Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Nekros Skullcrusher, the high sorcerer of the Dragonmaw clan, is 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 set up around it were burning. The flames jumped with a crackling sound, which made the house extremely quiet.

Nekros held a golden disk in his hand.

It's like a large pendant, and it's like a smooth and delicate magic jewelry. When held by the orc's hand, the firelight will reflect with colorful rainbow light.

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

The high-level warlock, who was thin and breathless, looked at the artifact in his hand obsessively. He wrapped the chain of the artifact pendant called Dragon Soul around his wrist.

Circle after circle, I wish I could lock it in my hands forever with a lock.

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

But Nekros has been a little irritable recently.

After he obtained the Dragon Soul and used it to enslave the Red Dragon Queen, he was always suspicious. This symptom made the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan miserable.

The most terrible thing is that since the group of black dragons escaped to this city not long ago, Nekros's situation of "there are always unscrupulous people trying to harm me" has become more and more serious.

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

For example, this morning, the Dragonmaw warrior guarding the door for him looked at him a few times while eating.

That guy didn’t have this habit before!

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

It's very possible!

The orc warlock who was wiping the treasure grinned, with a hint of ferocity and resentment on his thin face. He made up his mind and found any reason to kill the guy in a moment.

Hey, the disloyal guy must die!

Nekros' suspicion was 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 orcs they are familiar with have disappeared.

There are rumors that they were recruited by Red Blackhand's "Orthodox Tribe".

But Nekros didn't believe this.

The reason is simple. As a high-level warlock, he crossed the Dark Portal with Chief Blackhand. He knows best what kind of kid Red is.

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

He imitated Orgrim and created an orthodox tribe, but with Red's ability, those orcs would just suffer by following him, and they probably wouldn't even have enough to eat.

The orcs there were too late to escape, so how could they take the initiative to recruit men for Red?

snort.

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

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

But Nekros didn't believe that either.

Zuluhid must have been assassinated by the black dragon. Those evil guys with conspiracy flowing in their veins are planning to eliminate those who resist them in the clan one by one.

He is next.

If they get rid of themselves, the puppet chiefs supported by the black dragons can legitimately control the Dragonmaw clan and the more than twenty dragons they have tamed.

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

That powerful demigod dragon, although she has been resisting the manipulation of the Dragon Soul and has been unwilling to serve the great cause of the Dragonmaw clan, as long as she is here, she is a powerful deterrent.

Nekros stopped wiping the Dragon Soul.

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

"my darling."

The high-level warlock said with emotion.

Then, his posture became cold. He would put himself in someone else's shoes. If he were one of the black dragons driven away by humans, he would also try his best to seize the dragon soul to strengthen his own power. .

After all, the dragon soul 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 quickly.

"It's not that simple. You can't even try to take it away from me!"

Nekros grabbed his dragon bone staff, picked up a cup of thick, fishy-smelling weird liquid from the side, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

This is dragon blood!

Dragon blood from the red dragon is full of vitality.

The orcs of the Dragonmaw clan have been able to live in the cursed city of Grim Batol for so long without being tortured to death by the dragon's blood.

These liquids can also effectively dispel the demonic blood in their bodies, preventing them from becoming as weak as other orcs.

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

For these orcs, the red dragons they tamed are more than just war weapons.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Nekros 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 black dragons who lost their families, my red dragons and I are waiting for your challenge! The Dragonmaw clan will also tame you, just like we tame the proud red dragons.

Hahaha. "

He let out a series of cold laughter and strode out of his room holding the dragon bone staff.

Then there was a noise. The orc guard guarding the door of his room was beaten to pieces by Nekros with warlock magic. He was knocked unconscious by a ball of shadow fury. He was dragged by a high-level warlock with a chain, all the way down to the dragon's lair. direction.

Today, the young dragons that are growing their teeth are having a good time.

The high-level warlock thought so.

He may not have noticed that since his "persecution paranoia" 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 Nekros didn't really care about that.

He is a warlock who can control a powerful red dragon. With the dragon to help him, 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 piece of fertile and rich land and establish his own clan.

"Um?"

Nekros thought about his own affairs and muttered angrily to himself.

He dragged the unconscious orc down the city stairs of Grim Batol, and when he entered a tunnel dug by the dwarves hundreds of years ago in front of the dragon's lair, even the high-level warlock, who was obviously mentally abnormal, noticed that Something isn't quite right.

So quiet!

