Chapter 327 19. Hunting

"collapse"

The crisp bowstring hummed in the air, and the white bone arrow with sharp barbs, under the blessing of death energy, pierced the air like a rocket, piercing the belly of a young dragon with a whistling sound, and the black dragon let out a pain With a roar, it staggered in flight, and after slowing down, it was soon entangled by the death crows whizzing around.

The arakkoa waved their sharp wing blades and swept across the body of the giant like a gust of wind. Each slash might only peel off a scale, but there were too many arakkoa who couldn't stand it, just like a dark storm gathered. In the young dragon's screams, the blood and scales were peeled off crazily. After the dark storm dissipated, the young dragon that had lost its life fell powerlessly to the ground, where the undead were collecting the falling corpses.

The Black Dragon Prince Nefarian inherited most of the power of the Black Dragon Legion from Deathwing. The number of adult black dragons subordinated to it is about 120, and the number of young dragons is hundreds. This is a huge force. It can even destroy a human city in a short period of time, but the strength of the power is compared with each other. In the face of the screamers who are all over the sky of the Burning Plain at this time, the black dragons who come out of the nest are undoubtedly Falling behind.

Therefore, they did not choose to confront the difficult arakkoa and ravens, but tried to break out at the fastest speed.

This is a very wise strategy. Breaking through from four directions, no matter how powerful the air power of the undead is, they cannot completely trap these existences at the top of the Azeroth biological chain.

But the unfortunate news is that... Under the signal of Tyrion, all the death lords and blood lords, as hunters, were invited to participate in this "battle royale" of the black dragon.

Naturally, their targets cannot be weak young dragons. For these powerful undead creatures, they need to use their own weapons to win a mount worthy of their status in this battle royale. Not only a status symbol, but also a hidden competition among the knights. No one wants to be disadvantaged in this competition. Therefore, the hunting targets they choose are those powerful black dragon leaders.

"Myra! Myra, damn it, you useless man, come on! I got a big one!"

The roar of Luminas sounded in the heart of the blood lord. The crazy woman seemed to have found her favorite prey and was calling him to hunt together, while the blood lord Meera Dawnblade looked at the other side hesitantly. One-third of the dragon's blood has been drained, and the flying speed of the adult black dragon has been extremely slow. The horns of the black dragon in front of him are in line with Myra's aesthetics, but he doesn't care much about the strength of the mount.

"Oh, woman, what a trouble."

Myra sighed. Behind the death raven, the body of the blood lord quickly turned into a vampire bat flying all over the sky. Like a dark howling storm, it quickly caught up with the howling adult black dragon in front of him. Under the pressure of the bat, Myra no longer held back her hand. The scorching dragon blood was like an open spring, spurting out of her body frantically under the bite of the vampire bat. In less than a minute, the adult black dragon was in extreme pain. He took his last breath.

"Keep it well, every dragon scale must be retrieved."

Myra appeared on the ground, and ordered the high-ranking knight who collected the dragon corpse:

"I want to make it the world's first blood dragon!"

After finishing the order, the figure of the blood lord once again gathered into a black storm of bats. He asked in the spiritual link:

"My baby, where are you? I'm here to help you."

The next moment, Luminas' voice full of bad luck and anger rang out indignantly:

"Don't come here, the prey was snatched by Yrel's slutty hoof and her banshee concubine, it's all your fault, you useless man, you are not as useful as a vile banshee!"

Myra, who had suffered an innocent disaster, turned her head in pain, and then saw a sneaky adult black dragon flying to the southeast. From the wide and ferocious horns of the black dragon, it can be seen that this guy is definitely a The leader of the black dragon, Myra's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly called out to her paranoid wife.

"Come here quickly, Lumi, I found a lonely elite black dragon, you will definitely be interested in it, and its dragon horns are very bright and dazzling, just like a crown, you will definitely like it !"

"Ah, I take back what I said before, you are still a little bit useful man, just wait for me, I will come right away."

Lumi's voice was full of exuberant joy again, and Myra looked at the cunning black dragon with pity:

"I'm sorry, brother, for my happiness, you just sacrifice yourself."

On the other side, Glokush walked out of the Blackrock Tower with a bloody smell all over his body, and when he looked up, he saw Saurfang who was leaning on the side and drinking alone. This death lord has no interest in this hunt. In fact, Saurfang, the lonely lord, seems to have no interest in anything. He is like a cold robot, accepting orders and executing them.

And in the entire knight order, only Glokush, who is also an orc, can talk to him a few words, but there is no deep friendship between the two of them.

"You're angry, I can feel it."

Saurfang turned to look at Glokush with his own blue eyes, and asked in a hollow voice:

"what happened?"

Glokush threw aside the blood-stained battle ax, picked up the wine beside him, let the tasteless liquid flow into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and whispered:

"It's Reid and Maim... I'm very disappointed. The kid said he wanted to shoulder the mission of the chief, but in the end he mixed with the black dragons, like a puppet. The descendants of the Mafia are actually like this. "

"The children just want to make some achievements and let you face them. This is the tradition of the orcs, just like ours back then."

Saurfang snorted, and turned his head to look at the scorching battlefield in the sky. Every second, there were downed arakkoa or young dragons falling from the sky, while on the ground, the undead had already begun to recover from being shot down. The gap opened to attack Blackrock Spire. This war has just begun, but in the eyes of experienced commanders, it is already over.

The panicked orcs couldn't stop the double-sided attack of the dwarf army and the undead army, and their defeat was only a matter of time.

"But even now, he is still stubborn and unwilling to bow his head. This kind of stubbornness and courage to fight to the death make me proud, but..."

Glockush's green eyes flashed with concern: "But does he really think Tyrion will let him go? Without Aurelia here, who can make him feel kind?"

