Chapter 710 30. A Low-Key Big Shot

Contrary to Black Horn's expectations, walking in the Black Dragon Princess' lair did not make him feel evil, dark or disgusting.

Just like a real human noble's manor, even if it was built within the mountain wall, Onyxia also used her own way to dress up this place very decently.

On both sides of the well-repaired mountain wall, every 20 meters, there is a chandelier fixed on the mountain wall. In the shining light, there are large murals hanging on both sides of the mountain wall. It can be seen that it is a master The painting technique describes human beings' guesses about giant dragons, as well as some mythological stories, and what makes Black Horn even more surprised is that the floor of this corridor is not made of obsidian, but a smooth floor that is almost luxuriously polished with marble.

On both sides of the corridor, there are many sculpture-like decorations displayed, some have a strong style of human civilization, some are from other races, and there is even a bug lord that was made as a specimen. It seems that this is the latest decoration. artifacts, presumably from the Silithus battlefield.

This strong contrast made Black Horn a little confused. He felt that he was not walking in the lair of a cruel black dragon, but in the manor of a human nobleman.

The black dragon princess who was leading the way ahead seemed to sense Black Horn's doubts, she turned her head to look at Black Horn, and said in a low voice:

"I have lived in the human kingdom for a long time. In fact, I am used to living as a human, so when I built this lair, I also used the decoration habits of humans. I think this is very good, but unfortunately, Those of our companions don’t think so, they feel that they are very powerful, and they want to be the master of the world...”

A trace of disdain flashed across Princess Black Dragon's beautiful and indifferent face:

"Poor bastards, they don't know anything..."

"Onyxia, I..."

Black Horn wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the Black Dragon Princess:

"Call me Katerina, or call me Oni, you have the qualifications... my other brother."

"Okay, Katerina."

Black Horn was walking on the floor that was polished as bright as a mirror, and he said in a deep voice:

"I live in Highmountain. I have lived in the Tauren clan of Highmountain for 10,000 years. I can probably guess what you are thinking. I also think that is how we should live. Unfortunately, the Gaoling clan I've been threatened by demons and I need help...I'm here for help."

"We'll talk about that later."

A playful smile flashed across the countess of Prestor's face. She reached out and brushed her smooth long black hair, and said in a low voice:

"Why don't you tell me about you? Noire, about your past, about your birth, about your life, I am very interested."

Black Horn was a little hesitant. Although he hadn't dealt with his compatriots in ten thousand years, he was also a black dragon. He could guess the thoughts of these compatriots. He could feel that this person who had never met before him, The extremely powerful "sister", the kind of scrutiny towards him.

But after more than ten seconds of hesitation, Noire still spoke. Amidst the crisp sound of Katerina's high heels colliding with the floor, Noire also told his own story:

"I'm different from you, Katerina, I was born before the War of the Ancients, to be precise, before our father fell."

This sentence made the Countess's eyes narrow. She knew the meaning of Black Horn's words very well, which showed that Black Horn was a pure black dragon... the blood of real black dragon flowed in his veins, not the blood of the black dragon. After Deathwing was tempted to fall by the ancient gods, the blood that extended down.

This is probably the last pure black dragon in the history of Azeroth, right?

"I have not experienced the War of the Ancients, because at that time I was stored in the Neltharion treasure house in Highmountain in the form of a dragon egg. I have never met our father, our mother, and the only thing I have for them is I understand, I learned it from Hu En Gaoling."

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Heijiao's eyes, and he said softly:

"Huln was also my savior, and after banishing our mad father, he hatched me from the titanic energy of the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, a relic of the Highmountain heritage, and I hatched from the egg The moment I came out, the first life I saw was him. Compared to Deathwing, Huln was more like my father. He hid me in the cave in Highmountain. He taught me how to hunt and taurus. Human writing and culture, when he became old, I finally became an adult, and at the moment of his death, he entrusted me with an important mission."

