Part-time BOSS

Plop!

Zulud was thrown to the ground heavily, and the dragon soul in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. Then he was caught in the palm of a huge dragon claw. Zulud struggled with all his strength, but he couldn't. Completely unable to resist the power of the dragon.

Morpheus (King of the Black Dragon): "Do you feel hopeless? Ignorant orcs, look at the fate of your own people. They were slaughtered like wild dogs. This is the result of overestimating your own capabilities. This sight makes you feel painful. Are you angry? Hahaha, good, it seems you are not as useless as you seem."

The stinging words of the black dragon echoed in Zulud's ears. As he spoke, Morpheus picked up the dragon soul and admired it between the dragon's claws.

"Asshole, I'm going to kill you!" Zulud roared angrily. His eyes were attracted by the battle in front of him. The orcs of the Dragonmaw clan were suffering from the crazy killings of the black dragons and faced the joint attacks of several black dragon lords. , these orcs have no chance.

No matter how they fought bravely and launched desperate attacks, they were all easily crushed by the Black Dragon Lord.

Zulud looked at Nekros. Maybe he could escape back to the tribe and report everything that happened here to the warchief. The tribe would definitely make these despicable reptiles pay the price!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's all a trap! That despicable black-skinned orc! I was deceived!

Nekros retreated and muttered to himself angrily, Zulud had been caught, and he didn't want to end up like this.

Several orc warriors around him were still holding on to their posts. They retreated and asked, "Lord Nekros, what should we do?"

"Keep fighting. For the glory of the tribe, you must not take a step back."

While he was speaking, Nekros raised his staff—the demonic circle!

A pattern of a demonic circle suddenly appeared under his feet. This was a life-saving skill that he carefully learned. Using the reverse cast of the magic circle that summoned the demon, he could teleport his body to a fixed location.

Last time, he used this trick to escape from the Storm Dragon King and those alliance heroes.

Before he set off, he set up the demonic array on the altar in the military camp. As long as he activated the demonic array, he could be teleported back.

Of course - this move only works on himself.

This time he also placed his hope on this spell.

However, despite the effect of the spell, there was no movement on the ground beneath his feet. Not only that, several pitch-black tentacles stretched out crazily from the ground, suddenly binding his whole body.

"Stupid orc warlock, your ridiculous spells are useless in the face of the mysterious dragon language magic."

A slightly mocking voice came from behind. The female black dragon with curved dragon horns landed and looked at the embarrassed Nekros with a sneer.

To Nekros's surprise, the opponent did not bite him down, but grabbed him and threw him in front of Morpheus.

As the last orc was killed, the battle finally ended. Nekros and Zurud, a pair of brothers and sisters, were pinned to the ground, waiting for their fate to be chosen.

At this time, Morpheus was minding his own business admiring the loot.

Onyxia looked at the 'stone piece' in Morpheus's hand suspiciously: "Is this the Dragon Soul? It looks a bit... ordinary."

Indeed, the appearance of the Dragon Soul is completely inferior to its name. However, in fact, very few people have actually seen this thing. Even Onyxia has only glanced at it from a distance. .

Several other black dragon lords also came together, looking at the strange stone piece in Morpheus's hand with awe and curiosity.

Morpheus smiled at Onyxia, "Yes, this is the Dragon Soul. Neltharion used his scales to create this artifact, which contains part of the protective power of the four dragon kings. , this dragon scale is unusual. It was taken from Deathwing when he was still an ancient dragon. Later, when the ancient dragon suffered the curse of flesh and blood and degenerated into the ancestor dragon, this dragon scale was also used by him using secret methods. Saved.

Only the body of the ancient dragon can withstand the protective power of these four dragon kings at the same time. It is precisely because this scale is closely related to the wings of death, so only he has the ability to control this artifact. The other dragon kings have no way to get involved.

And now, it belongs to me! "

As Morpheus spoke, he suddenly clenched the stone dragon scale dragon soul tightly in the dragon's claws, and powerful power instantly penetrated his whole body.

