Nefarian exclaimed that the dragon was the strongest creature in Azeroth, and that these tribes were all turtles, and that he could really scare the tribe's turtles before he had seen the diseased elemental lords, the titan creations, and the even more sick ancient gods. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The expression on the orc's face clearly written 'You have a reason, we admire', which greatly satisfied Nefarian's vanity.

He pointed to a particularly large black dragon next to him, with two huge horns on its forehead.

"Saberian!" When he called out the name of the black dragon, the other black dragons lowered their heads: "He's my lieutenant, in charge of everything. He and a few other companions will carry your orcs to the island you mentioned. As for the trip to Dalaran, I will take you there myself. ”

No orc or death knight dared to defy what Nefarian had to say.

Using [Demon Soul] to control a guardian dragon, or even an entire army of dragons, was two years ago.

At that time, the grave of Zuluhid, who dared to do this, would be at least a foot tall if the grass could grow, and in fact, the body of the former Dragonthroat Chief was pushed into the middle of the scorching canyon by the Alliance logistics forces and the remains of 200,000 orcs, and it was once the lava crack that the giant fire elemental Baron Gatun had emerged.

The orcs simply felt in silence, fearful of the power of every simple word in the words of the dragon king in human form. Curious and attentive, Nefarian watched as he crossed over their new Grand Chieftain and gave orders directly to each of them.

Compared to his father, the former prince of the black dragon, the current king of the black dragon, Nefarian, seems to know the way of the emperor better.

Blind pressure cannot be exchanged for loyalty, and even so-called obedience can be greatly reduced. The corners of Nefarian's masculine lips turned up slightly, and he spoke again:

"Of course, I have no intention of being your master, and your strong request is the exception. Now, we can only say that we are aligned with our interests...... So-called allies. ”

His words immediately made the chiefs of the tribe feel much better.

Nefarian's smile became more and more mysterious: "You will not be the only opponents of the Alliance. The Black Dragons will take you to the Tirisfard Glade to find the Grom* Hellroaring Warsong Clan, and I will have the Black Hand Brothers' Black Fang Clan send troops from the Burning Plains to attack the Red Ridge Mountains and attack the Alliance's back paths. ”

"Brother Black Hand Red, and Maim!?" Naozu was stunned by the unexpected news.

"Yes! After completing the mission of the former Grand Chief Orgrim from the Mausoleum of Sargeras in the Endless Sea, they came to Blackstone Mountain and foolishly took possession of Blackstone Fortress. If I hadn't given them some guidance, they would have been a bunch of dead people. Now, they are my servants. Nefarian raised his chin slightly.

This is definitely great news for the main tribal force trapped in the Cursed Lands.

After all, the Cursed Lands has nothing but lifeless red earth, and even supplies have to be brought in from Draenor. Nao Zu really couldn't imagine what would happen if hundreds of thousands of orcs were really crammed here.

Maybe the Coalition doesn't even need to destroy them, they themselves will starve to death here, or kill each other and lead to destruction.

However, Nefarian's gift package doesn't stop there.

All of a sudden, he pulled something out of the space storage bag.

When the chiefs of the tribe saw this clearly in the misty moonlight, they let out an irrepressible exclamation in unison.

What did they see!?

The Great Traitor of the Horde, the head of the former Warlock King Gul'dan, who is believed to have directly contributed to the defeat of the war against the Alliance!

There was still a terrifying expression on his hideous face.

His life, his sins, his self-inflicted, all stayed in the moment before he died.

Looking at his expression, it is completely conceivable that when he was full of confidence and wanted to steal the power of the fallen Titan Sargeras, he was met with the most violent backlash from the tide of demons, and what a huge gap in loss and panic was.

I don't know how Nefarian did it, but Guldan's head didn't have any decay, and it was presented in front of the tribe in its entirety.

"I ...... Can I see this traitor's head?"

"Absolutely. With a flick of Nefarian's hand, Gul'dan's head was thrown to the ground like a bag of garbage.

Several orc commanders lit torches to make the light more visible.

The chiefs of the first-class clans gathered in a circle, watching with angry expressions.

"It's him! It's definitely him! My unscrupulous disciple -- hahaha! Guldan! You have retribution! Is this what will happen to you in the end? Hahahaha!" As Guldan's former master, Nao Zu has an absolute say in the identification of the head.

For a moment, the chiefs erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

If it weren't for being beaten like dogs by the Alliance half an hour ago, they would have liked to have a big bonfire to celebrate Gul'dan's death!

"In the end!?no!Obviously, the great traitor of this tribe can atone for his sins in his own way!" Nefarian said in a demagogic voice, giving Naozu a premonition that he would not be able to refuse his next proposal.

Nefarian was a little bit away from the void, and Gul'dan's hideous head began to wither rapidly under the gaze of all the chiefs.

The few hairs first dry up and dissipate into ashes in the air.

Then the skin and scalp attached to the skull, as well as the shriveled and shrunken brain, began to fall to the ground in pieces.

The last thing that appeared in front of them was a hideous white-brown orc skull.

However, the thick aura of evil and darkness wrapped around the skull told everyone how powerful the owner of the skull was during his lifetime.

"It's ......," Naozu's palms trembled.

"Since this is an artifact made from Gul'dan's human head, then you can call him [Gul'dan Skull]!" the smile on Nefarian, the Black Dragon King, widened.

"Haha!ha

Not only Naozu, but the other chiefs let out a wanton laugh of great revenge.

When the orcs had finished celebrating, Nefarian raised his hand: "Go, the third thing you want is in Karazhan." Use your newfound artifact to destroy that weak human hairy boy, Duke Marcus!"

"Of course, I'll go!" Naozu's old body, supported by this newfound strength, seemed to grow younger. (To be continued.) )