Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Onyxia is a direct descendant of Deathwing, and her age is a mystery. It's not that no one is curious about this question, but it's rude to ask a woman her age.

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

Therefore, even among the Black Dragon Legion, few people know the answer to this question.

But what is certain is that the Black Dragon Princess is powerful and mysterious, with extensive knowledge, but compared to her more "kingly" brother, she is better at and willing to act behind the scenes.

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

Even when living in his own remote and hidden dragon's nest, he would be picky about the "food" he eats. But Onyxia never thought that one day she would be eaten by another being who was also a female.

Well, that's not correct either.

For void creatures like Xal'atath, gender is just an option. She now appears as a woman only because she is aware of her little master's preference.

If Blake was misogynistic, she would 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 the being in front of her is not a top priority.

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

"What the hell are you!"

Onyxia wanted to pull away the mental power she had pierced into Black's will, but after trying once, she found herself like a traveler falling into quicksand.

The more you struggle, the deeper you fall.

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

As for who I am? "

Xal'atath let out a short laugh, like a hymn, and said softly:

"I am the ghost running in the dark night, the shadow walking in fear, the god of death in the death movement, and the nightmare you least want to recall.

Well, let me guess, that's not the answer you want to know.

so i would say

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

Those who led your father on the road to twilight, those who single-handedly shaped the biggest and most painful regrets in your long life, and who are high above the sky and below hell.

I am one of them.

bring it on.

Don't resist, little girl.

Bow down to me.

As Deathwing did to his shapers. "

In the whispers of thousands of people, with the echoes of illusions and nightmares, the Black Dragon Princess seemed to be placed in the illusion of a corrupt and glorious, depraved and sacred dark empire. She was difficult to realize that it was as dark as an invisible spider web. The thick, deep "tentacles" are following his own mental power and beginning to quickly corrode and assimilate his will.

It's like contaminating the entire tree starting from the outer branches.

She immediately cut off the spiritual power emanating from herself.

This act, which was equivalent to a knife on her own soul, made the cold and beautiful Black Dragon Princess let out a scream, and her face turned pale for a moment.

But the gecko's act of cutting off its tail saved her, temporarily saving her from the forced corruption of the void divine power.

Just like a drowning person putting her head out of the water, she regained precious consciousness. She covered her aching head and backed away, letting the long hair on the back of her head fly amid the contact and collision of mental power.

It looks very cool, but in reality it is very embarrassing.

There is no trace of the ease and comfort that he had when teasing Blake before.

The pain, which was like being hit hard on the head with a stick, made her temporarily lose awareness of the surrounding situation, and the world in front of her was filled with three or more overlapping illusions.

It was as if countless worlds that had been corroded and destroyed appeared in front of him at the same time.

The chaos and chaos reflected in the physical dimension on the spiritual level made her feel like vomiting.

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

Her mouth was bitter.

I don’t know if it’s a reflection of the bitterness of stepping into a trap, or if it’s really the sequelae of the act of “cutting off an arm” just now.

She knew that she was in trouble today.

Sure enough, the person who could push a loser like Oriden to where he is today is not an ordinary, unremarkable character. But the master's "inner world" is a bit too exciting, isn't it?

What kind of monster is he who took the initiative to "adventure and chase" today?

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

In front of the staggering Onyxia, Black, who was holding the flame blade Sankesu, was standing among the corpses of three elite black dragons who had been hacked to death with random knives.

He held the black sword that was dripping blood, and walked step by step towards Onyxia, who was trying to stand up straight, but it seemed as if she was fighting against him, her movements were weird and stiff.

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

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

Picked up his death shadow battle helmet from the ground, put the battle helmet back on his head, and whispered:

"You took the initiative to come to me, you took the initiative to reveal my disguise, you took the initiative to declare that you wanted to 'conquer' me. You took the initiative in everything, and you have already seen my face.

It’s too late to regret not playing now.

Give her a good time! "

The pirates issued grim orders.

Behind him, the little murloc was already carrying a bag and began to pick out usable items among the bloody corpses, like a qualified murloc trash man.

"Father!"

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

If this foreign object that invades the soul is really one of those ancient gods as it said, then there is no chance of winning the battle on one's own.

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

She must call on her godly father for support.

But the next second, a spiritual bomb suddenly erupted in her spiritual world. In the loud noise that shook the world, she felt that a huge hole was opened in the barrier of her mind.

It was like a spiritual black hole erupting at the level of will, more like a giant destroying a city. With just a gentle push from his hand, all the psychic defenses established by Onyxia collapsed in an instant.

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

He stared at Black Shaw with the most resentful and resentful eyes, as if he wanted to imprint this face into the deepest part of his bones.

"Are you going to stare me to death with your eyes?"

The pirate reached out and touched Onyxia's delicate chin, gently lifting her cheek.

