Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 691 22. "Blessing"

The high-ranking warlock Nekros Skullcrusher of the Dragonmaw clan is staying alone in his room.

The light in this low stone house located in the center of the dwarf city Grim Batol was very poor, only the braziers around were burning, and the flames danced with crackling sounds, making the house extremely quiet.

Nekros held a golden disc in his hand.

It's like a large pendant, and it's like a smooth and delicate magic jewelry. Hold by the orc's hand, it will bring colorful rainbow light in the reflection of fire.

The color of the light will change, but no matter from which angle you look at it, it looks so perfect.

The emaciated high-ranking warlock looked at the artifact in his hand obsessively, and wrapped the chain of the artifact pendant called the Soul of the Dragon around his wrist.

Round and round, I can't wait to lock it in my hands forever with a lock.

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

But Necrus has been more irritable recently.

After he got the Dragon Soul and used it to enslave the Red Dragon Queen, he was always suspicious, and this symptom 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 people who want to harm me" in Necrus has become more and more serious.

He looked at everyone around him as if they were plotting 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!

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

Very possible!

The orc warlock who was wiping the treasure grinned, his skinny face showed a trace of ferocity and resentment, he made up his mind to find a reason to kill that guy in a while.

Tch, those who are not loyal will die!

Neklus's suspicion is not groundless.

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

Rumor has it that they were recruited by Red Blackhand's "legal tribe".

But Necrus didn't believe this statement.

The reason is very simple. As a high-level warlock, he crossed the portal of darkness with the chief of the black hand. He knows exactly what kind of guy Red is.

To say that he is ambitious and talented is to praise him!

Learned from Orgrim to create an orthodox tribe, but with Red's ability, those orcs who followed him were just suffering, and they probably didn't even have enough to eat.

The orcs there had no time to escape, so how could they take the initiative to recruit Redd?

Humph.

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

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

But Necrus didn't believe this either.

Zulushid must have been assassinated by the black dragon, and those evil guys with conspiracy flowing in their veins are planning to eliminate those who resisted them in the clan one by one.

I am the next one.

After getting rid of himself, the puppet chiefs supported by the black dragons can justifiably control the Dragonmaw clan and the twenty-odd dragons they domesticated.

The most important thing is that they can thus 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.

That 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 in itself.

Nekros stopped wiping the dragon's soul.

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

"my darling."

The high-ranking warlock said something full of emotion.

Afterwards, his posture became gloomy and cold. He would think differently. If he was one of those black dragons driven away by humans, he would do his best to seek the soul of the dragon to strengthen his own power. .

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

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

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

Nekrus grabbed his keel staff, and picked up a glass of viscous, weird liquid with a fishy smell from the side, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

This is dragon blood!

Dragon blood from a red dragon is full of vitality.

The orcs of the Dragonmaw clan were able to live for so long in Grim Batol, the cursed city, without being tortured to death by the curse, all thanks to the "survival" of these dragon blood.

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

It is precisely because the Dragonmaw clan maintains a strong combat effectiveness and their ability to control the dragon that they can survive the long-term siege and attack of the dwarves in the wetland, a place that the copperbeard dwarves regard as their back garden. Now.

For these orcs, the red dragon they domesticated is not just a simple weapon of war.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

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

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

Hehehe. "

He let out a series of cold laughter, strode out of his room leaning on the keel staff.

Then there was a burst of noise. The orc guard guarding the door of his room was beaten to pieces by Nekros with the magic of the warlock, and was stunned by a cloud of Shadow Fury. direction.

Today, those young dragons who are teething have a "good fortune".

The high-ranking warlock thought so.

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

He had just knocked out his last loyalist with his own hands.

But Necros doesn't really care about this.

He is a warlock who can control a powerful red dragon. Who needs a group of disloyal orc guards with the help of a dragon?

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 piece of fertile and rich land and establish his own clan.

"Ok?"

Neklus was thinking about his own affairs, and then muttered to himself indignantly.

He dragged the unconscious orc down the city stairs of Grim Batol, and when he entered a tunnel dug by dwarves hundreds of years ago before the dragon's lair, even the high-ranking warlock, who was clearly out of order, noticed it. Something is not quite right.

It's so quiet!

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

Something must have happened!

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

As long as he holds this powerful artifact in his hand, he will not be afraid of any number of enemies!

"come out!"

Dragonmaw Warlock roared towards the eerily quiet tunnel, but only silence responded to him. He could even hear the sound of water dripping on the rocks deep in the tunnel.

"You cowards!"

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

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

But the opponent is obviously highly skilled.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Nekros did not wait for reinforcements at all, and the Dragonmaw orcs above knew nothing about what happened below.

