Watching Black Horn leave, Countess Presto, who was standing aside without speaking, looked at her father's back and suddenly asked:
"Did the demons really give you freedom?"
"No."
Neltharion moved his fingers and said calmly to his daughter:
"They gave me a new yoke."
"boom"
The dark green evil fire rose from Neltharion's feet, submerging the elegant middle-aged man bit by bit. In the curtain of flames, he turned his head and looked at himself with his black eyes.
As his daughter, he showed a smile, but it didn't seem friendly, but rather unexpectedly cold:
"It's a pity that if it's just a fraud, that arrogant guy can't control me... I am trapped by a higher power, Onyxia, just pretend that I have never come back, and continue to do what you should do...
.But, my daughter..."
"I won't hurt you anymore..."
"Shua"
The scorching evil fire quietly dissipated at this moment, and Neltharion's figure disappeared with it. Looking at the source of her bloodline and her father disappearing in the flames, the Black Dragon Princess subconsciously touched her cold body.
The back of her hand, until now, she still thought it was just a dream.
But no!
Countess Catalina put her finger on her heart. She could feel her heartbeat and the blood of the black dragon flowing in the blood vessels of that perfect body, the blood that had become pure again.
All the black dragons born after the War of the Ancients were given the bloodline of Chaos Void because of Deathwing's corruption. This made the entire black dragon clan go crazy, but the source of the corruption was Deathwing's madness.
, that is not a hidden blood disease that cannot be eliminated. In fact, at this moment, when Neltharion himself awakens from the madness bestowed by the ancient gods, the void chaos remaining in the black dragon's bloodline is also rapidly changing.
dissipate.
As the most direct bloodline of the Black Dragon King, the depraved aura in Countess Katarina's bloodline has completely disappeared... The hungry and crazy calling in her heart has been silenced. She knows...
She is free, completely free from body to soul...
And this freedom was brought back by her most feared father...
Even though Neltharion repeatedly emphasized that he would never hurt his own kind again, she did not dare to truly believe these words under the power he had accumulated for thousands of years. But it didn't matter, time... time would eventually prove the truth of those promises.
Fake.
The best thing for the current Black Dragon Princess is that besides Neltharion, who has returned from the stars, she has another choice.
Countess Catalina took a few steps forward and threw her body into the soft sofa. She leaned there slantingly, poured herself a glass of cold wine, put the bright red liquid in front of her eyes, and looked at it.
Looking at the rainbow-like halo reflected by the light above her head in the refraction of the wine and glass, her eyes seemed to be attracted by that halo.
And at the moment when she finished the glass of wine, the graceful Countess murmured to herself:
"When nothing can be done...will you still help me?"
"My uncle Tyrion..."
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In the northeast outside the orc city of Orgrimmar, on the dock of Fist Blade Bay, a huge orc fleet is preparing to set sail.
After developing in Kalimdor for nearly ten years, the orcs also have their own fleet. Of course, in terms of the number of ships and combat effectiveness, this fleet cannot be compared with the invincible fleet of Kul Tiras, let alone
When it comes to fighting against the Dark Blade Dead Sea Fleet currently roaming the endless sea, even the armed battleships of the Goblin Consortium cannot compare.
It is not so much a strategic fleet as a troop carrier for the orc infantry. Of course, the orc leaders are also very aware of the true level of their navy, so they never want to let this fleet compete with other opponents on the sea.
Most of the time, this fleet is responsible for transportation and escort tasks. For example, right now, the Tauren Legion from Mulgore is boarding the battleship. They will sail all the way to the northeast and reach the highest point of the Broken Islands within 7 days.
Ridge Coast.
This was one of the reinforcements found in Kalimdor by the tauren of Highmountain Tribe.
Another support force, the night elves' army stationed in Silithus, will be transported by the elven fleet of Feathermoon Fortress.
"Bain, you have to be careful when fighting demons."
On the pier of Fist Blade Bay, several young people who came to see off were talking. Thrall, who was wearing a shaman robe, said solemnly to the tall tauren Bain in front of him:
"Those bastards are very cunning and capable of fighting. They usually have a numerical advantage, so don't take risks when you get to the battlefield, let alone try to be a hero! Returning safely is more important than anything else."
