Azeroth Trail of Light

"boom!"

The door of the room was pushed open roughly, and the door hit the wall, making a dull crashing sound.

This awakened Dick, who was still asleep, the paladin rubbed his eyes, opened the quilt, and saw the black dragon prince with a gloomy face sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.

"Ah, Mr. Nefarian, is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow?"

Dick sat up from the bed in disgust, grabbed the pipe next to the bed, put it in his mouth, muttered a spell, and the mellow smoke rose in the whole room.

Dick's face was blurred in the smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The Black Dragon Prince was not angry because of Dick's rudeness, his two yellow snake pupils stared closely at Dick's body and eyes, as if he was looking for something, after ten seconds, he gave up this basic Useless strategy, straight to the point,

"Tonight, a mob attacked my palace! My laboratory was messed up and my loyal servants were killed. I am very angry! Really...really... very angry!"

Nefarian's voice obviously contained some kind of magical power. When the sound entered Dick's ears, his memory began to scroll rapidly, but with Anveena's coquettish shout, Dick's chaotic eyes immediately froze. Stopping, he took a step back vigilantly, grabbed the cane beside the bed, and blocked it in front of his body.

"What are you doing! Mr. Nefarian! This is not the behavior of a gentleman!"

Ignoring Dick's vigilance, Nefarian stretched out a finger, and in the black shimmering light, that finger quickly turned into a ferocious dragon claw with long nails. The black light emerging from the top was like a black line, sliding back and forth on Dick's walking stick in front of him.

Just 5 seconds later, the cane in Dick's hand turned into a pile of sawdust.

"Hehe, maybe my friendly attitude made you mistake something!"

The Black Dragon Prince leaned forward, and retracted his claws, like a male wolf ready to hunt, his eyes were full of cruelty,

"I've never been a gentleman! I'm the king of the Black Stone! No one can live happily after doing something that I don't like..."

This voice with substantial killing intent was like a cold blade, sticking to Dick's neck, but the paladin was no longer the rookie who had never seen the world before, Nefarian's killing intent No matter how strong it is, is it better than the two oncoming finger of death?

He smiled and responded with a more mocking voice,

"The great Mr. Black Stone King, when are you going to kill your father? I heard that he has done a lot of things that dissatisfy you!"

"..."

Nefarian felt that he could no longer utter the imposing words that followed, he snorted coldly, stood up in a huff, and said coldly,

"I informed you that you are going to "move", Mr. Dick, the messenger of the Twilight Prophet is already on the way, I hope you can still maintain a good mood when you get there!"

The black dragon prince gritted his teeth, with a malicious smile on his face, "Oh, please allow me to reveal a little secret about the big man, that prophet doesn't like a glib guy like you, so I can only wish you good luck, friend!"

Dick's face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He knew that there would be such a day, but like a death row prisoner locked in a death row cage, no one wanted this day to come, and at this moment, from The black dragon prince's face was full of malice, and Dick knew why this guy treated him so well!

All his humble, courteous manners are a pretense! He made Dick feel comfortable, he felt free, he gave him the illusion that he could escape, he gave him hope!

Then when everything was ready, take away everything he gave with his own hands!

This damn guy, he just wanted to see the despair on Dick's face!

But it's a pity that he didn't see that despair! All he saw was Dick's cold face.

And when the two were silently confronting each other, a dragonman hurried over, bowed and said something to Nefarian, and then Dick saw that the face of the Black Dragon Prince quickly turned rosy again He stood up, looking as if he had heard some good news.

The expression over there, the kind of smile that looked like a white mouse, made Dick aware that something bad might be happening!

Nefarian rubbed his hands excitedly, and then whispered something to the dragon man who sent the order. The dragon man took the order and went away. Nefarian squinted his eyes and glanced at Dick. For a moment, then A kind of personable temperament returned to him.

"The messenger of the Twilight Prophet will arrive here the day after tomorrow, so this will be the last day we spend together. I decided to hold a banquet for you! My knight friends, don't care about the attitude of those idiots before, please be sure to use a Come to the farewell dinner tomorrow night in a happy state of mind!"

The Black Dragon Prince opened the door, and even reminded him intimately,

"Go to bed early, Mr. Dick! I promise, tomorrow's banquet will definitely be something you will never forget!"

Nefarian left, but Dick had completely lost his sleepiness. No matter what the reason was for Nefarian's sudden change of attitude, it would definitely not be a good thing for Dick!

The support from the red dragons does not know when they will come. In this cold building, Dick is truly alone, and he can only rely on himself!

