Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 346: The Will of the Dragon Soul
Plop!
Zurud was thrown heavily to the ground, and the dragon soul in his hand fell to the ground. Then he was caught by a huge dragon claw. Zurud struggled with all his might, but was completely unable to resist the power of the dragon.
Morpheus (King of Black Dragons): "Do you feel despair? Ignorant orc, look at the fate of your people, being slaughtered like wild dogs. This is the result of overestimating one's own abilities. Does this scene make you feel painful? Angry? Haha, good, it seems you are not as useless as you look."
The black dragon's words, like the sting of a poisonous thorn, echoed in Zulud's ears. As he spoke, Morpheus picked up the dragon soul and admired it to his heart's content between the dragon's claws.
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Zurud roared angrily, his eyes attracted by the battle in front of him. The orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan were suffering from the crazy killing of the black dragon. Facing the attack launched by several black dragon lords, these orcs didn't stand a chance at all.
No matter how bravely they fought or how desperately they attacked, they were all easily crushed by the Black Dragon Lord.
Zurud looked at Nikelus, perhaps he could escape back to the tribe and report everything that happened here to the chief. The tribe would definitely make these despicable reptiles pay the price!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! This is all a trap! That despicable black-skinned orc! I've been tricked!
Nikelus retreated while muttering to himself in shock and anger. Zurud had been caught and he didn't want to end up like this.
Several orc warriors around him were still holding their posts. They retreated and asked, "Lord Nekros, what should we do?"
"Keep fighting. For the glory of the tribe, you must not retreat a single step."
While speaking, Nikelus raised his staff - the devil's magic circle!
A pattern of a demonic magic circle suddenly appeared under his feet. This was a life-saving skill that he had carefully learned. By using the reverse casting of the magic circle that summoned the demon, he could teleport his body to a fixed location.
The last time, he used this trick to escape from the Storm Dragon King and those Alliance heroes.
Before he set out, he set up a demonic magic circle on the altar in the military camp. As long as he activated the demonic magic circle, he could be teleported back.
Of course - this move can only work on himself.
This time he also placed his hopes on this spell.
However, even though the spell was ineffective, the ground beneath his feet remained motionless. Not only that, several pitch-black tentacles stretched out wildly from the ground and suddenly bound up his entire body.
"Foolish orc warlock, your ridiculous spells are useless in front of the mysterious dragon language magic."
A slightly mocking voice came from behind, and a female black dragon with curved dragon horns landed, sneering at the embarrassed Nikelus.
To Nikelus' surprise, the other party did not bite him off, but grabbed him and threw him in front of Morpheus.
With the last orc being killed, the battle finally ended. Nekros and Zulud, a pair of brothers in distress, were pinned to the ground, waiting for the choice of their fate.
At this time, Morpheus was admiring his spoils.
Onyxia looked at the 'stone' in Morpheus's hand suspiciously: "Is this the Dragon Soul? It looks a bit... ordinary."
Indeed, the appearance of the Dragon Soul is nothing like its reputation. However, in fact, very few people have actually seen this thing. Even Onyxia has only glanced at it from afar.
Several other black dragon lords also came over, looking at the strange stone piece in Morpheus's hand with awe and curiosity.
Morpheus smiled at Onyxia, "Yes, this is the Dragon Soul. Neltharion used his scales to create this artifact, which contains part of the guardian power of the four dragon kings. This dragon scale is unusual. It was taken from Deathwing when he was still an ancient dragon. Later, when the ancient dragon suffered the curse of flesh and blood and degenerated into a proto-dragon, this dragon scale was also preserved by him using secret methods.
Only the body of the ancient dragon can bear the protection of the four dragon kings at the same time. It is precisely because this scale is closely related to Deathwing that only he has the ability to control this artifact. The other dragon kings have no way to get involved.
And now, it belongs to me!"
As Morpheus spoke, he suddenly grasped the stone dragon scale dragon soul in his dragon claws, and a powerful force instantly penetrated his whole body.