"We know you are here to help your girlfriend, but you have to remember!"
Garrosh, who was carrying a weapon, also helped:
"Only if you are alive can you marry that Meira. Once you die, there will be nothing. We won't be able to help you on the battlefield this time. You must protect yourself."
"If you really can't beat him, don't worry about your face."
The indifferent Dranosh handed Bain his cherished black source of battle ax, and he said to Bain:
"Run if you can. If you really can't... grit your teeth and kill those bastards! If you can't come back, we will definitely avenge you! Take it, Bain, I hope it can be used on the battlefield
to protect you."
Bain looked at the battle ax handed over by Dranosh. He shook his head and said angrily:
"I can't take this. This is what your father left for you."
"Take it!"
Dranosh put the black battle ax into Bain's hand, and he patted the tauren's strong arm:
"Judging from the current situation, you need it more than me. When you come back, you can give it back to me...bastard, you must come back alive!"
"Um"
Bain silently took the battle ax and carried it behind his back. He looked at his several orc brothers, and he laughed and said:
"Don't worry, I've never lost any battle I've fought."
"You go first, and we will continue to persuade the warchief. If things go well, when Azshara's Bloodring Clan withdraws, we will be able to detach a legion to go to Highmountain to support you."
The orc warlock Yolin, who had not seen him for a long time, looked around with dead eyes. Under the cold wind on the coast, he couldn't help tightening his clothes. The orc warlock had a black eyepatch on his left eye, which was blood.
According to the tradition of the Ring Clan, this shows that young Yolin has passed the Dead Eye Trial of the Blood Ring Chief. He sacrificed his left eye in exchange for some foresight of the future.
This also shows that Yolin has been recognized by the Blood Ring Clan. In the future, he will take over his father's hunting stick and become the chief of the Blood Ring Clan.
Yolin whispered to Baine:
"This is a secret, but you only need to persist for 1-2 months... As long as we eliminate the evil-blooded orcs in Ashenvale and Azshara, we will have a lot of confidence in convincing the warchief. After all, the tauren
You have become a true member of the tribe. Your strength also means the strength of the tribe. I believe that the chief will not just sit back and watch you fight alone in the High Mountains."
"Hold on! Do you understand? Bane."
Thrall also nodded and said to the tauren:
"No matter what others say, no matter what they force you to do, you must keep a clear mind, don't be misled by others, play defensive battle, hold on, we will go to help soon! Vol'jin is also trying to convince his father,
He doesn’t want you to sail to the battlefield alone. Anyway, wait for us to get there! Do you understand?”
"Yeah, I understand."
Bain flicked his tail. Behind him, the navigation bell of the Orc fleet was ringing, indicating that the time to set sail had arrived. Bain hugged his brothers tightly, then stepped on the plank and boarded the battleship.
The moment the orc-style mahogany warship slowly sailed away from the coast, Garrosh stood on the stones of the dock. He waved to Baine and shouted:
"We can win the war when we get there! Bain, wait for us!"
"I see!"
Young people say goodbye to each other in this way. In this bad era, when wars are everywhere, every time young people set foot on the battlefield, it means a separation of life and death. Life is not a legend, and heroes will not escape death again and again.
, there is no protagonist in life, anyone can die unexpectedly on the battlefield.
Life is more difficult than stories...much more difficult.
When Thrall and his party were bidding farewell to Bain, they did not know that among their entourage, there was a guy who did not belong to Orgrimmar City and had recorded all the words they had said to Bain.
heart.
They don't know that the demon's minions don't only exist on the battlefields of the distant Broken Isles.
The devil is actually always beside them.
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In the orcish city of Orgrimmar, there is a place similar to the slums of human cities. The orcs call it the "Dark Alley Area". It is a place where bastards of all religions and no respectability gather, and there are thieves.
There are some small-time murderers and some gang members who hang out in the orc city, which is also the base camp of the orc warlocks who worship demons.
