Poof!

Zurud was slammed to the ground, and the dragon's soul in his hand fell to the ground, and then he was grabbed by a huge dragon claw in the palm of his hand, Zurud struggled with all his might, but he was completely unable to resist the dragon's power.

Morpheus (King of the Black Dragon): "Do you feel hopeless?" Ignorant orcs, behold what happened to your kind, slaughtered like wild dogs, this is the result of self-indulgence, does this make you feel painful? Angry? Hehehe, good, it doesn't look like you're as useless as you seem. ”

The black dragon's stingy words echoed in Zurud's ears as he spoke, and as he spoke, Morpheus picked up the dragon's soul and admired it among the dragon's claws.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Zurud roared angrily, his eyes were drawn to the battle in front of him, the orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan were suffering from the frenzied killing of the black dragons, and in the face of the attack launched by several black dragon lords, these orcs had no chance.

No matter how bravely they fought and how desperately they attacked, they were all easily crushed by the Black Dragon Lord.

Zurud's eyes were on Necruz, maybe he could escape back to the Horde and report everything that happened here to the Great Chief, and the Horde would definitely make these vile reptiles pay!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's all a trap! That dastardly black-skinned orc! I was deceived!

Necrus muttered to himself in anger as he stepped back, Zurud had been caught, and he didn't want to end up like this.

A few orc warriors around him were still holding their posts, and as they retreated, they asked, "Lord Nexus, what are we going to do?" ”

"Keep fighting, for the glory of the Horde, you must not take a step back."

As he spoke, Necruz raised his staff—the Demon Circle!

A pattern of a demonic circle suddenly appeared under his feet, which was a life-saving skill he had carefully learned, using the reverse casting of the circle that summoned demons to teleport the main body to a fixed location.

Last time, he used this trick to escape from the Storm Dragon King and those Alliance heroes.

Before he set off, he set up the demon circle on the altar in the barracks, and as long as he activated the demon circle, he could teleport back.

Of course - this trick can only work on himself.

This time, he also pinned his hopes on this spell.

However, the ground under his feet did not move, and not only that, but several pitch-black tentacles extended wildly from the ground, suddenly binding his whole body.

"Stupid orc warlock, your ridiculous spells are useless in the face of arcane dragon magic."

A slightly mocking voice came from behind him, and the female black dragon with curved dragon horns landed, sneering at the embarrassed Necruz.

To Nexus Cruise's surprise, the other party did not bite him down, but grabbed him and threw him in front of Morpheus.

With the last orc killed, the battle is finally over, and Necruz and Zurud, a pair of bitter brothers, are pinned to the ground, waiting for the choice of fate.

At this time, Morpheus was admiring the spoils of war to himself.

Onexia looked suspiciously at the 'stone tablet' in Morpheus's hand: "This is the soul of the dragon?" It looks a bit ...... Unremarkable. ”

Indeed, the appearance of the dragon's soul is not at all comparable to its name, but in fact, very few people have actually seen this thing, not even Onexia, who has only glanced at it from a distance.

Several other Black Dragon Lords also came up, looking at the strange stone fragment in Morpheus' hand with awe and curiosity.

Morpheus smiled at Onexia, "That's right, this is the soul of the dragon, Nesario used his scales to create this artifact, which contains part of the guardian power of the four dragon kings, this dragon scale is unusual, it was taken from Deathwing when he was still an ancient dragon, and later when the ancient dragon suffered a curse of flesh and blood and degenerated into an ancestral dragon, this dragon scale was also preserved by him using a secret method.

Only the body of the ancient dragon can withstand the protection of these four dragon kings at the same time, and it is precisely because this scale is closely related to the Death Wing that only he has the ability to control this artifact. None of the other dragon kings had anything to do.

And now, it's mine! ”

Morpheus spoke, slamming the stone dragon-scale dragon's soul into the dragon's claws, and the powerful power instantly penetrated his entire body.

Ahhh He let out a roar that was half painful, half pleasant, and the power of the artifact in his hand made him extremely excited.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, everything around him suddenly became erratic, as if in a dream, and the red light of life bloomed on Morpheus's body, and the magic turned into a vortex, creating ripples of arcane abilities in the air.

