To the surprise of Black Horn, walking in the lair of the Black Dragon Princess did not make him feel evil, darkness, or disgust.

Just like the manor of a true human nobleman, even if it was built within the mountain wall, Onexia dressed the place in her own way.

On both sides of the well-repaired mountain wall, every 20 meters, there is a chandelier fixed to the mountain wall, in the shining light, large murals hang on both sides of the mountain wall, it can be seen that it is a master painting technique, describing human speculation about dragons, as well as some mythological stories, and what makes Black Corner even more surprising is that the floor of this corridor is not obsidian, but almost extravagant smooth floors polished with marble.

On both sides of the corridor, there are also many sculpture-like decorations, some with a strong human civilization style, some from other races, and even a worm lord who has been made as a taxidermy, it seems that this is the latest decoration, probably from the battlefield of Silisus.

This contrast left Black Horn a little confused, and he felt that he was not walking in the lair of a cruel black dragon, but in the manor of a human nobleman.

The black dragon princess who was leading the way in front seemed to sense the confusion of the black horn, she turned her head to look at the black horn, and whispered:

"I've lived in the human kingdom for a long time, and in fact, I'm used to being a human, so when I built this lair, I also used the decoration habits of the human side, which I think is good, but unfortunately, our companions don't think so, they feel that they are very powerful, and they want to be the master of the world..."

A hint of disdain flashed on the beautiful and indifferent face of the Black Dragon Princess:

"Poor bastards, they don't know anything..."

"Onexia, I..."

Black Horn wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the Black Dragon Princess:

"Call me Katarina, or call me Oni, you have the qualifications... My other one, my brother. ”

"Okay, Katerina."

As he walked on the polished floor, he whispered:

"I live in the Supreme Ridge, I have lived in the Minotaur clan of the Supreme Ridge for 10,000 years, I can probably guess what you think, I also think that is what we should live, but unfortunately, the High Ridge Clan is threatened by demons, and I need help... I'm here for help. ”

"We'll talk about that later."

A playful smile flashed across Countess Presto's face, and she reached out and brushed her long smooth black hair, and whispered:

"Why don't you tell me about you? Black Corner, about your past, about your birth, about your life, I'm interested. ”

Hei Jiao was a little hesitant, although he had not dealt with his compatriots in 10,000 years, but he was also a black dragon, he could guess the thoughts of these compatriots, and he could feel the kind of scrutiny that this powerful "sister" in front of him who had never met before.

But after more than ten seconds of hesitation, Noire still spoke, and in the crisp sound of Katerina's high heels and the floor, Noire also told his story:

"I'm not like you, Katarina, I was born before the War of the Ancients, before our father fell, to be exact."

This sentence made the countess's eyes narrow, she knew very well the meaning of the words of the black horn, which showed that the black horn was a pure black dragon... The blood of a true black dragon flowed through his veins, not the blood of Deathwing's depravity after being tempted and fallen by the Elder Gods.

This is probably the last pure black dragon in the history of Azeroth, right?

"I have not lived through the War of the Ancients, for at that time I was still stored in the treasury of the Supreme Ridge in the form of a dragon egg, and I have never met our father, our mother, and the only thing I know about them is from Huon. Gao Ling learned there. ”

A hint of nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the black horn, and he whispered:

"Hunn is also my savior, after banishing our mad father, he hatched me with the Titan energy in the Hammer of Kazgros, a sacred relic of the Supreme Ridge lineage, and the moment I hatched out of the eggshell, the first life I saw was him, Hunn was more like my father than Deathwing, he hid me in the cave of the Supreme Ridge, he taught me to hunt, taught me the writing and culture of the Minotaurs, and when he became old, I finally came of age, and at the moment he died, He gave me an important mission. ”

The voice of the black horn became vicissitudes:

"I have been guarding his descendants in the place of Hun for nearly 10,000 years, Katarina, I want to confess that although my appearance, my blood is a black dragon, but my soul... It's a Supreme Minotaur! From this point of view, you and I, and those black dragons outside, are not real compatriots, and I have no intention of joining you, let alone taking your leadership in the black dragons, you can rest assured about this. ”

"No, I've never been worried about that, Black Horn."

The countess replied simply:

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

"This group of black dragons is surrendered to another person, a real big man, please come with me, with your bloodline and your status, you are qualified to meet him, and I believe, he is also very much looking forward to seeing you."

Noire wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Caterina's eyes, and the countess stood in front of a closed door, her hand resting on the deadbolt, and she looked at Noire and whispered:

"You're here for help, for the minotaurs you've sheltered? That's fine, but it's not up to me, Black Horn, my strange brother, you'll have to convince this big man to help you... Of course, if you refuse, you can leave now, and no one will hurt you. ”

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

It was a study-like hall, completely decorated in human style, opposite the shelves full of books on three sides, there was a burning fireplace, the crystal chandelier at the top of the room gave off a gentle glow, and in the sofa in front of the black corner, sat a figure with his back to him, it was a human figure, his hair was a little gray, but it was neatly combed like those of the human nobles.

When the black horn entered, he was leaning back on the sofa, holding a copy of the General History of the Empire of Man in both hands, which seemed to be reading with relish, and on the table beside him, there was half a bottle of fine wine, and in the goblet, there was also a glass of crimson liquid.

"Father... He's coming. ”

The countess stood with her hands tied, but the first words she said made the Black Horn tremble... The father of the black dragon princess Onexia has only one... Deathwing!

It... Is it still alive? It's not already... Dead?

"Well, it seems that my masked child is thinking about why his evil father is still alive, what a disobedient thought, according to my original temper, I should probably pull you out and cramp..."

