Chapter 97: Cooperation between the Black Dragon and the Orcs

"Damn it!" Talon Bloodthirster threw a wooden cup to the ground. Just now in Blackrock Spire, the damned brothers Rend and Maim not only rejected him but also humiliated him. Taunts like "You are just an idiot" and "We are waiting to receive your corpses" still echoed in his ears. Angrily kicking the cup on the ground, Talon thought that he had no choice but to venture into the mountains of Grim Batol to find the Dragonmaw Clan.

"Human!" The orcs who were traveling with Tyrone spotted a human, and several of them rushed forward with a roar. Tyrone turned his head to take a look, but saw that the human effortlessly snatched the weapon of the fastest orc with his bare hands, and then threw the orc out.

"Stop." The human said this word, his voice was not loud but full of majesty. All the orcs and death knights stopped their actions. Even Tyrone himself was not sure if he dared to disobey him.

The human slowly walked into his camp, and Tyrone saw his face clearly in the light of the fire. The human in front of him had shiny black hair and a sharp-edged face but elegant. He should be very handsome in human society. He was tall and well-dressed, with a long sword inlaid with gems on his waist. Even a contemptuous smile on his face could not erase the intimacy that made people want to get close to him.

Talon asked, "Who are you?"

"As for me... hehe." The human laughed out loud. "I have many names, such as Netharion, but the one you know best should be Deathwing."

Before he finished speaking, his shadow flashed, and his huge wings spread out on both sides.

Deathwing! Just the name made Talon feel dizzy. He had heard of this name before. It was called the most powerful creature in the world. In the past wars, the orcs saw black dragons several times. He was also curious why his compatriots did not catch the black dragons that liked to be alone but caught the red dragons that lived in groups. Now he understood that no fool would do something that would make Deathwing angry.

Talon Bloodfiend wanted to ask some questions but found that his trembling teeth could not utter a word. Deathwing smiled, found a rock, took out a square cloth to cover it, and sat on it elegantly.

"Don't be nervous, I don't want to kill you, otherwise you would have been turned to ashes." Deathwing laughed contemptuously, "I have observed you for a long time, and I admire you very much, especially the power you have and the cohesion of unity."

Unity? Is he being sarcastic? Talon thought, if they were united, there would be no Gul'dan and Blackrock Spire.

Deathwing said to himself, "You are from Draenor? I really want to see the world that nurtures brave and determined creatures like you."

After saying this, Deathwing did not forget to curse Richard in his heart. If this guy had not always refused to let him go to the alien world he discovered, why would he need to look for these orcs? A group of guys who dominate and make slaves for themselves. If you don't know how to share your things, you deserve to be sealed.

"A-choo!" Richard, who had finally found a planet, sneezed and lost his clues. "Damn it! Who is shamelessly talking about me? It must be Nexus. That old guy must be secretly criticizing me for not letting him go to that world..."

The three hobbies of Mr. Nexus, a famous biologist in Azeroth, are to create new creatures, create powerful new creatures, and create very powerful new creatures (the famous saboteur Deathwing also has three hobbies: destruction, amazing destruction, and amazing destruction). The new world is very attractive to him. He has always believed that new life forms can provide new possibilities for his creation.

However, Talon Bloodfiend is not clear about the hobbies of the giant beast in front of him. He is trying to figure out what Deathwing's purpose is.

Before he could figure it out, the black dragon said, "I heard that you went to find the brothers Rend and Maim. Haha, they are two idiots. The current stability can make them forget the crisis. I also know that you want to get the red dragons enslaved by the Dragonmaw Clan. They will only bring trouble to you."

Talon really didn't know how to answer, so he could only say in a flattering way, "Dragons are a powerful race..."

Deathwing interrupted him, "We are indeed very powerful. I know you need allies. If you agree to my conditions, I can kindly let my offspring help you achieve your goal."

As Talon was thinking, an orc next to him showed an ugly smile and held a glass of malt to please him.

"Get out of here!" The dragon king's anger frightened the orc and he sat on the ground. Deathwing glanced at the malt liquor spilled on the ground with disgust. After interacting with Richard more and more, he no longer looked down on this crude liquor.

Talon Gorefiend also shuddered. He decided to agree to Deathwing's request. After all, he could get the help of a powerful dragon: "I promise you, Deathwing."

Deathwing was dissatisfied: "Call me Lord Deathwing."

Talon quickly changed his words: "Yes, Lord Deathwing. We will do our best to assist you and your people to achieve your goals, but we have to go to the north to get some things first."

"Very good." Deathwing was satisfied with his answer, "I will contact my people, and they will help you achieve your goals."

"Huh." After Deathwing left, Talon Gorefiend raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, but found that he had become a death knight and no longer had sweat glands. Talon could only hope that Deathwing would not deceive him. After all, even if a being of his level deceived him, he would have no way to stop him.

Deathwing did not walk far. On another hillside stood a burly man with a full beard and a chimera on his shoulder.

"Father, how is it?" Nefarian, who used the alias Nefarianos, asked his father.

Deathwing tapped the hound's chin with his index finger: "As we expected, they dared not refuse. I have a new task for you. You are going to turn Blackrock Mountain and its creatures into our new slaves."

Nefarian smiled and said, "That's easy, father."

"Very good, I will go to Lordaeron to make preparations first. You will take care of your sister during this time."

Deathwing rubbed a hearthstone and returned to the Hearthstone Inn in Lordaeron and ordered a glass of margarite.

"Mr. Prestor, your Margaret."

"Call me Duke."

"Duke Prestor, your Margaret."

"Hmm." Deathwing then picked up the glass and sipped the wine. Under Richard's arrangement, Deathwing had transformed into Duke Prestor and sneaked into Lordaeron. With the help of the black dragon's charm magic, Deathwing had won the favor of several noblewomen and spent a sweet night with several of them.