"Ahem"

The scorching golden flames burned on the corpse, quickly evaporating all the liquid in the corpse, leaving only a dry corpse, and Red barely survived the first round of shelling. The black hand pushed away the corpse with difficulty, his whole body was burned, and the red blade in his hand was melted by a third.

He shook his head, awake from the vertigo of the fall and impact, and he lowered his head, the smug Commander Vaughn had turned into a dried corpse, but even so, there was still a look of horror on his thin cheeks.

Red picked up a stick from the ground, he turned around, he had worked hard to build an entire arsenal and the skillful, loyal orcs, all destroyed, the disgusting smell echoed through the ruins of the hall with the scorched air, Red looked up at the collapsed mountain wall in front of him, the sun of the burning plain shining through the melted rocks into the dim blackstone tower, making Red sluggish.

After a few seconds, he gasped for breath, as if he was going crazy, and climbed up the scorching ruins in front of him with his hands and feet, and he lay at the mouth of the cave that melted and shaped like glass, and from a height of hundreds of meters, he looked at the distant burning plain below, at this height, the entire burning plain could faintly fall into his eyes.

And what did Chief Blackstone see?

He saw a whole silent legion, black, with broken bladed banners, silently lined up on the ground beneath the Blackstone Tower, the death knights on their horses, the silent skeleton infantry, and the behemoths standing on the earth, the black tide that spread to the end of his vision made him feel dizzy.

Red swallowed hard, he looked up and looked at the sky, in the endless sky, the crows he had seen in Draenor as a child were flapping their wings and covering the sky, how many ravens were there? Fifty thousand? Lakh? Or is it more?

Although he had imagined the scenario he would face before the war with the Necromancy, it was only now, after witnessing first-hand the forces to which his father was loyal, that Red was ashamed of his poor imagination... At the same time, a strange emotion rose in his heart.

Consider oneself inferior to another? Fear?

No, it's neither!

"Really, it's overwhelming..."

Red muttered to himself, he thought he could resist such a force, a few minutes ago, he had thought that he could defeat the undead in one fell swoop and impress his old father, but now, he saw it.

This is a force that can make the world tremble... He saw it.

Red stood on the edge of the completely broken mountain like a sluggish patient, he watched as the necromancers below calibrated the muzzles of the cannons again, and when the focal mirrors above those strange cannons were opened again, dozens of pale golden pillars of light appeared in the sky, and the crystals on the top of those cannons shone with a dazzling light, and the Great Chief knew that they were about to attack again.

The undead didn't even think about fighting a positional battle with the orcs, they wanted to use this cruel and spectacular way to directly destroy the entire Blackstone Tower.

"Buzz"

Once again, a golden glow enveloped Red. The vision of the black hand forced him to close his eyes, even so, the scorching light like the sun still made his glasses rise, and that burning sensation made Red give up resistance, he couldn't block such an attack, he was even ready to die in battle, but after more than ten seconds, when the temperature returned to normal again, he opened his eyes, but only saw the mountain rocks that slipped in front of him.

Red jerked his head up and looked at the swaying cave above, at the very top of the Black Stone Tower, where the Black Dragons lived...

"Black Dragon, that's what they're really aiming for... They didn't take the orcs seriously at all..."

A sense of humiliation rose in Red's heart, and he clenched the weathered stick in his hand, and the chief gritted his teeth and staggered through the earthquake-like tunnel, still unwilling to fail, he had to make a last effort.

At the same time, in the chaos and fear of the Blackstone Tower, the silent pillar of death light left the orcs at the back, and after realizing that the other side of the fortress had been attacked horribly, the orcs on the front line became terrified, and at this fatal moment, the dwarven necromancers attacked again, and this time, they used the dwarven housekeeping skills.

Artillery!

Hundreds of cannons placed on carts were pushed out of the Darkhearth, and the necromantic gunners lined them up on the periphery of the large circular staircase below the Blackstone Tower, as well as the restored steel and stone golems, also appeared in the necromantic formation, and seeing this scene, even the most courageous orcs realized that they had lost.

The madmen on the other side were not afraid that the internal bombardment would tear the mountain apart and bury themselves in the ruins, and the living orcs feared this terrible end, so after the first round of shelling, between the spicy smell of gunpowder and the crumbling rocks, the orcs and trolls who were holding their positions scattered.

The necromancers opened the passage to the Blackstone Tower almost effortlessly, and at this time, all the order in the Blackstone Tower had collapsed.

"Bang"

The door to the lair of the Black Dragons on the upper level of the Black Stone Tower was pushed open, and Red, who was covered in terrible burns, rushed into the Lair of the Black Wings with the last of his loyal warriors, which was the name that the Black Dragon Prince had given to his palace.

And those black dragons and dragons who were usually arrogant and unwilling to say a word to the orcs were also running in a hurry, and the sunlight shone into this dark palace from between the stripped mountains, and Red turned his head to see a small giant dragon man whose body had been melted away.

He recognized it.

Razogar, the dragonman general in charge of guarding the black dragon eggs, was hot-tempered and stupid and arrogant, and now it seems that this unlucky guy was unlucky, and was directly pierced through his body by the terrible rays of sunlight in the silent attack just now.

Under the fear of silent arrival, these proud dragons are no different from orcs, and after seeing the weapons that can destroy their powerful bodies, dragons will also be afraid, because they will also bleed.

"Black Hand!"

A rough voice sounded in front of the orc chieftain's eyes, and when Red raised his head, he saw an adult black dragon flapping its wings and flying quickly, this guy's huge body almost blocked the passage in front of him, it hovered in the low palace, stared at the orcs in front of it with yellow snake eyes, and said in a loud voice:

"Come with me, the prince wants to see you!"

