The crisp bowstring buzzed in the air, and the white bone arrows with sharp barbs, blessed by the energy of death, broke through the air like rockets, whistling and piercing the abdomen of a young dragon. The black dragon let out a cry of pain.
With a roar, its flight stumbled, and after slowing down, it was quickly entangled by the death crow people roaring around it.
The arakkoa waved their sharp wing blades, passing over the behemoth's body like a violent wind. Each slash might only peel off a scale, but there were too many arakkoa to hold it back, like a gathering of dark storms.
As the young dragon screamed, blood and scales peeled off crazily. After the dark storm dissipated, the lifeless young dragon fell powerlessly to the ground, where the undead were collecting the fallen corpse.
The black dragon prince Nefarian inherited most of the power of the black dragon legion from Deathwing. The number of adult black dragons who submitted to him is about 120, and the number of young dragons reaches hundreds. This is a huge force.
It can even destroy a majestic human city in a short period of time, but the strength of the power is in contrast to each other. Facing the screamers that are all over the sky of the Burning Plain at this time, the black dragons who are pouring out have no doubt.
Falling at a disadvantage.
Therefore, they did not choose to confront the difficult arakkoa and ravens, but tried to break out as quickly as possible.
This is a very smart strategy. Breaking through from four directions, no matter how powerful the undead's aerial power is, they cannot completely trap these beings at the top of Azeroth's biological chain.
But the unfortunate news is that... under Tyrion's instructions, all the death lords and blood lords were invited to participate in this black dragon "battle royale" as hunters.
Naturally, their target cannot be a weak young dragon. For these powerful undead creatures, they need to use their own weapons to win a mount worthy of their status in this battle royale.
It is not only a symbol of status, but also a hidden competition within the knights. No one wants to be at a disadvantage in this competition. Therefore, the targets they choose for hunting are all powerful black dragon leaders.
"Myra! Myra, damn it, you useless man, come on! I've got a big guy!"
Luminas's roar sounded in the blood lord's heart. It seemed that the mad woman had found her favorite prey and was calling him to hunt with her. The blood lord Myra Dawn Blade looked hesitantly at the end in front of her.
The adult black dragon has been drained of one-third of its dragon blood and its flying speed has slowed to an extreme. The horns of the black dragon in front of him are in line with Myra's aesthetics. He doesn't care much about the strength of the mount.
"Oh, woman, it's really troublesome."
Myra sighed. Behind the Death Raven, the Blood Lord's body quickly turned into vampire bats flying all over the sky. Like a dark and roaring storm, it quickly caught up with the howling adult black dragon in front of Luminas.
Under the pressure of the vampire bat, Myra no longer held back her hand. The hot dragon blood was like open spring water, spraying out of the body crazily under the bite of the vampire bat. In less than a minute, the adult black dragon was in extreme pain.
He took his last breath.
"Keep it well, every dragon scale must be found."
Myra appeared on the ground and ordered the high-ranking knight who collected the dragon corpse:
"I want to make it the first blood dragon in this world!"
After finishing his instructions, the Blood Lord's figure once again dispersed into a black bat storm. He asked in the spiritual link:
"My baby, where are you? I'm here to help you."
The next moment, Luminas' voice full of bad luck and anger rang out angrily:
"Don't come over here. The prey was snatched away by that naughty hooves of Yrel and her banshee concubine. It's all your fault. You useless man is not as useful as a despicable banshee!"
Myra, who had suffered a terrible disaster, turned her head in pain, and then she saw a sneaky adult black dragon flying to the southeast. It could be seen from the black dragon's wide and ferocious horns that this guy was definitely a
The leader of the black dragon, Myra's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly called out to her paranoid wife.
"Come to me quickly, Lumi. I have found a lone elite black dragon. You will definitely be interested in it. Moreover, its horns are very bright and dazzling, just like a crown. You will definitely like it.
!”
