The scorching golden flames burned on the corpse, quickly evaporating all the liquid in the corpse, leaving only dry corpses. Reid Blackhand, who barely survived the first round of bombardment, pushed away with difficulty.
The body on his body was burned all over his body, and one-third of the red war blade in his hand was melted.
He shook his head, waking up from the dizziness of the fall and impact. He lowered his head. Commander Vaughn, who was so proud just now, had turned into a mummy, but even so, there were still traces of traces of blood on his skinny cheeks.
With a frightened expression.
Red picked up a wooden stick from the ground. He turned around and spent all his efforts to build a complete arsenal and the skilled orcs who were loyal to him were destroyed. The disgusting smell accompanied the anxious air in this hall.
Echoing in the ruins, Red raised his head and looked at the collapsed mountain wall in front of him. The sunlight from the Burning Plain shone from the melted rocks into the dim black stone tower, making Red become sluggish.
A few seconds later, he was panting heavily, as if going crazy, using his hands and feet to climb up the scorching ruins in front of him. He lay on the entrance of the cave that was melted and shaped like glass, and watched from a height of hundreds of meters.
Looking at the Burning Plains far below, at this height, the entire Burning Plains could vaguely fall into his eyes.
And what did Chief Blackstone see?
He saw an entire silent legion, black, with the banner of Broken Blade, quietly arrayed on the ground below the Black Stone Tower, those death knights on war horses, those silent skeleton infantry, and those
The huge thing standing on the ground, and the black tide spreading to the end of his sight made him feel dizzy.
Red swallowed hard. He raised his head and looked at the sky. In the boundless sky, the arakkoa he had seen in Draenor when he was a child were flapping their wings and covering the sky. How many arakkoa were there? Fifty thousand.
?One hundred thousand? Or more?
Although he had imagined the scene he would face before the war with the undead, until now, after witnessing the forces his father was loyal to, Red still felt ashamed of his poor imagination... and
At the same time, a strange emotion also arose in his heart.
Ashamed? Fearful?
No, neither!
"It's really overestimating one's abilities..."
Red murmured to himself, he thought he could resist such power. A few minutes ago, he thought he could defeat the undead in one fell swoop and impress his old father, but now, he saw it.
This power that can make the world tremble...he saw it.
Reid stood on the edge of the completely broken mountain like a sluggish patient. He watched the undead below calibrating the muzzles again. When the focusing mirrors above the weird cannons were opened again, the sky
There seemed to be dozens of pale golden light pillars connecting the sky and the earth. The crystals on the tops of the cannons were shining with dazzling light. The chief knew that they were about to attack again.
The undead didn't even think about fighting the orcs in a positional battle. They wanted to use this cruel and spectacular method to directly destroy the entire Black Rock Tower.
"Buzz buzz"
The golden light once again enveloped Red. Blackhand's vision, forcing him to close his eyes. Even so, the scorching light like the sun still made his glasses rise, and the scorching sense made Red give up.
He couldn't resist such an attack, and he was even prepared to die in battle. But after more than ten seconds, when the temperature returned to normal again, he opened his eyes, but only saw the falling liquid in front of him.
Mountain rocks.
Reid suddenly raised his head and looked at the swaying cave above. At the top of the Black Stone Tower, that is where the black dragons live...
"Black dragon, that is their real goal... They don't take the orcs seriously at all..."
A feeling of humiliation arose in Reid's heart. He tightened his grip on the wooden stick that was beginning to weather in his hand. The chief gritted his teeth and ran staggeringly through the earthquake-like tunnel. He was still unwilling to fail.
He still wants to make a last ditch effort.
At the same time, in the Blackstone Tower, which was filled with chaos and fear, the silent death beam made the orcs attacked from both sides. After realizing that the other side of the fortress suffered a terrible attack, the orcs guarding the front line became disheartened.
In panic, at this fatal moment, the dwarf undead launched an attack again, and this time, they used the dwarves' housekeeping skills.
artillery!
