"Fuck!" Tyrone Bloodfiend slammed a wooden cup to the ground, and just after the Blackstone Tower, the damned brothers Red and Maim not only refused but also humiliated him to the fullest, mockery like "You're a stupid B" and "We're waiting to receive your corpse" still echoed in his ears. Angrily kicking the glass of water on the ground, Tyrone thought that the only way to venture out into the mountains of Grimbaatar was to find the Dragonmaw Clan.

"Human!" The orcs who were acting with Tyrone spotted a human, and several of the guys rushed forward with a scream, Tyrone turned his head to look, only to see that the human effortlessly snatched the weapon of the fastest orc with his bare hands, and then threw the orc out.

"Stop. The human said the word, not loud but full of majesty, and all the orcs and death knights stopped moving, and even Tyrone himself was not sure if he would dare to defy his words.

The human slowly walked into his camp and saw his face through the firelight. The human in front of him has shiny black hair, and his face is angular but elegant, and he should be very handsome in human society. He is tall and well-dressed, with a long sword studded with gems pinned to his waist, and even a contemptuous smile on his face cannot erase the intimacy that makes people want to get close.

Tyrone asked, "Who are you?"

"Me...... Hehehe. The human laughed, "I have many names, like Nesario, but you're probably best known for Deathwing. ”

Before he could finish speaking, his shadow flickered, and his wings spread out on either side.

The name alone made Tyrone dizzy, he had heard of it, it was known to be the most powerful creature in the world, it had seen the black dragon several times in the war, he had wondered why his compatriots had not caught the black dragon who liked to be alone and had gone to catch the red dragon that lived in the colony, and now he understood that no fool would do anything to make Deathwing angry.

Tyrone Bloodfiend wanted to ask some questions but found that his trembling teeth couldn't spit out words, Deathwing smiled, found a rock, took out a square cloth to cover it, and sat down gracefully.

"Don't be nervous, I don't want to kill you, or you'd have already gone to ashes. Deathwing smiled contemptuously, "I've been watching you for a long time, and I appreciate you, especially the strength you have and the cohesion you have together. ”

Unity? Was he sarcastic? Tyrone thought that if they were united, there would be no Gul'dan and the Blackstone Tower.

Deathwing said to himself, "You're from Draenor, I'd love to see the world that raised a brave and determined creature like you." ”

After saying this, Deathwing didn't forget to curse Richard in his heart, if this guy hadn't been refusing to go to the other world he had discovered, he would have used it to find these orcs? There are things that don't know how to share, and they deserve to be sealed.

"Ahh......h

The three hobbies of Mr. Nesario, the famous biologist of Azeroth, are to create new creatures, to create powerful new creatures, and to create very powerful new creatures (the famous saboteur Deathwing also has three hobbies: destruction, amazing destruction, and shocking destruction) The new world is very attractive to him, and he has always believed that new life forms provide new possibilities for his creation.

However, Tyrone Bloodfiend didn't know the hobby of the giant beast in front of him, and he was wondering what Deathwing's purpose was.

Before he could figure out the black dragon, he spoke: "I heard that you went to find the two brothers, Red and Maim, hehe, they are two stupid Bs, the stability in front of them can make them forget the crisis, and I also know that you want to get the red dragon who was enslaved by the Dragonthroat Clan." They will only cause you problems. ”

Tyrone really didn't know how to answer, so he could only say flatteringly: "Dragons are a powerful race......"

Deathwing interrupted him, "We are indeed strong, I know you need allies, you promise my terms, I can mercifully let my heirs help you achieve your goals." ”

Tyrone pondered, and an orc next to him smiled ugly and held a glass of ale to please him.

"Get out of here!" the Dragonlord's anger frightened the orc to the ground, and Deathwing glanced at the ale spilled on the ground in disgust. He had more contact with Richard, and he himself was no longer interested in this crude wine.

Tyrone Bloodfiend also shuddered, and he decided to agree to Deathwing's request, after all, he could get the help of a powerful dragon: "I promise you, Deathwing. ”

Deathwing dissatisfied, "Call Deathwing-sama." ”

Tyrone quickly changed his words: "Yes, Lord Deathwing. We'll do everything we can to help you and your people accomplish your goals, but first we're going to the north to get something. ”

"Good. Deathwing was pleased with his reply, "I'll be in touch with my people, and they'll help you accomplish your goals." ”

After Deathwings left, Tyrone Bloodfiend raised his hand to wipe his sweat, but found that he had become a Death Knight and no such thing as sweat glands. Tyrone can only hope that Deathwing will not deceive himself now, after all, even if he is an existence of his level, there is no way to deceive himself.

Deathwing didn't go far, and on the other hillside stood a burly man with a beard and a young dragon on his shoulder.

"Father, how's it going?" asked Nefarian, who went by the alias Nefarios, his father.

Deathwing scratched the chin of the young dragon with his index finger, "As we expected, they dare not refuse, there is a new task for you, you go and turn the Blackstone Mountain and the creatures on it into our new slaves." ”

Nefarian laughed, "It's easy, father. ”

"Very well, I'll go to Lordaeron to prepare first, and you'll take care of your sister during this time. ”

Deathwing rubs a Hearthstone and returns to the Hearthstone Inn in Lordaeron and asks for a Margaret.

"Mr. Presto, your Margaret. ”

"Call me the Duke. ”

"Duke Presto, your Margaret. ”

"Hmm. Deathwing then pinched the glass and tasted the wine, under Richard's arrangement, Deathwing had already incarnated as Duke Presto and blended into Lordaeron, with the charm of the black dragon, Deathwing has been favored by several noblewomen, and spent a sweet night with several of them.