Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 565 118. Black! You are still not a man!

   Onyxia is a direct descendant of Deathwing, her age is a mystery. Not everyone is curious about this, but asking a woman's age is impolite.

   Not to mention asking the age of a female black dragon with a powerful bloodline, this is basically a fancy suicide.

   Therefore, the answer to this question is rarely known even in the Black Dragon Legion.

   But what is certain is that Princess Heilong is powerful and mysterious, and she knows a lot, but she is better at it than her brother who is more "king style" and is happy to act behind the scenes.

   She has always been a woman who pursues an exquisite life and has a sense of ritual.

   Even when they live in their own remote and hidden dragon lair, they will be more picky about the "food" when they forage. But Onyxia never imagined that she would one day be fed by another being who is also female.

  Well, that's not true either.

   For a Void creature like Xal'atas, gender is only an option, and she now appears as a female only because she senses the preferences of the little master.

  If Blake is misogynistic, she will immediately set herself up as a mysterious male, in order to achieve the purpose of "fencing" with the smelly pirates.

   In short, for the Black Dragon Princess, exploring the gender of this existence is not a top priority.

   She has sensed the danger, and she must withdraw herself from this weird "mental trap".

   "What the **** are you!"

   Onyxia wanted to withdraw the mental power that had pierced into Black's will, but after one attempt, she found herself like a traveler who fell into quicksand.

   The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

   "My lovely little girl, I am very satisfied with you. Whether it is appearance, temperament, or the essence of flesh and blood that was polluted by the void from the source of blood, it reminds me of some wonderful times.

   As for who am I? "

  Xalatas let out a short laugh, like an ode, and said softly:

   "I am the ghost galloping under the dark night, I am the shadow walking in fear, I am the **** of death under the death movement, and it is also the nightmare you least want to recall.

   Well, let me guess, the answer you want to know is not this.

   so I would say

  Have you heard of the ancient gods who ruled the dark empire from ancient and old times?

   Those who led your father down the path of twilight, those who single-handedly shaped the greatest and most painful regrets in your long life, and who are high above the sky and below the hell.

  I am one of them.

bring it on.

  Don't resist, little girl.

   Bow down to me.

   As Deathwing did to its shapers. "

In the whispers of thousands of people, and the echoes of illusions and nightmares echoing, as if the black dragon princess was placed in the illusion of a corrupt and glorious, degenerate and sacred dark empire, it was difficult to perceive that it was as dark as an invisible cobweb, The viscous, deep "tentacles" are rapidly corroding and assimilating his will along with his spiritual power.

   is like contaminating a whole tree from an extended branch.

   She cut off the spiritual power that she exuded.

   This behavior, which is equivalent to slashing one's own soul, made the Lengyan Princess Heilong scream, and Lengyan's face was bloodless for a moment.

   But the gecko's tail-cutting act saved her, temporarily freeing her from the forced corruption of the Void Power.

   Just like a drowning person sticking her head out of the water, she gained precious sobriety, covered her aching head and stepped back, letting the long hair behind her head fly in the collision of mental power.

   looks very cool, but in fact is very embarrassing.

   There is no trace of the ease and comfort that he used to tease Blake before.

   The pain of being hit **** the forehead made her temporarily lose awareness of the surrounding situation, and the world in front of her had three or more overlapping illusions.

   It was as if countless corrupted and destroyed worlds appeared in front of him at the same time.

   The chaos and confusion of the spiritual dimension reflected in the world dimension made her feel like she wanted to vomit.

   She could smell the blood, hear the sharp blade tearing through the flesh, and could vaguely see her elite dragon guard being chopped down with a black sword by a beating shadow.

   There was bitterness in her mouth.

   I don't know if it's the reflection of the bitter feeling of stepping into the trap, or the sequelae caused by the act of "cutting one's own arm" just now.

   She knew that she was planted today.

   Sure enough, the person who can push a trash like Oridon to his current status is not an ordinary, bland character. But this master's "inner world" is a bit too exciting, isn't it?

   What kind of monster is he who took the initiative to "explore and chase" today!

   "I guess, you must be wondering, what kind of monster am I?"