Black Horn's voice became vicissitudes:

"I have been protecting Hun's descendants for nearly ten thousand years. Katarina, I want to confess that my appearance and my bloodline are black dragons, but my soul...is a Highmountain tauren! From this point of view, you and I, and those black dragons outside, are not real compatriots, and I have no intention of joining you, let alone seizing your leadership among the black dragons, you can rest assured about this."

"No, I never worried about that, Noire."

The countess simply replied:

"That's why I invited you here, my brother, I, am not the leader of this group of bastards, I mean, at least right now, I am not!"

"This group of black dragons surrendered to another person, a real big man, please come with me, with your bloodline and your status, you are qualified to see him, and I believe, he is also very much looking forward to seeing you .”

Noire wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Katerina's eyes. The Countess stood in front of a closed door with her hand on the latch. She looked at Noire and said softly:

"You came to ask for help, for the group of tauren who are protected by you? That's good, but the decision is not in my hands, Black Horn, my strange brother, you have to convince this big man to help you...Of course if you refuse , you can leave now, no one will hurt you."

Black Horn hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he took a deep breath and nodded to Katerina, so the countess reached out and pushed the door open, and then walked in with Black Horn.

It was a hall like a study room, decorated in a completely human style, opposite to the bookshelves filled with books on three sides, there was a burning fireplace, the crystal chandelier on the top of the room exuded a gentle light, and in the black corner On the sofa in front of him sat a figure with his back turned to him. It was a human figure. His hair was a little gray, but it was neatly combed like those human nobles.

When Black Horn came in, he was leaning on the sofa, holding a "General History of the Human Empire" in both hands, and seemed to be reading it with gusto, and on the table beside him was a half bottle of fine wine, in the goblet , also filled with a cup of bright red liquid.

"Father...he's here."

The countess stood aside with her hands tied, but the first sentence she spoke made Black Horn's soul startled... The black dragon princess Onyxia's father has only one... Deathwing!

It...is it still alive? Isn't it already... dead?

"Well, it seems that my ignorant child is thinking why his evil father is still alive. What a rebellious thought. According to my original temper, I should probably pull you out..."

The hoarse voice reached Blackhorn's ears, and the pure-blooded black dragon subconsciously felt fear. He turned around and wanted to escape, but Deathwing sitting on the sofa... oh, no, he Now with a new name, Dragon, Mr. Dragon, who was sitting on the sofa, casually put the book in his hand on the table, then picked up the goblet, stood up, poured the dark red wine Put it in front of your eyes, shaking gently.

In the swirl of that fine wine, the power engraved in Blackhorn's blood forced him to turn around and face the current king of black dragons, the guardian of the earth, the war dragon of the legion, Dragon...

However, when Black Horn raised his head, what he saw was not a crazy middle-aged man, but a refined human being instead. It was the face of the former Earl Prestor, handsome and There was a trace of deep temperament, but in those eyes, the chaos and madness of the past were no longer there.

This kind of temperament seems to be extremely inconsistent with Deathwing, who is rumored to bring about the end of the world.

"What? Are you thinking about why your crazy dad suddenly became calm and rational?"

Neltharion put one hand in his pocket, and elegantly put the red wine in his mouth into his mouth with the other. After sipping a cool drink, he strolled up to his strange son. He looked into his eyes, then shook his head. shook his head:

"I hate this tauren disguise, it's so stupid, and it's not in line with our usual elegant tradition, the tradition of the Prestor family, it should be a human illusion..."

As he spoke, Neltharion put his finger on Black Horn's shoulder, and that huge magic power poured into Black Horn's body, forcibly disguising his tauren into an Onyxia-like figure. Another elder brother, Nefarian's human form, has black hair and black pupils, slender and handsome, but lacks Nefarian's signature coldness and distortion.

"That's not bad, Ibbisian, this is your name... Yes, I remember you, my child."

