Countess Presto, who watched the black horn leave, stood aside without speaking, looked at her father's back, and she suddenly asked:

"Did the demons really set you free?"

"Nope."

Nesario moved his fingers, and he calmly said to his daughter:

"They gave me a new shackle."

"Boom"

A dark green flame of evil energy rose from under Nesario's feet, drowning the elegant middle-aged man little by little, and in the curtain of the flames, he turned his head and looked at his daughter with those black eyes, and he showed a slight smile, but it did not appear friendly, but there was an unexpected coldness:

"It's a pity that if it's just a fraudster, that arrogant guy can't control me... I'm trapped by a higher power, Onexia, just like I never came back, keep doing what you had to do... But, my daughter..."

"I'm not going to hurt you anymore..."

"Huh"

The scorching fire of evil energy quietly dissipated at this moment, and the figure of Nesario disappeared together, looking at the source of his bloodline, his father disappeared into the flames, the black dragon princess subconsciously touched the back of her cold hand, until now, she still thought it was just a dream.

But no!

Countess Catalina put her finger to her heart, and she could feel her own heartbeat, and the blood of the black dragon flowing in the veins of the perfect body, the blood that had become pure again.

All the black dragons born after the ancient war were endowed with the bloodline of the Chaos Void because of the fall of Deathwing, which made the Black Dragon Clan as a whole become crazy, but the source of the fall was all from the madness of Deathwing, it was not an inextricable bloodline disease, in fact, at this moment, when Nesario himself woke up from the madness given by the ancient gods, the void chaos remaining in the bloodline of the black dragon was also rapidly dissipating.

As the most direct bloodline of the Black Dragon King, the depraved aura in the bloodline of Countess Caterina has completely disappeared... The hungry and crazy call in her heart was silent, and she knew...

She was free, completely free from body to soul...

And this freedom was brought back by her father, who feared her most...

Even if Nesario repeatedly emphasized that he would not hurt his own people again, she didn't dare to really believe these words after ten thousand years of accumulation, but it didn't matter, time... Time will finally tell if those promises are true.

And for the current Black Dragon Princess, the best thing is that she has another choice besides Nesario, who has returned from the stars.

Countess Caterina took a few steps forward, threw herself into the soft sofa, leaned back, poured herself a glass of cold wine, put the crimson liquid in front of her eyes, and looked at the rainbow-like halo reflected by the light above her head in the refraction of the wine and glass, and her eyes seemed to be attracted by the halo.

And at the moment when the glass of wine was drunk, the graceful countess muttered to herself:

"When it's impossible to do anything... Will you help me? ”

"My Tyrion... Uncle..."

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In the northeast of the orc city of Orgrimmar, on the docks of Fistblade Bay, a large orc fleet is preparing to set sail.

After nearly a decade of Kalimdor's development, the orcs also have their own fleet, of course, in terms of the number of ships and combat power, this fleet cannot be compared to the invincible fleet of Kurtiras, let alone the Darkblade Dead Sea Fleet that is currently rampaging the endless sea, and even the armed warships of the goblin consortium.

It's not so much a strategic fleet as a troop carrier for the orc infantry, of course, the leaders of the orcs are also well aware of the true level of their navy, so they never want this fleet to compete with other opponents on the sea, more often, this fleet is responsible for transport and escort missions, such as now, the Minotaur legion from Mogoray is boarding the battleship, they will sail all the way to the northeast, and reach the coast of the Supreme Ridge in the Broken Isles in 7 days.

This is one of the reinforcements found in Kalimdor by the Minotaurs of the High Ridge tribe.

The other support force, the Night Elves' garrison in Silisus, will be transported by the Elven fleet of the Feathered Moon Fortress.

"Bane, you have to be careful when fighting demons."

On the dock of Fist Blade Bay, several young men who had come to see them off were talking, and Sal, dressed in shaman's robes, said to Bane, the tall minotaur in front of him, with a solemn face:

"Those bastards are cunning and very capable of fighting, and they generally have a numerical advantage, so don't take any chances when you get to the battlefield, and don't try to be a hero! Coming back safely is more important than anything else. ”

"We know you're here to help your girlfriend, but you have to remember!"

