Azeroth’s Death Track

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Unexpectedly, the Black Horn walked in Princess Black Dragon's lair, and did not make him feel evil, dark or disgusting senses.

Just like the manor of a real human aristocrat, even if it is built in the mountain wall, Onyxia also used his own way to dress this place very decently.

On both sides of the carefully repaired mountain wall, every 20 meters, there is a chandelier fixed on the mountain wall. In the shining light, large murals are hung on both sides of the mountain wall. It can be seen that it is a master. Painting skills describe human guesses about dragons and some mythological stories, and what makes Black Point even more unexpected is that the floor in this corridor is not obsidian, but a nearly luxurious smooth floor polished with marble.

On both sides of the corridor, there are many sculpture-like decorations, some with a strong human civilization style, some from aliens, and even a Zergman lord who was made as a specimen. It looks like this is the latest decoration The product is probably from the battlefield of Silithus.

This strong contrast makes Blackhorn a little puzzled. He feels that he is not walking in a cruel black dragon's lair, but walking in the manor of a human noble.

The black dragon princess leading the way seemed to feel the doubts of the black horn. She turned to look at the black horn and whispered:

"I have lived in the human kingdom for a long time. In fact, I have been used to living as a human being, so when building this nest, I also used the decoration habits of the human side. I think this is very good, but unfortunately, Our companions don’t think so, they feel that they are very powerful, and they want to dominate the world..."

A trace of contempt flashed on the beautiful and indifferent face of Princess Black Dragon:

"Poor bastards, they know nothing..."

"Onyxia, I..."

Blackhorn wanted to say something, but when she spoke, she was interrupted by Princess Black Dragon:

"Call me Katerina, or call me Oni, you have this qualification... my other one, brother."

"Okay, Katerina."

Black Horn walked on the polished floor like a mirror, he said in a deep voice:

"I live in Highmountain. I have lived in the Tauren clan of Highmountain for ten thousand years. I can probably guess your thoughts. I also think that is the way we should live. But unfortunately, the Gaoling clan I was threatened by the devil, and I need help... I'm here for help."

"I will talk about this later."

There was a playful smile on the countess Presto's face. She reached out and brushed her smooth, long black hair, and whispered:

"Why not talk about you? Pointe Noire, about your past, about your birth, about your life, I am very interested."

Blackhorn was a little hesitant. Although he hadn't dealt with his compatriots for 10,000 years, he was also a black dragon. He could guess the thoughts of these compatriots. He could feel this one he had never met before. The strong "sister", kind of look at him.

But after more than ten seconds of hesitation, the black corner still spoke. In the crisp collision of Catalina's high-heeled shoes and the floor, the black corner also told his story:

"I am different from you, Katerina, I was born before the battle of the ancients, to be precise, before our father has fallen."

This sentence made the countess's eyes narrow. She understood the meaning of the black horn. This shows that the black horn is a pure black dragon...the blood of real black dragon is flowing in his veins, not After the wings of death were seduced and fallen by the ancient gods, the extended blood of fall.

Is this probably the last pure black dragon in the history of Azeroth?

"I have not experienced the battle of the ancients, because at that time I was still stored in the Nesario treasure chest in the form of dragon eggs. I have never seen our father, our mother, my only Understand, I learned from Huen Gaoling."

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Heijiao's eyes, and he said softly:

"Hun is also my savior. After expelling our mad father, he hatched me with the sacred heritage of the High Mountains, the Titan energy in the hammer of Kazgros, and I hatched from the eggshell. At the moment of his emergence, the first life I saw was him. Hu En was more like my father than the Wings of Death. He hid me in the cave in the High Mountains. He taught me to hunt and taught me to be a bull. Human writing and culture, when he became aging, I finally became an adult, and at the moment of his death, he gave me an important mission."

The voice of Blackhorn became vicissitudes:

"I have replaced Huen to protect his descendants for nearly ten thousand years. Katerina, I want to confess that my appearance, although my bloodline is a black dragon, but my soul... is a Highmountain tauren! From this point of view, you, and the black dragons outside, are not true compatriots, and I have no intention of joining you, and even less of taking your leadership in the black dragon. You can rest assured about this."

"No, I never worried about this, Pointe Noire."

The countess answered simply:

"That's why I invited you here. My brother, I am not the leader of this group of bastards. I mean, at least for now, I am not!"

"This group of black dragons is subject to another person, a real big man, please follow me, with your blood and your status, you are qualified to see him, and I believe that he is also very looking forward to seeing you ."

Black Point wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Catalina's eyes. The countess stood in front of a closed door, her hand on the bolt, and she looked at Black Point, and said softly:

"You come for help, for the group of tauren sheltered by you? This is good, but the decision is not in my hands, the black horn, my strange brother, you have to persuade this big man to help you... of course if you refuse , You can leave now, no one will hurt you."

Blackhorn twitched for a moment, but in the end, he took a deep breath and nodded to Caterina, so the countess reached out and pushed the door open, and walked in with Blackhorn.

It was a hall like a study room, completely decorated in a human style. Opposite the bookshelf full of books on three sides, it was a burning fireplace. The crystal chandelier at the top of the room exuded a gentle light, while in the black corners On the sofa in front of him, there was a figure with his back to him. It was a human figure. His hair was already gray, but like those human nobles, he was neatly combed.

When Pointe-Noire came in, he was leaning on the sofa, holding a copy of "The General History of the Human Empire" in his hands, which seemed to be interesting, and on the table at his hand, there were half a bottle of fine wine in the goblet. , Also filled with a cup of Yin red liquid.

"Father...He's here."

The countess beamed her hands and stood aside, but the first sentence she spoke made the black-horned spirit shock...Onyxia’s father, the black dragon princess, had only one...wing of death!

