that lies ahead of us.
Now, possessing at least a rough idea of the scale of the threat to the world, based on my knowledge of the Military Craft, which is too superficial and cannot be considered entirely reliable, since there are infinite parallel universes with varying enemy military potential, even so, I get an approximate picture of what awaits us. And this makes me look for ways to avoid a possible battle with the enemy in the magical world or on Earth. And this leads me to the thought that I need to prepare my own army for the possibility of instant mobilization and deployment against the enemy. Since I don't know whether the demon of the Burning Legion managed to inform his colleagues of the existence of our world, I no longer even think of searching for him quickly to destroy him before he can open access for demons led by Sargeras into our world. The threat must be eradicated at the root! My draconic essence does not even want to consider trying to avoid the upcoming fight. And that means I need to know every step of the demon hiding from me on the path to opening a portal to one of the worlds where the Burning Legion's combat units are located. And I won't stop him in this. Let him pave the way to the creatures for me.
And as soon as he opens a stable portal, I must already be on alert with my warriors to launch an instant attack and invasion, but this time with our forces on the territory conquered by Sargeras. A dragon cannot be a victim!!! I am an aggressor and I can no longer think otherwise, and, to tell the truth, I don't want to. Playing defense is not for me! We will give the creatures such a fight that those bastards will regret ever laying eyes on my world!!!! I will erase them from the face of existence!!!! I will destroy all their alternative copies from the multiverse!!! If I were not a God-Dragon!