At this moment, Morpheus could feel the power hidden in this magic, as if it was within reach, but the next second, with a bang, the huge force made him violently release the dragon's claws.

The dragon's soul dimmed and turned back into a mediocre 'stone flake'.

Morpheus was a little annoyed, the dragon's soul was resisting him, it was really strange, Deathwing had long since died, and as a person who inherited the power of the guardian of the earth, it stands to reason that he should be the best successor to the dragon's soul, or did he need Deathwing's direct bloodline?

But Nefarian was dead...... He looked at Onexia, who was picking her nails.

It was not a wise choice to put the artifact in the hands of this woman, although she had surrendered to herself, a creature like a woman has always been unpredictable, let alone a woman of the Black Dragon Clan, who is known for her cunning, no, she must control it herself.

However, once this artifact is manifested, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the dragon covenant, and before he can fully grasp the power of this artifact, he must hide all this.

He jerked his gaze at the two orcs on the ground.

Finished! Zurud and Necruz thought at the same time that this was the end of it.

The dying green dragon was also looking at Morpheus, as if waiting for him to release himself.

"Lord Morpheus......" the green dragon pleaded.

Morpheus didn't look at the green dragon, but at the two orcs.

"Tell me—stupid orcs, want to make a deal with me? Swear allegiance to me, to the great Black Dragon King, and I will spare your lives. ”

Zurud (Dragonmaw Chief): "Dream on you evil reptile, orcs will never be slaves, I am the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, for the sake of the Ministry—"

Poof! The dragon's claws sliced off Zurud's head like a razor. The headless corpse rolled to the side, causing Necrus to shudder.

Ignoring the sound of the system prompt ringing in his ears, Morpheus looked at Necrus again.

"And what about you, a warlock, are you as loyal and unyielding as your chief?"

Necruz (Dragonthroat Warlock): "Oh, great Black Dragon King, Necruz is willing to serve you, and it is the honor of the humble Necruz to be able to serve something as great as you. ”

Necrus shuddered and fell to his knees, his winceing appearance causing Morpheus to burst into a laugh of pleasure.

Morpheus (Black Dragon King): "Hahaha, I like smart people like you, it seems that there are not always brainless fools among orcs, but smart people like you always like to do some bad things, I think I have to do some preventive work, I think you can understand." ”

"Please do the Black Dragon King's orders."

"Surrender half of your soul, then."

What? Before Necrus could react, Onexia had already blasted into Necrus's body with a burst of soul-splitting magic.

Ahhh Necrus let out a heart-rending scream, and he felt like his whole body was cracking, but fortunately the pain only lasted for a few seconds, and he suddenly felt lighter.

It's just that my mind is groggy, as if I have forgotten something important.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw another self looking at him blankly.

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Woooooooooooooooo The sound of a trumpet echoed across the empty wasteland, and Orgrim was pondering the outcome of the battle two days later when he heard a commotion.

"What's going on?"

"It's Necrus who has come back, the Great Chief, and they've captured a lot of black dragons."

Orgrim was a little surprised and hurried out.

In the sky, groups of black dragons circled and landed in the camp of the Dragonthroat Clan.

With a beaming expression, Necrus beckoned the Orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan to come and receive the new group of dragon captives.

When Orgrim walked into the Dragonmaw Clan camp, he saw a fiery scene.

The black dragons were obediently locked up in the dragon's den.

Seeing Ogrim's arrival, Necrus hurriedly greeted him.

"You're finally back, I thought you weren't going to be able to catch up with this big battle, what about Zurud?"

"The chief was bitten to death by a black dragon during a hunt."

Zurud is dead? Hmph, what a waste, Ogrim is not surprised by this result, the various clans of the orcs are not always harmonious, the power struggle is unusually rough and direct, in another history, Ogrim is by overthrowing the black hand.

Even in this timeline, Ogrim's ascension to the throne is also indispensable for the purge of the old black hand.

