Chapter 10 Chapter nine

"We will divide into two groups." Gorefiend instructed Fenris, Taga, and his death knights.The crowd quickly dismantled the temporary camp around them. "I need……" The surroundings suddenly fell silent, so the Gorefiend looked up.Deathwing returned to their side, still in the same human form as before.His eyes met Tyrone's. "What, do you think I won't come back?" "No, of course not." Not sure if it was because he said something wrong, Deathwing's brow furrowed, it was obvious that the dragon felt offended.Gorefiend realized that what he just said might be interpreted as arrogance by the other party, so he hurriedly added, "I fully believe what you said, Lord Deathwing."

The black dragon's anger seemed to have been quelled, so the Gorefiend continued, "We need to go to Alterac and from there to Dalaran. May we ask your sons to do us a favor?" "Okay. Now I will summon them." Deathwing tilted his head back, opened his mouth to a degree that a real human would never be able to reach, and let out a continuous and piercing roar.Auditory hallucinations appeared in everyone's minds, and a biting wind blew around them.The ground under his feet trembled, as if responding to the Black Dragon King.Some orcs trembled, and even Gorefiend could not keep his peace of mind.

Eventually, Deathwing closed his mouth and his face returned to normal.The black dragon had a smile on his face, as if he was pleased with the discomfort of the orcs and death knights, he said, "Okay, they will be here soon." "Thank you." The Gorefiend bowed and thanked.He turned to the two orc chieftains beside him and said, "Your task will be difficult, but it is necessary. I need you to go to the Tomb of Sargeras." Although he didn't want to ask that, and he was afraid of the two would refuse the task, but he had to. Tajja grunted and seemed disturbed, and even the stronger Fenris looked bewildered. "You're sending us to our deaths!" Fenris yelled.

"Not all. There is an artifact that Ner'zhul needs. I will send Ragnok to assist you and explain to you..." "Gul'dan—even the mighty Gul'dan died there!" Fenris interrupted. "We've heard stories of him. Gul'dan raised the land from the bottom of the sea, only to be torn to pieces by the monsters who guarded it. Only a few escaped, while most others People died screaming in pain. There are demons there, gorefiends!" When he first heard this passage, the Gorefiend felt very funny. For humans in this world, they regard orcs as evil. "If I knew that I would not succeed, do you think I would send you and one of my death knights to die?" They did not answer this question, but exchanged a worried look.The Gorefiend flashed his trademark grin of the dead to both of them. "This is better. As I said just now, you must find an artifact. As for the details, Regnock will tell you. After you find it, return to the Dark Portal as soon as possible, We'll meet you there, because the Warsong clan can't hold the Alliance's attention forever."

The two chiefs nodded, looking more confident.The Gorefiend looked at the two of them.Taga was a good fighter, but he wasn't cunning enough or smart enough.In comparison, Fenris is much better. As long as he is around, the chieftain of the Bonechewer clan will not do anything stupid.Satisfied, the Gorefiend turned to the Black Dragonlord again, "Great Deathwing, can you take them to the Tomb of Sargeras?" The Dragon King nodded and said, "We know the island you mentioned, and these are my descendants. I think they are enough to carry you." At the same time as the black dragon was speaking, the Gorefiend heard a noise, it seemed to be the sound of heavy rain falling through the air and hitting the ground.Gorefiend looked up, and under the night sky, he found some black shadows, but they were obviously not raindrops.Talon felt the earth rumbling again beneath his feet.Suddenly, he found some orange-yellow points of light shining among the gradually growing shadows, and they slowly changed into diamond-like shapes.Gorefiend's eyes widened, realizing that those orange flashes were hot lava from the beast's mouth, and that the deafening noise was the sound of great wings beating.

The dragon swooped down, and the Gorefiend watched in awe.When they landed, the ground trembled under their feet, and steaming liquid flames fell from their mouths.Their smooth black scales shimmered in the starlight, and their giant claws were like polished steel.These black dragons stand on the ground or boulders, and to the Gorefiend they have become one with the earth, a living, deadly being.When all the dragons landed, they folded their huge dragon wings, stared at the orcs in front of them with ebony eyes, and shook their heads and tails slightly.To Gorefiend, it felt like a cat studying its prey carefully before eating it, and he shuddered.

