Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 57 56. The Dragon Slayer (Part 1)

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The griffin carrying Boo Laike flew into the range of the Alterac Mountains in the dark, and the biting cold wind rushed towards him, making the little murloc shiver from the cold, and croaked to hide in Boo Laike's clothes.

Griffons are creatures that resemble a cross between a giant eagle and a lion.

The front body is an eagle with wide and warm feathers, and the back half is a lion with smooth mane, which is very comfortable to hug.

This fantasy beast has a huge body and can carry three people riding together.

And they have excellent stamina, flying very fast, they are extremely brave, and they can even compete with dragons when they have an empty knight and an advantage in numbers.

In the mountains of the Hinterlands where the Wildhammer dwarves settled, there are dragons, which is also the habitat of griffins.

They make great mounts and comrades, feel confident about them at all times, and now, cloth Laike, wearing flight goggles, is looking high up in the air.

Soon, he saw a mass of red light appearing in the distance, motionless.

In a dense forest of snow mountains.

"There!"

The pirate patted the griffin's neck lightly, directing it to glide down there.

But the griffin seemed to smell the smell of the dragon. It became irritable and fell into the forest a few hundred meters away, so it was unwilling to move forward.

But that's okay.

Bu Laike jumped off the griffin, took out the flaming blade Sanksu from the magic bag, put it on his back, wrapped up the long hood, and walked quickly towards the large dense forest that was knocked down in front of him.

He soon found his purpose.

In this cold place, in a tangled cedar forest, on top of the thick snow, a huge animal was waiting to die.

Under the blow of Deathwing, the bronze young dragon, which was already on the verge of death, was being infected by the strange power contained in the shattered stone, lying there.

Constantly whimpering in pain.

The scales on its abdomen were torn apart, a large amount of dragon blood was spilled, and its mind was full of whispers from the abyss of void. Its soul was suffering more terrible injuries than its body.

It can't stand it anymore.

To make matters worse, the strange power that Deathwing injected into it cut off its connection with the timeline, and it could not even call for reinforcements.

I can only wait to die here alone and sadly.

It saw Bo Laike emerge from the shadows.

But it didn't have the energy to yell at him, or attack him, and the poor little dragon was almost done.

Do not.

What it will suffer is an ending more terrible than death.

All drakes have heard that sad story.

It is about how Neltharion, the once powerful guardian of the earth and the king of the black dragon, went mad under the temptation of the void and fell into the abyss of madness and despair in the battle of the ancients when the world collapsed 10,000 years ago.

It became the dreaded Deathwing.

And betrayed his compatriots, holding the evil artifact dragon soul, it took only a short time to tear apart the dragon's camp, and all the dragon army suffered heavy damage.

Including Black Dragon himself.

In that battle, the blue dragon army was almost wiped out by Deathwing himself.

Since then, the Black Dragon Legion has been infected with incurable madness from the source of their blood. In the past ten thousand years, the Black Dragon has been hunted and killed by other giant dragons, and now it is close to the verge of extinction.

And the depravity of the black dragons is exactly the situation Sefiel is facing now.

Deathwing gave it a "gift".

The void power escaping from the abyss is dragging it into an irreversible end.

"You are a bronze dragon, and the key points of your learning in the Cavern of Time are to make good use of time, predict the present danger in the future, and then avoid the possible disaster of death.

This world is too mysterious, and there are always some things that you cannot avoid. Just like I told you when we parted last time, the Bronze Dragon is very powerful.

But you are not invincible.

Dear Seifel.

You didn't get my point, you didn't learn the lesson. "

When this sad fate came, Safiel, who was already on the verge of death, heard the time residue in front of him and called it by name, and he was shocked.

In that terrible state full of whispers in his head, he became sober.

Lying on the ground, the young bronze dragon howled unceasingly, turned its huge snake-pupil dragon eyes, stared at Bu Laike, and asked with difficulty:

"How did you recognize me? In the past and in the future, I shouldn't have any intersection with you!"

"Really?"

Bu Laike stood ten meters away from the young dragon with a flaming blade in both hands. He shrugged, looked at Sefiel, who was in a terrible situation, shook his head, and said:

"This is the case, Sefiel, the first question you asked me was actually just this? How did the great figures of the Quicksand Scale teach you?

Ok.

If you really want to know, I'll tell you, maybe it's because I shouldn't have been there.

Like you said, I'm just a lowly time residue.

Just like your unique taste, like the future I see, look at this flashy moon-white dress, look at this slender body with white hair.

You are really a beautiful girl.

It's not low-key.

Perhaps, you should learn from your predecessor, my future friend Chromie, or use the more familiar name among you, Chromie.

A female dragon with a male name. "

Having said that, Bu Laike curled his lips and said like a spit:

"Of course, Ms. Chromie's low-keyness is also a kind of showing off in a sense. But anyone who has a little understanding of dwarf civilization knows that it is impossible for a priest, a profession that requires faith, to be born in that atheistic race.

She is probably the only dwarf dressed as a priest of the Holy Light in the entire Azeroth.

If you still survive and are lucky enough to meet her, tell her for me that I saved her in a certain timeline in the future, and rescued her from the desperate situation of being assassinated by eight different enemies at the same time Lovely life."

Bu Laike raised the blazing blade in his hand. The six super entries of this legendary weapon determine that it can become a dragon-slaying blade.