The power struggle between Necruz and Zurud is nothing new, but as long as it doesn't affect the overall plans of the clan, Orgrim generally does not interfere in the internal affairs of the respective clans.

Orgrim looked at Necrus, vaguely feeling that something was not quite right on the other side, the smile on Necruz's face was unusually festive, not at all as cunning and gloomy as usual.

He only acted as if the other party was pretending.

"What was the takeaway from this operation? It won't affect the battle, right? ”

"We've lost a lot of warriors, but the harvest has been very gratifying, and I've found a powerful artifact in an ancient ruin, with which I can get more dragon mounts in a steady stream.

I managed to enslave a powerful green dragon, and not only that, but we also took control of a group of black dragons. “

Excitedly, Necrus pulled out a large, glowing disc.

This disc looks like gold but not gold, like crystal but not crystal, exuding a dazzling light, which is extraordinary at first glance.

"This is the soul of the dragon, with the power to control the dragon."

Orgrim was surprised and delighted, and that was wonderful.

With such a powerful air force, this battle is bound to be won in the end.

"Well done Necruz, it seems that you have enough strength to take over the position of the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, do a good job, as long as you make achievements in the next big battle, I will officially appoint you to lead the Dragonthroat Clan."

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

When the day of war came, the dawn sun rose over the horizon, and the camp of the Alliance was in turmoil.

Countless infantrymen, knights, archers, dwarven musketeers with huge rifles, and heroic Windranger rangers drove out of the barracks in groups.

In the sky outside the barracks, there were already thousands of parrots circling and chirping, turning on the system's camera function to watch this magnificent war scene.

In the past three days, the alliance army did not wait, the troops marched from the Arathi Heights into the vast wetland swamp in three ways, and the three armies marched in unison, if the tribe refused to fight, then the three armies would completely block the tribe's army in the area of the Nuya Plain.

Murphy was one of the commanders of the Left Army, and at this time he was riding a horse, watching the army march slowly with the Duke of Lothar of the Stormwind Kingdom, the Prince of Torbairn of the Riptide Kingdom, and the two archmages of Dalaran.

Alterac's militia unit walked on the left flank of the coalition army, and it was Dara Bang who led them, but it was the militia leader who was really responsible for commanding, 'Veteran Bright Sword', because of the excellent performance of the Ice Wolf Plains War, under the strong advice of the Dara Bang Bar, the Prince's Council also promoted the old player, responsible for training the entire militia unit, plus the plot points obtained in the Battle of Ice Wolf Plain, this can be regarded as one foot into the hero threshold.

The 10,000 militiamen marched with strict steps and marched in unison, not to mention, there was a little bit of elite feeling.

But what really caught the eye was the 1,500 extraordinary troops of the Dragonfall Knights.

Five hundred heavily armed dragoons lined up, dressed in dragon scale armor, and the Storm Knight in steel armor and the horn summoning rangers in leather armor next to them were like beggars.

"Prince Aidan, I have to say, these dragon heavy cavalry of yours are really impressive." Lothar said with some envy.

"Anyway, the knights of the Storm Knights are more experienced than the actual combat experience, and I am deeply honored to be able to fight side by side with the Storm Knights."

"The defeated generals have no honor to speak of, I only hope that this battle can defeat those savage orcs and regain the glory that belongs to the Stormwind Kingdom."

After saying that, Lothar lowered her voice again, "Varian, did he really go to Northrend?" ”

Murphy nodded, "Yes, he insisted on this, and in order to defeat the orcs, he pinned his hopes on a legendary artifact, and vowed to find it." ”

"This kid ...... Alas, he has borne a burden that he should not have at this age, and it is useless to blame us old men. Lothar sighed helplessly.

"Anyway, if you can fight against the entire orc tribe for half a year, although the Stormwind Kingdom is still defeated, now with the military support of the entire alliance, it is bound to defeat those orcs completely, and at that time, there is no need for Varian to stay in that cold northern wasteland." Murphy comforted Lothar.

Lothar also nodded, "You're right, Prince Aidan, let's win this battle together." ”

(End of chapter)