Bloodseeker thought that Deathwing should be the most perfect of the black dragons, but as he gradually changed form, the Bloodfiend changed his mind. Deathwing didn't have the black beauty of his heirs, all he had was the shiny metal armor that ran down his spine from head to tail. Beneath the armor, the Bloodseeker saw something glowing, red, gold, and white, that seemed to be ...... Molten flames surged inside him. The iron plate armor embedded in Deathwing's spine seemed to be used to hold his body together, but the end result was discordant. Bloodseeker understood why Deathwing cared so much about his human form—his dragon form was deeply flawed.

On that reptilian face, the red eyes shone brightly. The black dragon spread its massive wings, its cortical surface as dark as a starless night, as wrinkled as an elderly woman's face. The energy from the dragon's body pulsated, like a burning flame emitting heat.

"Come on, tiny Death Knight, if you have the guts. Deathwing commanded, his voice muffled. The black dragon lowered his head, almost touching the ground. The Bloodfiend felt for a moment, he couldn't move at all. Tyrone hurriedly forced himself to obey the black dragon's command. Trembling, he climbed up between the black dragon's neck and his armored shoulders. Thankfully, the strange metal plates made it easy for him to grasp, and everyone else scrambled to imitate the Bloodfiend. In a few moments, the Blood Demon's troops all climbed atop the Black Dragon.

Without warning, Deathwing slammed to the ground, its wings flailing downward. Fly. He flapped his wings back and forth. The crowd gradually moved away from the ground. The Bloodfiend clung to the black dragon. The air was sustaining them high, as if the mighty black dragon was as light as a falling leaf. His wings were so low that the Bloodfiend thought they would scrape the ground at one point. Saberian separated from his chosen Black Dragons and Deathwings, and rushed forward, disappearing into the night sky. The black dragon leaned to the right, leading the orcs towards Alterac.

Aiden Perionod, King of Alterac, is a criminal under house arrest in the royal palace. Woke up in fright. He was dreaming, and now he could remember what was fleeting, but clearly visible, something huge, dark, reptile-like looming above him, still ...... Laughing?Perynord thought bitterly, maybe this was a metaphor for his fate.

He wiped his face and tried to drive the nightmare away, but could not sleep again. Perynor muttered as he got up. Maybe a drink will help. He poured himself a glass of crimson wine—as red as blood—and slowly sipped it, contemplating the choices that had brought him to where he was today.

At that moment, the choice seemed so easy, so wise. That's right. The orcs will destroy everything they see, and no one will be spared. So he consulted with the orcs in an attempt to save his people. He frowned, staring at the glass in his hand, remembering the conversation he had had with Orgrim Hammer. It seemed that everything would go according to plan - but somehow he didn't. His so-called "act of betrayal" was discovered by the Alliance, and the orcs did not succeed in destroying it as before. These green-skinned stupid bs.

Suddenly, the door to his bedroom was slammed open. Startled, Perinor spilled the wine in his hands onto his pajamas. At this moment, several tall figures rushed in. At that moment, Aiden felt dumbfounded, he felt like he was daydreaming, this is really Cao Cao, Cao Cao. Even more bizarrely, the orcs - what were the orcs doing in his palace - grabbed him and dragged him to the door. Perynor was a little more sober, and he tried to break free from the orcs. One of them lifted the king up and put it on his shoulder, and the orcs continued on their way. The group walked past the bodies of Perinold's bodyguards and out the front door of the palace, and the orcs put Aiden back on the ground once more.

"Please, I'm ......" his shout stopped suddenly. A creature the size of his palace appeared above him, with black scales, shiny plate armor, and leathery wings. The long, large, narrow head dangled as it studied the humans below, its eyes glowing red.

"King Perinord. The dry voice didn't sound like it was coming from the dragon's fangy mouth. Perynod shuddered, realizing that it wasn't the only one, and that on top of its shoulders, someone was leaning against its neck and riding on it. Or, what was riding on it, and Perynor changed his mind. The rider had shining eyes, a hood over his cloak, and his limbs were strangely wrapped. Why hadn't he seen such a creature in the Second War, as a spokesman for the tribe?