The surroundings were much quieter than usual, and the orcs standing guard were nowhere to be seen. Since the lazy guy was thrown to feed the dragon by the angry Nekros last time, the remaining orcs didn't have the guts to desert again.

Something must have happened!

The high-level warlock reacted very quickly and grasped 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 won't be afraid of any number of enemies!

"come out!"

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

"You cowards!"

Nekros, who was mentally unstable, roared forward, swung his dragon bone staff, and summoned a large rain of hot fire in front, covering the entire middle of the tunnel.

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

But the other party is obviously very skilled.

Time passed by, and Nekros did not wait for reinforcements at all. The Dragonmaw orcs above had no idea what was happening below.

This made Nekros even more impatient.

He began to throw large groups of shadow power in all directions, creating a range of shadow fury to try to stun hiding opponents, and used his warlock magic to summon a group of imps running around.

But it's no use!

He seemed to be facing a ghost.

The latter obviously knew how to use psychological oppression tactics. He had enough time to hide in the darkness, waiting for Nekros to defeat him.

This miserable orc has been manipulated by an evil artifact, and his extremely unstable mental condition can be seen from his dilated scarlet pupils.

The assassin may not need to attack at all. If he only needs to maintain the current oppression, the warlock will collapse on his own.

The poor Dragonmaw Warlock has great power, but is forced to sleep and eat restlessly by this power, like a spring that is maintained in an elongated state.

He was almost losing his elasticity.

Such a powerful yet fragile enemy is simply the "favorite" of all assassins who understand people's hearts.

"That's enough! That's enough! I'm going to summon my dragon to destroy you!"

Nekros yelled.

He was breathing heavily and his eyes were bloodshot. He threw away his dragon bone staff, held the dragon soul and began to mutter to himself. Rainbow-colored light was flying on the golden disk.

Just like a flying dragon soul flapping its wings reflected in it, the painful wails of the red dragons could also be heard from the dragon nest below.

"Hahaha, run, run quickly!"

Nekros 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 its deadly dragon breath to completely burn the tunnel's front and rear ends with flames.

The assassin couldn't hide.

He is dead!

"It is unimaginable that the giant dragon flying in the sky would succumb to a madman. It seems that the dragon kings are not as perfect as the legend.

Malygos is a lonely lunatic, Ysera is a deadbeat who only sleeps, and Alexstrasza's love and care for all living creatures has become her biggest weakness.

powerful.

Also fragile. "

In Nekros's madness, a gentle and magnetic man's voice sounded beside the warlock, and along with the voice, there was a dark and dancing sword light.

The orc warlock screamed in pain.

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

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

It was the horror of losing something dear.

The wrist of his left hand that was holding the Dragon Soul was severely chopped open by a cutting ax. At the same time as three fingers flew out, the blood-stained Dragon Soul was also struck 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. He must be an old man, because outside the half-covered face shield, white hair could be seen dancing.

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

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

The light on it shines as gracefully and boundlessly as a green 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, this difficult enemy. But when I stood in front of you, I found that I was completely unnecessary. "

The assassin who showed up to kill kicked the warlock who was covering his wrist and yelling, and tried to rush forward to snatch the dragon soul. He admired the golden artifact in his hand and said:

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

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

How ridiculous! "

"Well said, Your Excellency the Duke! You always hit the nail on the head."

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

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

His right hand held the head of an old orc with two gray braids.

The old orc died in a horrific manner, and he never closed his eyes to death.

"You captured Nekros Skullcrusher, and I killed Dragonmaw Chief Zuluhid. Look, the two of us worked together to destroy the top leaders of the Dragonmaw clan. We worked together happily."

Black threw the old orc's head at his feet, shook off the blood on the moon blade, and said to Duke Jorach Ravenholdt, whose face turned gloomy in front of him:

"Oh, this dragonmaw warlock Nekros Skullcrusher is really no ordinary person.

He imprisoned the Red Dragon Queen for several years, forced the queen to lay countless dragon eggs for him, and provoked three dragon legions. The two master assassins took turns serving him. This was really a blessing. "

The stinky pirate looked at the Duke in front of him and the orc warlock behind him who was wailing in pain and had all his weapons removed. He said:

"But now there is a prince commanding many brave men who are wreaking havoc up there to attract the attention of the Dragonmaw Orcs and gain a little bit of 'talking time' for the two of us.

So, let’s skip the reminiscing and get straight to the point. "

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

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