Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 691 22. "Blessing"

   High Warlock Necros Skullbreaker of the Dragonmaw clan is alone in his room.

   The light in this low stone house in the center of the dwarf city Grim Batol is poor, only the brazier built around it is burning, and the flames beat with a crackling sound, which makes the house extremely quiet.

  Necros held a golden disc in his hand.

   is like a large pendant, and like a smooth and delicate magic jewelry. When held by the hand of the orc, it will bring colorful rainbow light in the reflection of fire.

   The color of that light changes, but no matter from which angle it looks so perfect.

   The high-level warlock with a thin appearance and a sluggish breath looked at the artifact in his hand obsessively. He wrapped the chain of the artifact pendant named Dragon Soul around his wrist.

   circle after circle, can't wait to use the lock to lock it in your hands forever.

   He also held a luxurious and beautiful silk cloth in his hand, carefully wiping his beloved artifact, muttering to himself while wiping.

   But Nekrus has been irritable these days.

   He has always been paranoid after he obtained the Dragon Soul and used it to enslave the Red Dragon Queen, a symptom that made the Orcs of the Dragonmaw clan miserable.

   The most terrible thing is that since the group of black dragons fled to this city not long ago, the situation of "there are always bad people trying to harm me" in Necroth has become more serious.

   He looked at everyone around him and felt like they had a conspiracy against him.

   For example, this morning, the Dragonmaw warrior who helped him guard the gate looked at him a few more times while eating.

   That guy didn't have this habit before!

   Is it because this guy was bribed by those cunning, restless and kind-hearted black dragons? Is he looking for an opportunity to murder himself, so that he can dedicate the soul of the dragon in his hand to his black dragon master?

   Very likely!

   The orc warlock who was wiping the treasure grinned, and his thin face showed a trace of grimness and resentment. He made up his mind and found a reason to kill the guy in a while.

  , the disloyal guy must die!

  Necroth's suspicions are not groundless.

   After all, since the group of black dragons fled from the northern border to Grim Batol City, all kinds of strange things have happened one after another, and many familiar orcs have disappeared.

   There is a rumour that they were recruited by Red Blackhand's "orthodox tribe".

   But Necroth does not believe this statement.

The reason for    is very simple. As a high-level warlock, he followed the Blackhand Great Chief to cross the Dark Portal. He knows best what kind of guy Reid is.

   Saying that he is ambitious and talented is a compliment to him!

   Learned from Orgrim and created an orthodox tribe, but with Redd's ability, those orcs who followed him were just suffering, and it was estimated that they could not even eat enough.

   The orcs there are too late to escape, how could they take the initiative to recruit Reddor?

Humph.

   Those missing guys must have been murdered by the black dragons with a conspiracy!

   For example, the old chief, the cunning Zuluhed, has not shown up for a while. The guards around him said that the Zuluhed chief was thinking alone about the future of the Dragonmaw clan.

   But Necros doesn't believe that either.

   Zulu Hed must have been assassinated by the black dragon. Those evil guys with conspiracies flowing in their veins are planning to clear the clans one by one who resisted them.

  You are next.

   Remove himself, and the puppet chieftains supported by the black dragons can justifiably control the Dragonmaw clan and the two dozen dragons they tame.

  The most important thing is that they can take over their own artifact, the Dragon Soul, to control the Red Dragon Queen who is imprisoned in the big cave below the city of Grim Batol.

  The powerful demigod dragon, although she has been resisting the manipulation of the dragon soul, she has been unwilling to serve the great cause of the Dragonmaw clan, but as long as she is here, she is a powerful deterrent.

  Necros stopped wiping the dragon soul.

   He stood up and carefully hung the artifact around his neck.

"my darling."

   The senior warlock said something emotionally.

After that, his posture became gloomy. He would think differently. If he was one of those black dragons who were driven away by humans, he would also try his best to win the dragon's soul to strengthen his power. .

  After all, the dragon soul is useless to black dragons, but it is like a natural enemy to other dragons.

   With this thing in hand, the Black Dragon Legion will soon rise.

   "It's not that simple, you can't take it away from me!"

  Necros grabbed his keel staff, and then picked up a glass of viscous, fishy-smelling weird liquid from the side, raised his head and drank it.

   This is dragon blood!