Ahhhhh! He let out a roar that was half pain, half pleasure. The powerful power released by the artifact in his hand made him extremely excited.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everything around him suddenly became erratic, as if falling into a dream. The red light of life bloomed on Morpheus's body, and the magic turned into a vortex, generating ripples of arcane abilities in the air.

At this moment, Morpheus could feel the power hidden in this magic, as if it was at his fingertips, but the next second - with a bang, the huge force made him suddenly let go of the dragon's claw.

The light on the dragon soul dimmed, and it turned back into an ordinary 'piece of stone'.

Morpheus was a little annoyed. It was strange that the Dragon Soul was resisting him. Deathwing had already died, and as someone who inherited the power of the Earth Guardian, he should be the best successor to the Dragon Soul. Or do you need a direct bloodline from Deathwing?

But Nefarian was already dead... He looked at Onyxia who was picking her nails aside.

It is not a wise choice to hand the artifact into the hands of this woman. Although she has surrendered to him, creatures like women have always been unpredictable, let alone the women of the black dragon clan who are known for their cunning. No, You have to control it yourself.

However, once this artifact appears in the world, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the Dragon Covenant. Before fully grasping the power of this artifact, he must hide all this.

He suddenly looked at the two orcs on the ground.

It’s over! Zulud and Nekros thought at the same time that it was over.

The dying green dragon was also looking at Morpheus, as if waiting for him to release himself.

"Lord Morpheus..." the green dragon begged.

Morpheus didn't even look at the green dragon, but looked at the two orcs.

"Tell me - stupid orcs, do you want to make a deal with me? Swear allegiance to me and surrender to the great Black Dragon King, and I will spare your lives."

Zulud (Chief Dragonmaw): "Dream, you evil reptile, orcs will never be slaves. I am the chief of the Dragonmaw clan. For the sake of my tribe-"

Poof! The dragon's sharp claws cut off Zulud's head like a razor. The headless corpse rolled to the side, making Nekros tremble in fear.

Ignoring the system prompts ringing in his ears, Morpheus looked at Nekros again.

"So you, Warlock, are as unyielding as your chief."

Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "Oh, great King of Black Dragons, Nekros is willing to serve you. Being able to serve a being as great as you is a lifelong honor for humble Nekros."

Nekros trembled and bent down, and his cowering look made Morpheus burst out laughing happily.

Morpheus (Black Dragon King): "Hahaha, I like smart people like you. It seems that the orcs are not always a group of brainless idiots, but smart people like you always like to do bad things. I I had to do some precautions, I think you can understand."

"Please give me your orders, Lord Black Dragon King."

"Then hand over half of your soul."

What? Before Nekros could react, Onyxia had already blasted Nekros with a soul-breaking spell.

Ahhhh! Nekros let out a heart-rending scream, and he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Fortunately, the pain only lasted a few seconds, and he suddenly felt relaxed.

It's just that my mind is groggy, and I seem to have forgotten something important.

When he turned around, he saw his other self looking at him blankly.

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woo woo woo woo! A horn sound echoed in the empty wasteland. Orgrim was contemplating the situation of the battle in two days when he heard a commotion.

"what happened?"

"It's Nekros who has returned to the war chief. They have captured many black dragons."

Orgrim was a little surprised and hurriedly walked out.

In the sky, groups of black dragons circled and landed in the Dragonmaw Clan's camp.

With a festive look on his face, Nekros greeted the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan to come over and receive this new batch of dragon captives.

When Orgrim walked into the Dragonmaw clan camp, he saw a fiery scene.

These black young dragons were imprisoned in the dragon's lair obediently.

Seeing Orgrim's arrival, Nekros hurriedly greeted him.

"You are finally back. I thought you would be late for this battle. Where is Zulud?"

"The chief was bitten to death by a black dragon during a hunting operation."

Zulud is dead? Huh, what a waste. Orgrim was not surprised by this result. The various orc clans were not always harmonious, and the power struggle was extremely rough and direct. In another period of history, Orgrim relied on Killed the top black hand.

Even in this timeline, Orgrim's rise to power also required the purge of the old Black Hand department.

