Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Not only are the dragons looking for Deathwing, but the servants of the Void have not given up contacting him. After all, it is the greatest victory of the Void forces in Azeroth after the collapse of the Dark Empire.

Many ambitious servants of the Void seek to summon it to gain invincible power.

There was a time when I drove my incompetent servants to search for traces of this fallen king.

There is news that it disappeared from the material world after the Earth-shattering, and fled to the elemental realm to heal its severely alienated body. I never thought we could see it here.

Sure enough, I can encounter all kinds of surprises when I stay with you, my magical little master. "

When Black returned to his carriage with two bottles of fine wine and a copy of "Dragon Information Encyclopedia" gifted by Lord Davar, Xal'atath kept chattering in his ear, and said quietly:

"But what is it doing here? Why is it so crazy that it wants to marry a human princess? Is it to find a permanent hiding place for the Black Dragon Legion?

Also, have you ever dealt with it before you ‘picked’ me up? Did you know its identity then? How did you escape and not be eaten by the greedy black dragons under Deathwing? "

"You have an unexpected number of questions today."

Blake, who got on the carriage, complained:

"Isn't he just a crazy Deathwing? Be more reserved, my servant.

Yes, I have dealt with him before. At that time, I was just a speck of dust in his eyes, but now I have probably been upgraded to an ant.

Although I had doubts before, based on the question he just asked me, I can basically confirm that Lothar's current situation is the result of him pushing it behind the scenes.

As for your question just now, what does Deathwing want to do?

I can tell you clearly that Deathwing’s ultimate goal is to personally bring down the ‘Twilight Hour’ of destruction of all things. But before the end comes, it may want to have some fun for itself and remove some 'obstacles' along the way.

In my words, it is an addiction to playing ‘role playing games’.

As for the survival of the Black Dragon Legion, it has no special significance in its eyes. Its sons, daughters, and even wives are no different from my existence in its eyes.

They are all tools that can be used by him, the kind that can be thrown away after use.

What a cold man. "

Black sighed, he opened the carriage and got in, and heard Xal'atath say faintly

"The Twilight Hour, a plan that will allow the ancient gods to break free from their seal forever, a terrifying conspiracy to cleanse the world.

Deathwing exists for this moment.

When the Hour of Twilight is realized, all life in the world will disappear, and all dragon kings, including Deathwing himself, will die.

The only thing left is a world of death, a world of silence and chaos, and the Old Gods, the Twilight Dragons and their monsters who were born from madness and succumbed to the void.

This is the grand plan of the ancient gods, a plan that lasts for thousands of years.

A plan that frustrates me.

It turns out that they will eventually decide a lucky person who will engulf the world, but I was excluded early. "

"Stop pretending, you little dramatist. You are not an ancient god. It is not your place to swallow the world."

Blake grinned and said:

"But don't despair. Although you can't get the reward of swallowing the world, you have me. You are much luckier than other void creatures."

"Oh, this is really 'heartwarming,'"

Xalatas said something in a stick-reading tone, then she was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a sinister tone:

"Since they won't let me play, then everyone should stop playing. Let the so-called twilight hour go to hell! Little master, activate your dark wisdom and teach them a lesson.

Teach the arrogant Deathwing a lesson!

I will help you, and I will definitely do my best to help you this time. Jealousy and resentment have changed me beyond recognition. No one wants what I can’t have!

Kill all the black dragons of Deathwing! Cramp them to their bones! Use their bones to strengthen your treasure ship, and their blood to strengthen your subordinates!

They are full of treasures, don’t hesitate. "

"I'll think about it."

Blake smiled and stopped talking about the topic.

He really needed to think about his plan, but just as Blake closed his eyes, a furious scream suddenly came from the seat opposite.

The pirate opened his eyes and saw that Little Xingxing was tearing the book in his hand crazily.

While tearing it apart, he shouted:

"This evil book is filled with blasphemy against dragons and our Achilles' heel, some of which I don't even know about, damn it!

It must not be passed around! "

"late."