The hoarse voice came into the ears of the black horn, and the pure-blooded black dragon subconsciously appeared fear in his heart, and he turned around and wanted to escape, but Deathwing sitting on the sofa... Oh no, he has a new name now, Dragon, and Mr. Dragon, who was sitting on the sofa, put the book in his hand on the table, and then took the goblet, and he stood up, and put the red wine in front of his eyes, and shook it gently.

In the swirl of the wine, the power engraved in the veins of the Black Horn forced him to turn around and face the current King of the Black Dragon, the Guardian of the Earth, the War Dragon of the Legion, Dragon...

However, when the black horn raised his head, what he saw was not a crazy middle-aged man, but an elegant human being, the face of the former Count Presto, handsome with a hint of deep temperament, and in those eyes, there was no longer the chaos and madness of the past.

This kind of temperament seems to be extremely inconsistent with the rumored Deathwing that will lead to the end of the world.

"What? Are you thinking about why your crazy dad suddenly became calm and sane? ”

With one hand in his pocket, Nessario gracefully put the wine in his mouth with the other, and after sipping a refreshing drink, he strolled up to his strange son, looked him in the eye, and then shook his head:

"I hate this minotaur disguise, it's stupid, and it doesn't fit our long-standing tradition of elegance, the tradition of the Presto family, which is supposed to be a human illusion..."

As he spoke, Nesario's fingers rested on Blackhorn's shoulders, and the huge magic poured into Blackhorn's body, forcibly disguised his minotaur into a human form that resembled Onexia's other brother, Nefarian, with black hair and black eyes, and a slender and handsome body, but lacking Nefarian's signature coldness and twist.

"That's good, Ibcien, that's your name... Yes, I remember you, my child. ”

Nesario took a step back, looked his work up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and then handed the red wine in his hand to his precious daughter, while Countess Caterina, who had been terrified of her father to the extreme, reached out to take her father's wine glass, and then stood quietly aside.

She was no longer afraid of her father, at least not on the surface, although a few days ago, when Nesario appeared in front of her, the Black Dragon Princess was so frightened that she almost fainted.

But now it's different, she can already be sure that her father, from that crazy depravity, has woken up, the curse of ten thousand years has ended, and his father has replaced the crazy whispers of the ancient gods with another curse, of course, this is also because of the fallen titan Agrama who is far away in the world of Argus personally intervened, otherwise how can the fallen curse of the ancient gods be so easy to get rid of?

"You... Are you sober? ”

The black horn in human form looked at Nesario in front of him in disbelief, and he asked with some suspicion:

"Or is this another crazy conspiracy?"

"Sober? No, my child. ”

Nesario said calmly in his eyes, but in the depths of his eyes, there was indeed a green flame that could not be ignored:

"Evil energy is still burning my mind, this is the new shackles that the legion has set for me, Ibcien, every minute and every second, that instinct of destruction is prompting me to destroy this world, but compared to the maddening whispers that the ancient gods once descended on me, the burning of evil energy, it seems so happy, I am not fully awake, but Deathwing, that madman is completely dead."

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

"Evil powers?"

The black horn's eyes narrowed:

"You took refuge in the Legion? Belonging for demons? ”

"Yes, I'm now the Burning Legion's War Dragon, Dragon, at least that's what they call me."

Nesario replied in a tone of indifference:

"The Fraudster has given me a new mission, and it wants me to cooperate with the Legion to destroy this world so that it can win the love and reward of the Dark Titans, and it is a complete arrogant person, and in my opinion, it may not deserve the title of Fraudster, but what can I say? Considering they did help me lift that crazy curse, I'll just let them go. ”

"What about you?"

The black horn asked again:

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

"What a fool's errand, my son."

Nesario laughed, as if he had heard some great joke, and he looked at his son Black Horn, or Ibcien, and said in a calm tone:

"Why should I be on the side where I might lose? Am I that reckless? Remember, kid, the Presto family never bet before the situation is completely clear, we have to learn to be calm and watch, and from the current situation, at least in the world of Azeroth, it is very difficult for the Legion to win, you know what I mean? ”

"Never be on the side of the loser... Of course, don't confront them head-on, the demons' brains are not very good, but they are hateful and crazy in revenge, I mean, I will help you, Ibicien, my daughter, your sister Catalina will help you lobby in the Human Empire, but you will have to cooperate with her. The Presto family is withering, and from now on, we must learn to hide behind the scenes, and learn from Tyrion on the other side of the sea..."

"Demons think that every life is a pawn that they can play with at will, but you see, I used to be a standard-bearer of chess, and I didn't like to be used as a pawn by others, so I finally gained my freedom... I'm going to have to enjoy this kind of freedom that I've been missing for a long time, and then to those old friends, Cthun is dead, and I'm left with Enzos and Yug Saron, and I'll have to settle accounts with them. ”

A dark green glint flashed in Nesario's eyes, and he said with a smile:

"Of course, you may not know that I have a little trouble with the Necromantic King, but that's a thing of the past, so let it pass, Ibcien, I've heard that there are some wurms in the Shattered Isles? You see, if the Black Dragon Legion is to be rebuilt, it must have enough manpower, and I will talk to my lovely sister Alexstaza, I heard that she has been having a bad time this time, and she needs the comfort of an old friend, as for you, Ibcien..."

"When I return, I'm going to see those weak but malleable storm dragons return to the Black Dragon Legion... Can you do it? ”

"Oh, by the way, my poor son, you haven't seen your mother since you were born, take the time to meet her, and my poor Nessterra will be delighted."