"Here come my children," Deathwing said to the crowd, with obvious pride in his tone. "The strongest creature on the continent of Azeroth!" It pointed to a particularly large black dragon beside it, with two huge horns on its forehead. "Sabellian," when he called out the black dragon's name, the other black dragons bowed their heads. "He's my lieutenant, in charge of everything. He and a few other companions will take your orcs to the island you mentioned. As for the trip to Alterac, I'll take you there myself." "It's my honor." The Gorefiend began, but Deathwing impatiently waved his hand to shut the Gorefiend, and the black dragon's eyes glowed red like burning charcoal.He continued, "Mortal, don't be too arrogant, I am not doing this to show you respect, I just want to help you succeed. If you fail, then my plan will only come to naught. I hope You don't want to be like this, if you want to live... well, at least live as you are now."

Deathwing smirked, and then the laugh grew louder, from an ordinary human laugh, to darker and more terrifying.He threw his head back, raised his arms, and brought a gust of wind.The strong wind hit them, forcing the Gorefiend and the others to lean against the rock behind them involuntarily. What is he doing?At that moment, Gorefiend wondered uncomfortably, maybe it was all just a low-level joke, and Deathwing was tired of the game by now. The dying campfire swayed in the sudden wind, casting strange shadows on the ground.Behind the wildly laughing man, Deathwing's real shadow gradually grew bigger and twisted constantly, as if it also had life.The shadow slowly changed its shape, and the huge shadow of dragon wings stretched out, covering the surrounding mountains, covering the other black dragons and the surrounding environment.For the third time that night the earth trembled, and this time many orcs fell to the ground.Suddenly, the ground split apart, and boiling steam spewed upwards. The liquid flame dripping from the mouth of the black dragon seemed to be the aftermath of the magma from deep underground.

As the shadow changed, so did Deathwing's human body.His figure gradually became blurred, as if absorbed by the shadow behind him, only his eyes were still clearly visible.The black dragon's eyes began to grow longer and slanted, and redder and brighter in color, as if reflecting the light of the flames before them, but at last the eyes dwarfed those flames. The black dragon's body and shadow are still changing.The illusory body seemed to have started to gain substance, and began to push away the nearby rocks.The body stretched crazily, as if it wanted to match its shadow as soon as possible.

A black dragon, yes, but...he's not just an ordinary black dragon.He is the most powerful, fiercest, and most terrifying one, and he is the father of the black dragon. Gorefiend believed that Deathwing should be the most perfect of the black dragons, but when he gradually changed his form, Gorefiend changed his opinion.Deathwing didn't have the black beauty of his brood, just a gleaming metal armor that ran from head to tail along his spine.Beneath those armors, Gorefiend saw something glowing, red and gold and white, that seemed to be... molten fire surging within him.The iron plates embedded in Deathwing's spine seemed to hold his body together, but the final effect was jarring.Gorefiend understood why Deathwing cared so much about the appearance of his human form—his dragon form was deeply flawed.