   In front of the staggering Onyxia, Black, carrying the blazing blade Sanksu, was standing among the corpses of the three elite black dragon dragons who had been hacked to death.

   Holding the black sword that was dripping blood, he walked towards him step by step and tried to stand up straight, but he seemed to be fighting against Onyxia, who was acting strangely and stiffly.

  The pirate looked at the mess around him, and inserted the sword in his hand into the eye socket of the last dragon who was trying to escape.

   He stepped on the guy's struggling and trembling head, took out the cursed vision of red cloth strips from his pocket, put it on his eyes, and tied a bow at the back of his head.

   picked up his death shadow helmet from the ground, put the helmet back on his back, and said in a low voice:

   "You took the initiative to come to the door, you took the initiative to uncover my disguise, and you took the initiative to claim to 'conquer' me. Everything is your initiative, and you have seen my face.

   Now I want to regret not playing, but it's too late.

   Give her a treat! "

  The pirates gave grim orders.

   And behind him, the little murloc had already carried a bag and began to pick and choose from the **** corpses, like a qualified murloc trash.

"Father!"

   At the moment when Black gave the order, Princess Black Dragon was about to contact her father for help through the connection of her blood.

  If this foreign object that invades the mind is really a member of those ancient gods as it said, then relying on its own battle has no chance of winning.

   In the face of such an ancient existence, violent power is useless, and sincere belief is worthless.

   She must ask for the support of her godlike father.

   But in the next second, a spiritual bomb suddenly erupted in her spiritual world. In the earth-shattering noise in her perception, she felt that a giant hole had been broken through her spiritual barrier.

   is like a spiritual black hole erupting at the level of will, more like a giant destroying the city, just reach out and push gently, all the spiritual defense lines built by Onyxia collapsed in an instant.

   On her pale face, the last despair flashed in those beautiful black eyes.

   stared at Blake Shaw in front of him with the most resentful and resentful eyes, as if to imprint this face into the deepest part of his bone marrow.

   "Are you going to stare at me?"

  The pirate touched Onyxia's delicate chin and lifted her cheek slightly.

   Looking at the pupil changes in those eyes, he could clearly see that the spirit of the female black dragon in front of him was being stripped from the body, and new strange things were being filled into the body.

   This process is very much like the withering of one life and the rebirth of another ghostly ghost.

"What's up?"

   In Onyxia's spiritual world, Lord Davar's low inquiring voice echoed. There was not much emotion in his voice, and it was not even as obvious as his previous tone when he faced Black.

   This is clearly a callous father.

"I"

   Onyxia struggled to free her chin from the smelly pirate, and fell silent as soon as she uttered the first word.

"Um?"

   Lord Davar snorted with dissatisfaction, and he began to feel that his precious time was wasted.

   "I've discovered the Master Assassin faction behind Oridon, father."

   In the next instant, Princess Heilong's words became strangely fluent.

   She raised her head, brushed her long black hair with all manner of style, threw a wink at the pirate in front of her, and said to her father in the spiritual world:

   "I followed the meeting between Oridon and the people behind him, the Master Assassins Rohan the Killer and Leopold the Hunter who supported Lothar.

   Our previous guess was wrong, Father.

There is no relationship between   Oridon Perenold and Master Black of the Uncrowned. "

   "Well, well done, get on with your work."

Lord    Davar didn't seem surprised by this answer.

   Or he doesn't care.

  It's just a bug, everyone is the same.

  Deathwing's voice disappeared, Princess Black Dragon rubbed her head and stood up, wiped a few drops of blood from her cheeks with her fingers, put it into her mouth and licked it gently, and showed a disgusted expression in the next second.

Say:

   "The blood of black dragons is disgusting. The pollution from the source has made them contaminated with too much void impurities."

   As she spoke, "Princess Black Dragon" tilted her head, as if she was experiencing this strange perception of regaining her body. She looked over Black's shoulder and saw the dragon corpses piled up behind her.

  The pirate is quite artistic.

  The body was piled on the left, the severed head was thrown on the right, the blood of the dragon was everywhere, and the little murloc hummed the murloc song to clean up his "fish catch".