The power struggle between Nekros and Zurud is nothing new, but Orgrim generally does not interfere in the internal affairs of each clan as long as it does not affect the tribe's overall plans.

Orgrim looked at Nekros, vaguely feeling that something was not right with him. The smile on Nekros's face was extremely festive, not at all as cunning and gloomy as usual.

He only thought that the other party was pretending.

"What's the harvest from this operation? It won't affect the battle, right?"

"We lost a lot of warriors, but the harvest was also very gratifying. I found a powerful magic weapon in an ancient ruins. With it, I can continuously obtain more dragon mounts.

I successfully enslaved a powerful green dragon, and not only that, we also controlled a group of black dragons. "

Nekros excitedly took out a huge glowing disk.

This disk looks like gold but not gold, looks like crystal but not crystal. It exudes dazzling light and is extraordinary at first sight.

"This is the dragon soul, which has the power to control the dragon."

Orgrim was surprised and delighted. This was wonderful.

With such a powerful air force, this battle will surely win the final victory.

"Well done Nekros, it seems that you have enough strength to take over the position of chief of the Dragonmaw clan. Do your best. As long as you make military exploits in the next war, I will officially accept your appointment to lead the Dragonmaw clan."

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

When the day of war arrived and the dawn sun rose from the horizon, the Alliance camp suddenly became commotion.

Countless armored infantry, knights, archers, dwarf musketeers carrying huge rifles, and heroic Windrunner rangers came out of the military camp one after another.

In the sky outside the military camp, there were already thousands of parrots hovering and chirping, turning on the camera function of the system, watching this magnificent war scene.

In the past three days, the alliance army did not wait. The troops marched from the Arathi Highlands into the vast swamps in three groups. The three armies marched hand in hand. If the tribe refused to fight, then these three armies would Completely blocking the tribe's army in the Wrath Fang Plain area.

Murphy is one of the commanders of the left army. At this time, he is riding a horse with Duke Lothar of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Prince Trollbane of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, and the two archmages of Dalaran. Together they watched the army march slowly.

Alterac's militia troops walked on the left wing of the coalition forces. They were led by Dara Benba, but the one who was really responsible for the command was the militia leader 'Old Soldier Bright Sword'. Because of his outstanding performance in the Ice Wolf Plains battle, Dara Benba was the leader. Under La Benba's strong suggestion, the Prince's Council also promoted this veteran player to a position responsible for training the entire militia force. Coupled with the plot points obtained in the battle of Ice Wolf Plains, this player can be regarded as a hero. The threshold is over.

These 10,000 militiamen marched in unison with strict steps. Not to mention, they felt a little elite.

But what is really eye-catching is the 1,500 extraordinary soldiers of the Dragon Death Knights.

Five hundred heavily armored dragoons were marching in formation. Their dragon scale armor made the Storm Knights in full steel armor and the Horn Summoning Rangers in full leather armor look like beggars.

"Prince Aidan, I have to say, these dragon-equipped heavy cavalry of yours are really impressive." Lothar said with some envy.

"In other words, compared to actual combat experience, the knights of the Knights of the Storm are more experienced. I am deeply honored to be able to fight side by side with the Knights of the Storm."

"There is no honor for a defeated general. I only hope that this battle can defeat those savage orcs and regain the glory that belongs to the Kingdom of Stormwind."

After speaking, Lothar lowered his voice again, "Did Varian really go to Northrend?"

Murphy nodded, "Yes, he insisted on that. In order to defeat the orcs, he placed his hope on a legendary artifact and vowed to find the artifact."

"This child...well, he has shouldered a burden that shouldn't be expected at this age. It's all our old guys' fault." Lothar sighed helplessly.

"Well, if we can fight against the entire orc tribe for half a year, even though the Stormwind Kingdom is defeated, it will be an honor. Now that we have the military support of the entire alliance, we will definitely defeat those orcs completely. By then, there is no need to come to Varian." Don't stay in that cold northern wasteland anymore." Murphy comforted Lothar.

Lothar also nodded, "You are right, Prince Aidan, let us win this battle together."