Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 328 Dragon Hunting Season
Nikelus sat in the tent and pondered for a while, but still couldn't figure it out. After thinking about it, he decided to go out for a walk and have a look first.
After walking out of the tent, Nekros headed towards Stormwind City.
Today, the entire Stormwind City has been transformed into a huge orc barracks. Most of the human buildings that were ruined in the war have been "repaired" by the orcs, with gaps and holes filled with logs and some simple materials. Everywhere are orc-style skeletons and fur decorations, which are rough and wild.
Orc adventurers walked in groups of three or five on the streets, or set up stalls on the roadside to sell spoils, or gathered together to drink and eat meat.
After running from Draenor, that barren hellhole polluted by fel energy, to the rich Azeroth, these orcs who were used to poverty finally got to live a good life of eating meat again. Even the lowest-level orc laborers could finally have a full meal.
On both sides of the street, you can see many orc cages, which hold captives of humans and other races. Despite the harsh living conditions, some of them still managed to survive.
Nikelus glanced at several human soldier prisoners. They glared at him with hatred and fear. Nikelus was not impressed by such meaningless stubbornness. These stupid humans were still thinking about ridiculous honor at this time. They were really stubborn.
Suddenly a loud noise attracted Nikelus' attention.
Fan Debiao (Gnoll leader): "Let me out, let me out! I want to join the tribe, I want to see the chieftain - wooo!"
"What's going on?" asked Nikelus, shouting to an orc guard next to him.
Seeing that it was a clan chieftain, the orc guard did not dare to neglect him. "Today, a gnoll leader came from nowhere and said he wanted to join the tribe. The chieftain was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he locked him up here to calm down."
Nikelus couldn't help but sneer after hearing this. This kind of thing has happened quite a lot recently. All kinds of strange creatures have come to the tribe to join. Most of them are the leaders of some monster groups, leading hundreds of people and want to join the tribe.
A few days ago, a group of dog-headed people came...
But the tribe will not accept any trash race. The orcs are a race that values strength very much and respects the strong. Therefore, they appreciate powerful races the most, such as ogres and tauren, and trolls are just barely acceptable.
As for the goblins, although they have little combat power, their alchemical weapons are very powerful, so they are also included as an exception. In fact, their relationship is more like that of mercenaries.
Nikelus ignored him and walked straight into a tavern.
The orcs changed the functions of most human buildings, except for the tavern, which remained unchanged. They even added many orc-style drinks.
Nowadays, this place is crowded with orc adventurers, and Nekros occasionally comes to visit.
As soon as he walked into the pub, he immediately attracted countless concerned glances, but for some reason, all those eyes were fixed on the top of his head.
As soon as Nikelus sat down, several orcs came over.
"Lord Nekros, are you troubled by something recently? We can help."
"Don't listen to him, Lord Nekros. There are only a few of them. We in the Doomsday Guild have eight hundred Orc warriors. We can handle any job. Just ask."
"Many people are useless. Although we in the Red Blood Alliance only have a few dozen people, all of us are masters above level 40. Please consider us, Master Nekros."
Nikelus was a little surprised. Until now, he still couldn't understand why these adventurers could always notice it first and come to him to ask for work every time he had troubles.
Nikelus was quite satisfied with the professionalism of these adventurers. As long as the money was paid, these orc adventurers could do any job, from collecting wild boar meat, to mining ore, picking herbs, killing the Alliance, and even serving as test subjects for spells.
Although I feel that the task this time is a bit beyond the standard, it doesn't hurt to give it a try.
Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "Warriors of the tribe, the great chief has given me an important mission to capture more powerful dragons to serve the tribe. I need intelligence in this regard. Anyone who can provide the location of the dragon's nest will receive a reward."
[System prompt: You have triggered the quest 'Dragon Hunting Season'. Help the Dragonmaw Warlock Nekros to find information about the dragon clan. Nekros is willing to pay a huge reward for this. Do you want to accept it? Yes/No.]