This made Nekros even more irritable.

He started flinging clumps of shadow power randomly in all directions, creating an area-of-shadow rage to try to stun hiding opponents, and using his warlock magic to summon hordes of imps to run around.

But it didn't work!

He was confronted as if by a ghost.

The latter obviously knew how to use psychological oppression tactics, he hid in the dark all the time, waiting for Nekros to defeat himself.

This pathetic orc has been manipulated by an evil artifact, and his dilated scarlet pupils reveal his extremely unstable mental state.

The assassin may not need to attack at all, as long as the current oppression is maintained, the warlock will collapse by itself.

The poor Dragonmaw Warlock possessed great power, but was forced to sleep and eat restlessly by this power, like a spring maintained in a stretched state.

He's almost losing his elasticity.

Such a powerful and fragile enemy is simply the "favorite" of all well-versed assassins.

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

Nekros yelled.

He was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, he threw away his keel staff, held the dragon soul and began to mutter to himself, the golden disk was flying with iridescent streamers.

It was as if a dragon soul flapping its wings was reflected in it, and the painful wailing of the red dragons came from the dragon nest on the lower floor.

"Hahaha, run, run!"

Nekros laughed wildly, he couldn't tell where the enemy was, but it didn't matter, he would order the red dragon to use the deadly breath of the dragon to completely burn the front and rear 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 lunatic. It seems that the dragon kings are not as perfect as the legends say.

Malygos is a lonely lunatic, Ysera is a dead house who can only sleep, and A Laikestraza's love and care for all creatures has become her biggest weakness.

powerful.

is also vulnerable. "

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

The orc warlock screamed in pain.

Not only because he was stabbed by a weird dagger, but also because he suffered a vicious and weird magical impact on his mental level, and he was so painful that he almost fainted.

And the next moment, there was a trace of panic in his screams.

It was the horror of losing something dear to me.

The wrist of his left hand holding the Dragon Soul was severed by a chopping axe. At the same time as three fingers flew out, the blood-stained Dragon Soul was also crushed by a hand with black gloves and extremely long fingers. Hold in the air.

In the next second, the assassin really showed his face.

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

However, he added a battle hat on top of his head, making his face difficult to read in the shadows.

The only thing that can tell his identity is the seal of the master assassin on his left middle finger, which is the same style of ring, and the only difference from the one on Laike is that the gemstone of this ring is dark green.

Even in the dark, the light on it shines with an elegant and boundless light like a lush forest.

"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 difficult enemy, but when I stood in front of you, I realized that I was completely superfluous. "

The assassin who appeared to assassinate kicked down the warlock who was clutching his wrist and screaming, and tried to pounce on him to snatch the dragon's soul. He admired the golden artifact in his hand and said:

"A strong and fragile guy like you can be dealt with by any high-level assassin. As long as you overcome the fear of giant dragons, you, the 'Dragon Rider', are completely worthless.

Naturally powerful dragons are intimidated by a paper tiger like you.

It's ridiculous! "

"Your Excellency the Duke said well! You can always hit the nail on the head."

After Duke Ravenholdt delivered his "Declaration of Victory", at the other end of the tunnel, ten steps away from the two of them, Bush Laike Shi Shi, wearing the Bone Scythe armor, stepped out of the shadows.

Holding the moon blade in his left hand, the blade was still dripping blood.

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

The death of the old orc was horrifying, and he did not rest in peace.

"You captured Nekros Skullcrusher, and I killed Chieftain Zuluhed the Dragonmaw. See, the two of us together destroyed the upper echelons of the Dragonmaw Clan. Good cooperation."

Bo Laike threw the old orc's head at his feet, flicked the blood from the moonblade, and said to the gloomy Duke Jorach Ravenholdt in front of him:

"Oh, this Dragonmaw Warlock Nekros Skullcrusher is really not an ordinary person.

Imprisoning the Red Dragon Queen for several years, forcing the Queen to give birth to countless dragon eggs for him, and causing three giant dragon legions, two master assassins took turns serving him alone, this is really a blessing. "

The stinky pirate looked at His Excellency the Duke in front of him and the orc warlock who had been stripped of all his weapons, howling behind him, and said:

"However, there is still a prince commanding a lot of brave men to wreak havoc on it, to attract the attention of the Dragonmaw orcs, and to buy a little 'talk time' for the two of us.

So, let's skip the reminiscences and get straight to the point. "

Bo Laike coughed, and he raised the Moonblade, pointing at Duke Jorach. In the ray of cold light reflected when the moonblade deflected, in the scream of the high-ranking warlock Necrus, he said:

"Sharp blades, magic, bows and arrows, sharp claws. Choose a way to die."

(end of this chapter)