"King Perinord. The knight called his name again. "We're here to talk to you. ”

"Oh?" Perinor replied, his voice barely audible. "And me, really?"

"In that war, you made a deal with the Horde. ”

"Huh?" Perinord tries to connect the dots. "Ah, yes, yes, I made a deal with the Hammer of Destruction himself! I am your ally! I am on the same side as you!"

"Where is the Book of Medivan?" The strange-looking knight asked. "Give it to me!"

"What?" At that moment, the knight's abrupt switch of subject dispelled Perynold's fear. "What do you want it to do?"

"I don't have time to explain to you. The knight snapped. He muttered something else and gestured with one hand. Perinod suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his whole body was spasming. "It's just for you to get a taste of how good I am. The stranger told King Alterac. Perinor was still suffering from pain, and it seemed to him that the man's words had come from far away. "Now, give me that book!"

Perinor tried to do so, but he failed. The king grabbed his knees with both hands and knelt down. After that, the pain was gone. He slowly stood up, his body still trembling, looking at the two powerful creatures in front of him. The glow of the dragon's eyes left an imprint on the deepest part of his soul. I don't know why, the black dragon's gaze didn't seem to be as torturous as it was just now. The pain cleared Perynold's mind, and he was able to keep his mind together. If he doesn't do something stupid, it's going to be a great opportunity.

"I have that book," he admitted. "Or rather, I stole the book from Stormwind, and I know where it is. He absentmindedly wiped the wine stains from his dressing gown. "At first I thought I could use it as a bargaining chip. The Alliance has taken my throne and my kingdom because I helped you in the last war. He researched the knight and suddenly came up with his proper name: the Death Knight. Yes, it is clear that he is a death knight, that is to say he has a place in the Horde.

Perynor thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you that book...... for your help. The knight didn't speak, but judging by his attitude, he was still listening. "The soldiers of the alliance are stationed in my kingdom in order to spy on me and control me. Get them all done, and the book will be yours. ”

For a moment, the Death Knight didn't move, and then he nodded. "Very good," he replied. "We'll help you. After that we will return, and you will tell us where the Book of Medivan is. The Death Knight whispered a few words to the black dragon that straddled down, and the black dragon spread its wings and flew into the air, and more black shadows flew away nearby, and the sound of its wings fluttering silenced Perynord.

Perynord watched the black dragons fly out of sight, and then began to laugh. Can it really be that simple? a worn-out spell book—a book he wouldn't use at all—in exchange for his freedom, and Alterac's **? He continued to laugh, his laughter so wild.

"What's going on?" A voice came. Perinor was startled, only to find out that it was from his eldest son. "That'...... That's a dragon...... There's also a Death Knight, I think he is. ”

Ariden was shocked, "What did you tell them, and how did you convince them to leave?"

Perinord continued to laugh, completely unable to stop.

"Damn, Dad!" Aliden shouted and punched his father in the jaw, knocking Perionoord to the ground. "It's been two years! I've been trying to erase the shame you've put on our family for two years!" He looked at his father who had fallen to the ground, tears streaming down his face. "You idiot, selfish bastard!

Perinor shook his head and stood up, but he heard something new and stopped halfway through. What's that? Sounds like ...... That's right, like the sound of a trebuchet dropping ammunition in the air, and the sound of a suddenly dropped crate hitting the ground. He heard the same voices again and again, and realized that they were coming from a distance, on the other side of the city, near the barracks that the Confederate forces had taken over. He knew what the voices meant, and he laughed again.

The dragons attacked.

Aliden looked at him, toward the source of the sound, and then back at his father, gradually understanding what the qiē meant. Ariden's face began to flush with panic. "What have you done to us, father?"

But Perynod could not answer. He fell to the ground, huddled in a ball, and listened to the sound of death and ruin, shaking his body, laughing and whimpering.

In his life, Perinor had never heard a more beautiful voice. (To be continued......)