Of course, under the current situation, most of the orc warlocks do not dare to resist the warchief's completely stable rule. Under the watchful eye of the warchief Orgrim, the orc warlocks stay "peacefully" in this city.
, occasionally some warlocks will be recruited by the orc army, but most of the time, they will hide in the great rift valley below the dark alley area, tinkering with dark things that are not expected to be seen.
In the deepest part of the Great Rift Valley, there is a place called the Raging Flame Rift. It is a very active underground fissure located under the entire city. Probably due to the activity of the earth's crust, there are many underground fissures there.
The oozing hot magma made the environment in that ghost place very bad. Even the most careless warlock would find it difficult to survive there.
But precisely because of that bad environment, many scum who resisted the rule of Warchief Orgrim were hiding there. They called themselves the Fireblade Warlocks, and they were a group of madmen who worshiped the Burning Legion crazily and wanted to destroy this orc city.
Their leader is Talagaman the Hungry, a low-level demon lord who is good at hiding. They have been entrenched here since the orcs established the city, and until now, they have not been completely eliminated.
But recently, this ghost place has a new leader, a mysterious woman, to be precise, a mysterious female devil.
"Buzz"
On the molten altar in the deepest part of the Raging Rift, with the placement of a soul stone, a strange demonic communicator was opened. Amidst the fluctuations of light and shadow, the slightly distorted voice of the deceiver was heard by the lava.
echoed in the illuminated secret room:
"My Akali, I don't remember that I gave you the permission to contact me..."
"The powerful fraudster..."
The tall and fiery Eredar female demon wearing red leather armor knelt on the ground and she replied softly:
"I have important news to report to you. The war situation in the Broken Islands is about to change. The orc tribe of Kalimdor is already preparing to intervene with force in the legion's operation to collect the Pillars of Creation. The first batch of Bloodhoofs to support Highmountain
The tauren army has already set off early this morning. They are 7,000 powerful warriors equipped with engineering weapons, and as far as I know, there is also an expeditionary army from the elves to join."
"Dear Kil'jaeden, it seems that those stupid Dreadlords have leaked some information, and the Legion's conspiracy has been discovered..."
A malicious light flashed in the lowered eyes of this demonic female assassin, and she continued to dramatize the bad battle situation with nine true and one false intelligence:
"Once Kalimdor's tribal forces have been reorganized, relying on the incompetent Nasrezim will not be able to retrieve the Pillar of Creation for the Dark Titan. My King of the Eredar, why are you still there?
Do you want to continue to rely on those incompetent fools? Leave this task to me, Lord Kil'jaeden, I have never let you down... I will not let you down this time either!"
Hearing the report from Akali, the most elite demon assassin in the Legion, the Deceiver who was far away from the stars was silent for a moment.
As the most cunning eredar king, Kil'jaeden knew exactly what the ambitious eredar demon lords under his command wanted. All eredar lords, including Akali, were unwilling to be left alone.
, especially after Archimonde died in the battle, the vacant supreme position made them bark like vicious dogs that smelled the scent of bones.
Kil'jaeden has never tired of this behavior of causing fire everywhere to prove the necessity of his existence, especially after receiving the news of King Jaraxxus's disastrous defeat on the Broken Shore. The fraudsters are fighting among themselves and are very ambitious.
The endurance of the eredar lords, who were jumping up and down but lacking in abilities, had reached the limit.
But it doesn't reprimand them...it's not that boring...
"Okay, Akali, I know you want to prove your ability, and I also know you want to use a hearty victory to prove that you are worthy of Archimonde's former position... But I can't just
Sending you to the Broken Islands to collect the Pillars of Creation is an order personally issued by the Dark Titan to the Dreadlords. However, if you really want to take care of King Sargeras, there is a job for you right now."
The fraudster's voice became deeper:
"Go to Shadow Castle, find Maronos and the cunning Bain Holler, and tell them that I don't want elves and orcs to interfere with the battlefield of the Broken Islands. The three of you have to come up with some way... to put the orcs away.
The hidden dangers with the elves have been completely resolved..."
"As long as you do well enough, Akali, I will give you the power you want... As everyone knows, I am a generous person."
