After Naozu fled with his men, the daily life of the expeditionary force changed dramatically. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Dwarves of the Thunderspear Guard and the Griffon Knight of the Hammer became idle, only to learn that Drunken Wind had found a plant that could make wine, and the two groups of dwarves began to fight for wine.

The dwarves didn't care at all how spicy the wine that the drunken wind had forcibly fermented in a short time with the fire grass was, and drank it if they didn't accept it, and drank it until they vomited, and then drank it, and even forced Lothar to move his tent farther away from the place where the dwarves were drinking--this spicy smell of the eyes, Lothar really couldn't stand it.

But there are also benefits to fighting, and the most elite of these two different dwarves are now like a family. The Thunderspear's Copperbeard Dwarves let go of the pride of the Ironforge Guards, and the Hammer Dwarves let go of the griffin knights' glory, and the friendship between the two groups quickly warmed up in the spirits.

The Windrangers are quietly staying in the camp to train and read, and their long lifespan makes the High Elves very good at passing the time, and they quietly do what they like to do.

Compared to the dwarves and elves, the daily routine of the human soldiers is much more normal - training in the morning, and in the afternoon the boys go out hunting together, and although the Tanaan jungle is very barren by this time, there are many secluded places infested with wild animals, such as freshwater beasts in the rivers, dire wolves in the valleys, and pinc-claw crabs by the sea.

Drunken Wind is in charge of handling these things, and of course he needs Khadgar's hand to dispel the evil energy on the ingredients before he can deal with them.

For this task, the Fa Ye originally refused, and Khadgar said that it was already very hard to stay up late every night to look at the stars and find space nodes. But considering that this would save him a lot of tables, Khadgar finally agreed to get drunk.

Drunken Wind began to challenge a new style of cooking, this time his dishes were all wild, no matter what kind of meat, through Drunken Wind's hands, and then put it in his mouth, there was only one result - you would feel like this beast in the form of a beast, galloping through the Tanaan jungle.

In contrast, the Black Dragons have become the busiest one, and the Black Dragons are not only responsible for their own hunting every day, but also have to reconnoiter the surrounding situation.

Every time Onexia returned to the camp, she looked exhausted. At first, the drunken wind thought that she was tired, but later found that the diet to drive away fatigue could not rejuvenate the black dragon princess, and finally couldn't help but ask Onexia what was wrong.

"You know, drunkenness." Onexia twisted her stiff neck, "We are in charge of the Black Dragon Legion by defeating Deathwing. So I have to make sure that I suppress all the black dragons - I can only push my dragon power with all my might, so that these unruly creatures will maintain their respect for me. But this is really too tiring, I really don't know how long I can hold on, I am afraid that once I can't hold on, the entire Black Dragon Legion will fall apart. ”

Drunken Wind nodded, signaling that he understood: "Otherwise, I'll make sure tomorrow that those black dragons have been affected by the ancient gods, and which ones are not, and then try to disperse the influence." That way, you'll be able to tell the truth to the Black Dragon Legion. ”

"And after that? Drunken wind, when I think about the future of the Black Dragon Legion now, I am really confused. Onexia leaned into Drunken Wind's arms, her tone full of concern, "I'm afraid that when I return to Azeroth, I will be besieged by the other four-colored dragons once I appear. I'm not as strong as my father, and if I fall under siege, I'm afraid that the Black Dragon Legion will be destroyed. ”

"I have some thoughts on this issue. The betrayal of Deathwing in the Battle of the Ancients has everyone in this Black Dragon Legion shouting and fighting...... But there have been a lot of newborn Black Dragons in these 10,000 years - like you, so I think we can return to Azeroth with the newborn Black Dragons and claim that this is a new Black Dragon Legion. ”

"What about these old black dragons? Just leave them in Draenor? ”

"It depends on their wishes, if they are willing to return to Azeroth to redeem themselves, then go back secretly, anyway, many black dragon humans will not be able to react for a while. These black dragons can hide their tracks first, and then reveal their identities after they have made outstanding contributions. ”

"What can be done?"

"Like the imprisoned queen, you know, Deathwing lured orcs to use dragon souls, well, demonic souls imprisoned the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstasa the Oath Bound to Life, if we can save the Red Dragon Queen, I'm sure they can't continue to hold on to the hatred they had from 10,000 years ago."

"Sounds so good, haven't you thought about it a long time ago?"

"Well, that's right...... actually."

"When did you think about it?"

"Just as you drank and ordered the Black Dragons to find the Skull of Gul'dan left by Deathwing and give it to Khadgar."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Let you feel the responsibility of the king~"

"Believe it or not, I bit you?"

"Don't believe ......"

"┗|'o′|┛嗷~~"

"I was wrong, my Majesty, I was wrong! Don't really bite! ”

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The next day, the Black Dragon Legion was summoned by Onexia.

Drunken Wind didn't say much, and walked straight into the middle of the black dragon and sat on the ground.

"See Su Hug Pu!"

The white rings spread, and most of the black dragons felt their hearts become calm.

At this time, the drunken wind had already broken through the legend, and seeing that Su Baopu's power was no longer the same as the time in the Jade Dream Realm, the ring expanded rapidly, and soon enveloped all the black dragons.

There was a calm.

Onexia frowned, unable to believe that all the black dragons were unpolluted.

It was at this moment that Deathwing's most trusted lieutenant, Sabrian, suddenly let out a cry of pain, and then his wings and limbs began to transform into tentacles.

The entire Black Dragon Legion was in a state of stupor, and the Black Dragons couldn't understand why Saberian had suddenly mutated.

"What are you doing?" Onexia cried out, "He's tainted by the Old Gods!" ”

The black dragons woke up from a dream, and then they began to attack Saberian.

Although Saberian, who was blessed by the ancient gods, was far stronger than ordinary black dragons, he still hated the dragon army on the spot, and he couldn't even pull away a cushion.

Subsequently, several more black dragons that Deathwing trusted extremely showed their prototypes, and they were soon beaten to death.

Finally dealing with the fallen among the Black Dragon Legion, Onexia revealed her plan and the plan, and the Black Dragons who had calmed down agreed one after another.

Interestingly, most of the older black dragons chose to stay in Draenor, and their reasons were surprisingly consistent-

"I don't have the face to go back to see the brothers of the Blue Dragon Legion."