Nelthario took a step back and looked at his work up and down. He nodded in satisfaction, and then handed the red wine in his hand to his precious daughter. Katerina, who was originally terrified of her father, The count, like a real good daughter, reached out to take his father's wine glass, and then stood quietly aside.

She is no longer afraid of her current father, at least on the surface, although a few days ago, when Neltharion appeared in front of her, the Black Dragon Princess was so frightened that she almost fainted.

But it's different now, she can already be sure that her father has awakened from that crazy fall, the curse of ten thousand years has ended, and his father has replaced the crazy whispers of the ancient gods with another curse, Of course, this is also the reason why Aggramar, the fallen titan far away in the world of Argus, personally acted. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to get rid of the curse of the fallen god of the ancient gods?

"You... are you awake?"

Black Horn in human form looked at Neltharion in surprise, and asked with some doubts:

"Or, is this another crazy conspiracy?"

"Sober? No, my boy."

Neltharion said calmly, but deep in his eyes, there is indeed a green flame that cannot be ignored:

"The evil energy is still burning my mind, this is the new shackles set by the Legion for me, Ibythian, every minute, every second, the destructive instinct is urging me to destroy this world, but compared to the ancient The maddening whispers of the gods falling upon me, the fel burning, seemed so blissful, I wasn't fully awake, but Deathwing, that madman, was dead."

"It has been buried in the dark abyss of the Argus world, and there is no need to worry about it coming back."

"Evil energy?"

Black Horn's eyes narrowed:

"You joined the legion? Are you with the devil?"

"Yes, I am now Dragon of War, Dragon of the Burning Legion, or at least that's what they call me."

Neltharion replied in a nonchalant tone:

"The Deceiver has given me a new mission. It wants me to cooperate with the Legion to destroy this world so that it can win the favor and reward of the Dark Titan. It is a very arrogant person. In my opinion, it may not be worthy of the Deceiver. Titles, but what? Considering they did help me break that crazy curse, let them have their way.”

"how about you?"

Black Horn asked again:

"Will you obey the legion and help the demons destroy this world?"

"What nonsense, my son."

Neltharion laughed, as if he had heard some big joke. He looked at his son Noire, or Ibbisian, and said in a calm tone:

"Why should I stand on the side that might lose? Am I that reckless? Child, remember, the Prestor family never bets before the situation is completely clear. We must learn to sit on the sidelines calmly, and never Judging from the current situation, at least in the world of Azeroth, it is difficult for the Legion to win, do you understand what I mean?"

"Never stand on the loser's side... Of course, don't confront them head-on. Although the demons' brains are not very good, they are hateful and crazy when they take revenge. I mean, I will help you, Ibyssian, I My daughter, your sister Katerina will lobby for you in the Human Empire, but you also have to cooperate with her. The Prestor family is withered, from now on, we have to learn to hide behind the scenes, to Terry on the other side of the sea Ang study..."

"The demons think that every life is a chess piece that they can play with freely, but you see, I was the standard bearer in chess before, and I don't like being used as a chess piece by others. I finally gained freedom... I have to enjoy this kind of freedom that has been missing for thousands of years, and then to those "old friends" back then, C'Thun is dead, and only N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron are left. I have to settle accounts with them .”

A dark green light flashed in Nesario's eyes, and he said with a smile:

"Of course, you may not know that I still have some minor feuds with that undead king, but that is already a thing of the past, let it pass, Ibbisian, I heard that there are some subversive things in the Broken Isles. Dragons exist? You see, if the Black Dragon Legion is to be rebuilt, there must be enough people. I will "talk" to my lovely sister Alexstrasza. I heard that she has had a bad time and she needs a An old friend's consolation, and as for you, Ibyssian..."

"After I return, I want to see those weak but malleable storm dragons go to the black dragonflight...Can you do it?"

"Oh, by the way, my poor son, you haven't seen your mother since you were born, take the time to meet her, my poor Sinestra will be very happy."