Stormwind, the aristocratic quarter.

The black dragon princess Onexia is still in a humanoid state, this sexy royal sister with black hair and black eyes is wearing a somewhat tight slit robe, crossing her sexy Erlang legs, holding a crystal wine glass, elegantly leaning on a soft sofa, watching the entertainment show in front of her with great interest.

Well, this episode is a bit bloody, set in the dungeons of the Black Dragon Princess's private estate, where several human soldiers disguised as Black Dragon Dragons are constantly tormenting a disobedient nobleman.

Taking a sip of fine wine and listening to the wails of the nobles, the mood of the Black Dragon Princess was full of joy.

Yes... The quality of life is really good now, and there are always some human aristocrats who dare to blow up thorns and don't know whether they are alive or dead, jumping out and trying to challenge their power, which also happens to give them something to do to pass the boring time.

As for the expedition to the Outlands, what does it have to do with yourself?

The old world of the current country is extremely wonderful, and the old lady will run to the new world to suffer when her brain is in water.

Onexia is now extremely fond of enjoyment, and the luxurious life of the human aristocracy has corrupted this great villain who once wanted to do bad things, and it is really a declining world and a moral decline...

Oh, the old lady won't go back, it's cold and hard, and it's uncomfortable to sleep on, and those dragons just won't enjoy it.

It's a pity that because of his Titan master, he has not been able to find a ** for himself to vent his physical desires, and Sarodar seems to be unwilling to do that with the dragon, so this makes Onexia very sad and dissatisfied.

So... Only torturers come to pass the time.

East Plaguelands, Stratholme City, slaughterhouse hall in Municipal Square.

Oscar looked at the black witch Farina who was kneeling in front of him, her body trembling violently, and laughed with satisfaction.

"I said earlier, if you dare to be careful behind your back, you stinky bitch will regret it, how about it, Cthulhu's massage is not good? Do you want to do it again?"

When Falina heard this, she immediately shook her head desperately, and her face was full of fear.

The physical and mental torture of the ancient god Cthulhu, the black witch Farina is really afraid.

How small are mortals ... The Cult of the Damned, the Scourge Legion, was also so small, and in the midst of that endless torment, Farina understood this.

It was thought that mastering the power of the undead would mean mastering the secret of the gods' eternal life, but the ancient god suddenly woke up the cunning black witch.

You're just ants, that's all.

"No... No... I am willing to assist you faithfully, please do not lock me up in that place again ... Be merciful ... ”

Oscar didn't reply, but waved his hand, and North, the plague messenger who was standing on the side, who was very anxious, immediately rushed up, picked up Farina and walked out.

"Remember what you said now, the Scarlet Undead Legion is now looking around at foreign enemies, and your cursed cultists will honestly do things for me, and then let me find out that next time, Lao Tzu will directly throw you to Cthulhu itself. ”

When Farina heard this, she trembled even more.

"Oh yes, I'm a person, I like to see a lover eventually married, North loves you so much, you love him honestly for Lao Tzu, you stinky bitch don't play any tricks on me in the future, understand. ”

Farina nodded violently at once, now she was terrified of the cruel torture of the ancient god Cthulhu, that terrible mental whispering and mental illusion, which had simply broken herself countless times.

North the Plaguebringer looked at Oscar in some surprise, then nodded gratefully at the dwarf.

This huge favor is inherited by himself, although there are some deliberately loyal elements, but North doesn't care.

After all, his love for Falina surpasses everything.

The endless sea, the depths of the maelstrom, the continent of deep rocks.

Deathwing is still conducting his own experiments with the Twilight Dragon, as well as various reverse studies on various female dragons.

Leaving aside the strange fetishes that the Winged Lord and the various female dragons have on the bar for the time being, this should be regarded as the nature of a male dragon.

"Deathwing, this dark experiment of yours must be stopped, the Titan Father will not allow you to act so recklessly!"

Oh, and Winged is not the only one in the lab, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa stands in human form, standing behind Deathwing, and keeps rambling on and on and on trying to muzzle the mad dragon.

I don't know what kind of mentality that the hateful titan Sarodar had to tell the Red Dragon Queen of his location.

So she got back the essence of power, and the Red Dragon Queen, who had an extremely strong sense of justice, came to harass Deathwing's great experiment every now and then.

"Get out!"

As if she hadn't heard Deathwing's visceral roar, the Red Dragon Queen continued her nagging and seized every opportunity to destroy Deathwing's precious test item.

"Stop, now that you don't have the corrupting influence of the Elder Gods, you can still be saved... ”

"Get out! Get out!"

"I know that deep down in your heart, you are still the noble guardian of the earth, Nesario, so stop and follow me to the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, and we will heal you. ”

"Get out, get out, get out!"

Deathwing decided to move again, and he couldn't stand the hateful, boredom, and wordy Red Dragon Queen anymore.

There's nothing else to do with this she-dragon!

If it weren't for the Titan's ban, Deathwing would have started to do it a long time ago, forcibly blasting the Red Dragon Queen out.

On the continent of Northrend, a newly built floating fortress hovers silently over the Icecrown region, the new home of the Great Lich Kel'thugad.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Bigworth, come and eat, your favorite fresh North Sea ray. ”

The voice of the Cat Slave Grand Lich echoes through the cold, unforgiving floating fortress, calling fervently to his High Cat Master.

Who is more important Lich King or Mr. Bigworth?

Well... Don't ask such a difficult trap question!

"Meow meow?"

Hearing the familiar syllable of the North Sea ray, Mr. Bigworth, who was taking a comfortable nap under the protection of a group of elite Bone Guards, immediately raised his head, and then quickly got up and ran towards the top floor of the fortress where his royal shovel officer lived.

It's just a sideways walk along the way, no matter what kind of high-level undead you are, do you dare to give way?

Mr. Bigworth was quite satisfied with this shoveler, so give him some face, and I would deign to run over.

Mr. Bigworth lives a life of luxury in Northrend, a fresh North Sea ray that can be sold for twenty gold coins on other continents, is just an ordinary imperial meal that he is tired of.

In short, the creatures of the world of Azeroth continue to live their lively and happy lives.

Ah, the classic old world, you are so beautiful~

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