Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 Actually, no one knew that the orcs had completed a crucial transaction in Crow Hill in the Twilight Forest the night before Drunk Wind woke up.

　　 At first, Tyrone Gorefiend, who was in charge of the transaction, didn't know who the target of the transaction was. He just received an invitation letter inexplicably, saying that he wanted to "talk" with himself.

　　 And the death knight in a state of being wanted by humans has no reason to refuse, no matter whether the person who wants to trade with him is kind or malicious, he has to see it.

　　 The trading time is up, and the Gorefiend curiously and attentively watched a human being walked into the range of the fire.

　　 He has shiny black hair, a sturdy tall figure, plus his angular yet elegant face-for a human, he can be called very handsome. His clothes are well-cut, and a long sword studded with precious stones hangs beside him.

　　 The only dissonance is that his face is slightly distorted with contempt. The man flicked on his sleeve, as if trying to wipe something off.

"I know you have the desire to attack me. But you know, I don't want your blood to remain on my clothes." He smiled, showing his white teeth, but the smile looked so full Threatened. "Look, I'm not what I look like." Behind him, his shadow flickered, and then suddenly changed. Both the size and the shape became terrible. The huge wings The shadow enveloped the gorefiend.

　　 The blood demon asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

　　 "I used to have many names," his smile became exaggerated and presumptuous, "and one of them... is Deathwing."

　　 "Deathwing..." Even if it comes from Draenor, the Gorefiend is like a reign of the name-among the Draenor creatures he knows, Deathwing is probably the most powerful one.

　　 "I heard that Ner'zhul seems to have some interesting plans, right?"

　　 "..." The Gorefiend swallowed hard--you can hardly imagine the death knight trembling in fright, but at this time the Gorefiend was like this, he even had the idea of ​​turning his head and running away.

　　 Deathwing seemed to have noticed the tension of the Gorefiend, so he put away his aura, "Don't be so nervous, you are dead, do you still need to be afraid of the dead? I'm an old friend of your orc tribe."

　　 "Old friend?"

　　 "Of course, or why do you think those stupid orcs can control the red dragon?"

"..." The blood demon fell into silence again. The black dragon king seemed to know the tribe very well, but apart from knowing that he was strong, the blood demon knew nothing about Deathwing, which was not good for trading. .

"Okay, dead man, you don't have to worry so much. I won't force you. This is a win-win business." Deathwing saw through the blood demon's worries, "Don't you envy the Dragonmaw clan very much? When it is reached, you will be helped by the dragon-it is the dragon, not the underdeveloped young dragons and the young dragons with insufficient IQ."

　　 The help of the dragon, this obviously moved the Gorefiend, and he involuntarily licked his lips.

　　 "Of course, there is an interesting gift-I heard that Ner'zhul is looking for the Book of Medivh? That book is in my hands."

　　 "Then, dear Deathwing, what do you need us to do?"

　　 "It's Lord Deathwing-prepare a passage for me. A safe passage through the Dark Portal."

　　 The Gorefiend did not ask why-because he felt that even if he asked, Deathwing would not answer himself.

　　 "Let’s talk, what help do you need?"

　　 "In the north, we need to grab a treasure."

Deathwing nodded arrogantly, without even asking what he was going to take: "Well, I will do it myself, and then you will open a channel for my children to reach Draenor. After that, I will Give you the Book of Medivh."

　　 Gorefiend agreed to the deal.

　　 Seeing the blood demon deal ending and leaving in a hurry, Deathwing couldn't help showing an extremely contemptuous smile.

"Sad guys, they don't even know that only infinite power can control everything. The calculations of the fly camp and Gougou can only be defeated. While they are still useful, let the black dragon army occupy Draenor-then two worlds Will all crawl under my wings!"

　　 "The recent Onyxia doesn't seem to be right, it seems that something is hiding from me. After dealing with the orcs, I have to ask my good daughter what happened."

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　　On the second day Kilrogg said everything, bad news came from Dalaran.

　　 A group of evil death knights raided the mysterious treasure room and stole the Eye of Dalaran from the treasure house!

Although Master Antonidas and Prince Kael'thas arrived in time, they were still teleported to the top of Violet Castle by the group of death knights with the eyes of Dalaran~www.ltnovel.com~Antonidas thought it could be used here The space imprisoned and caught these thieves, but it was completely unexpected that Deathwing suddenly appeared and took these dead people away.

　　The black dragon king appeared, which means that after the red dragon, the black dragon also began to help the orcs!

　　 This is an extremely heavy blow to the alliance. The majesty of the dragon has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one wants to face the blazing dragon's breath with their lives.

　　 At the subsequent military meeting, Lothar became very impatient and even furious. He snapped the table and thought, urging every country present to send its own troops and support as soon as possible.

Faced with this situation, even King Terenas Menethil of Lordaeron and King Gene Greymane of Gilneas, who had always looked at each other rather uncomfortable, began to work together and vowed to block the orcs. In front of the Dark Portal!

　　 And when Onyxia found Drunk Wind, the poor black dragon princess was almost crying. She found sadly that her father's Deathwing had some clues about her plan.

　　 "It's over, my father is really crazy! He gathered all the dragon eggs and sent them to the about to collapse Delano! What's more terrifying is that he seems to have noticed something about our plan!"

Drunk Wind patted her shoulder: "Oni, you don't have to be so sad. Although your father is strong, isn't his behavior this time giving us a chance? The hammer of Khaz'goroth is in hand, I believe I can banish the wings of death, and then you will take care of these dragon eggs-my future black dragon queen ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ welcome to read the latest, fastest and hottest serial works All at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users please go to read.