It... is it still alive? Isn't it... dead?

"Well, it seems that my obscured masked child is thinking about why his father, who is evil and alive, is still alive, it is really a rebellious idea. According to my original temper, I should probably pull your bones and cramp..."

The hoarse voice passed into the ears of the black horn. The pure blood of the black dragon subconsciously showed fear in his heart. He turned and wanted to escape, but the wings of death sitting on the sofa...oh no, he Now with a new name, Dragon, Mr. Dragon sitting on the sofa put the book in his hand on the table, and then picked up the stemware, he stood up and put the red wine Place it in front of your own eyes and shake it gently.

In the rotation of that fine wine, the kind of power engraved in the blood of the Blackhorn forced him to turn around, facing the current Black Dragon King, the Guardian of the Earth, the War Dragon of the Legion, Dragon...

However, when Black Pointe raised his head, he saw not a mad middle-aged man, but instead a quaint human, that was the face of the former Earl of Presto, handsome and carrying A deep temperament, but in those eyes, there was no chaos and madness.

This temperament seems to be extremely inconsistent with the wing of death that is rumored to draw the end of the world.

"What? Is it thinking why his crazy dad suddenly became calm and suddenly became rational?"

Nesario put his hands in his pockets and elegantly put the red wine into his mouth. After drinking a refreshing drink, he strolled closer to his unfamiliar son, he looked at his eyes, then shook Shook his head:

"I hate this Tauren's disguise, it's stupid, and it doesn't conform to our traditional tradition of elegance. The tradition of the Presto family should be an illusion of humanity..."

Speaking, Nesario’s fingers rested on Blackhorn’s shoulders, and the huge magic power poured into Blackhorn’s body, and he disguised his Tauren as if it were exactly like Onyxia. Another brother, Nefarian’s human form, black hair and black pupil, slender and handsome, but lacking Nefarian’s iconic coldness and distortion.

"That's fine, Ibisian, this is your name... yes, I remember you, my child."

Nesario took a step back and looked at his work up and down. He nodded with satisfaction, and then handed the red wine to his baby daughter, and the Caterina girl who was terrified of her father. The count, like a real good daughter, reached for his father's glass and then stood quietly.

She no longer feared her current father, at least on the surface no longer feared, although a few days ago, when Nesario appeared in front of her, the Black Dragon Princess almost fainted to death.

But now it’s different. She can already be sure that her father, from that kind of crazy depravity, has awakened, the long curse has ended, and his father has replaced the crazy whisper of the ancient **** with another kind of curse. Of course, this is also because the fallen Titan Agrama, who is far away in the world of Argus, personally shot, otherwise the curse of corruption of the ancient gods, how could it be so easy to get rid of?

"You... are you awake?"

The black corner of the human form looked at Nesario in surprise, and he asked with some doubt:

"Or, is this a crazy conspiracy?"

"Sober? No, my child."

Nesario's eyes said calmly, but deep in his eyes, there was indeed a green flame that could not be ignored:

"Evil energy is still burning my mind. This is the new yoke that the legion set for me. Ibisian. Every minute and second, the instinct of destruction is pushing me to destroy the world, but compared to the ancients The kind of whispering mad whispers and the burning of evil energy that God had fallen on me had already seemed so happy. I was not completely awake, but the wing of death, the lunatic had completely died."

"It has been buried in the dark abyss of the world of Argus, there is no need to worry about it coming back."

"Evil energy?"

Blackhorn's eyes narrowed:

"You surrendered to the legion? To be with demons?"

"Yes, I am now the Dragon Dragoon of the Burning Legion. At least they call me that."

Nesario replied in a cold tone:

"The fraudster has given me a new mission. It wants me to cooperate with the legion to destroy this world so that it can win the love and reward of the dark Titan. It is a full arrogant. In my opinion, it may not be worthy of the fraudster. Title, but what do you say? Considering that they really helped me lift that crazy curse, let them go."

"how about you?"

Pointe Noire asked again:

"Will you obey the legion and help the demons destroy this world?"

"What a fool, my son."

Nesario laughed as if he had heard a big joke. He looked at his son Blackhorn, or Ibisian, and he said in a calm tone:

"Why should I stand on the side that is likely to lose? Am I so reckless? Child, remember, the Presto family never bets before the situation is completely clear, we have to learn to watch calmly, and from Judging from the current situation, at least in the world of Azeroth, the legion is difficult to win. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Never stand on the side of the loser... of course, don’t confront them head-on, although the demons’ brains are not very good, but they are revengeful and hateful, I mean, I will help you, Ibisian, I Daughter, your sister Catalina will lobby for you in the human empire, but you also have to cooperate with her. The members of the Presto family are dying, and from now on, we will learn to hide Terry behind the scenes, across the sea Ang learning..."

"The demons think that every life is a **** they can play with, but you see, I was a flag-bearer before playing chess, and I don't like to be used as a **** by others. I finally got free... I have to enjoy the freedom that has been missing for thousands of years, and then for those "old friends", Cthune is dead, leaving Enzos and Yogg-Saron, I have to settle accounts with them ."

Nesario flashed a dark green light in his eyes. He smiled and said:

"Of course, you may not know that the necromancer and I have some small holidays, but that is already a thing of the past, let it pass, Ibisian, I heard that there are some Asians in the Broken Islands Do dragons exist? You see, the Black Dragon Legion must have enough manpower to rebuild. I will talk to my lovely sister Alexstrassa. I heard that she has had a bad time this time. She needs a Old friend’s comfort, as for you, Ibisian..."

"After I come back, I want to see those weak but plastic storm dragons belong to the Black Dragon Legion... can you do it?"

"Oh, by the way, my poor son, you haven't seen your mother from birth to now. Take the time to see her, my poor Sinaistra will be very happy."

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