It can easily slice through the dragon scales of young dragons.

It can cut its hard bones and take its life.

Therefore, the pirate said maliciously:

"Of course, I doubt whether you can survive tonight."

"you"

The shock in Seifel's heart is beyond words.

But it's in really bad shape right now.

Under Bo Laike's gaze, the baby dragon raised its head, and supported by its slender neck, it whimpered in pain like a dying beast.

The wound on its abdomen has shown signs of voiding.

Strange shadow tentacles are being summoned from the abyss, and they are attached to its wounds. They are the purest shadows of the void, and they are infecting Sefiel from the soul level.

Once the soul is tainted, its dragon body is quickly infected by the void into an abomination.

Tentacles of flesh and blood are just the beginning.

Then there are eyeballs growing everywhere, covered with abscesses and blood, deformed and disgusting.

"Then kill me!"

Sefiel whimpered in pain, its slender neck could no longer support its big head, just like a collapsing mountain peak, it slammed into Laike's eyes, splashing dust in the ground vibration.

It obviously knows everything it will encounter next.

It said hard and hard:

"The weapon in your hand can break my dragon scales, kill my fate, kill me! My future and past are collapsing, and I am being expelled from the time network by the void.

I will be polluted.

I will be its weapon against my fellow men!

Don't make me a monster like it!

After killing me, go to Kalimdor, go to the Caverns of Time, go to Dragonblight in Northrend, go to Wyrmrest Temple, and bring the news of Deathwing's appearance to Quicksandscale!

Bring the four dragon kings!

It is protected by an evil artifact of Deathwing's own making, and the bronze dragon cannot track it in time. My people do not know that Deathwing has returned to this world.

must

They must be warned! "

Bo Laike tilted his head.

He seriously suspected that the young dragon in front of him had been tortured madly, and would beg for his help at this time, but he saw an undisguised pleading in the huge snake pupils.

He also saw how the strange void swallowed the real thing.

Those purple-black shadows constantly shining around Sefiel's body are like void tentacles wrapped in dim starlight. Every time I see them, Bu Laike will have a whisper in his heart.

He has had this experience.

He had heard the same voice when he came into contact with the tainted Eye of Phra Reiss.

"It's a pity that orc warlocks are playing with powers they don't understand! A schemer like Gul'dan doesn't know that in his shadow, the all-pervasive void has taken root."

Boo Laike took a step forward.

He grabbed the heavy flame blade Sankesu with both hands, and the black frosted blade was pressed against Sefiel's slender and huge neck. He watched the young dragon in front of him close his eyes.

It seems to be preparing for the arrival of death.

In the current situation, Bo Laike killed it, definitely giving it relief.

"How desperate do you have to be to pray for a 'time residue' to help you?"

The pirate sliced ​​the legendary blade into Sefiel's neck.

He turned his wrist, and the tough dragon scale seemed to be nothing under the blade, Sefiel gave up resistance again, a little bit of force from Laike, a large stream of scorching dragon blood flowed out.

But the young dragon could no longer feel the pain.

Its soul is tainted by the void.

It has been numb.

"Deathwing probably sees you as a test subject for some kind of forbidden creation. Their family has a tradition of doing 'biological experiments'.

Soon there will be black dragons coming for you.

Even when you die, they turn your corpse into a most pathetic creation.

But I'd love to be a dragon slayer.

Your death will also become my strength. As for your prayer, I am not crazy yet, but if it makes you feel relieved, I will tell you.

Deathwing has no intention of doing any harm to you dragons right now.

Lord Daval is having fun 'playing games' in the human kingdom.

Ants like us shouldn't disturb the interest of that dangerous person. "

Holding the legendary blade, the pirate climbed a hill, grasped the handle, and cut upwards. More dragon blood was spilled, the dragon scales were broken, and the pale keel was exposed in the blood.

Sefiel let out a numb whimper, it felt that death was approaching.

But it still didn't resist.

It's just that the vitality of a strange creature like a giant dragon is too strong. Under the current situation, it is difficult for Bu Laike to kill it quickly.

He looked at the legendary blade stained with scorching dragon blood in his hand, and then gestured to the size of Sefiel's head.

Even if the knife was stabbed directly into Seifel's eyes, it would probably be difficult to touch and destroy its brain.

The huge bodies of these dragons are, in a sense, the best defense. Human weapons are like toothpicks to them.

"That does not work!"

The pirate cut a few more dragon scales, shook his head and pulled out the legendary blade, kicked Sefiel's dragon horn, and said:

"At this point in time, the descendants of Deathwing are also active in the Alterac Mountains. If it continues, they will come over. If you want to be free, you have to do it yourself!

But I can help you in one way, poor man. "

"Ok?"

Tormented by the void, the young bronze dragon, who was almost unconscious, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw the pirate take out another thing from his luggage.

A lantern with a pale light.

"Hell Lamp"

The dim light in Seifel's eyes suddenly brightened, but soon fell into despair again.

It said with difficulty:

"I refuse! It's easier for me to fall into the void than to fall into the hands of that lunatic Hela. Anyway, it's eternal torture."

"What good things are you thinking of? You are so innocent that you are a little cute and pitiful little stupid dragon."

Bu Laike brought the soul lamp close to Sefiel's wound, and he said faintly:

"I said, can you refuse?"

(end of this chapter)