The black hand nodded silently, stepped forward quickly, and climbed behind the black dragon's back, his guards also tried to follow, but were stopped by the black dragon.

"He's the only one! Everyone else go back! Otherwise, I'll eat you! ”

The rude black dragon threw down the threat, and turned around the palace with difficulty, flapping its wings and speeding towards the deepest part of the palace.

Blackwing's Lair is a mysterious place, and one night three years ago, Red. After the Black Hand reached some agreement with the sudden appearance of the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, the palace that originally belonged to the Blackstone Chief was "given" to Nefarian, and in return, the Black Dragons would also give some test items to the orcs as weapons of war.

For example, those dragon beasts that lack wisdom, that is the defective product of Nefarian's biological experiments, dragon beasts, which seem to be distorted creatures, are actually inferior varieties hatched from dragon eggs, and after the unfertilized dragon eggs hatch, they can easily grow into this kind of half-human and half-dragon creatures, and only those dragon eggs that are really laid by male and female mating can grow into real dragons.

Dragons like beasts are born on the same principle as dragonbeasts, and in the dragon's social system, these defects belong to minions.

The Black Hand rode behind the black dragon Filmer, flying quickly through the transformed palace, and in the darkness, he could faintly see some jars placed in the corner, filled with green liquid and some dead dragon organs, or directly the corpses of young dragons, not only black dragons, but also the young dragons of other dragons.

This eerie scene proves that the "experimental" Black Dragon Prince is not actually a good character to deal with, in fact, at times, the Black Hand feels that he is just a puppet, and it is the mysterious and powerful Prince His Royal Highness who really controls the Black Stone Tower.

"Wow"

The black dragon Filmer let out a roar, and in the light of the transfiguration, it turned into a human with black hair and black eyes, and the black hand was thrown aside in embarrassment, and in front of him, a quaint throne, and the black dragon prince Nefarian sat there, and several other leaders of the pure-blooded black dragons were guarding him.

The black hand rose from the ground, trying to make his expression look submissive.

"The undead were a real eye-opener for me."

A magnetic voice sounded, and the Black Dragon Prince stood up from his throne, his form at this time was a human with a noble aura, his perfectly combed hair stuck to the top of his head, his eyes burning like his father's, his body slender, wearing a magnificent black robe, a crown of flames on top of his head, and in his hand he held a scepter inlaid with dark red gems like dragon claws.

He is the son of Deathwing, the elder brother of the Black Dragon Princess Onexia, cruel, cunning, forbearant and scheming, powerful, so after Deathwing's mysterious disappearance, he became the king of all Black Dragons.

Nefarian walked beside the Black Hand, and he wiped the dust from the arms of the orc chieftain with his own hands, and he whispered:

"They destroyed the lower level of the Black Wing Lair with that weird sunlight weapon, but the upper layer is built on top of the Black Rock Mountain, so there is no need to worry about them attacking here, and it is safe here."

"But it won't be safe forever, King of Blackstone..."

Red said this title very unwillingly, and the praise of the King of Blackstone made Nefarian's eyes narrow:

"The King of Blackstone? I love the title, but now is not the time to talk about it, the undead are menacing, they are obviously going to take over this place, in fact, Blackstone Mountain is just a dispensable palace for me, but the problem is that I have some valuable items to move before leaving... And I hope that the valiant orc warriors will buy me some time. ”

Although the voice was very tactful, the hidden strength and ruthlessness inside made the Black Hand Chief grit his teeth:

"We can't stop them, there are too many of them."

The Black Hand's questioning seemed to have long been in the Black Dragon Prince's consideration, and he waved his finger and said to the Black Hand:

"Of course I won't let you attack the undead army, I will provide you with a batch of young dragons, with their help, you should be able to survive the initial attack... Rest assured, Mr. Chief, I will have my brave subordinates go to your aid if necessary. ”

After saying that, the prince turned around and waved his hand:

"Go ahead, do what you have to do, chief, you don't want to fail, I can feel it... Left and right are just hiding for a while, looking for opportunities to fight back, don't worry, I have an excellent hiding place, right in the Blackstone Tower, and I will tell you, as long as you move quickly enough, those undead will never find you! ”

The Black Hand wanted to say something, but seeing the Black Dragon Leaders around him staring at him with dangerous eyes, the orc took a hard breath and finally turned away.

"Hmph, a coward who thinks he's a hero."

Black Dragon Filmer watched with disdain as the black hand disappeared at the end of the hall, a hint of cunning flashed in his yellow snake eyes, he looked at his prince and asked in a low voice:

So, what do we do? His Royal Highness the Prince? ”

"Ugh..."

Nefarian sighed in disappointment as he sat back on his throne as he looked at the platform of the palace, where the Legion of Screamers had begun to move towards the top of the Blackstone Tower, and soon the Raven would launch a surprise attack on the Blackwing's Lair from the sky.

"I wanted to achieve my dreams here, but now it seems that the Blackstone Tower is also an eventful place."

Nefarian rubbed his chin, and after a moment, he said to the other Black Dragon leaders:

"Going separately, everyone with some clansmen, leaving from all directions, meeting in Stormwind, I think, my delicate sister, probably won't refuse the request for help from the Presto family, and I heard that she has achieved a very noble status in Stormwind City, which is good, it's time for the Presto family to rise again."

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Black Dragon Prince:

"It's time to return to the service of the great human empire, and the Black Dragon Legion will return to the shadow of the empire... The undead are coming in a rage, and no one knows what they want, so it's better for us to keep a low profile for a while. ”

"Tell Maolorac to activate all of the Blackwing Blood Ring's defenses, and let him contain those orcs to stay here if necessary, and hold on as long as possible... It's time for that old immortal to die for the glory of the Black Dragon Legion. ”