Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Ouch

The young red dragon, whose body was covered with scars from the magic shock and with two arrows stuck in its eyes, fell wailing, like a hill collapsing.

Its dragon claws had been cut into pieces by sharp blades.

At the dragon scale on the neck, there is also a Goron beast bone war spear inserted two-thirds into it.

This life was sad to be born, and it was sad to die, but this life that could have been noble gave out its last cry. Its head hit the ground, and the last scene seen amidst the splash of dragon blood was a young man holding a heavy blade and wrapped in anger. Jumping over from the front, he stabbed the long sword that screamed in the wind into the wound between its eyes.

The Lion-Hearted Holy Sword is roaring.

This weapon made by the mountain king of the dwarves penetrated the dragon's scales, and was pushed and pierced into the dragon's bones by Alsace as hot blood spattered.

Like a toothpick inserted into the brain, it took away the last breath of the red baby dragon.

Plop

When he saw the light in the big eyes of the red dragon in front of him shatter, the panting Alsace sat down on the baby dragon's head.

He even ignored the dragon's blood flowing around him, reached out and took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his head.

Not just because of nerves.

But just now he was squatting behind Farric's heavy shield and forcefully took a blow from the dragon's breath, which made him extremely hot. He was as embarrassed as when he was fished out of the water.

But the joy in my heart cannot be concealed.

Today, he killed a dragon and accomplished something that 99% of the warriors in the world cannot do! Even if it is just an injured baby dragon, this is enough for the young prince to be proud of.

This victory also fully proved the power of the Deathwing's Dragon Slaying Compendium, and the forbidden knowledge described in it is really very useful.

The head of this red dragon will be brought back as a proof of His Highness's bravery. This will make His Highness's reputation among the people even higher.

The royal attendant Marvin strode forward, took out his sword and wanted to chop off the young dragon's head, but was stopped by Maris. He took out a pocket watch, checked the time, and said:

We don't have much time to collect the trophies. The orc warlords are still waiting for us to hunt them. Rest for a few minutes, and then we will set off immediately.

Ouch, ouch, ouch

As soon as General Ranger finished speaking, he heard a fierce and noisy dragon roar from the cave dragon nest below the city. The noise seemed to be the roaring of many young dragons who were stimulated.

There were even one or two low and violent roars of an adult dragon mixed in there.

Something must have happened down there!

——

Something did happen down there.

In the tunnel leading to the dragon's lair under the city, the stinky pirate has now transformed into the form of the Dreadlord.

He was pulling out his sharp claws from the heart of an unlucky young dragon, along with the broken dragon scales and the crumpled heart.

There were several young dragons howling and rushing towards him, but the Dread Lord held the Scythe of the Sinner and escaped into the shadows with a hideous smile.

Mephistroth's signature move Shadow Creep is activated.

The two big bat phantoms rushed wildly, one to the left and the other to the right, triggering fierce shadow explosions wherever they went. This corrosive and highly impactful vicious magic knocked those who were blasted by the baby dragons off their feet.

The key is that they can't even fight back.

There is no way to force Black out of the shadows, and the magic bombardment of this creeping shadow will not stop. They are red dragons, and they do not have the super resistance to shadow magic like black dragons.

Each of these repeated shadow impacts weakens their bodies, making the next wave of explosions more destructive.

But they couldn't retreat.

Because Duke Jorach is holding the Dragon Soul and ordering them to kill Black.

They cannot disobey the orders of the evil artifact, and it does not matter whether the artifact is in the hands of orcs or humans.

Don't even think about running away, you wretch!

The released Skull of Thal'kiel is surrounding the beating Duke Jorach, using his vicious torture spells to continuously attack the Duke who wants to escape.

The vicious old man screamed in Ereda that the Duke could not understand:

Pathetic insect, you must think of a way out before doing anything. This is a painful lesson for me, but you are destined to fail to learn this lesson. Die! Die!

The dark flying skull roared and used the most vicious curses in turn. In just one minute, the Duke was covered with seven curse spells with different effects, giving the legendary assassin master a headache.

Damn it!

