Azeroth’s Death Track

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The crisp bow string buzzed in the air, white, with a sharp barbed bone arrow under the blessing of death energy, breaking through the air like a rocket, whistling and stabbing into the belly of a young dragon, the black dragon sent out pain The roaring sound of its flight staggered, and after slowing down, it was soon entangled by the dead crows who roared around.

The crows wield their sharp wings and flew across the body of the behemoth like a gust of wind. Each slash may only peel off a scale, but the number of crows that can’t stand is too much, just like the gathering of dark storms, In the screams of the dragons, blood and scales were stripped frantically. After the dark storm dissipated, the dragon that had lost its life fell to the ground, where the dead bodies were gathering the dead bodies.

Prince Nefarian of the Black Dragon inherited most of the power of the Black Dragon Legion from the Death Wings. The number of adult black dragons attributed to it is about 120, and the number of young dragons reaches hundreds. This is a huge force. It is even possible to destroy a human city in a short time, but the strength of the strength is mutually contrasting. In front of the screamers who are all over the sky of the burning plain at this time, the black dragons that come out of the nest have no doubt. Falling downwind.

So they did not choose to fight against the difficult crows and ravens, but tried to break out at the fastest speed.

This is a very wise strategy. Breaking through from four directions, even if the air power of the undead are strong, they cannot completely trap the existence of the top of these Azeroth biological chains.

But the unfortunate news is that... Under Tyrion's indication, all the death lords and blood lords, as hunters, were invited to participate in this Black Dragon "Battle Royale".

And their target cannot naturally be a weak young dragon. For these powerful undead creatures, they need to use their own weapons to win themselves a mount that is worthy of identity in this battle. Not only is it a status symbol, but it is also a vague competition within the Knights. No one is willing to fall into this competition. Therefore, the hunting targets they choose are those powerful black dragon leaders.

"Myra! Myra, damn, you useless man, come on! I caught a big guy!"

The roar of Luminas sounded in the heart of the blood lord. The mad woman seemed to have found her favorite prey and was calling him to go hunting together. The blood lord Myra Dawnblade looked at him with some hesitation. The adult black dragon, which had been drained by a third of the dragon's blood and had a slow flight speed to the extreme, the dragon's horn in front of him was very consistent with Myra's aesthetic. He didn't care much about the strength of the mount.

"Alas, woman, it's really troublesome."

Myra sighed. Behind the death raven, the body of the blood lord quickly turned into a flying vampire bat, like a dark roaring storm, quickly catching up with the adult black dragon howling in front of him, in Luminas Under the persecution of Myra, Myra no longer keeps his hand. The burning dragon blood is like an open spring water. It spurts out of the body under the bite of a vampire bat. In less than 1 minute, this adult black dragon is in extreme pain. Swallowed the last breath.

"Keep it safe, every dragon scale must be retrieved."

Myra appeared on the ground and told the high-level knight who gathered the dragon corpses:

"I want to make it the first blood dragon in this world!"

After the command was completed, the blood lord's figure once again gathered into a black bat storm, he asked in the spiritual link:

"My baby, where are you? I'll help you."

At the next moment, Luminas's voice filled with anger and anger resounded angrily:

"Don't come over, the prey was snatched by Yrel's hoof hoof and her banshee's head. They all blame you. You useless man, no humble banshee is useful!"

Myra, who suffered the involuntary disaster, turned her head a bit painfully, and then saw a sneaky adult black dragon flying secretly to the southeast. From the big and brave dragon horn of the black dragon, you can see that this guy is definitely a head. The leader of the Black Dragon, Myra lit up, hurriedly summoned his paranoid wife.

"Come close to me, Lumi, I found an elite black dragon with a single order, you will definitely be interested in it, and its dragon horn is very bright and dazzling, like a crown, you will absolutely love it !"

"Ah, if I take back what I said before, you man is still useful. Waiting for me, I will come right away."

Lumi's voice was filled with delight and joy, and Myra looked at the cunning black dragon with pity:

"I'm sorry, brother, for my happiness, you sacrifice yourself."

On the other side, Glokus walked out of the Black Stone Tower with blood on his body, and when he looked up, he saw Sarufar drinking and drinking alone. The death lord was not interested in this hunting. In fact, The lonely lord of Saurfang seems to have no interest in everything. He is like a cold robot, accepting orders and executing orders.

In the entire Knights, only Glokush, who is also an orc, can say a few words to him, but there is no deep friendship between the two.

"You are angry, I can feel it."

Saurfang turned his head to look at Glokus with his blue eyes. He asked in a hollow voice:

"what happened?"

Glokus tossed the blood-stained battle axe to the side, picked up the wine on the side, and let the dull liquid flow into the mouth. He wiped his mouth and whispered:

"It was Reid and Mai... I was very disappointed. The child said that he would take on the mission of chieftain, but the result was to be mixed with the black dragons, just like a puppet. This is what the descendants of the black hands are like. "

"The children just want to make some achievements so that you can look squarely at them. This is the tradition of the orcs, just like we were back then."

Saurfang snorted and turned his head to look at the scorched battlefield in the sky. Every minute and every second, a shot down crow or dragon fell from the sky, and on the ground, the undead had already begun to be The blasting gap attacked the Blackrock Tower. The war had just begun, but in the eyes of the clever commander, it was over.

The panicked orcs couldn't stop the dwarf corps and the undead corps from attacking on both sides. Their defeat was only a matter of time.

"But even now, he is still stubbornly unwilling to bow his head. This stubborn stubbornness and courage to die makes me proud, but..."

There was a flash of worry in Glokus' green eyes: "But did he really think Tyrion would let him go? Without Aurelia here, who can make him kind?"