Ahhhh! He let out a roar that was half painful and half joyful. The powerful force released by the artifact in his hand made him extremely excited.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everything around suddenly became vague, as if falling into a dream. The red light of life bloomed on Morpheus' body, and magic power turned into a vortex, generating ripples of arcane power in the air.
At this moment, Morpheus could feel the power hidden in this magic, as if it was within his reach. However, the next second - with a bang, the huge force made him suddenly release his dragon claws.
The light on the dragon
Morpheus was a little annoyed. It was strange that the Dragon Soul was resisting him. Deathwing had died long ago, and as the one who inherited the power of the Guardian of the Earth, he should be the best successor of the Dragon Soul. Or did he need Deathwing's direct bloodline?
But Nefarian was dead... He looked at Onyxia who was picking her nails beside him.
It is not a wise choice to hand the artifact to this woman. Although she has surrendered to me, women are always unpredictable, let alone women from the black dragon clan who are known for their cunning. No, I must control it myself.
However, once this artifact appears in the world, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the Dragon Covenant. Before fully mastering the power of this artifact, he must hide everything.
He looked suddenly at the two orcs on the ground.
It's over! Zurud and Nekros thought at the same time, this is the end.
The dying green dragon was also looking at Morpheus, as if waiting for him to release him.
"Lord Morpheus..." the green dragon begged.
Morpheus didn't even look at the green dragon, but looked at the two orcs.
"Tell me - foolish orc, do you want to make a deal with me? Swear allegiance to me, submit to the great Black Dragon King, and I will spare your lives."
Zurud (Chief Dragonmaw): "Dream on, you evil reptile. Orcs will never be slaves. I am the chief of the Dragonmaw clan. For the sake of my tribe—"
Puff! The dragon's sharp claws cut off Zulud's head like a razor. The headless body rolled to the side, and Nekros trembled with fear.
Ignoring the system prompt ringing in his ears, Morpheus looked at Nikelus again.
"And what about you, Warlock? Are you as steadfast as your chieftain?"
Nekros (Dragonmaw Warlock): "Oh, great black dragon king, Nekros is willing to serve you. It is the humble Nekros's lifelong honor to serve a being as great as you."
Nikelus trembled and crouched down, and his cowering appearance made Morpheus laugh with delight.
Morpheus (King of Black Dragons): "Hahaha, I like smart people like you. It seems that orcs are not always a group of brainless idiots. However, smart people like you always like to do bad things. I think I have to take some precautions. I think you can understand."
"Please give your orders, Lord Black Dragon King."
"Then give me half of your soul."
What? Before Nekros could react, Onyxia had already blasted him with Soul Break.
Ahhh! Nikelus let out a heart-wrenching scream. He felt as if his whole body was torn apart. Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a few seconds. He suddenly felt relieved.
My mind just feels dizzy, as if I have forgotten something important.
When he turned around, he saw another self staring at him blankly.
…
"Woo, woo, woo!" The sound of a horn echoed across the empty wasteland. Orgrim was thinking about the battle two days later when he heard a commotion.
"What happened?"
"It's Nekros who has returned, Chieftain. They have captured many black dragons."
Orgrim was a little surprised and hurried out.
In the sky, groups of black dragons circled and landed in the camp of the Dragonmaw Clan.
With a festive look on his face, Nekros called upon the orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan to come and receive this new batch of dragon captives.
When Orgrim walked into the Dragonmaw Clan camp, he saw a fiery scene.
These black baby dragons were obediently locked up in the dragon's cave.
Seeing Orgrim coming, Nekros hurried to meet him.
"You're finally back. I thought you guys wouldn't be able to make it to this war. Where's Zulud?"
"The chief was bitten to death by a black dragon during the hunt."
Zurud is dead? Humph, what a waste! Orgrim was not surprised by this result. The orc clans were not always harmonious. The power struggle was extremely brutal and direct. In another period of history, Orgrim came to power by overthrowing Blackhand.
Even in this timeline, when Orgrim came to power, he still had to purge Blackhand's former subordinates.