  The dragon blood from the red dragon is full of vitality.

  The orcs of the Dragonmaw clan can live for so long in the cursed city of Grim Batol without being tortured to death by the curse, all of which depend on these dragon blood to "continue their lives".

   These liquids can also effectively dispel the demon blood in their bodies, so that they will not become weak like other orcs.

It is precisely because the Dragonmaw clan maintains a strong fighting force and their ability to control dragons that they can survive the long-term siege and attack of the dwarves in the wetland, which is regarded as the back garden by the Bronzebeard dwarves. Now.

   For these orcs, the red dragons they tame are not just weapons of war.

   "I'm not afraid of you!"

  Neklus wiped the dragon's blood from the corner of his mouth and touched the dragon's soul on his chest. He cursed in a low voice:

   "Come on, you bereaved black dragons, my red dragons and I await your challenge! The Dragonmaw clan will tame you, just as we tame the proud red dragons.

   hehehe. "

   He let out a series of cold laughter, and strode out of his room with a keel staff.

Then there was a commotion. The orc guard guarding the door of his room was ripped apart by Necroth's sorcerer magic, and then stunned by a shadowy rage, dragged by the high-level sorcerer with chains, all the way down to the Dragon's Nest. go in the direction.

   Today, the young dragons that are growing their teeth have a "good fortune".

   High Warlock thought so.

   He may not have noticed that since his "persecution paranoia" became more and more serious, the number of orcs willing to follow him became less and less.

   He just knocked out his last diehard with his own hands.

   But Nekros doesn't really care about that.

  He is a warlock who can control the mighty red dragon. With the help of the giant dragon, who needs a group of disloyal orc guards?

   If it weren't for his loyalty to the Dragonmaw clan, he would have left this ghost place with his red dragon long ago to seize the next fertile and rich land and establish his own clan.

"Um?"

  Necros thought about his own affairs and muttered to himself indignantly.

He dragged the unconscious orc down the city stairs of Grim Batol, and when he entered the tunnel that the dwarves dug hundreds of years ago, even the high-level warlock, who was obviously mentally abnormal, noticed it. Not quite right.

   Too quiet!

  The surrounding area is much quieter than usual, and the orcs standing guard have disappeared. Since the last time the lazy guy was thrown to feed the dragon by the angry Necrus, the remaining orcs have no courage to desert.

   Something must have happened!

   The high-level warlock reacted very quickly, and he held the dragon soul on his chest smoothly. The powerful energy flowing in this artifact made him feel at ease all of a sudden.

   As long as he holds this powerful artifact in his hand, he will not be afraid of how many enemies come!

"come out!"

   The Dragonmaw Sorcerer roared into the terrifyingly quiet tunnel, but only silence answered him. He could even hear drips of water hitting the rocks deep in the tunnel.

   "You cowards!"

  The mentally unstable Nekros roared forward, waved his keel staff, and summoned a large rain of hot flames in front of him, covering the middle of the tunnel.

   In this way, he was trying to force the hidden assassin out.

   But the other side is clearly skilled.

  Time passed by, and Necrus did not wait for reinforcements at all, and the dragonmaw beasts above had no idea what was going on below.

   This made Necroth even more impatient.

   He began to randomly throw large groups of shadow power in all directions, creating a wide range of shadow fury to try to stun hidden opponents, and using his warlock magic to summon a group of goblins to run around.

   but useless!

   He was facing a ghost.

  The latter obviously knew how to use psychological oppression tactics, so he hid in the dark at his leisure, waiting for Necros to defeat himself.

  This sad orc has been manipulated by an evil artifact, and his extremely unstable mental state can be seen from his enlarged scarlet pupils.

  Assassin may not need to attack at all, just need to maintain the current oppression, the warlock will collapse on his own.

  The poor Dragonmaw Sorcerer holds a powerful force, but is forced to sleep and sleep by this power, like a spring that is maintained in an elongated state.

   He was about to lose his elasticity.

   Such a powerful and fragile enemy is simply the "favorite" of all the assassins who know the heart.

   "Enough! Enough! I will summon my dragon to destroy you!"

   Necros shouted.

   He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, he threw away his keel staff, held the dragon's soul and started muttering to himself, the golden disc was dancing with a rainbow-colored streamer.

