"Collapse"

Crisp bowstrings hummed in the air, and white, sharp barbed bone arrows, blessed by death energy, burst through the air like rockets, whistling into the belly of a young dragon, the black dragon let out a roar of pain, it staggered in flight, slowed down, and was soon entangled by the death crows whistling around.

The crows wielded their sharp winged blades, like a violent wind swept over the behemoth's body, each slash may only peel off a scale, but the number of crows that can't stand it is too many, just like the gathering of the dark storm, in the screams of the young dragon, the blood and scales are frantically peeled off, after the dark storm dissipates, the young dragon that lost its life falls weakly to the ground, where the necromancers are collecting the fallen corpse.

Nefarian, the prince of the black dragons, inherited most of the power of the Black Dragon Legion from Deathwing, and the number of adult black dragons that were subordinated to it was about 120, and the number of young dragons reached hundreds, which was a huge force, and could even destroy a human male city in a short period of time, but the strength of the strength was contrasted with each other, and in the face of the screamers who were all over the sky of the Burning Plains at this time, the black dragons who poured out of the nest undoubtedly fell behind.

So instead of confronting the difficult crowmen and ravens, they tried to break out as fast as they could.

This is a very smart strategy, breaking through from four directions, no matter how strong the air power of the necromancers is, they will not be able to completely trap these beings at the top of the Azeroth biochain.

But the unfortunate news is... At the behest of Tyrion, all the Death Lords and Blood Lords were invited to participate in this Black Dragon "Battle Royale" as hunters.

And their target naturally can't be a weak young dragon, for these powerful necromantic creatures, they need to use their weapons to win a mount worthy of status for themselves in this battle royale, this is not only a status symbol, but also a faint competition within the knights, no one wants to fall into this competition, therefore, the hunting targets they choose are those powerful black dragon leaders.

"Myra! Myra, damn it, you useless man, come on! I caught a big dick! ”

Luminas' roar resounded in the heart of the Blood Lord, and the madwoman seemed to have found her favorite prey and was calling him to go hunting with him. The Dawn Blade looked at the adult black dragon in front of him who had been drained of one-third of the dragon's blood and had been flying at an extremely slow speed, the dragon horns of the black dragon in front of him were very much in line with Myra's aesthetics, but he didn't care too much about the strength of the mount.

"Alas, woman, what a trouble."

Myra sighed, behind the Grim Reaper's raven, the body of the blood lord quickly turned into a vampire bat flying in the sky, like a dark howling storm, quickly caught up with the adult black dragon howling in front of him, under the persecution of Luminas, Myra no longer spared, the scorching dragon blood was like an open spring, and the body was frantically spewed out under the bite of the vampire bat, and in less than 1 minute, the adult black dragon swallowed its last breath in extreme pain.

"Keep it safe, and every dragon scale will be recovered."

Myra appeared on the ground and commanded the high-ranking knight who had gathered the dragon's corpse:

"I'm going to make it the first blood dragon in this world!"

After giving the order, the figure of the Blood Lord once again gathered into a black bat storm, and he asked in the spirit link:

"My darling, where are you? I'm here to help you. ”

The next moment, Luminas' voice full of gloom and anger rang out indignantly:

"Don't come here, that prey was snatched away by Iriel's sassy hooves and her banshee concubine, it's all your fault, you useless man, you haven't had a cheap banshee useful!"

Myra, who had suffered an unwarranted disaster, turned her head in some pain, and then saw a sneaky adult black dragon sneaking to the southeast, and it could be seen from the black dragon's wide and hideous dragon horns that this guy was definitely the leader of a black dragon, Myra's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly called out to her paranoid wife.

"Come to me, Lumi, I've found a lone elite black dragon, you're definitely going to be interested in it, and its horns are bright and dazzling, like a crown, you're going to love it!"

"Ah, I take back my previous words, you man is still of some use, wait for me, I'll come right away."