"Tyrian gives you enough face."

Saurfang shook his head: "Our "His Majesty" is a very keen ruler. He knows how to unite all people. As long as Reid doesn't play tricks, it's no problem to retrieve a life."

"hope so."

Glokus didn't want to talk about this issue again. He looked up at the black dragons trapped in the sky. He found a suitable vent for his anger. The death lord called a death raven. He grabbed the axe, To Saurfang:

"I'm going to slaughter some black dragons. These stupid creatures dare to coerce the descendants of the black hand. Are you coming?"

"I am not interested in this kind of killing. I have killed enough people."

Saurfang waved his hand and summoned his death raven. He poured the last bite of wine into his mouth and said to Glokush:

"But if it's revenge for the kids, I'm willing to warm up...I also have kids, and I don't know how Dranosh is now."

"It is said that the child is now living in Alterac's palace. As the proton of the new tribe, as long as the brain is okay, humans will not take the initiative to harm them. The safety is guaranteed, but the loss of freedom is also a pain."

When Saurfang heard this, he pulled up the reins silently, and when the raven of death rose into the sky, he said in a deep voice:

"So we will fight over and do everything at all... I will give him my own freedom, and then let those humans who imprison him feel my anger!"

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There is no place for safety in the anxious sky.

The people of Death Crow will not fear the majesty of the dragon. Their huge quantity advantage makes the proud black dragon have to do everything possible to escape from the sky. Some black dragons who do not want to escape clear the sky with a scorching dragon breath. Every breath can burn Hundreds of crows died, but they were completely useless. Those missing spaces will soon be refilled by the crows.

The price of staying in the sky is the surrounding space. Up and down, left and right, all surrounded by gloomy undead. The wing blades with death runes pierced the solid skin, and thousands of blades were staggered. On the dragon scale, it is like a thousand swords.

But in the ensuing breakthrough, there are still many adult black dragons escaped the death trap of the burning plain, including the sly black dragon prince, Nefarian inherited the blood of the death wing is very good, and the violent power is in its veins Flowing, making it stronger and stronger than other adult black dragons, even the horns above the head are more majestic.

It is a dragon horn staggered on both sides of the skull. The size is very symmetrical and is carefully maintained. There is also a dragon horn pointing to the sky at the top of the head, like a bone crown, let Nefarian's dragon The form is full of the king's demeanor, but compared to its father's domineering exposed dragon form, Nefarian's body has a little more haze and a little less domineering, which also makes many powerful old black dragons refuse to let him submit.

They think Nefarian is just a nonsense kid, and they are used to hiding in the shadows, and have no interest in Nefarian's ambitious hegemony.

Before the breakout, Nefarian noticed the death lords who searched in the sky. With its cunning mind, it could easily find the purpose of these death lords. Therefore, it changed its body with dark magic , Making his huge body thin and ugly, thus avoiding the death lords who are looking for beautiful mounts.

The Black Dragon Prince is not afraid of those death lords, its power is stronger than that of a single death lord, but it knows the hidden advantages, and the dead gorons on the burning plain have brought him great shock, it can I vaguely guessed that once those giant beasts also at the top of the food chain also joined the hunting of the black dragon, I am afraid that the situation will only get worse.

"Hoo, finally, freedom is near."

After flying far over the Burning Plains and the headwind trails shrouded in mist, Nefarian saw the peak of Redridge Mountain. It knew that it was very close to Stormwind City. It might only take ten minutes to see it. To my sister, who is incognito and confused in the human world.

"Onyxia, I really look forward to seeing my expression."

Nefarian's eyes flashed a weird look. He regarded his sister as a threat, but now, he feels that his sister is the real smart guy.

"Quack"

At the moment when Nefarian crossed the highest peak of the Red Ridge Mountains, a huge death raven suddenly rushed out from the hidden rocks below, and the huge ravens with shining eyes opened their strong beaks, accompanied by With the sound and the vibration of the air, the special sound attack of the Death Raven hit the body of Nefarian.

The harsh sound stunned Nefarian's eardrums. It flapped its wings and floated in the sky. Looking at the dead creature decorated with gold pendants and the steel blades wrapped around its claws, its eyes flashed. A trace of provoked anger.

"Roar"

The scorching dragon breath squirted out of Nefarian’s mouth that was no longer hidden, like a rain of fire falling from the sky, hitting the huge raven that was rushing towards it, but was flexed by the latter flexibly. Lian had never seen it before, but this did not prevent the Black Dragon Prince from feeling the threat of this raven. It was bigger and more fierce than the ravens above the burning plain.

"Click"

Prince Black Dragon's strong and powerful wings slapped **** the head of the raven, but the latter's sharp claws also tore the scales of Prince Black Dragon with great strength, and in a angry roar, the two giants were in Redridge Mountain There was a desperate fight in the clouds at the top.

After a few minutes, Nefarian used the strange dragon language magic to imprison the death raven in the air, and then with sharp claws, ripped off its wings, watching the unbalanced death monster hit the ground and win. The prince of the black dragon gave a proud roar. It took a deep breath, and the next moment, a more scorching dragon breath threw at the death raven struggling on the ground.

"Dead! Burned to ashes! Miscellaneous!"

But after the flames dissipated, the Black Dragon Prince discovered that the ferocious raven had not been killed. Instead, it was protected by a giant, dark green magic shield, and beside it, stood a A high elf in black armor holding a moon-shaped war knife in his hand.

Tyrion raised his head and looked at the black dragon prince hanging in the sky, a flash of anger flashed in his blue eyes.

"Stupid guy, I just left for a moment, and you hurt my favorite mount... well, then use yourself to pay off the debt!"

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