Garrosh, who was carrying a weapon on his back, also helped him:

"Only if you live, you can marry that Mera, once you die, there is nothing, this time on the battlefield without us to help you, you must protect yourself."

"If you really can't beat it, don't care about your face."

The indifferent Dranosh handed Bane his cherished black essentia battle axe, and he said to Bane:

"If you can, you can run, if you can't run... Just grit your teeth and kill those bastards! If you can't come back, we'll get you revenge! Take it, Bane, and may it protect you on the battlefield. ”

Bane looked at the tomahawk handed over by Dranoche, he shook his head, and said in an angry voice:

"I can't take this, it's what your father left you."

"Take it!"

Dranosh shoved the black tomahawk into Bane's hand, and he patted the minotaur's muscular arm:

"As it stands, you need it more than I do, and when you get back, you'll give it back to me... Bastard, you must come back alive! ”

"Hmm"

Bane silently took the tomahawk and carried it behind him, he looked at his orc brothers, and he laughed and said:

"Don't worry, I've never lost a battle."

"You go first, we will continue to persuade the Great Chief, and if things go well, when the Blood Ring Clan of Aishara withdraws, we can also send a legion to the Supreme Ridge to support you."

The orc warlock Jorin, who has not been seen for a long time. Dead Eye looked left and right, under the cold wind blowing from the shore, he couldn't help but tighten his clothes, this orc warlock wore a black blindfold on his left eye, this is the tradition of the Blood Ring Clan, which means that the young Yorin has passed the Death Eye test of the Blood Ring Chief, and he sacrificed his left eye in exchange for some foreknowledge of the future.

This also shows that Yolin has been recognized by the Blood Ring Clan, and in the future he will take over his father's hunting stick and become the chief of the Blood Ring Clan.

Jorin whispered to Bane:

"It's classified, but you just have to hold on for 1-2 months ... As long as we clear out the Evil Blood Orcs in Ashen Valley and Azhara, we will have a great deal of confidence in convincing the Great Chief, after all, the Minotaur has become a real member of the tribe, and your strength means the strength of the tribe, and I believe that the Great Chief will not just sit back and watch you fight alone in the Supreme Ridge. ”

"Hold on! Do you understand? Bain. ”

Thrall also nodded, and said to the minotaur:

"No matter what others say, no matter what they force you to do, you must keep a clear head, don't be misled by others, play a defensive battle, keep going, and we will be over to help soon! Woking is also trying to convince his father that he doesn't want you to sail to the battlefield alone, anyway, wait for us to pass! You know? ”

"Yes, I see."

Bane flicked his tail, and behind him, the sailing bell of the orc fleet had already sounded, indicating that the time had come to set sail, Bane finally hugged his brothers tightly, and then stepped on the board of the ship to board the battleship, and at the moment when the redwood warship in the style of the orc slowly sailed away from the shore, Garrosh stood on the stone block of the dock, he waved his hand to Bane continuously, and shouted:

"Wait until we get past to win the war! Bain, waiting for us! ”

"I see!"

Young people say goodbye to each other in this way, in this bad era, the smoke is everywhere, every time young people set foot on the battlefield, it means a life and death parting, life is not a legendary story, heroes will not avoid death again and again, life does not have a hero, anyone can die accidentally on the battlefield.

Life is a little more difficult than a story... It's a lot more difficult.

And when Sal and his party were saying goodbye to Bane, they didn't know that among their entourage, there was a guy who did not belong to Orgrimmar City, and he remembered all the words they said to Bane.

Unbeknownst to them, demonic minions don't just exist on the battlefields of the far-flung Broken Isles.

Demons, in fact, have always been around them.

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In Orc Orgrimmar City, there is a place similar to the slum of a human city, which the orcs call the "Dark Alley District", which is a place where the unrequited bastards gather, there are petty thieves, murderers, and some gangsters who mingle in the orc city, and it is also the stronghold of the orc warlocks who worship demons.

