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After saying goodbye to the reluctant little Gianna and vowing to help her beat up her two older brothers who bullied her, Carl and Onexia left Dalaran.

"Onnie," Karl said as he looked at Onyxia, "you don't have to go this time. ”

"Carl?!" Onexia looked at Carl in shock, "I have to go, Carl, I don't want you to face him alone." ”

"Oni, listen to me." Carl hugged the somewhat excited Onexia, "This time I infiltrated Grimbaatar, mainly to rescue the queen of the red dragon, there will be no danger, Deathwing has other dragon kings to deal with, and it is easy for you to arouse their suspicion if you go." "Onexia knows Karl's temperament, and once he decides, the nine cows can't pull it back, "And if Deathwing finds out that you are there, I'm afraid I'll be sure that you've betrayed him, and if he goes berserk and hurts you, then I'll regret it!" ”

"Promise me, go back to Quel'Thalas and wait for my news, okay? I promise you, I will come back intact. ”

Karl said affectionately to Onexia, and after a few moments, Onexia nodded hesitantly.

"If things don't go against you, don't be pushy, okay? Carl, he's been crazy, completely crazy, and he's not going to keep his hands. ”

"Don't worry, I won't lose to him in terms of the ability to escape."

Despite some reluctance, Onexia left under Karl's gaze. Karl then rushed to the sky, straight for Grimbaatar.

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Necrus pondered how his ruined bones had changed his fate for so long. Fiddling with his sallow fangs in one hand and a golden disc in the other, he wondered how a man of his might could have been sent to guard and care for a female prisoner whose purpose was to lay eggs. Although she has an extraordinary background, she is the Queen of Ancient Dragons.

And in addition, an orc with a stump like Necruz can't squeeze into the chieftain's circle no matter how strong he is.

The glow of the golden disc seemed to mock him.

No, it had been laughing at him, but Necruz had never thought of throwing it away. It was thanks to this disc that Necruz earned a status that is still revered by the warriors of the tribe, even though he had lost hope in himself since his left calf was cut off by the human knight.

Necruz's eyes fell on his remaining knees and the wooden prosthetics at the lower ends, and there would never be more hearty battles and legends that killed and drank blood, and the other orc warriors would rather kill themselves than steal their lives. But he didn't have the courage to cut himself in the neck or stab his sword in the heart, the thought was enough to make Necruz shudder, but he didn't dare tell anyone. Necruz wants to live, no matter what the cost.

He secretly rejoiced in his talent as a warlock, and if it weren't for his genius warlock skills, Nexus would have been dragged back to the battlefield by the rest of the Dragonthroat Clan, where his shattered corpses would have been fed on by wild dogs or rotted in the dirt.

In fact, his talent as a warlock was revealed a long time ago, and he received the true inheritance of several powerful warlocks. However, Nexus did not choose to become a warlock, and in his opinion, the shady profession of a warlock not only did not contribute much to the tribe, but could also tarnish the reputation of the tribe.

So he returned to the ranks of the warriors. However, after he lost his left calf, in order to survive, he had to join the sorcerers he had always despised for man.

Then, his chieftain, the great shaman Zuruhid, told him that he needed to contribute another ability—one that even other orcs could not imagine, a magical power that surpassed mortal power, and the purpose of mastering this power was to capture Alexstrasza, the queen of the red dragon.

Demon Soul - that's the name of the golden disk, the artifact that Chief Zuruhid needs him to master.

Luckily, many orc warlocks, even the shaman Zuluhid himself, were unable to master this powerful artifact, but it seemed to be a natural fit for Necruz, and it began to shine the moment Necruz came into contact with it.

In this way, under the firm guidance of Zuluhid and the successful warlock magic of Necruz himself, Necruz achieved incredible results in just two days, so much so that when he successfully captured the Red Dragon Queen with the Demon's Soul, the shock and incredulity on the Red Dragon Queen's face made him feel a kind of comfort that he had never felt from head to toe.

Necrus flipped over and over to admire the Demon Soul, once again marveling at the magnitude of the ancient artifact's simple form. The texture of pure gold, which resembles a giant coin with a round edge, shines in the tiniest light, and neither blood, oil nor mud can tarnish its luster.

Necruz clutched the demonic soul in his hand and slowly walked through the gloomy cave passages. The Dragonmaw Clan has gone to great lengths to expand the abandoned city of the Dwarves, and in order to hatch the eggs, the Dragonmaw Orcs have even dug deeper caves, so that the Misaligned Sect's pathway structure can keep the hatching work and the heavy task of training the dragon knights in order.