"Such a waste."

   Onyxia said something.

   raised his finger in front of Blake, the black hair fluttered behind his head, and extracted the void magic power dissolved in the original bloodline from the black dragon, and used it in an extremely subtle and obscure way.

   The eye of Kilrogg on Black's shoulder turned back and saw that the four-headed dragon man's body began to tremble strangely, as if it had been given new life.

   Trembling and vibrating, they approached each other, and then gathered needles and threads with their respective dragon blood, and sewed the corpses together like sewing clothes.

   That scene scared the daring little murloc who had just "picked up the rubbish" to cover his eyes with his claws, and backed away screaming.

   This guy who can't help but be frightened, the horror of the scene can be seen.

  The four dragon corpses were "stitched" into a three-person dome of flesh and blood, with dim blood flowing back and forth, exuding a strange light, as if a new evil embryo was being conceived.

  The dirt on the ground was also washed away by this weird flesh and blood magic, making the surroundings clean as if nothing had happened.

"Snapped"

   Onyxia pushed open the door of the carriage behind him, tied his hands around his waist and belly, swayed his black hair, and pushed his body forward, exposing his amazing body lines. Like the most professional maid, he said to the pirates:

   "My esteemed little master, won't you come and check your 'booty'?"

"OK."

  Blake swaggered into the carriage. The internal structure was exactly the same as that of Lord Dawar's "showing off wealth". He was very satisfied with it, and said with his arms on his hips:

   "There is a Nagfar on the sea, which is enough to line up, and a good car on land is also worthy of my status. I want this car, you can find a way to go back later.

Um?

  What are you taking off your clothes for? "

  The eyeball on the pirate's shoulder turned back, looking at Onyxia who had taken off most of his clothes, revealing his fair and soft skin, he said in a strange tone:

   "Although this skirt is also a high-level magic item and a trophy of mine, I haven't gotten to the point where I don't even give a piece of clothing. You can take it with you, you don't need to leave it behind."

   "But isn't it also your trophy? Little master."

   Onyxia covered her mouth and chuckled softly, she stroked her fair, smooth and perfect body and said something.

   In front of Blake, he unbuttoned his clothes and let his long skirt fall to the ground along his smooth skin. She put on a shameless seductive gesture, licked her lips, and said to the pirate with a lusty look:

   "Why don't you come and check it out? The interior space of this car is big enough, you can do whatever you want."

  The first half of the sentence is still Onyxia's voice, and the second half is the voice of Xalatas, who is very familiar to Blake.

   But the pirate did not respond to this, he said indifferently:

   "Onyxia's dragon lair in Kalimdor is filled with hatchable dragon eggs, you know what I mean?"

   "Ah, I forgot, the little master has a mental cleanliness."

  Xalatas said regretfully:

   "I knew I should change into a 'clothing'. But I know how to make you happy, I know you best, my master."

  Onyxia was so naked, wearing only very mysterious and simple underwear, walked to his wardrobe under Blake's gaze, bent down to open it, and took out a heavy animal skin bag from it.

   She must have used this provocative pose on purpose.

   Those rounded hips and surprisingly long legs dangled in front of Blake's eyes, causing the pirates to cough, and the eyeballs on their shoulders shifted slightly.

   "This will definitely satisfy you, little master."

   Princess Black Dragon threw the bag over, Blake grabbed it in his hand, opened it and glanced at it, it was full of uncut essentia gems shining with shadowy luster, nearly a hundred gems.

   "Well, Shaw can't bear it now."

  The pirate threw the bag of Elemental Gemstones up and down, and he said maliciously:

   "These little cuties are enough for me to 'send tasks' and 'play' with him for a long time."

"yes?"

  Behind him, the black dragon princess, who was not wearing any strands, was attached to her body, wrapped her arms around the pirate's neck, and whispered in his ear:

   "With such a peerless creature by your side, you can do whatever you want, but what you think of is another man, I really began to doubt your orientation, little master.

  I know I'll make you angry when I say that, so come and punish me and whip me freely.

   You are so delicious, Blake Shaw.

  I can't help but swallow you. "

   (end of this chapter)