Not to mention fighting Black, he can't even deal with Black's evil and crazy dark magic weapon!

This is really a disappointing and regrettable truth.

However, although he was embarrassed, the Duke did not feel that he would lose.

Although he was not a spellcaster, he still felt a huge will responding to him in his rough connection with the dragon soul.

It is not the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, but the Red Dragon Queen's powerful consort who is also imprisoned in the dragon's lair.

Mortal, my name is Talanistaz, and I am the queen's guard and lover. I feel the dragon soul changing hands. You may be different from those fallen orcs.

Free us and you will have the Red Dragonflight to thank you.

An old and deep voice echoed in the Duke's spirit. This must be a powerful red dragon prince. This made the Duke's eyes light up, and he immediately responded:

Of course, great red dragons, I am here to save you. I have reached an agreement with Lord Krasus. I will take the dragon soul away from Grim Batol, and I will give your queen freedom. .

But now I am being attacked by an evil one.

He is an accomplice of the orcs, and he is preventing me from taking away this evil artifact. Come and help me! Mighty dragon, help me kill him, I will fulfill my oath immediately!

The Duke responded with silence.

But then a deeper and more majestic dragon roar sounded from the dragon's nest.

A huge behemoth flapped its wings and took off. Its power was so powerful that Black, in his Dreadlord form, jumped out of hiding and began to attack the Duke.

Ha, you're scared!

The Duke did not choose to engage in close combat with Black. The pirate in the form of the Dread Lord was not easy to mess with at first sight. The Duke was smart enough to discern what kind of measures would be most beneficial to him at the moment.

He chose cunning delaying tactics.

As long as the red dragon prince below rushes into the tunnel, Blake will return in despair no matter how powerful he is.

Holding the Dragon Soul, he ordered the red dragons in the tunnel to come to him, almost using his own body as a human shield to protect the Duke.

When the young dragons were forced to breathe out their dragon breath indiscriminately, Old Man Sachiel was temporarily repelled.

This made the vicious skull very dissatisfied. It was ready to absorb the life force around it and use a round of Thal'kiel's Devour to completely crush the cockroach-like bug.

But this dangerous move was stopped by Blake.

He threw out the group's sleeping mind magic, restrained the young dragons in place, and made another ultra-long-distance flickering jump to the Duke's side, swung his claws and struck at the legendary master assassin.

Seeing it hit, Duke Jorazzi used a weird dodge to avoid it.

The Duke laughed and jumped into the shadows, and appeared at the exit of the tunnel. What greeted him was a series of shadow flying knives thrown by Black and two spinning moon blades.

But these fatal attacks were narrowly dodged by the Duke with superb skills.

Behind him, a huge old red dragon prince was already flapping his wings and hovering there.

It stood behind the Duke like a terrifying shadow.

Two burning eyes stared at the Dread Demon King in front of him. The terrifying dragon power spread out and pressed heavily in the entire tunnel, protecting the Duke's victory.

You lost, greedy bastard.

Duke Jolachi let out a long and stylish laugh without much sarcasm. He looked at Black Shaw in the demon's transformed state with fear and said:

But I also have to admit that you have enough power to usher in a new dark era. I have no intention of going against you, Black. This is the end of this discussion.

I'm leaving, don't chase me!

Well, the old man is still really good.

Blake coughed and separated from the demon form to the human form. He seemed to be disappointed and rubbed his head, and said to Duke Jorazzi:

Next, you want to take away the dragon soul so that the red dragons can get rid of their weakness, right? Haven't you thought about destroying it right here?

“Of course we have discussed it, but even beings like Archmage Krasus and Spellweaver cannot destroy artifacts like the Dragon Soul.

It was forged thousands of years ago and has the power to control dragons. I heard that the failure of the Burning Legion was because the power of the dragon soul shattered the demon's portal.

The Duke was now certain of victory.

On the surface, he generously let Black go, but in his heart, he had already given an order to the red dragon prince Talanistraz suspended behind him, asking him to completely bury Black here with a deep breath of dragon fire.