"Ah, I take back what I said before. You are still of some use as a man. Just wait for me. I'll be here soon."
Lumi's voice was filled with excitement and joy again, while Myra looked at the cunning black dragon with pity:
"I'm sorry, brother, just sacrifice yourself for my happiness."
On the other side, Grokush walked out of the Black Stone Tower with blood all over his body. He looked up and saw Saurfang, who was leaning on the side drinking wine alone. This death lord had no interest in this hunt. In fact,
Saurfang, the lonely lord, seems to have no interest in anything. He is like a cold robot, accepting orders and executing them.
Among the entire knights, only Grokush, who was also an orc, could talk to him for a few words, but there was no deep friendship between the two of them.
"You're angry, I can feel it."
Saurfang turned to look at Grokush with his blue eyes, and asked in a hollow voice:
"What's going on?"
Grokush threw the bloody battle ax aside, picked up the wine on the side, and let the tasteless liquid flow into his mouth. He wiped his mouth and whispered:
"It's Red and Maimu... I'm very disappointed. That kid said he wanted to shoulder the mission of the chief, but in the end he ended up hanging out with the black dragons, like a puppet. This is how the descendants of the Black Hand family turned out.
"
"Children just want to make some achievements to make you look at them. This is the tradition of the orcs, just like us back then."
Saurfang snorted and turned to look at the scorching battlefield in the sky. Every minute and every second, downed arakkoa or young dragons fell from the sky. On the ground, the undead had begun to fall from the sky.
Attacking the Blackstone Tower through the breach opened, this war has just begun, but in the eyes of experienced commanders, it is already over.
The panicked orcs could not stop the double-sided attack of the dwarf army and the undead army. Their defeat was only a matter of time.
"But even now, he is still stubborn and unwilling to bow his head. This kind of stubbornness and courage to fight to the death make me proud, but..."
A trace of worry flashed in Grokush's green eyes: "But does he really think Tyrion will let him go? Without Alleria here, who can make him show kindness?"
"Tyrion has given you enough face."
Saurfang shook his head: "Our 'Majesty' is a very keen ruler. He knows how to unite everyone. As long as Red doesn't mess around, it's not a big problem to save a life."
"I hope so."
Grokush didn't want to talk about this issue anymore. He looked up at the black dragons trapped in the sky. He found a suitable outlet for his anger. The Death Lord summoned a death raven. He grabbed the axe,
Say to Saurfang:
"I'm going to kill a few black dragons. These stupid creatures dare to threaten the descendants of the Black Hand. Do you want to come?"
"I have no interest in this kind of killing. I have killed enough people."
Saurfang waved his hand and summoned his death raven. He poured the last sip of wine into his mouth and said to Grokush:
"But if it's revenge for the children, I'm willing to warm up... I also have children, and I don't know how Delanoche is doing now."
"It is said that the child is now living in the palace of Alterac. As the proton of the new tribe, humans will not take the initiative to harm them as long as their brains are sound. Safety is guaranteed, but losing freedom is also a pain."
When Saurfang heard this, he silently pulled up the reins. When the death raven soared into the sky, he said in a deep voice:
"So we will fight, at all costs...I will personally set him free, and then let the humans who imprison him feel my anger!"
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There is no safe place in the scorched sky.
The Death Crow people will not be afraid of the majesty of the dragon. Their huge numerical advantage forces the proud black dragon to try every means to escape from the sky. Some black dragons who are unwilling to escape use their scorching dragon breath to clear the sky. Every breath can burn
Hundreds of arakkoa were killed, but it was useless. Those missing spaces would soon be filled by the arakkoa.
The price of staying in the sky and resisting is that the surrounding space, up and down, left and right, is surrounded by gloomy undead. Those wing blades with death runes attached to them pierce the solid skin, and thousands of sharp blades are intertwined.