The power struggle between Nekros and Zulud is nothing new, but as long as it does not affect the overall plan of the tribe, Orgrim generally does not interfere in the internal affairs of the clans.
Orgrim looked at Nekros and vaguely felt that something was wrong with him. The smile on Nekros' face was unusually festive, not at all like his usual cunning and gloomy self.
He just thought the other party was pretending.
"What did we gain from this operation? Will it affect the combat?"
"We lost a lot of warriors, but the gains were also very gratifying. I found a powerful magic weapon in an ancient ruin. With it, I can continuously obtain more dragon mounts.
I have successfully enslaved a powerful green dragon, and not only that, we have also controlled a group of black dragons."
Nikelus excitedly took out a huge glowing disc.
This disc looks like gold but is not gold, like crystal but is not crystal. It emits a dazzling light and is obviously extraordinary at first glance.
"This is the dragon soul. It has the power to control the dragon."
Orgrim was surprised and delighted, this was really great.
With such a powerful air force, this battle will surely win the final victory.
"Well done, Nekros. It seems that you have enough strength to take over the position of Chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan. Work hard. As long as you make achievements in the upcoming war, I will officially appoint you to lead the Dragonmaw Clan."
…
Three days passed in a flash.
When the day of war arrived and the dawn sun rose from the horizon, the Alliance camp suddenly became agitated.
Countless infantrymen in distinctive armor, knights, archers, dwarf musketeers carrying huge rifles, and heroic Windrunner rangers, marched out of the military camp in groups.
In the sky outside the military camp, thousands of parrots were already circling and chirping, turning on the camera function of their systems to watch this magnificent war scene.
During these three days, the Alliance army did not sit idly by, but divided into three groups and marched from the Arathi Highlands into the vast wetland swamp. The three armies advanced in parallel. If the Horde refused to fight, then these three armies would completely block the Horde's army in the Wrathfang Plains area.
Murphy was one of the commanders of the left army. At this time, he was riding a horse, watching the army march slowly together with Duke Lothar of Stormwind, Prince Trollbane of Stromgarde, and two archmages of Dalaran.
The militia of Alterac marched on the left wing of the coalition, led by Dara Bengba. However, the one who was actually in charge of the command was the militia leader 'Old Soldier's Sword'. Because of his outstanding performance in the battle of Ice Wolf Field, under the strong suggestion of Dara Bengba, the Prince's Council promoted this old player and made him responsible for training the entire militia. Coupled with the plot points obtained in the battle of Ice Wolf Field, he can be said to have one foot in the threshold of becoming a hero.
These 10,000 militiamen marched in unison with measured steps. It really felt like an elite force.
However, what really attracted attention were the 1,500 extraordinary .
Five hundred heavily armored dragoons marched in formation, their dragon scale armor making the steel-armored Storm Knights and leather-armored Horn Summoning Rangers next to them look like beggars.
"Prince Aidan, I have to say, your dragon-clad heavy cavalry are truly impressive." Lothar said with some envy.
"Well, when it comes to actual combat experience, the Knights of the Storm Knights are more experienced. I feel honored to be able to fight alongside the Storm Knights."
"There is no honor for a defeated general. I just hope that I can defeat those barbaric orcs in this battle and regain the glory that belongs to the Kingdom of Stormwind."
After saying that, Lothar lowered his voice again, "Did Varian really go to Northrend?"
Murphy nodded. "Yes, he was determined to do so. In order to defeat the orcs, he placed his hope on a legendary artifact and vowed to find it."
"This kid... Alas, he has to bear burdens that aren't what he should have at his age. It's all because we old guys are useless." Losa sighed helplessly.
"In that case, Stormwind Kingdom was able to fight against the entire orc tribe for half a year. Although it was defeated, it is still an honor. Now with the military support of the entire Alliance, it is bound to defeat those orcs completely. By then, I think there will be no need for Varian to stay in that cold northern wasteland." Murphy comforted Lothar.
Lothar also nodded, "You are right, Prince Aidan, let us win this battle together."