   It was like the reflection of a dragon soul flapping its wings and dancing, and the painful whine of the red dragons also came from the lower dragon nest.

   "Hahaha, run, run!"

  Necros laughed wildly, he couldn't tell where the enemy was at all, but it didn't matter, he would order the red dragon to use the deadly dragon breath to completely burn the front and back ends of the tunnel with flames.

  The assassin couldn't hide.

   He is dead!

   "It's hard to imagine that a giant dragon soaring in the sky would succumb to a madman. It seems that the dragon kings are not as flawless as the legends.

   Malygos is a lonely madman, Ysera is a dead house who only sleeps, and Alexstrasza's love and care for all living beings has become her greatest weakness.

powerful.

   is also fragile. "

   In the madness of Necros, a gentle and magnetic man's voice sounded beside the warlock, and along with the voice, there was a dark and flurry of knife light.

   The orc warlock screamed in pain.

   Not only because he was stabbed by a strange dagger, but also because he suffered a vicious and strange magical shock on his spiritual level, and he almost fainted in pain.

   In the next instant, there was a hint of panic in his scream.

   It was the horror of losing something dear.

The wrist of his left hand holding the dragon's soul was severely slashed by a chopping axe. At the same time as the three fingers flew out, the blood-stained dragon's soul was also caught by a hand with black gloves and extremely long fingers. Hold in the air.

   The next second, the assassin really showed his face.

   It was a human wearing a scarlet armor, and it should be an old man, because outside the half-covered mask, white hair that danced and danced could be seen.

   But he added a combat cap on top of his head, making his face invisible in the shadows.

   The only thing that can tell his identity is the seal of the Master Assassin that is on his left middle finger. It is the same style of seal ring. The only difference from Blake's is that the gemstone of this ring is dark green.

The light above    shines as graceful and boundless as a lush forest even in the dark.

   "I spent a lot of money to buy city blueprints from the Wildhammer dwarves, and spent more than half a month scouting the entire Grim Batol.

  I set up seven different assassination plans for you, a thorny enemy, but when I actually stood in front of you, I found that I was completely superfluous. "

  The assassin who appeared to assassinate, clasped his wrist with one foot and shouted, and then kicked the warlock who was trying to **** the dragon's soul. He admired the golden artifact in his hand and said:

   "A powerful and vulnerable guy like you can be solved by any high-level assassin. As long as you overcome your fear of dragons, you, the 'Dragon Rider', are totally worthless.

  The naturally powerful dragons are intimidated by a paper tiger like you.

   That's ridiculous! "

   "Your Excellency the Duke! You can always catch a word."

  After Duke Ravenholde issued his "Declaration of Victory", at the other end of the tunnel, ten paces away from the two of them, Black Shishiran, wearing a bone sickle armor, walked out of the shadows.

   He was holding the moon blade in his left hand, and the blade was still dripping blood.

   In his right hand he held the head of an old orc with two grey and white braids.

   The death of the old orc was terrifying, and he could not rest his eyes.

   "You caught Nekros Skullbreaker, and I killed Zuluhed, the Dragonmaw Chieftain. Look, the two of us joined forces to destroy the top of the Dragonmaw clan. It's a pleasure to work together."

  Black threw the old orc's head under his feet, flicked the blood from the moon blade, and said to Duke Jorazy Ravenholdt, whose face was gloomy in front of him:

   "Oh, this Dragonmaw Sorcerer Necruth Skullbreaker is really not an ordinary person.

   Imprisoned the Red Dragon Queen for several years, forcing the Queen to give birth to countless dragon eggs for him, and provoked three dragon legions, and two master assassins took turns to serve him alone, which is really a blessing. "

  The smelly pirate looked at His Excellency the Duke in front of him and the Orc Warlock who was wailing in agony behind him and had been disarmed. He said:

   "But now there is still a prince commanding a lot of brave people to frantically wreak havoc on it, to attract the attention of the dragon-mawed orcs, and to gain a little bit of 'talk time' for the two of us.

   So, let’s skip the old-fashioned part and go straight to the topic. "

  Black coughed, he raised the moon blade and pointed at Duke Jorazzi. In the ray of cold light reflected when the moon blade was deflected, and in the screams of the high-level warlock Necros, he said:

   "Blades, magic, bows, claws. Pick a way to die."

   (end of this chapter)