Old God Black said: "That book has been printed in Lordaeron and will soon be sold throughout the continent. The whole world will know what you dragons are afraid of."

"Captain, you're still laughing! I can't laugh at all now. Use your evil wisdom to help me think of a solution!"

Little Star angrily took Blake's wrist and shook it from side to side. The pirate snorted and said:

"There are many ways to solve the problem, but you have to have this."

He made a universal gesture.

"But I have no money, I'm just a poor little dragon."

Little Xingxing said pitifully, and the pirate shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture. He thought for a while and whispered a few words to Little Xingxing.

The young dragon's eyes suddenly widened, as if to say:

Is there such an operation?

Blake returned her look, meaning:

This operation is normal.

Little Xingxing hesitated for a few seconds, and then whispered to Gianna who was reading a book with great interest next to her. The little princess was stunned for a moment, and then generously took out a few large gold cards and gave them to her.

The young dragon stared, threw the golden card to the evil Black, and said coquettishly:

"Issue... double, no, triple invoice. I'll take it back to Longmian Temple for reimbursement."

"Very well, you are on your way.

Public is public and private is private, but they must not be confused. When you get the money, remember to top up the money for today’s ‘Dark Wisdom’ course. "

Blake gave a thumbs up to his junior schoolmate, wrote the receipt with ease, and stamped it with his master's seal.

Little Xingxing put this receipt in her bag very preciously.

She felt like she had learned another lesson today.

Next, the convoy drove directly into the city of Lordaeron, and headed straight to the palace without stopping much. The wedding was in the next few days, and various ritual procedures were being rehearsed.

What's more important is that the king and the powerful nobles are waiting for Lothar and the Pope to arrive.

It is foreseeable that there will definitely be a big quarrel between them, and even the two remaining rebel factions of Ravenholdt, which have been silent recently, are very likely to be hiding in the city.

But Lothar showed no fear.

In front of the palace, he appeared together with the Pope wearing ceremonial armor. Only escorted by two high knights and his adjutant Turalyon, he followed the king's envoys to the meeting hall in a generous manner.

Blake could sneak over and listen.

But he is not interested in a group of old men quarreling. In fact, he is taking Little Xingxing and Gianna around the palace, trying to find the "happy" bride, Princess Calia, and give her a gift in person. On the gift.

"Deathwing launched a backstab during the War of the Ancients. Its dragon body was torn apart by the expansion of power due to excessive use of the dragon soul, and its own power was also out of control.

It was like a big burning monster, returning to its lair with a powerful and terrifying body. "

While little Jaina was taking Little Star around the palace with great interest, Black was sitting in a garden, enjoying morning tea while sharing the secrets about Deathwing with his servant Xal'atath.

He said with great interest in his heart:

"It was already crazy at the time, but it felt that it was not crazy. Like all creatures invaded by the void, it chose to relieve its own pain by inflicting pain on others.

It did a crazy thing.

It forces all the female dragons of the Black Dragonflight to mate with it.

But its body had been severely alienated at that time, and those female black dragons simply could not withstand the 'attack' of Deathwing. That day, most of the Black Dragon Legion's legacy was destroyed by its creator himself. "

"Wow, are you so crazy? What a cruel and ruthless man. Also, little master, do you think it's appropriate to talk to a girl like me about this kind of thing?"

Xal'atath listened with great interest, something she didn't even know.

She wondered where Blake had heard it.

Then he said in a playful tone:

"You tell me these stories and make me feel like you are harassing me, little master."

"Shut up if you still want to hear it. I'll punch you if you dare."

The pirate took a sip of tea and said:

"Actually, Malygos doesn't know that the revenge it wants has already been completed by Deathwing himself.

The number of black dragons in the world is not much greater than that of blue dragons, and there are even fewer pure-blooded female black dragons. They are all 'young', descendants whose bloodline has been infected by the void, and they are all polluted from the source of their bloodline. It is difficult for them to Give birth to powerful offspring.

In the true sense, the only ancient female black dragon left is Sinestra, the orthodox dragon queen of Deathwing.

