Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 562 115. He, you can't stand it

   "It's not just the dragons who are looking for Deathwing, the servants of the Void have not given up contact with it. After all, it is the biggest victory of the Void forces in Azeroth after the collapse of the Dark Empire.

  Many ambitious Void minions try to summon it to gain invincible power.

  I have driven incompetent servants for a while to search for traces of this fallen king.

  There is news that it disappeared in the material world after the earth collapsed and fled to the elemental realm to heal its severely alienated body. I really didn't expect that we could see it here.

   Staying with you can indeed meet all kinds of surprises, my magical little master. "

   When Blake returned to his carriage with the two bottles of fine wine and a copy of "Dragon Information" presented by Lord Davar, Xalatas kept chattering in his ear, and said quietly:

   "But what is it doing here? What madness is it that it wants to marry a human princess? Is it to find a permanent hiding place for the Black Dragon Legion?

   Also, did you deal with it before you 'picked up' me? Did you know its identity then? How did you escape without being eaten by the greedy black dragons under Deathwing? "

   "You have unexpectedly many problems today."

  Blake, who got on the carriage, complained:

   "Isn't that a crazy Deathwing? Hold on tight, my servant.

  Yes, I have dealt with him before, at that time I was just a speck of dust in his eyes, and now I have probably upgraded to an ant.

  Although I had doubts before, from the question he asked me just now, I can basically confirm that Lothar's current situation was driven by him behind the scenes.

   As for your question just now, what does Deathwing want to do?

  I can tell you unequivocally that Deathwing's ultimate goal is to bring down the 'twilight hour' of destruction with his own hands. But before the time of the end comes, it may want to have some fun for itself and remove some 'obstructions' by the way.

   In my words, it's addicting to playing 'role-playing games'.

   As for the survival of the Black Dragon Legion, it has no special meaning in its eyes. Its sons, daughters, and even his wife, in its eyes, are no different from my existence.

   are all tools that can be used by him, the kind that can be thrown away after use.

   What a ruthless man. "

  Blake sighed, he opened the carriage and got in, and heard Saratas whispering.

   "Twilight hour, a plan to free the ancient gods from their seals forever, a terrible conspiracy to cleanse the world.

  Deathwing exists for this moment.

  When the Twilight moment comes true, all life in the world will be wiped out, along with all dragonlords, including Deathwing itself.

  The only thing left is a dead world, a silent, chaotic world, and the old gods, the twilight dragons, and their monsters born of madness and succumbing to the void.

   This is the grand plan of the ancient gods, a plan that has lasted for thousands of years.

   A plan that frustrates me.

   It turns out that they will eventually decide a lucky one who engulfs the world, and I was excluded early. "

   "Stop pretending, you little showgirl, you are not the **** of the ancients, and you have no part in swallowing the world."

   Black grinned and said:

   "But don't despair. Although you can't get Devouring the World as a reward, you have me. You are much luckier than other void creatures."

   "Oh, that's really 'heartwarming,'".

  Xalatas said a sentence in a stick-reading tone, then she was silent for a few seconds, and then changed her tone of voice and said:

   "Since they don't take me to play, let's just stop playing. Let the so-called twilight hour go to hell! Little master, activate your dark wisdom and teach them a lesson.

  Teach the mighty Deathwing a good lesson!

  I will help you, this time I will definitely try my best to help you. Jealousy and resentment make me beyond recognition, what I can't get, no one wants!

   Kill all the black dragons of Deathwing! Cramp them out! Strengthen your treasure ships with their bones and your subordinates with their blood!

   They are full of treasures, don't hesitate. "

   "I'll think about it."

  Black smiled and stopped talking about the subject.

   He really needs to think about planning, but just as Blake closed his eyes, there was a sudden exasperated scream from the opposite seat.

  The pirate opened his eyes and saw that Little Xingxing was frantically tearing the book in his hand.

   While tearing, he also shouted:

   "This wicked book is full of blasphemies about dragons and our Achilles' heels, some of which I don't even know about, **** it!

   It must not be passed on! "

"late."