He couldn't help touching the rucksack around his waist. Thankfully, the pride of the Black Dragon Prince prevented him from taking Dick's rucksack. The "Doctrine of the Holy Light" and the piece in it were mixed with the essence of the red dragon. The red spar, that is probably his last hope!

"High-ranking lord..."

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Most of the time, time seems to be indifferent to the world, so peaceful, so harmless to humans and animals.

But when waiting for bad luck to come, time is so cruel, you know that some bad things will happen, but you can't change the trajectory of these things.

They are still destined to happen!

It was not the first time for Dick, who had changed too many things, to feel this kind of coldness, but this was definitely the most difficult time for him.

The "Doctrine of the Holy Light" in his hand was almost torn apart. On the title page, the phrase "The Holy Light is with us!" Dick read it countless times, but even Dick, who was always in a good mood, In the face of today's almost unsolvable situation, for the first time in his life, his claws went numb.

Even at the moment when he faced Archimonde, he was not as full of distracting thoughts as he is now, and even had a trace of fear about something that was about to happen in the future.

Until the black dragon in human form, the pure-blooded black dragon Filmer guarding the dragon wing hall, walked into Dick's room with a gloomy face and invited him to the "dinner party", Dick was still in a bad mood, and he wore a black dragon The black dress specially sent by the prince, holding his cane, followed Filmer out of the room.

But it wasn't until he walked forward for nearly 10 minutes that Dick recovered from his chaotic thoughts. He looked around and immediately realized that the two of them had walked out of Blackwing's lair and were walking between Blackwing and Blackwing. In the Blackrock Spire connected to the Nest!

When the surrounding Blackstone orcs saw Filmer appearing, they stood obediently by the side of the road. All the orcs looked at Dick with complex emotions, which were fear, obedience, and Hate!

Can't hide the hatred!

Reminiscent of the style of the black dragons, Dick is not at all surprised by the emergence of this kind of hatred. Since Deathwing fell in the battle of the dragon, he was infected with "chaos" because of his blood. The black dragon quickly degenerated from a noble creature to a group of crazy monsters. Wherever they go, they are often in the red land.

However, thanks to the hostility and expulsion of other giant dragons, the current life of the black dragon is actually not very easy.

This is in the Burning Plain where no one cares about them. If the black dragon really controls the Stormwind Kingdom, once the matter is revealed, the other four-color giant dragons will not let them do so freely. The guardians below will not jump out to interfere with the world unless they encounter a major event.

They will not allow their fallen kind to interfere with this world they guard!

Dick didn't care at all about what happened to the Blackrock orcs. He only had one thing on his mind right now!

Blackstone Tower, where the Blackstone orcs live, also has an arena, but it is far inferior to the Great Colosseum of the Black Iron Dwarves in terms of popularity and size. Arms began to tremble.

A guess that made him unable to suppress his inner anger took shape in Dick's mind.

I wish it wasn't...

When he actually came to Nefarian who was sitting on the top of the arena with great interest, he saw the tall black-skinned orc in armor and holding a blood-red saber standing next to the King of Black Stone, and he looked at him again. An empty arena.

Dick's fist clenched tightly.

"Ah, my dear knight friend, you are finally here! Redd and I have been waiting for you for a long time! Come on, sit down, in order to prepare this "farewell banquet" for you, Redd has lost more than 240 people Elite veteran, I also lost a dozen loyal servants, but it was worth it!"

Nefarian was in high spirits. He was wearing a black robe, gloves, and a black velvet ribbon around his body. His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his well-trimmed eyebrows were raised. He waved his cane, He waved his hand towards Chief Blackstone,

"Okay, Red, let the other "guests" come in too! Don't keep our distinguished guest waiting too long!"

"The banquet, let's begin!"

Finally, the King of Blackstone stood up from his throne and opened his hands like a truly proud king. With Nefarian's high voice, the iron railings of the arena were pulled up, and a heavy The tall warrior with the shield stepped into the arena with his first steps.

Then there was a blond female mage wearing a white robe, a blue hood, and holding a strange staff, and a high elf wearing silver armor, holding a green one-handed sword shining with holy light, and a black magician holding a black sword. A cat, a druid with a sickle and staff on his back, a young night elf in green leather armor with one hand resting on the hilt.

The last one is covered in black robes, and is leaning on a green sickle carved from a skull. This is a warlock, and he is also in the best condition among the six, but at such a level, judging from his slightly trembling hands It can be seen that this guy is also very tired.

The scars and bloodstains on their bodies, as well as their undisguised exhaustion, all indicated that they had fought for a long time. When they saw the scene around the arena, these six people could not restrain themselves from raising their weapons.

They don't yet know what they are facing.

At this moment, Dick's hand suddenly tightened!