Azeroth Trail of Light

"boom!"

The door of the room was roughly pushed open, and the door hit the wall with a dull crash. Sounds of Nature WWW. ⒉

This awakened Dick who was still asleep, and the Paladin rubbed his eyes, opened the quilt, and saw the gloomy Black Dragon Prince sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.

"Ah, Mr. Nefarian, is there anything I can't say tomorrow?"

Dick sat up on the bed in disgust, grabbed the pipe next to the bed, slapped it on his mouth, muttered a spell, and the mellow smoke rose up throughout the room.

In the smoke, Dick’s face looked vague and he couldn’t see his expression clearly.

The black dragon prince was not angry because of Dick’s rudeness. His two yellow snake pupils stared at Dick’s body and eyes tightly, as if looking for something. After ten seconds, he gave up this fundamental. Useless strategy, straight to the point,

"Tonight, a group of thugs attacked my palace! My laboratory was messed up, and my loyal servant was brutally killed. I was angry! Really...really...angry!"

Nefarian’s voice clearly contained a certain magical power. When the voice entered Dick’s ears, his memory began to flicker, but with Anwina’s sweet drink, Dick’s chaotic gaze suddenly fell abruptly. Stopped, he took a step back vigilantly, grabbed the cane by the bed and blocked it in front of his body.

"What are you doing! Mr. Nefarian! It's not like what a gentleman did!"

Nefarian ignored Dick’s vigilance. He stretched out a finger. In the gleam of black light, that finger quickly turned into a ferocious dragon claw with long nails. The black light emerging from the top was like a black line, sliding back and forth on Dick's cane in front of him.

After only 5 seconds, the cane in Dick's hand became a pile of sawdust.

"Hehe, maybe my friendly attitude made you get something wrong!"

The black dragon prince leaned forward, and he retracted his claws, like a male wolf preparing to hunt. His eyes were full of cruelty.

"I've never been a gentleman! I am the King of Blackstone! No one can live freely after doing things that I don't like..."

This sound with a real killing intent was like a cold blade, attached to Dick’s neck, but the paladin was no longer the rookie who had never seen the world before, Nefarian’s killing intent. No matter how strong it is, is it better than two deaths and one finger oncoming?

He smiled freely and responded with a more mocking voice,

"The great Mr. Blackrock King, when are you going to kill your father? I heard that he did a lot of things that make you unsatisfied!"

"..."

Nefarian felt that he had no way to say the next imposing words, he snorted coldly, got up in his sleeves, and said coldly,

"I am telling you to "move", Mr. Dick, the messenger of the Twilight Prophet is already on the way, I hope you can still keep a good mood when you get there!"

The black dragon prince barked his teeth, with a malicious smile on his face, "Oh, please allow me to reveal a little secret of a big man. The prophet doesn't like a glib guy like you, so I can only wish you good luck. friend!"

Dick’s face collapsed with the naked eye. He knew that there would be such a day for a long time, but he was like a death row prisoner in a death row. No one wanted this day to come, and to this moment, from The black dragon prince's face was full of malice, and Dick knew why this guy should give him such a good treatment!

All his humble and courteous attitudes are disguise! He made Dick feel comfortable and free, gave him the illusion that he could escape, and gave him hope!

Then when everything is ready, take everything he has given and personally take it away!

This **** guy, he just wanted to see the despair on Dick's face!

But unfortunately, he didn't see the despair! All he saw was Dick's cold face.

And when the two people were facing each other in silence, a dragon man hurried over and said something to Nefarian. Then Dick saw that the face of the black dragon prince quickly turned ruddy again. When I got up, it looked like I had heard some good news.

The expression over there, the kind of smile that looked like a guinea pig, made Dick aware of something terrible, maybe he was giving birth!

Nefarian rubbed his hands happily, and then whispered something to the dragonman who sent the order. The dragonman led the way. Nefarian also squinted at Dick and let the Buddha go for a moment. This kind of personable temperament returned to him.

"The messenger of the Twilight Prophet will arrive here the day after tomorrow, so this will be the last day we get together, I decided to hold a banquet for you! My knight friend, don’t care about the attitude of those idiots before, please use a Come to the farewell dinner tomorrow night with a happy mind!"

The black dragon prince opened the door and even reminded him intimately,

"Go to bed early, Mr. Dick! I promise that tomorrow's banquet will definitely be unforgettable for you!"

Nefarian left, but Dick had completely lost his sleepiness. No matter what the reason, Nefarian suddenly changed his attitude. For Dick, this would definitely not be a good thing!

The support of the red dragons does not know when they will come. In this cold building, Dick is a real lonely man, he can only rely on himself!