Lumi's voice was filled with joy again, and Myra looked at the cunning black dragon with pity:

"I'm sorry, brother, for the sake of my happiness, you can sacrifice yourself."

On the other side, Glokush walked out of the Blackstone Tower with the bloody breath all over his body, and looked up to see Sarufar leaning on the side and drinking alone, this death lord had no interest in this hunt, in fact, Sarufar, the lonely lord, seemed to have no interest in everything, he was like a cold robot, taking orders and carrying out orders.

And in the entire Knights, only Glokush, who is also an orc, can say a few words to him, but between the two of them, there is no deep friendship.

"You're angry, I can feel it."

Sarufar turned his head to look at Glokush with his own blue eyes, and he asked in a hollow voice:

"What's going on?"

Grokush tossed his blood-stained tomahawk aside, picked up the wine beside him, and let the tasteless liquid flow into his mouth, he wiped his mouth and whispered:

"It's Red and Maim... To my disappointment, the boy said that he was going to take on the mission of chieftain, but it turned out to be mixed up with the black dragons, like a puppet, and the descendants of the Black Hand family are actually like that. ”

"The kids just want to make something happen so that you can face them in the face, and that's the orc tradition, just like we did back then."

Sarufar snorted and turned his head to look at the scorching battlefield in the sky, every minute and every second there were downed ravens or young dragons falling from the sky, and on the ground, the necromancers had begun to attack the Blackstone Tower through the blasted gap, the war had just begun, but in the eyes of the veteran commander, it was over.

The panicked orcs simply couldn't stop the dwarven legion and the undead legion from both sides, and their defeat was only a matter of time.

"But even now, he is still stubborn and unwilling to bow his head, this kind of stubbornness and courage to fight to the death in the same vein makes me proud, but..."

A hint of worry flashed in Glokush's green eyes, "But did he really think Tyrion would let him go?" Without Aurelia here, who can make him kind? ”

"Tyrion gives you plenty of face."

Sarufar shook his head: "Our "Majesty" is a very sharp ruler, he knows how to unite everyone, as long as the red boy does not mess around, it is not a big problem to pick up a life. ”

"I hope so."

Grokush didn't want to talk about it anymore, he looked up at the black dragons trapped in the sky, he found a suitable outlet for his anger, the Death Lord summoned a Death Raven, he grabbed the axe, and said to Sarufar:

"I'm going to slaughter a few black dragons, these stupid creatures dare to coerce the descendants of the Black Hand, do you want to come?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of killing, I've killed enough people."

With a wave of his hand, Sarufar summoned his Grim Reaper, Raven, who poured the last sip of wine into his mouth and said to Glokush:

"But if it's revenge for the kids, I'm willing to warm up... I also have children, and I don't know how Dranos is now. ”

"It is said that the child is now living in the palace of Alterac, as the proton of the new tribe, as long as the human brain is fine, he will not take the initiative to harm them, safety is guaranteed, but the loss of freedom is also a pain."

When Sarufar heard this, he silently drew the reins, and as the Raven of Death rose into the sky, he said in a deep voice:

"So we're going to hit it, whatever it takes... I will give him freedom with my own hands, and then make my wrath felt by the humans who imprisoned him! ”

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There is no safe place in the scorching sky.

The Death Ravens are not afraid of the majesty of the dragons, their huge numerical superiority has forced the proud black dragons to try all means to escape from the sky, some of the black dragons who are unwilling to flee empty the sky with scorching dragon breath, each breath can burn hundreds of crows, but it is useless, those missing spaces will soon be filled by the ravens.

And the price of staying in the sky is the surrounding space, up and down, left and right, all surrounded by gloomy necromancers, those winged blades attached to the death runes pierced the solid skin, and thousands of sharp blades interlaced on the dragon scales, it was like a thousand knives.