Task prompts suddenly popped up in front of these orc players, and they happily accepted the tasks and left.
Seeing these adventurers accept the jobs, Nikelus felt more hopeful.
Maybe it really can create a miracle.
Unexpectedly, this miracle came faster than he thought. Before it got dark, an orc came to hand in the task.
The orc in front of him named Alduin seemed to be from the Blackrock Clan. He had dark skin, strong muscles, and a hood on his head. He seemed to be an assassin or something like that.
Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "Have you found any information about the Dragon's Lair?"
Alduin (Mysterious Orc): "Lord Nekros, I have found information more valuable than the information about the Dragon's Nest. Have you heard of the 'Dragon Soul'?"
"Dragon Soul? What is that?"
"It is a legendary and powerful artifact. It is said to have been jointly created by the five dragon kings who guarded the dragon clan ten thousand years ago. It is infused with the guardian , so it has the power to control all dragons. As long as you get this artifact, you can use it to control all dragons. How about it? This is much more valuable than the information about the dragon's nest."
Nekros was a little bit unbelievable, "Is the 'Dragon Soul' really that powerful?"
"It is absolutely true. This artifact was sealed after the War of the Ancients and hidden in an unknown place. Fortunately, I happened to find this place. It is hidden in an ancient night elf ruin. However, it is guarded by many terrible monsters. I cannot go in alone, but with the power of Lord Nekros, it should not be difficult to do it."
"Where is it? Tell me now!"
Nekros asked impatiently, "The Dragon Soul! Master the power of the dragons in the world! Such a powerful artifact must be obtained."
"Hehe, well, Lord Nekros, shouldn't you express your gratitude? I paid a huge price to find that relic."
"That's enough. Just tell me the location of the ruins. Gold, equipment, and mounts won't be a problem."
"Haha, Lord Nekros is so open-minded. The ruins are right here..."
The black-skinned orc whispered in Nekros' ear and told him the location of the ruins.
After hearing this, Nekros immediately prepared for action and threw a bag of gold coins to the other party: "If this information is true, I will give you a huge reward after the task is completed, but if it is false - hehe, you know the price of betraying the tribe."
"Don't worry, this information is absolutely true."
When the black-skinned orc in front of him walked away happily with the gold coins, Nikelus immediately took action.
As soon as they returned to the Dragonmaw Clan's camp, they began to gather soldiers. According to them, there were many ancient monsters around the ruins, such as corrupted tree men, fallen bear monsters, and they had to gather a force to kill their way in.
However, before the troops had gathered, a man was alarmed, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan - Zulud.
Zurud (Dragonmaw Chieftain): "Nekros, what are you doing?"
Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "I am following the orders of the Great Chief to capture more dragons. I just received intelligence that a new dragon nest has been discovered, so..."
"No need, I will be the one to do it myself this time, you just stay and guard the camp."
Nekros suddenly became anxious. He wanted to have peace of mind only if he had control over such a powerful artifact as the Dragon Soul.
"Chief, let me go. You don't know where the dragon's nest is. I..."
"You what? Do you want to seize power? Don't forget that I am the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan. As for the location of the Dragon's Nest, hey, I just received some information. Don't worry, when I find that 'Dragon's Nest', the Dragonmaw Clan will become the most powerful clan in the tribe."
What! Nikelus was surprised. The other party's tone was not right. Could it be that... He suddenly had a vague feeling that the black-skinned orc had also sold the information to Zulud?
"Master Chief..."
"That's enough, Nekros. I will do this myself. It is decided."
Zurud said without further ado, and directly gathered the Fel Dragon Riders. He even rode on an adult Fel Dragon and set off.
The Dragonmaw Clan is a bit like a miniature version of a tribe. The clan chief Zulud is a shaman, while Nekros is a warlock. The two don't really get along well with each other on a daily basis, but they are all from the same clan, so they naturally have to unite outside , but there will naturally be conflicts within the clan.
