Poor Malygos

“I stand here with you, my friend. We will see the glory of my brave dragon flight together.”

Malygos invited me to show something interesting. Oh, dear old Malygos.

“My sister will have to unite the whole Azeroth to fight me. But her reliance on foolish mortal races is so pitiful.”

I nodded in agreement. The Aspect of Magic was definitely one of the most powerful creatures in Azeroth.

“The magic of entire world is in my hands. I can crash anyone with such power. Your turn, Alexstrasza…”

Suddenly, the portal opened. 10 creatures went out of it. They were with fancy weapons and arrogant smiles.

“What?! The army of ten??”

Both me and Malygos were astounded by this.

“Well, mate, don’t take any offence on you. We just wanna have some of your loot just like we do it every week.”

Malygos was shocked. Every week? What? I doubt he would give them anything free. I’ve decided to take an action.

“So, you’re not the heroes sent by the Queen of Life to defeat Malygos?”

“You can call it whatever you like, old man. Don’t bother us, pls, we need to beat other asses to take some loot too…”

“You do this every week! But Malygos is still alive. How could it be?”

“Do I really care? Maybe all bosses in this game are trapped in some sort of timelapse, and their sentence for life is to be looted every week by noble heroes like us?”

“Wait, noble hero. Who are you? What’s your name?”

“I’m the raidleader Yourmombff112. We’re not getting, what’s going on here, but I want to ride this big dragon’s little son he keeps in his chest!”

“…”

“…”

“Hope, they’ll kill me fast. This world is wasted.”

10 noble heroes from the guild Sylvanas Boobs have beaten the great Aspect of Magic, Malygos. They’ve made like two or three shots each. Terrible end. His last words were…

“The titans… Please… Make them wear at least some armour next time…”