  The old **** Black said: "The book has been printed in Lordaeron, and it will soon be sold throughout the continent, and the whole world will know what your dragons are afraid of."

   "Captain, you are still laughing! I can't laugh at all right now. Use your evil wisdom to help me find a way!"

  Little Star angrily pulled up Blake's wrist and shook it from side to side, the pirate snorted and said:

   "There are many solutions to problems, but only if you have this."

   He made a universal gesture.

   "But I have no money, I'm just a poor poor baby dragon."

   Little Xingxing said something pitifully, the pirate shrugged and made a helpless gesture, he thought about it and whispered a few words to Little Xingxing.

   The young dragon's eyes suddenly widened, as if to say:

   Is there such an operation?

  Black gave her a look that meant:

   This operation is normal.

  Little Xingxing hesitated for a few seconds, and then whispered to Jaina who was reading a book beside her. The little princess was stunned for a moment, and then she took out a few large gold cards and gave them to her.

   The young dragon glared, threw the gold card to the wicked Black, and said awkwardly:

   "Open... double, no, triple the invoice. I'll take it back and go to Longmian Temple for reimbursement."

   "Very good, you're on the way.

   This public is public and private is private, but it must not be confused. When you get the money, remember to make up for today's "Dark Wisdom" course money. "

  Blake praised his schoolgirl, wrote a receipt and stamped it with his master seal.

   Little Xingxing put this receipt in her bag very precious.

   She felt like she had learned another lesson today.

   Next, the convoy drove directly into Lordaeron City, and went straight to the palace without making any further stops. The wedding was just a few days later, and various ritual procedures were being practiced.

   What's more, the king and the real nobles are waiting for Lothar and the Pope to arrive.

  It is foreseeable that there will be a big quarrel between them, and even the two remaining rebel factions of Ravenholdt, who have been quiet recently, are very likely to hide in the city.

   But Lothar showed no fear.

   In front of the palace, he appeared together with the Pope in ceremonial armor, only under the **** of the two great knights and his adjutant Turalyon, he followed the king's envoys to the council hall generously.

  Black can sneak past and listen.

But he is not interested in quarreling with a group of old men. In fact, he is walking around the palace with Little Xingxing and Jaina, wanting to find the "happy" bride Princess Calia and give her to her face to face. on the gift.

   "Deathwing launched a backstab during the War of the Ancients, its dragon body was alienated and torn apart by the inflated power due to excessive use of the dragon soul, and its own power was out of control.

   It is like a big burning monster, returning to its lair with a powerful and terrifying body. "

  While little Jaina and Little Star were happily visiting the palace, Blake was sitting in a garden, enjoying morning tea while sharing secrets about Deathwing with his servant Xalatas.

   He said with great interest in his heart:

   "It was mad at the time, but it didn't think it was mad. Like all creatures infested by the void, it chose to relieve its own pain by inflicting pain on others.

  It did a crazy thing.

   It forces all the female dragons of the Black Dragonflight to mate with it.

   But its body was already seriously alienated at that time, and those female black dragons couldn't stand the 'attack' of Deathwing at all. On that day, most of the inheritance of the entire Black Dragon Legion was destroyed by its creator. "

   "Wow, so crazy? What a rude and ruthless man. Besides, little master, do you think it's appropriate to talk about this kind of thing with a girl like me?"

  Xalatas listened with great interest, something she didn't even know.

   She wondered where Blake had heard it.

   This will playfully say:

   "You tell me these stories to make me feel like you're harassing me, little master."

   "Shut up if you want to hear it, and beat you up if you dare to punch you."

  The pirate took a sip of tea and said:

   "In fact, Malygos doesn't know, the revenge it wants has already been accomplished by Deathwing himself.

There are no more black dragons in existence than blue dragons, and there are even fewer pure-blooded female black dragons. They are all 'young'. produce powerful offspring.

   In the true sense of the ancient mother black dragon, only Sinestra, the orthodox dragon queen of Deathwing, was left.

   That dragon queen is really tough and strong.