Hundreds of cannons on carts were pushed out of Shadowforge City, and the Necromancer gunners arranged them on the outside of the large circular staircase below the Blackstone Tower, as well as the renovated steel and stone puppets.
They also appeared in the undead army formation. Seeing this scene, even the most courageous orcs realized that they had lost.
The madmen on the opposite side were not afraid that the internal shelling would cause the mountain to collapse and bury themselves in the ruins. However, the living orcs were afraid of this bad ending, so after the first round of shelling, they were overwhelmed by the pungent smell of gunpowder and the swaying rocks.
In the meantime, the orcs and trolls who were guarding the position dispersed.
The undead opened the passage to the Black Stone Tower with almost no effort. At this time, all order in the Black Stone Tower had collapsed.
"Bang"
The door leading to the black dragons' lair on the upper level of the Black Stone Tower was pushed open. Red, whose whole body was covered with terrible burns, rushed into the Black Wing Lair with the last warriors who were loyal to him. This was the name given to his palace by the Black Dragon Prince.
name.
And those black dragons and dragon people who were usually arrogant and unwilling to say a word to the orcs were also running in a hurry. The sun shone into the dark palace from between the stripped mountains. Reid turned his head and
I saw a huge dragon man with half of his body melted.
He recognizes it.
Razogar, the dragon general who is responsible for guarding the black dragon eggs, is grumpy and stupid and arrogant. Now it seems that this unlucky guy is very unlucky. In the silent attack just now, he was directly penetrated by the terrible sunlight rays.
body.
Under the silent fear, these proud dragons are no different from orcs. After seeing the weapons that can destroy their powerful bodies, dragons will also be afraid, because they will also bleed.
"Black Hand!"
A rough voice sounded in front of the orc chief. Reid raised his head and saw an adult black dragon flapping its wings and flying over quickly. This guy's huge body almost blocked the passage in front of him. It hovered in front of the orc chief.
In the low palace, it stared at the orcs in front of it with yellow snake eyes, and said loudly:
"Follow me, the prince wants to see you!"
Black Hand nodded silently, stepped forward quickly, and climbed behind the black dragon's back. His guards also wanted to follow, but were stopped by the black dragon.
"He's the only one! Everyone else, go back! Otherwise, I'll eat you!"
The rude black dragon abandoned the threat, turned around in the palace with difficulty, flapped its wings, and quickly swept towards the deepest part of the palace.
The Blackwing Lair is a mysterious place. One night three years ago, after Red Blackhand reached some agreement with the black dragon prince Nefarian who suddenly appeared, the palace that originally belonged to the Blackstone Chief was "
"Send" to Nefarian. In return, the black dragons will also give some experimental products to the orcs to use as war weapons.
For example, those dragon beasts that lack intelligence are the defective products of Nefarian's biological experiments. Dragon beasts, such seemingly twisted creatures, are actually inferior varieties hatched from dragon eggs. After hatching from unfertilized dragon eggs,
It is easy to grow into such a half-human, half-dragon creature, and only those dragon eggs that are truly produced by male and female mating can grow into real dragons.
The beast-like dragons and dragon beasts are born on the same principle, and in the dragon's social system, these defective products are all servants.
Black Hand rode on the back of the black dragon Filmor, flying quickly in the transformed palace. In the darkness, he could vaguely see some jars placed in the corners, filled with green liquid and some dead people.
The organs of the giant dragon, or directly the corpse of the young dragon, include not only the black dragon, but also the young dragons of other giant dragons.
This gloomy scene proves that the Black Dragon Prince who likes to "experiment" is actually not an easy character to deal with. In fact, at some times, Black Hand will feel that he is just a puppet. It is this mysterious and mysterious person who really controls Blackstone Tower.
His Majesty the mighty prince.
"Wow"
The black dragon Filmor let out a roar. In the light of transformation, it turned into a human with black hair and black eyes. Black Hand was thrown aside in embarrassment. In front of him, there was a simple throne, and the black dragon
Prince Nefarian was sitting there, and several other pure-blooded black dragon leaders were guarding him.