That dragon queen is really tough and powerful.

She withstood the ravages of the mad Deathwing, and although she survived, she suffered the same agony of being torn apart from her dragon body like her villainous husband.

I feel that with her terrifying posture, she would be worse off dead than alive. "

Having said this, Blake showed a strange smile and said to Xal'atath with interest:

"Now, ten thousand years later, a second woman is going to lie on Deathwing's bed. I really want to know if Princess Calia can survive until the next day.

Lo and behold, here she comes.

With a happy girlish smile on my face, I really couldn't bear to tell her these terrible stories.

This would definitely scare her. "

In the garden in front of Blake, Princess Calia Menethil, wearing a blue and white palace dress, was walking over with her maid.

Beside her was Alsace who had changed his clothes and was talking to his sister.

A harmonious posture of brother and sister.

"Although I believe that Deathwing has a way to 'enjoy' her without harming her. But I am also certain that after the wedding is completed, her father and brother will die inexplicably.

Then, when she loses her use value, she will be eaten as a snack by Deathwing.

Or throw it away to the baby dragon as the first piece of meat after birth. "

Xalatath said viciously and regretfully:

"What a pity. Her flesh and blood form is quite pleasing to the eye. How about, little master, use the waste before she dies?"

I don't know if she can satisfy Deathwing, but with her well-developed body and my skills, she will definitely be able to fulfill all your fantasies. "

Xal'atath made a lewd sound as he licked his lips, and once again issued an "invitation to join forces" to the pirates.

But Blake, a cold man, chose to refuse again. He put down the tea cup and said:

“I’m waiting here specifically not to listen to you tell these lewd jokes.

Don't get too excited, help me find out whether she has fallen under the temptation spell of Deathwing, or whether she really 'admires' our Lord Davar from the bottom of her heart. "

"Is there a difference between the two?"

Xalatas asked with a bored yawn:

"Is this going to make an 'autopsy report' in advance?"

"No, there's a big difference."

Blake adjusted the collar of the dress and explained: "The former shows that she is strong-willed, and Deathwing needs magic to win her love.

It shows that she may still be of some use.

If it's the latter, a love-minded little princess is of no use to me.

Then it will be as you said.

In her autopsy report, the cause of death was written as "falling in love with someone you shouldn't love." "

"Ah, you want to take advantage of such a miserable woman. I really saw you right, little master. Your evilness has opened my eyes."

Xal'atath laughed evilly and said, "Come closer, I need to reach her."

"Simple."

Blake's body flashed and appeared in a shadow behind Alsace. He said in "surprise": "Hey, isn't this His Highness the Prince? Does your butt hurt anymore? It seems that I was gentle before."

"It's you! Damn sorcerer!"

Little Arthas turned around, and when he saw Black waving at him, his expression suddenly changed into an angry one. He shouted, "I was just careless last time, I won't lose next time!"

"If I were you, instead of cursing and swearing to win next time, I would be more worried about a man who loses to a spellcaster in melee skills and whether he is qualified to continue his journey as a paladin.

You know, I only used one hand that day. "

Blake said quietly.

This made Arthas blush for a moment.

The Eye of Kilrogg on the pirate's shoulder rolled its pupils and looked at the blonde princess next to Arthas. He stepped forward and bent forward like a gentleman, introducing himself:

"Grand Master of the Warlock School of Narthalas College, Black Shaw, would like to extend my best wishes to you, your beautiful princess. You are indeed as beautiful as a flower as rumored. Lord Davar is really envious of others to have you by his side. "

The eldest princess's reaction was very ladylike.

She extended her left hand for Blake to complete the hand kiss.

The next moment, Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"She has the effect of Void Confusion! It's very strong, very hidden, and makes me feel troublesome. In addition, she is still a pure virgin, and Deathwing has not touched her."

"Okay, Deathwing, I thought you were going to get distracted."

After hearing Xal'atath's "test report", Blake suddenly complained in his heart:

"I didn't expect that you are also a sperm-controlling scumbag who takes advantage of your kidneys!"