"Tyrion gave you enough face."

Saurfang shook his head: "Our "His Majesty" is a very keen ruler. He knows how to unite everyone. As long as Kid Red doesn't mess around, it won't be a big problem to save a life."

"hope so."

Glokush didn't want to talk about this issue anymore, he looked up at the black dragons trapped in the sky, he found a suitable object to vent his anger, the death lord summoned a death raven, he grabbed the axe, Say to Saurfang:

"I'm going to kill some black dragons. These stupid creatures dare to threaten the descendants of Black Hand. Do you want to come?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of killing. I've killed enough people."

Saurfang waved his hand and summoned his Death Raven. He poured the last sip of wine into his mouth and said to Glokush:

"But if it's revenge for the children, I'm willing to warm up...I have children too, and I don't know what's going on with Dranosh."

"It is said that the child is now living in the palace of Alterac. As the proton of the new tribe, as long as the human beings have no problem with their brains, they will not take the initiative to harm them. They are safe and secure, but losing their freedom is also a pain."

When Saurfang heard this, he pulled the rein silently, and when the death raven soared into the sky, he said in a low voice:

"So we will fight there, no matter what...I will set him free with my own hands, and let those humans who imprisoned him feel my wrath!"

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There is no safe place in the scorched sky.

The Death Crows will not be afraid of the majesty of the dragon. Their huge number advantage forces the proud black dragon to do everything possible to escape from the sky. Some black dragons who are unwilling to escape clear the sky with scorching dragon breath, and every breath can burn the sky. Killing hundreds of arakkoa was useless, and those missing spaces would soon be refilled by arakkoa.

The price of staying in the sky and resisting is that the surrounding space, up and down, left and right, are all surrounded by gloomy undead, those wing blades with death runes pierced the solid skin, thousands of sharp blades intertwined On the dragon scales, it was like cutting into pieces by a thousand knives.

However, in the successive breakthroughs, many adult black dragons escaped from the death trap of the Burning Plains, including the cunning black dragon prince. Nefarian's bloodline inherited from Deathwing is very good, and the violent power is in his veins It is flowing, making it stronger and more powerful than other adult black dragons, and even the dragon horns on top of its head are more majestic.

Those are the dragon horns staggered on both sides of the skull. They are very symmetrical in size and have been carefully maintained. There is also a dragon horn pointing to the sky at the top of the skull, like a bone crown, which makes Nefarian's dragon The shape is full of the air of a king, but compared with his father's domineering dragon form, Nefarian's body is a little more hazy and less domineering, which also makes many powerful old black dragons refuse to let him surrender.

They think that Nefarian is just a naughty brat, and they are used to hiding in the shadows, and have no interest in Nefarian's ambitious hegemony.

Before breaking through, Nefarian noticed the death lords searching in the sky. With his cunning mind, he could easily discover the purpose of these death lords, so he changed his body with dark magic , making his huge body thin and ugly, thus avoiding the death lords looking for a beautiful mount.

The Black Dragon Prince is not afraid of those death lords. It is stronger than a single death lord, but it knows the advantages of concealment. The death Grons on the burning plain have shocked him greatly. It can He vaguely guessed that once those giant beasts that were also at the top of the food chain also joined in the hunt for the black dragon, the situation would only get worse.

"Phew, finally, freedom is at hand."

After flying over the Burning Plains and the fog-shrouded Deadwind Pass, Nefarian saw the peak of Redridge Mountain. He knew that it was very close to Stormwind City. It might only take ten minutes before he could see it. I saw my sister who kept her name anonymous and was doing well in the human world.

"Onyxia, I really look forward to seeing my expression."

A strange look flashed in Nefarian's eyes. He regarded his sister as a threat, but now, he felt that his sister was the real smart guy.

"quack"

At the moment when Nefarian climbed over the highest peak of Red Ridge Mountain, a huge death raven suddenly rushed out from the hidden rocks below. With the sound and the vibration of the air, the Death Raven's special sound attack hit Nefarian's body.

The piercing sound made Nefarian's eardrums hurt. It flapped its wings and floated in the sky. Looking at the undead creature decorated with gold pendants and wrapped around its claws with steel blades, its eyes flashed. A trace of provoked anger.

"Roar"

The scorching dragon's breath spewed out from the mouth of Nefarian, who was no longer hiding, like a rain of fire from the sky, hitting the huge raven rushing up, but the latter nimbly dodged it. Li An had never seen it before, but this did not prevent the Black Dragon Prince from feeling the threat of this raven. It was bigger and more ferocious than those ravens above the Burning Plain.

"click"

The powerful wings of the Black Dragon Prince slapped the raven's head fiercely, but the latter's sharp claws also tore the scales of the Black Dragon Prince with great force. With an angry roar, the two behemoths fell on the Red Ridge Mountain. A desperate struggle begins in the clouds at the top.

A few minutes later, Nefarian imprisoned the death raven in the air with strange dragon language magic, then tore off its wings with his sharp claws, and watched the unbalanced death behemoth hit the ground, victory The Black Dragon Prince let out a triumphant roar, and it took a deep breath. The next moment, the hotter dragon's breath hit the Death Raven struggling on the ground.

"Die! Be burned to ashes! Offal!"

But after the flames dissipated, the Black Dragon Prince discovered that the ferocious raven was not killed. On the contrary, it was protected by a giant, dark green magic shield, and beside it, stood a A high elf in black armor, the elf held a moon-shaped sword in his hand.

Tyrion raised his head and looked at the black dragon prince hanging in the sky, a flash of anger flashed in his ice blue eyes.

"Stupid guy, I just left for a moment, and you injured my favorite mount...Very well, then use yourself to pay off the debt!"