On the dragon scales, it's like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
But in the successive breakouts, many adult black dragons still escaped from the death trap of the Burning Plains, including the cunning Black Dragon Prince. The bloodline Nefarian inherited from Deathwing is very good, and the violent power is in its veins.
It flows, making it stronger and more powerful than other adult black dragons, and even the dragon horns on its head are more majestic.
They are staggered dragon horns distributed on both sides of the head. They are very symmetrical in size and are carefully maintained. There is also a dragon horn pointing to the sky at the top of the head, like a bone crown, making Nefarian's dragon
The form is full of the majesty of a king, but compared with his father's domineering dragon form, Nefarian's body has a bit more haze and less domineering, which also makes many powerful old black dragons refuse to surrender to him.
They think Nefarian is just a random brat, and they have become accustomed to hiding in the shadows and have no interest in Nefarian's ambitious struggle for hegemony.
Before breaking out, Nefarian noticed the death lords searching in the sky. With its cunning mind, it could easily discover the purpose of these death lords. Therefore, it used dark magic to change its body.
, making his huge body thin and ugly, thus escaping the death lords who were looking for beautiful mounts.
The Black Dragon Prince is not afraid of those death lords. Its power is stronger than a single death lord, but it knows the advantages of hiding. The death gronn on the Burning Plains gave him a great shock. It can
I vaguely guessed that once those giant beasts that are also at the top of the food chain join in the hunt for the black dragon, the situation will only get worse.
"Phew, finally, freedom is at hand."
After flying far over the Burning Plains and the foggy Headwind Trail, Nefarian saw the peak of Redridge Mountain. He knew that it was very close to Stormwind City. It might only take ten minutes to see it.
It’s time for my younger sister who lives incognito and thrives in the human world.
"Onyxia, I really look forward to your expression when you see me."
A strange look flashed across Nefarian's eyes. He regarded his sister as a threat, but now, he felt that his sister was the really smart guy.
"Quack"
At the moment Nefarian climbed over the highest peak of Redridge Mountain, a huge death raven suddenly rushed out from between the rocks hidden below. The huge raven with eyes shining with cold expression opened its strong beak, and accompanied by
With the sound and the vibration of the air, the Death Raven's special sound attack hit Nefarian's body.
The harsh sound made Nefarian's eardrums hurt. It flapped its wings and floated in the sky. Looking at the undead creature decorated with gold pendants and with steel blades wrapped around its claws, a flash of light flashed in its eyes.
A hint of provoked anger.
"roar"
The scorching dragon's breath spurted out from the mouth of Nefarian, who was no longer hiding, like a rain of fire falling from the sky, hitting the huge raven that rushed up, but the latter nimbly dodged it. This kind of death raven Nefarian
Li An had never seen it before, but this did not prevent the Black Dragon Prince from feeling the threat of this raven. It was larger and more ferocious than the ravens above the Burning Plains.
"Click"
The strong and powerful wings of the Black Dragon Prince slapped the raven's head hard, but the latter's sharp claws also tore the scales of the Black Dragon Prince with great force. With an angry roar, the two behemoths fell on the Redridge Mountains.
A desperate struggle began in the clouds at the top.
After several minutes, Nefarian used strange dragon language magic to imprison the Death Raven in the air, then used his sharp claws to tear off its wings, and watched the unbalanced death beast hit the ground in victory.
The black dragon prince let out a triumphant roar. He took a deep breath, and the next moment, the hotter dragon breath hit the death raven struggling on the ground.
"Die! Burn to ashes! You bastard!"
But after the flames dissipated, the Black Dragon Prince discovered that the ferocious raven had not been killed. On the contrary, it was protected by a giant, dark green magic shield, and beside it stood a
A high elf wearing black armor, holding a moon-shaped sword in his hand.
Tyrion raised his head and looked at the black dragon prince hanging in the sky, a trace of anger flashed in his ice-blue eyes.
"Stupid guy, I just left for a moment, and you injured my favorite mount... Very good, then use yourself to pay the debt!"