Blackhand got up from the ground and tried to make his expression look submissive.
"The undead really opened my eyes."
The magnetic voice sounded, and the Black Dragon Prince stood up from the throne. His current form was that of a noble human being, with perfectly combed hair stuck to the top of his head, and his eyes were as blazing as his father's.
Burning, his body is slender, wearing a gorgeous black robe, with a crown of flames on his head, and in his hand he holds a scepter inlaid with dark red gems, like a dragon's claw.
He is the son of Deathwing and the brother of the black dragon princess Onyxia. He is cruel, cunning, forbearing and scheming, and powerful. Therefore, after Deathwing mysteriously disappeared, he naturally became the king of all black dragons.
Nefarian walked beside Blackhand. He wiped the dust from the orc chief's arms with his own hands. He whispered:
"They used that weird sunlight weapon to destroy the lower level of Blackwing Lair, but the upper level was built on the top of Blackstone Mountain. There is no need to worry about them attacking here. It is safe here."
"But it won't always be safe, King of Blackstone..."
Red said this title against his will, and the King of Blackstone's compliment made Nefarian narrow his eyes:
"King of Blackstone? I like this title, but now is not the time to discuss this. The undead are coming fiercely, and they obviously want to occupy this place. In fact, Blackstone Mountain is just a dispensable palace for me, but the problem is,
Before leaving, I have some valuable items that need to be transferred...and I hope that the brave orc warriors can buy me some time."
Although his voice was gentle, the strength and coldness hidden inside made Chief Blackhand grit his teeth:
"We can't stop them, there are too many of them."
Black Hand's doubts seemed to have been considered by the Black Dragon Prince for a long time. He waved his finger and said to Black Hand:
"Of course I won't let you attack the army formation of the undead. I will provide you with a group of young dragons. With their help, you should be able to survive the initial attack... Don't worry, Mr. Chief, if necessary
When the time comes, I will ask my brave subordinates to help you."
After speaking, the prince turned around and waved:
"Go ahead and do what you should do, Chief. You are not willing to fail. I can feel it... I just hide for a period of time and look for opportunities to fight back. Don't worry, I have an excellent hiding place. Just
In Blackstone Tower, I will tell you that as long as you act quickly enough, the undead will never find you!"
Black Hand wanted to say something more, but seeing the black dragon leaders around him staring at him with dangerous eyes, the orc took a hard breath and finally turned around and left.
"Hmph, a coward who thinks he is a hero."
The black dragon Filmor watched the black hand disappear at the end of the hall with disdain. A hint of cunning flashed in his yellow snake eyes. He looked at his prince and asked in a low voice:
"So, what should we do? Your Highness?"
"well..."
Nefarian sat back on the throne and sighed with some disappointment. He looked at the platform of the palace. Above the sky, the Screamer Legion had begun to move towards the top of the Black Stone Tower. Soon, these arakkoa would come from
Sky launches a raid on Blackwing Lair.
"I originally wanted to realize my ideals here, but now it seems that Blackrock Tower is also a troubled place."
Nefarian rubbed his chin, and after a moment, he said to the other black dragon leaders:
"Let's go separately. Each person takes some clansmen and leaves from all directions to meet up in Stormwind City. I think that my proud sister will probably not refuse the request for help from the Prestor family. I heard that she is in
Stormwind has achieved a very noble status, which is good, and it's time for House Prestor to rise again."
A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Black Dragon Prince:
"It's time to serve the great Human Empire again. The Black Dragon Legion will return to the shadow of the Empire... The undead are coming in force, and no one knows what they want, so for this period of time, it is better for us to keep a low profile."
"Tell Malorak to activate all the defense systems of Black Wing Blood Circle, and let him contain those orcs and stay here when necessary. Hold on, the longer you hold on, the better... It's time to let the old immortal die
He dedicated his life to the glory of the Black Dragon Legion."