Orcs only recognize power. Whoever is powerful can become the clan chief. Zulud will naturally not sit idly by and watch Nekros doing this and that. He also wants to show his presence when he has the chance. Not to mention that this time he received important information, the whereabouts of the legendary ancient artifact - the Dragon Soul.
Nekros watched Zurud leave with gritted teeth, but did not order the soldiers to disband.
"Let's take action too," he said to his men.
An orc warlock said nervously, "But Lord Nekros, the chieftain said..."
"Soon he won't be the chief anymore."
"But we don't have enough dragons."
Nekros interrupted him directly, "If we don't have a fel dragon, we can ride a wyvern. We must not miss this opportunity."
Soon, Nikelus also led a team of dragon wind riders out.
As two troops flew out of the Dragonmaw Clan's camp one after another, the black-skinned orc on the wall of Stormwind City in the distance smiled and slipped out quietly. When he reached a deserted place, he suddenly transformed himself into a young black dragon, flapped his wings, and flew towards a mountain near Stormwind City.
The young black dragon flew very fast and carefully, without being noticed, and landed silently next to a small wooden house on the top of the mountain. Inside the wooden door, a human was chatting with a night elf, a high elf, and a dwarf.
Seeing the orcs coming in, the four of them immediately turned around.
That human was Morpheus, and the remaining three were all black dragon lords who were on good terms with Morpheus.
'Dark Witch' Agnes, 'Death in the Mist' Summerfield, 'Howling Wind' Ter Horason.
Death Shadow Morpheus (Black Dragon King): "So the orcs have already started to act?"
Alduin (Black Dragon Lurker): "That's right, Lord Morpheus. Zurud couldn't wait to lead his team out, and Nekros also led a team to follow. They are now on their way to the ruins."
'Death Shadow' Morpheus (Black Dragon King): "Very good, then we should prepare for action. Once the Dragon Soul is taken out of the ruins, it will no longer be under the surveillance of the Dragon Covenant. Then we can take action. However, just in case, it is best not to show the presence of the Black Dragon Legion unless it is absolutely necessary. Go and gather an army of monster servants and let the cannon fodder take action first. We will hide in the dark and wait for the opportunity to act. The Dragonmaw Clan is not weak, so we must be absolutely sure."
Morpheus said as he secretly pondered his own plan, as long as he could master the power of the Dragon Soul, he would be one step closer to his goal.
…
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh
The sound of dragon wings flapping the air rustled in the sky.
Murphy passed through the circular storm surrounding the top of Tongtian Peak and slowly landed on the platform at the top of the mountain.
Almost at the moment he landed, the mysterious voice rang out again.
A mysterious voice said, "Welcome - Dragon Feast Man. It seems that the power of the dragon has not made you give up your ambition. You brought the Dragon Feast so quickly. I have to say that your speed surprised me. Your strength to defeat the ancient dragon surprised me even more."
Murphy turned back into human form, stretched his muscles, and took out Eranikus' heart.
"How do you know I brought dragon food?"
A mysterious voice said, "All ancient dragons are descended from ancient dragons. They were once members of the ancient dragon clan. I remember each one of them vividly, including the one in your hand - Eranikus. The last time I saw it, it was still a newly degenerated ancestor dragon. It was weak and full of filth and stupidity derived from the curse of the ancient gods.
It seems that tens of thousands of years have not made it any stronger.
Come, perform the dragon feast, let its vile flesh and blood, and its incomplete soul complete the dragon race's final mission, and absorb its original power."
Murphy nodded, but was a little confused.
"So, just eat it like usual?"
Mysterious voice: "No, this time is different. The soul of the ancient dragon is very powerful. Even if the body is dead, the soul still exists and resides in the dragon's heart. When you perform the Dragon Feast and devour its remaining flesh and blood, the soul of the ancient dragon will appear in your sea of consciousness.
You must kill it again, destroy its soul once and for all, and every trace of its existence.
Its original power will finally emerge, and then you must absorb its remaining original power. Only in this way can you truly complete the Dragon Feast and embark on the path of the ancient dragon."