In order to paralyze the smelly pirate, he answered Black's question in a gentle tone, chuckled again, and said:

It saved the world. How could such an artifact be destroyed by a humble mortal like me?

Really? Do you think this artifact cannot be destroyed?

The pirate shook his head, coughed and said:

Then can you explain to me what is the thing stuck on the surface of the dragon soul in your hand?

Huh? How could this be possible!

The Duke lowered his head after hearing this and looked at the golden plate-like artifact in his hand. It should have been a smooth and extremely solid surface of the artifact, but in the center was a black thing like a dagger.

It looked like a small piece of broken dragon scale.

It was inserted into the surface of the Dragon Soul, like the only flaw on a perfect treasure.

But what made the Duke feel horrified was that around the dragon scales inserted into the surface of the artifact, there were already broken spider web cracks extending and beating.

Let me tell you a secret.

Black's sinister voice sounded in front of him as the Duke's mood rose and fell, and there was a sense of pleasure in seeing someone about to be in bad luck.

He said:

The Dragon Soul is very strong, and even the explosion from the Well of Eternity cannot destroy it. But it is also very fragile. You only need to find the right 'weapon' and you can destroy it with just a swipe.

Fortunately, I had collected enough of these 'weapons' from the Destruction of the Worldbreaker during the destruction of Dalaran.

The stinky pirate raised his left hand and flicked it as if by magic.

Five broken dragon scales polished into the shape of flying knives were caught between his fingers like a fan being opened, and were gathered up and disappeared in the next moment.

You used the dragon soul to order the red dragon to deal with me?

Blake held his stomach and laughed.

The evil joy that had been held in my heart flowed freely in the tunnel at this moment.

He pointed at the dumbfounded Duke in front of him, laughing up and down, as if he had seen the funniest show in the world, and said:

You claim you are here to save the red dragons, but what is the difference between what you did and Nekros Skullcrusher? You have made a terrible mistake, my dear Lord Duke.

And this mistake will completely ruin you.

I didn't even have to lift a finger.

I just need to stand here and watch you being pushed into hell by my own hands.

No!

The Duke suddenly turned around.

Looking at the old red dragon prince behind him who had begun to accumulate dragon fire in his huge mouth, he just thought that the anger in the red dragon's eyes was directed at Black.

But at this moment, he realized that the anger was caused by him.

The dragon fire that made his hair stand on end compressed and rolled in the mouth of the old red dragon.

The damage of the Dragon Soul makes it no longer possible to control these noble, powerful and indifferent legendary creatures, and at the same time, it has accumulated countless pain and anger in its heart.

The red dragons are out for revenge!

No!

The Duke raised the shattering dragon soul in his hand and shouted:

I'm here to help you! I have an agreement with Krasus! I am your friend, I am not the Dragonmaw Orc who enslaved you!

In our eyes, you who are trying to manipulate us are no different from a fallen orc!

This was the response of the red dragon prince Talannistarz to the Duke's defense.

Along with the response, there was an extremely hot dragon's breath, which inflicted all the humiliation and pain the Red Dragon Legion had suffered in the past few years on this hateful human being in front of him.

boom

The dragon soul, which had already begun to shatter, made a crisp sound of shattering glass under the attack of dragon fire. It was also so pleasant to the ears of the Duke's wail and the roar of the red dragon.

Blake raised his hand to cover the scorching waves of fire rolling in front of his eyes.

His ethereal lord rushed out of the shadows and used a dark sacrifice magic to turn himself into a thick shadow shield, covering the pirate's body so that he would not be harmed by the aftermath of the dragon fire.

Between Black's fingers, he saw the Duke's final struggle as he was submerged in the dragon's fire, like a burning rack, causing the bastard to suffer horrific torture that he had never imagined.

hehe.

The pirate made a pleasant nasal noise. He admired the cremation in front of him and said:

This is the consequence of provoking dark wisdom, my dear Lord the Duke. I forgive you for using my plans to your advantage, just as Anduin Lothar forgave you for your disloyalty and duplicity.

You no longer have to bear my wrath for this.

Please be more careful in your next life.

You old, rotten wretch who can only hide in the dark and show off.