The elves have a very long lifespan, and Creel looked at Vereesa with envy.
"Okay, I believe you."
"But I don't believe you." Vereesa asked, "I told you valuable information, can you take us out?"
"The time has not come yet." Creel lowered his head and thought for a moment: "At the moment of the final battle, you have to find a way to get the Demon's Soul, and then destroy it, and you will be free."
"I heard that the Demon Soul is indestructible." Vereesa didn't believe it.
"Nothing is indestructible." Krell said with a smile: "At the right time, it will be as fragile as a cake."
Seeing that Vereesa still refused to believe it, Creel picked up the exquisite sword on the table:
"This weapon belongs to you. It represents the sincerity of the employer."
Vereesa took the sword and stroked it carefully, and suddenly understood something.
"Sincerity is enough. Okay, let me tell you the conclusion first. Both the human form and the rotting dragon corpse are both red dragon queens."
"What are you talking about?" Luo Ning said unconvinced: "How could they all be the Red Dragon Queen?"
Creel's expression did not change: "Continue."
Vereesa smiled softly: "I have met the Red Dragon Queen in human form several times. When Ronin fought with Uther, I was by the side and saw the rotting dragon corpse with my own eyes."
After a pause, Veresa continued:
"The Windrunner family is derived from a prominent surname. An ancestor once served as Queen Azshara's palace clerk. Her duty was to organize ancient books and record the queen's words and deeds. Unfortunately, most of the historical materials were lost after the Earthfall. After arriving at Silvermoon City, only the remaining
The second half of the book is Dragon King Research written by the Queen herself.
Studying the notes, although we kept them carefully, the words on them became increasingly blurred, and finally disappeared altogether. No one could explain it. I remember one of the sentences was: The flames of the Red Dragon Queen have a dark aura, which is the abyss.
The power of the dragon maintains a balance with the power of the guardian dragon."
Luo Ning retorted again: "What does this mean? What is the power of the Abyss?"
Creel listened with interest and ignored Ronin: "Then what? What else did you find?"
Vereesa whispered: "The Red Dragon Queen in human form and the Rotten Dragon Corpse have one thing in common, the same pride, so they are both Red Dragon Queens."
"That's it. This proves nothing at all. It's just a joke." Luo Ning couldn't laugh or cry.
What Luo Ning couldn't understand was that Creel showed a satisfied smile:
"Elf, you have won the hope of survival. Remember what I said, as long as you cooperate, my master is willing to save you."
This time he used "master" instead of "employer".
Creel left, but Ronin still couldn't figure it out. Vereesa handed the sword to Ronin.
"I don't understand, what did you say?" Luo Ning took the sword in confusion.
Vereesa sighed:
"Don't think too much, think about how to get the Demon's Soul. I have a way. Just say that the Demon's Soul helps you meditate and can increase the success rate of Holy Word."
The deal between Nekros and Creel was successfully completed, and a long convoy drove into the fortress, unloading a large amount of war materials and transporting hundreds of dragon eggs.
The warm sunshine shone on Grim Batol, and Nekros's face was filled with a smile, but thinking about the lost dragon egg, his face felt painful.
Soon, the soldiers changed into new uniforms, holding shiny battle axes in their hands and wearing strong armor. Although it was not a product of the Ironforge dwarves, the quality was not bad at all.
Crossbows and catapults were ready, and Nekros sent out all the dragon knights, targeting the warchief Zuluhid.
Nekros knew the horror of the Rot Dragon, and now was not the time, so he decided to set an ambush on Zuluhid's return.
In order to prevent the Rotten Dragon's sneak attack, Tyranastrasz, the most powerful consort of the Red Dragon Queen, has prepared for battle and is dispatched with the team.
Luo Ning got the Demon Soul as he wished, and the thick scales tightly protected him on the dragon's chest.
Nekros rode a warg and urged the team to move forward. He had heard that Zuluhid's army was running out and only the supervising troops were left. The morale of the soldiers was very high.
Of course, Nekros would not think so. He knew that the Alliance supported Zuluhid and King Terenas of Lordaeron was close to the orcs.
Reinforcements might appear, but Nekros didn't dare to be careless at all, so he gritted his teeth and accepted Krell's deal.
Nekros thought of his dragon knight and looked up at the sky. Tyrana Strasz was hidden in a cloud. Unfortunately, he was too big and half of his dragon wings and long tail were exposed. This
The dragon whose head is comparable to Deathwing is his confidence.
As long as he wins, he will be the new chief of the Dragonmaw clan, and Nekros has already seen that the position of chief is beckoning to him.
Arriving at the predetermined location, Nekros commanded the orcs to build fortifications. Unless Zuluhid abandoned Grim Batol, they could only pass through here.
They didn't wait long, and saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance. Zuluhid's defeated troops finally arrived.
Looking from a distance, each of these soldiers was in a miserable state and very tired. Zuluhid, who was riding a warg, was so sleepy that he could not open his eyes.
Seeing someone stopping him, Zuluhid forced himself to open his eyes.
"Naikros, you are indeed waiting for me here. Do you think I will be unprepared?"
Zuluhid was exhausted, but his voice was still full of energy.
Nekros laughed: "Look at you poor guys, you can hardly stand up. The position of the great chief should also be changed."
The dragon knight was hovering in the sky, and other than Zuluhid's tired supervising troops, no other abnormalities were found.
Zuluhid snorted coldly: "Idiot, you probably don't know that there have been many wars in this land, and countless trolls were wiped out by humans."
Nekros was puzzled and didn't understand what Zuluhid meant.
"My warriors, rise and fight."
A harsh roar sounded in Nekros's ears, not like the roar of a living creature, but with a terrifying and permeating aura.
This sound did not come from the sky, but from the surrounding ground. The orcs panicked and became a mess.
Dust was flying and the nearby hills were shrouded in dust, and the corpses of a group of trolls emerged from the ground.
Nekros was horrified. The mountains and plains were filled with undead. The skeletons of these undead trolls were all intact, and they were waving all kinds of rusty weapons. It was obvious that Zuluhid had been prepared.
At the same time, a large group of skeleton dragons appeared in the sky, fighting with the dragon knights of Nekros.
The number of undead trolls was too great. They charged from the bottom of the mountain and fought into a group with the frightened orcs.
Nekros hurriedly ordered the soldiers to fight. The orcs had no experience in fighting the undead, so they had to build their confidence first.
"Charge with me."
Regardless of the disability in his legs, Nekros led his guards into the large group of skeletons.
Fortunately, the resurrected undead trolls are very weak and almost vulnerable, but they are better in numbers.
The orcs' confidence increased greatly and they quickly stabilized the battle line. However, the dragon knights in the sky kept screaming, and they were no match for the skeleton dragon.
"Tyranastrasz, I need your help." Nekros shouted anxiously.