But in the breakthrough that followed, there were still many adult black dragons who escaped the death trap of the Burning Plains, including the cunning Black Dragon Prince, Nefarion's bloodline inherited from Deathwing is very good, and the power of rage flows in its veins, making it stronger and more powerful than other adult black dragons, and even the dragon horns above its head are more majestic.

It is a dragon horn staggered on both sides of the skull, the size is very symmetrical, and it is carefully maintained, and there is a dragon horn pointing to the sky at the top of the skull, like a bone crown, so that Nefarian's dragon form is full of kingly bearing, but compared with its father's domineering and exposed dragon form, Nefarian's body has a little more haze and less domineering, which also makes many powerful old black dragons refuse to let him surrender.

They thought Nefarian was just a fool, and they were used to hiding in the shadows, having no interest in Nefarian's ambitious quest for supremacy.

Before breaking through, Nefarian had noticed the Death Lords in the sky, and with its cunning mind, it was easy to see the purpose of these Death Lords, so it used dark magic to change its body, making his massive body thin and ugly, and thus avoiding the Death Lords who were looking for beautiful mounts.

The Black Dragon Prince is not afraid of the Death Lords, its strength is stronger than that of a single Death Lord, but it knows the advantages of concealment, and the Death Gorons on the Burning Plains have brought him a great shock, and it can vaguely guess that once those giant beasts that are also at the top of the food chain join the hunt for the Black Dragon, I am afraid that the situation will only get worse.

"Whew, finally, freedom is at hand."

After flying far over the Burning Plains and the fog-shrouded Headwind Trail, Nefarion saw the peak of Red Ridge Mountain, and knew that it was so close to Stormwind that it might only take ten minutes to meet its sister, who had become incognito and thriving in the human world.

"Onexia, I'm really looking forward to seeing my expression."

A strange look flashed in Nefarion's eyes, he saw his sister as a threat, but now, he felt that his sister was the real smart one.

"Quack"

At the moment when Nefarian climbed over the highest peak of Red Ridge Mountain, a huge Reaper Raven suddenly rushed out from between the hidden rocks below, and the huge raven with a cold look in its eyes opened its sturdy beak, and with the sound and the vibration of the air, the special sound attack of the Reaper Raven smashed on Nefarian's body.

The harsh sound rattled Nefarian's eardrums, and it flapped its wings and levitated in the sky, its eyes flashing with a hint of provocative anger as it looked at the necromantic creature adorned with a gold pendant and a steel blade wrapped around its claws.

"Roar"

The scorching dragon's breath erupted from Nefarian's mouth, which was no longer hidden, like a rain of fire falling from the sky, smashing into the huge raven that rushed up, only to be nimbly dodged by the latter, this kind of death raven Nefarian had never seen before, but this did not prevent the Black Dragon Prince from sensing the threat of this raven, it was larger and more ferocious than those ravens above the Burning Plains.

"Click"

The Black Dragon Prince's strong and powerful wings slapped fiercely on the raven's head, but the latter's sharp claws also tore apart the scales of the Black Dragon Prince with a huge force, and in an angry roar, the two behemoths began a desperate struggle in the clouds at the top of the Red Ridge Mountain.

After several minutes, Nefarian imprisoned the Reaper Raven in the air with a strange dragon magic, and then tore its wings with his sharp claws, watching the unbalanced death beast smash to the ground, the victorious Black Dragon Prince let out a smug roar, it took a deep breath, and the next moment, the hotter dragon breath smashed towards the Death Raven struggling on the ground.

"Die! Be burned to ashes! Chop Pieces! ”

But after the flames dissipated, the Black Dragon Prince found that the ferocious raven had not been killed, but had been protected by a massive, dark green magical shield, and beside it stood a High Elf in black armor with a moon-shaped sword in his hand.

Tyrion looked up at the Black Dragon Prince hanging in the sky, a hint of anger flashing in his ice-blue eyes.

"Stupid guy, I was just away for a moment, and you injured my favorite mount... Very well, then use yourself to pay off the debt! ”