Dragon God: I’ve Been Passing the Fire in Azeroth for Seven Thousand Years

[DnD Gods] · [Proselytizing] · [Semi-Ensemble] · [Pseudo-Invincible]

Lin Mo, an ordinary transmigrator, encounters the most outrageous start in history:

his soul is stuffed into the body of a newly hatched black dragon whelp? And then a bizarre system forcibly binds to him—

Bad news: it will not let him out until five thousand years later!

Good news: he is already a demigod.

Before the newly promoted demigod, Obsidian, can even adjust to his divine power, even bigger news crashes in: the frozen continent beneath him is called Northrend?

So... this is Azeroth? And it is only three thousand years after the end of the War of the Ancients, a full seven thousand years before those “famous” plotlines?

Fine, dragon is dragon, god is god; being early has its advantages too!

No Scourge, no Lich King. Only vast frozen wastelands, primitive tribes, and... starved-in-every-sense primordial dragonflights and frost troll tribes.

Obsidian bares his dragon fangs: proselytizing? Starting by fooling this bunch of “fellow countrymen” is just right!

And so, in the eternal cold winds of Northrend, the whispers of an otherworldly deity begin:

Under the gaze of the Dragonblight Temple, in a black dragon body, he ignites the first spark of faith.

But this is only the beginning of the dragon god legend. From Northrend’s icy winds to the future flames of Arathor, and then the shattered starry sky of Draenor...

Obsidian will lead his ever-growing followers, laying plans across seven thousand years, prying open the fixed track of fate, and rewriting the unfinished “chronicle.”