"How can I get her to lay more eggs?"

Necrus thought as he walked. Recently, the Horde has been in a bad situation, and the High Chief's plan to raid the city of Lordaeron has been thwarted by the traitor Gul'dan, and the orc army is now retreating to the port in the wetlands and Stormwind.

Most of the dragon knights were sent by the Great Chief to hunt down the traitor Gul'dan, and what was left was not enough to help the orcs fend off the human army. The Great Chief asked Zuluhid for more dragon knights, and in the end, the burden fell to Necruz.

Necruz was not angry, on the contrary, he was quite happy, although such a work did not have the slightest honor to speak of, but it brought him a higher status than warriors and warlocks, as can be seen from the two newly recruited dragoons who had just bowed to him.

Swept off the fire puppets stationed at the entrance of the giant cave where the red dragon was held, one of the mysterious powers of the Demon Souls. A humanoid shadow, but a boiling flame wrapped around its body like armor, this monster is the perfect guard. Without thoughts, the flames of hell around him seemed to have no heat, but Necruz had seen it with his own eyes, an orc warrior accidentally touched a little of its spark, and then the raging flames consumed him, and the brave orcs died on the battlefield, suffering and wailing, and finally reduced to ashes. The monster wholeheartedly carried out the orders of the Demon Souls owner, and he, Necruz, was the only one who could control the monster.

"I know you'll be here soon."

As soon as Nexus stepped into the cave, a loud voice echoed through the cave.

It's the Red Dragon Queen.

The dragon's crimson body, once glittered with the gorgeous sheen of metal, and though she still covered the cavern from head to tail, she had been emaciated lately, her ribs looming under her skin, and she spoke with a gossamer. In such a predicament, the hatred in the dragon's golden eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Necruz was not afraid, he held the demon soul tightly in his hand, faintly facing the head of the red dragon queen just in case. The Red Dragon Queen could easily turn him to ashes with just a few breaths, though he was confident that the Red Dragon Queen would not dare to do so because of her dragon eggs.

"What do you need?"

Necruz snorted, if it weren't for the production of more dragon eggs, this red dragon queen would have become a meal for the orcs.

"Kill me!"

Necruz sneered, full of disdain for the arrogance and innocence of the red dragon. After capturing the Red Dragon Queen, she did not try to escape or go on a hunger strike, but the chains attached to the power of the demon's soul made the dragon's massive power useless, and when she wanted to kill herself by hunger strike, Necrus only needed to pick up a dragon egg and break it, and the haughty queen could no longer maintain her composure, bowing her head to the orcs.

Necrus put away the Demon Soul and picked up a dragon egg that had just been produced, which was full of weight, and it seemed that it could hatch a sturdy young dragon, but unfortunately there were only five of them, which was much less than before.

He glanced at the other smaller dragon beside the Red Dragon Queen, it was an old male red dragon, and if it weren't for the loss of the spouses of the previous young and sturdy Red Dragon Queens, Necrus would not have allowed this old dragon to mate with the queen to produce dragon eggs. Everyone knows that young and strong dragons produce better offspring.

The Red Dragon Queen noticed the orc's gaze, a hint of mockery and pain on her lips.

"Taran is dying, too. If he's gone, there won't be any more dragon eggs, and your plot won't succeed. The Red Dragon's voice was so low that Necrus could barely hear it, and she gasped hard, as if her overwhelmed body was even weaker than what she had just said.

"Then find another one!" Necrus was adamant that he believed that in addition to her heirs, there was still a queen in the Red Dragon Legion.

The Red Dragon Queen sneered, closed her eyes and said nothing.

Necruz glanced at her, making sure she wasn't in danger, and then turned and walked to the hole.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, my lord."

As soon as Necrus walked out of the cave, a shrill voice rang in his ears. A green-skinned goblin with only bat-pointed ears and sharp teeth stood there with a humble expression.

"There's important news, very, very important news, and I'm sure you'll be interested."

Necruz stared at the cunning goblin who had led Zuluhid to the Demon Soul artifact.

"Hope that's good news, Krell!"

Goblin Kryll tried to keep up with the lame orc, his small neck bobbing up and down like a doll with a broken neck.

"Trust me, Lord Necruz, trust me, this news will not disappoint you......"

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