   She withstood the ravages of the mad Deathwing, and although she survived, she also suffered from the torn dragon's body like her villainous husband.

   I feel that with her terrifying posture, it is better to die than to live. "

   Having said this, Blake showed a strange smile, and he said to Xalatas with great interest:

   "Now, 10,000 years from now, there is a second woman to lie in Deathwing's bed. I really wonder if Princess Calia will survive the next day.

  Look, here she is.

   still had a happy girly smile on her face, I really couldn't bear to tell her these bad stories.

   This would definitely scare her. "

   In the garden in front of Blake, Princess Calia Menethil in a blue and white court dress was walking over with a maid.

   Beside her was Arthas, who had changed into a suit, talking to her sister.

   A gesture of harmony between siblings.

   "Although I believe there is a way for Deathwing to 'enjoy' her without hurting her. I'm also sure that after the wedding, her father and brother will both 'unexpectedly die' inexplicably.

   Then, she will lose her usefulness and will be eaten by Deathwing as a snack.

   Or throw it to the dragonling as the first piece of meat after birth. "

   Xalatas said viciously and regretfully:

   "What a pity, her flesh and blood form is quite eye-catching. Or, little master, before she dies, use the waste?

  I don't know if she can satisfy Deathwing, but her well-developed body and my skills will satisfy all your fantasies. "

  Xalatas licked his lips, and once again issued an "invitation to fit" to the pirates.

   But Blake, the ruthless man, chose to refuse again. He put down the teacup and said:

   "I'm here to wait, not to listen to you tell these lewd jokes.

   Don't be so mad, help me to see if she is caught in the temptation magic of Deathwing, or is she really 'admiring' our Lord Dawar from the bottom of her heart. "

   "Is there a difference between the two?"

   Xalatas yawned in a bored tone and asked:

   "This is to do an 'autopsy report' in advance?"

   "No, there's a big difference."

  Black adjusted the collar of the dress, he explained: "The former shows that she is strong-willed, and Deathwing needs magic to get her love.

   means that she might be of some use.

  If it is the latter, a love-minded little princess is useless to me.

   As you said.

  On her autopsy report, the cause of death was written 'in love with someone who shouldn't love'. "

   "Ah, you have to take advantage of such a miserable poor woman. I really didn't see you wrong, little master. Your evil has opened my eyes."

   Xalatas gave a vicious laugh and said, "Come closer, I need to reach her."

"Simple."

  Blake's figure flashed and appeared in a shadow behind Arthas. He said in "surprise", "Yo, isn't this His Royal Highness? The **** doesn't hurt anymore? It seems that I've done it lightly before."

   "It's you! Damn Warlock!"

   Little Arthas turned his head and saw Blake's gesture of beckoning to him, his expression suddenly changed to an angry look, he shouted: "I was just careless last time, I won't lose next time!"

   "If I were you, I would be more worried about whether a man who lost his melee skills to a spellcaster would be eligible to continue his path as a paladin, rather than curse and swear that he would win next time.

  You know, I only used one hand that day. "

   Black said something faintly.

   This made Arthas blushed for a while.

   The eye of Kilrogg on the pirate's shoulder rolled his pupils and looked at the blond princess beside Arthas. He stepped forward in a gentlemanly manner and introduced himself:

"Blake Shaw, the great mentor of the Warlock School of Narthalas College, sends you the best wishes, Your Highness, the beautiful princess. You are as beautiful as the rumors say, and Lord Davar is really envious of others to have you by your side. "

   The princess' reaction was very ladylike.

   She stretched out her left hand and let Blake complete the kiss.

   The next moment, Xal'atas whispered in the pirate's ear:

   "She has Void Bewitching effect on her! It's very strong, very hidden, and it makes me feel difficult. Besides, she is still a pure virgin, and Deathwing didn't touch her."

   "Okay, Deathwing, I thought you were going to be distracted."

   Hearing the "test report" of Salatas, Black immediately complained:

   "Unexpectedly, you are also a fine-controlling scumbag who takes the kidneys!"

   (end of this chapter)