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

This process is very much like the withering away of one life and the rebirth of another possessed by a gloomy ghost.

"What's up?"

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

This is clearly a callous father.

"I"

Onyxia struggled to free her jaw from the smelly pirate's grasp and fell silent as soon as she spoke the first word.

"Um?"

Lord Davar let out a dissatisfied nasal sound, and he began to feel that his precious time was wasted.

"I have discovered the faction of Master Assassins behind Auriden, father."

The next moment, the Black Dragon Princess's words became strangely fluent.

She raised her head, moved her long black hair coquettishly, winked at the pirate in front of her, and said to her father in the spiritual world:

“I tracked the meeting between Auriden and the people behind him, the master assassins ‘Killer’ Rohan and ‘Hunter’ Leopold who supported Lothar.

Our previous guess was wrong, Father.

There is no relationship between Auriden Perenolde and Black, the Uncrowned Master. "

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

Lord Davar didn't seem surprised by the answer.

Or maybe he doesn't care.

It's just a bug, it's the same for everyone.

Deathwing's voice faded away. The Black Dragon Princess rubbed her head and stood up. She wiped off a few drops of blood on her cheek with her fingers, put it into her mouth and licked it gently. She showed an expression of disgust the next second.

explain:

"The black dragon's blood is really disgusting. The pollution from the source makes them contaminated with too many void impurities."

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

Pirates are quite artistic.

The bodies were piled on the left, the severed heads were thrown on the right, dragon blood flowed everywhere, and the little fish man hummed a fish man song to collect his "catch".

"Such a waste."

Onyxia said something.

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

The Eye of Kilrogg on Black's shoulder turned back, and he saw the corpses of the four dragon men beginning to tremble strangely, as if they had been given new life.

They trembled and moved closer to each other, and then used their respective dragon blood to thread the needle and thread, sewing the bodies together like sewing clothes.

That scene frightened the bold little fishman who had just finished "picking up junk" and covered his eyes with his paws, and retreated with a howl.

This vegetarian guy was frightened, which shows how terrifying the scene was.

Four dragon corpses were "stitched" into a three-person-high flesh-and-blood dome, with dim blood flowing back and forth inside, emitting a weird light, like a new evil embryo gestating.

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

"Snapped"

Onyxia pushed open the door of the carriage behind her, tied her hands around her waist, swayed her black hair, and moved her body forward, exposing her amazing body lines. Like the most professional maid, she said to the pirate:

"My respected little master, why don't you come and check your 'trophies'?"

"OK."

Blake swaggered into this carriage. The internal structure was exactly the same as Lord Davar's "wealth showoff car" before. He was very satisfied with it and put his hands on his hips and said:

"Having the Nagfar on the sea is enough to show off. I also need a good car on land to be 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 eyes on the pirate's shoulder rolled back and he looked at Onyxia, who had taken off most of her clothes, revealing her fair and soft skin. He said in a strange tone:

"Although this skirt is also a high-level magic item and my trophy, I haven't dug it to the point where I won't even give you a piece of clothing. You can take it with you. There is no need to keep it."

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

Onyxia covered her mouth and chuckled, 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 made a shameless seductive move, licked her lips, and said to the pirate lustfully:

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

The first half of the sentence is still Onyxia's voice, but the second half is Xal'atath's voice that Black is very familiar with.

But the pirate didn't respond to this. He said in a cold tone:

"Onyxia's dragon nest on Kalimdor is filled with dragon eggs she laid that can be hatched. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Ah, I forgot, the little master has mental mysophobia."

Xal'atas said with regret:

"I should have changed my clothes. But I know how to make you happy. I understand you best, my master."

Onyxia was so naked, wearing only a very mysterious and simple underwear. Under Blake's gaze, she walked to her closet, bent down to open it, and took out a heavy animal skin bag.

She must have used this provocative gesture on purpose.

The round buttocks and astonishingly long legs dangled in front of Blake's eyes, causing the pirate to cough and look away slightly from his shoulders.

"This will definitely satisfy you, little master."

The Black Dragon Princess threw the bag over, and Blake grabbed it in his hand. He opened it and took a look. It was filled with uncut, shadow-shining Originium gems, enough for nearly a hundred.

"Well, Xiao Er is really suffering now."

The pirate tossed the bag of source material gems in his hand up and down, and said with full malice:

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

"Yeah?"

Behind him, the naked Black Dragon Princess clung to him, hugged the pirate's neck with her arms, and whispered in his ear:

"Such a peerless beauty is by your side, letting you do whatever you want, but you are thinking about another man. I'm really starting to doubt your orientation, little master.

I know I will make you angry when I say this, so come and punish me, whip me as much as you want.

You're so delicious, Blake Shaw.

I can't help but want to swallow you up. "