Of course, in the current situation, most of the orc warlocks dare not resist the great chieftain's completely stable rule, under the watchful eye of the high chief of Orgrim, the orc warlocks "peacefully" stay in the city, and occasionally some warlocks will be recruited by the orc legion, but most of the time, they will hide in the Great Rift Valley below the dark alley area, tinkering with those dark things that are not welcomed.

And in the deepest part of the Great Rift, there is a place known as the Flame Rift, which is a very active underground rift, located below the entire city, probably because of the activity of the earth's crust, there is a lot of hot magma seeping out of the ground, causing the environment of the hellish place to be very bad, even the most unsophisticated warlocks can hardly survive in that place.

But because of that terrible environment, many scum who rebelled against the rule of Grand Chief Orgrim hid there, they called themselves Fireblade Warlocks, a group of crazy worshippers of the Burning Legion, who wanted to destroy this orc city, and their leader was a low-level demon lord Hunger Taragaman who was good at concealment, they have been entrenched here since the orcs founded the city, and until now, they have not been completely wiped out.

But recently, this ghost place has a new leader, a mysterious woman, to be precise, a mysterious female demon.

"Buzz"

On the Molten Altar in the deepest part of the Flame Rift, with the insertion of a soul stone, a strange demonic communicator was opened, and in the fluctuation of light and shadow, the slightly distorted voice of the deceitr resounded in the lava-lit chamber:

"My Akali, I don't remember giving you permission to contact me..."

"Powerful fraudster..."

The tall and fiery female demon of Ereda in red leather armor knelt on the ground and replied softly:

"I have important news to report to you, the battle in the Broken Isles is about to make waves, the orc tribe of Kalimdor is already preparing to intervene in the Legion's operation to collect the Pillars of Creation, the first Bloodhoof Minotaur army to support the Supreme Ridge has set out early this morning, it is 7,000 powerful warriors equipped with engineering weapons, and as far as I know, there is also an expeditionary army on the Elven side."

"Dear Kil'Gardan, it seems that the stupid Dreadlords have leaked some news that the Legion's plot has been discovered..."

A glimmer of malice flashed in the demonic female assassin's lowered eyes, and she continued to render the bad battle situation with nine truths and one false intelligence:

"Once the tribal forces of Kalimdor have been reorganized, then those incompetent Nasrezm are destined not to recover the Pillar of Creation for the Dark Titan, my King of Ereda, why do you continue to rely on those incompetent fools? Leave this task to me, Lord Kilgardan, I have never let you down... This time, I won't disappoint you either! ”

Hearing the return of the Legion's most elite demonic assassin, Akali, the fraudsters far away from the stars were silent for a moment.

As the most cunning of the Eredar Lords, Kil'Gardan knew very well what the ambitious Eredar Demon Lords under his command wanted, and all the Eri Lords, including Akali, were unwilling to be lonely, especially after Akmund's death, and the vacant supremacy made them bark like vicious dogs that smelled the aroma of bones.

This act of stirring fire to prove the necessity of his existence has been a source of annoyance for Kilgardan, especially after receiving the news of the defeat of Lord Galaxus at Broken Beach, and the fraudsters have reached the limit of their patience with the infighting, ambitious, jumping, and incompetent Lords of Ereda.

But it doesn't reprimand them... It's not that boring yet...

"Well, Akali, I know you want to prove what you're capable of, and I know you want to prove that you're worthy of Akmund's place with a hearty victory... But I can't just send you to the Broken Isles to collect the Pillars of Creation, the Dark Titans themselves gave orders to the Dreadlords, but if you really want to share your worries with Lord Sargeras, there's a job for you right now. ”

The fraudster's voice became muffled:

"Go to Shadowkeep, find Maronus and that cunning Bainholler, and tell them both that I don't want elves and orcs to interfere with the battlefield of the Broken Isles, you three have to figure out something... Completely solve the hidden dangers of orcs and elves..."

"As long as you're good enough, Akali, I'll give you the power you want... I am known to be a generous person. ”

"Go ahead! Let me see what you're capable of..."

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