He couldn't help touching the rucksack around his waist. Thankfully, the pride of the black dragon prince kept him from taking Dick's rucksack. The "Doctrine of the Holy Light" and the piece were mixed with the essence of the red dragon. The red spar, that is probably his last hope!

"High Lord..."

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Most of the time, time seemed uncontested, so peaceful, so harmless to humans and animals.

But while waiting for the doom to come, time is so cold, you know that some bad things will happen, but you can't change the trajectory of these things.

They are still destined to be born!

It was not the first time that Dick, who had changed so many things, felt this kind of coldness, but it was definitely the hardest time for him.

The "Doctrine of the Holy Light" in his hand was almost turned over. On the title page, under the crown of Faor, the sentence "The Holy Light is by our side!" Dick has read it countless times, but even Dick, who has always had a good mentality, In the face of today's almost insoluble situation, he also numb his claws for the first time in his life.

Even at the moment he faced Archimonde, he was not like he is now, his heart was full of distracting thoughts, and there was even a trace of fear about certain things that were about to happen in the future.

Until the human form of the black dragon, the pure-blooded black dragon Fermer who guards the Dragon Wing Hall with a gloomy face, walked into Dick’s room and invited him to the "dinner", Dick was still in a bad mood and he wore the black dragon. The black dress that the prince sent here specially, holding his walking stick, followed Fermer and walked out of the room.

But it wasn't until after nearly 10 minutes of walking forward that Dick recovered from the confusion of thoughts. He looked around and immediately realized that the two people had walked out of the Black Wing's Nest and were walking in Hei Wing. In the blackrock tower connected by the nest!

The surrounding Blackrock orcs saw Fermer appearing, standing on the side of the road very cleverly. All the orcs' gazes towards Dick contained complex emotions, that was fear, that was obedience, and Hatred!

Can't hide the hatred!

Reminiscent of the style of black dragons, Dick is not surprised at the appearance of this kind of hatred. Since Deathwing's fall in the battle of the dragons, because of blood, they have been infected with "chaos". The black dragon quickly degenerated from a noble creature into a group of crazy monsters, and wherever they went, they were often thousands of miles away from the ground.

However, thanks to the hostility and expulsion of other dragons, the life of the black dragon is not so easy now.

This is in the burning plains where no one cares. They can dominate. If the black dragon is really allowed to control the Kingdom of Stormwind, once the matter is revealed, the other four-color dragons will not let them be so free. After all, the Titan stays. The guardians who are down will not jump out to interfere with the world if they encounter major events.

They will not allow their fallen likes to interfere with the world guarded by them!

Dick didn't care about what happened to the Blackrock Orcs, there was only one thing in his mind now!

The Blackrock Tower, where the Blackrock Orcs live, also has an arena, but in terms of popularity and size, it is far inferior to the Colosseum of the Black Iron Dwarves, but right now, looking at the direction that Fermer leads the way, Paladin The arms began to tremble.

A guess that made him unable to restrain his inner anger formed in Dick's heart.

I hope it's not...

When he really came to Nefarian sitting above the arena enthusiastically, he saw the tall black-skinned orc in armor and holding a blood-red saber standing next to the Blackstone King. An empty arena.

Dick's fist clenched.

"Ah, my dear knight friend, you are finally here! Reid and I have been waiting for you for a long time! Come on, sit down, in order to prepare this "parting party" for you, Reid has lost 24o Elite veteran, I have also lost a dozen loyal servants, but it is worth it!"

Nefarian was in high spirits. He was wearing a black robe, gloves, and a black velvet ribbon on his body. He draped casually on his shoulders. He raised his beautifully trimmed eyebrows. He waved his cane and pointed towards him. Chief Blackrock waved his hand,

"Well, Reid, let other "guests" come in too! Don't let our distinguished guests wait too long!"

"Banquet, let's start!"

Finally, the Blackstone King stood up from his throne and opened his hands, like a truly proud king. Accompanied by Nefarian’s high voice, the iron railings of the arena were pulled up, one holding a heavy hand. The tall warrior with the shield stepped into the arena in the first step.

Then there is a golden female wizard wearing a white robe, blue hood and holding a weird staff, and a high elf wearing silver armor and holding a green one-handed long sword with shining light. Cat, a druid with a sickle and staff, a young night elf wearing green leather armor with one hand on the hilt of the sword.

The last one is to cover the whole body in a black robe, leaning on a green scythe carved with a skeleton. This is a warlock and one of the best among the six, but at this level, from his slightly trembling hands. It can be seen that this guy is also very tired.

The scars and blood stains on their bodies, as well as the unconcealed exhaustion, showed that they had experienced a long battle. When they saw the sights around the arena, the six people could not help raising their weapons.

They still don't know what they are facing.

At this moment, Dick's hand tightened suddenly!