In the reptilian face, the red eyes were shining brightly.The black dragon spread its huge wings, and the leathery surface was as dark as a starless night, wrinkled and wrinkled like the face of an old woman.The energy from the dragon's body pulsed like a burning flame emitting heat. "Come, little death knight, if you dare." Deathwing commanded, his voice deep.The black dragon lowered his head, almost to the ground.For a moment, the Gorefiend felt completely unable to move.Tai Long hurriedly forced himself to obey the command of the black dragon.Trembling, he climbed up from the place between the black dragon's neck and the armored shoulders.Thankfully, those exotic metal plates made it easy for him to grab, and everyone else rushed to imitate Gorefiend.After a while, the Gorefiend's troops climbed up the black dragon. Deathwing kicked the ground without warning, his wings swung down, and he soared into the air.He flapped his wings back and forth, everyone gradually moved away from the ground, and the Gorefiend held onto the black dragon tightly.The air supported them soaring, as if the mighty black dragon was as light as a falling leaf.His wings were so low that at one point Gorefiend thought they would scrape the ground.Saberian and the black dragons he chose separated from Deathwing, rushed forward, and disappeared into the night sky.The black dragon leaned to the right, leading the orcs towards Alterac. Aiden Perenolde, King of Alterac, a criminal imprisoned in the palace, woke up in shock.He was dreaming, and now he can still remember the fleeting but clearly visible something huge, dark, reptile-like looming above him, still... laughing ?Perenolde thought bitterly, perhaps this was a metaphor for his fate. He wiped his face, trying to drive the nightmare away, but couldn't fall back asleep.Perenolde got up grumbling.Maybe a drink will help.He poured himself a glass of wine that was crimson—as blood-red—and sipped it slowly, thinking about the choices that had brought him to where he was today. At that moment, the choice seemed so easy, so wise, so right.The orcs were about to destroy everything in sight, and he negotiated with them to save his people.He frowned, staring at the glass in his hand, remembering the conversation he had with Orgrim Doomhammer.It seemed like everything was going to go according to plan - but somehow it didn't.His so-called "betrayal" was discovered by the alliance, and the orcs did not succeed in destroying everything as before.These green-skinned idiots. Suddenly, the door to his bedroom was slammed open.Startled, Perenolde spilled his drink on his pajamas.At this time, several tall figures rushed in.At that moment, Aiden was stunned, he felt like he was daydreaming, which really meant Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.Even more bizarre, those orcs—what were the orcs doing in his palace? — caught him and dragged him to the door.Perenolde regained consciousness a little, and he tried to break free from the orc.One of them lifted the king onto his shoulders, and the orcs moved on.They passed the bodies of Perenold's bodyguards and walked out the front door of the palace, and the orcs put Aiden back on the ground again. "No! Please, I..." His cry stopped suddenly.Above him loomed a creature almost as large as his palace, with black scales, shining plate armor, and wings of leather.The long, narrow head dangled from side to side, studying the humans below, its eyes glowing red. "King Perenolde." The dry voice did not sound like it was coming from the dragon's tusk-studded mouth.Perenold shuddered, realizing that it wasn't the only one, that someone was riding on its shoulders, leaning on its neck.Or, something was riding on it, and Perenolde changed his mind.The rider had shining eyes, a hooded cloak, and strangely wrapped limbs.Why hadn't he seen this creature in the Second War?As spokesperson for the tribe? "King Perenolde," the knight called his name again. "We're here to talk to you." "Oh?" Perenolde replied, his voice barely audible. "With me? Really?" "During that war, you made a deal with the Horde." "Huh?" Perenolde tried to connect the upper and lower. "Ah, yes! Yes, I have made a deal with Doomhammer himself! I am your ally! I am with you!" "Where is the Book of Medivh?" asked the strange-looking knight. "Give it to me!" "What?" At that moment, the knight's sudden change of subject dispelled Perenolde's fears. "The book? What do you want it for?" "I don't have time to explain to you," said the knight sharply.He muttered something else and gestured with one hand.Perenolde suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his whole body was convulsed. "This is just to show you what I can do," the stranger told the Alterac king.Perenolde was still in pain, and the man's words seemed to him to come from far away. "Now, give me that book!" Perenolde tried to do this, but he failed.The king grasped his knees with both hands, and fell to his knees.After that, the pain disappeared.He stood up slowly, his body still trembling, and looked at the two powerful creatures in front of him.The burning light in the dragon's eyes left a mark on the deepest part of his soul.I don't know why, but the black dragon's stare doesn't seem to be as tortured as before.The pain cleared Perenolde, allowing him to concentrate.This would be a great opportunity if he didn't do something stupid. "I have that book," he admitted. "Or, I stole the book from Stormwind, and I know where it is." He absently wiped the wine stains on his nightgown. "At first I thought I could use it as a bargaining chip. The Alliance took my throne and my kingdom because I helped you in the last war." He studied the knight and suddenly thought of his Proper name: Death Knight.Yes, apparently he's a death knight, which means he has a place in the Horde. Perenold thought for a while and said, "I will give you that book... for your help." The knight didn't speak, but judging from his attitude, he should still be listening. "Alliance soldiers are stationed in my kingdom to spy on me and control me. Take them all and the book will be yours." For a moment, the death knight didn't move, then he nodded. "Very good," he replied. "We will help you. We will come back after that, and you will tell us where the Book of Medivh is." The death knight whispered a few words to the black dragon that stepped down. The black dragon spread its wings and flew into the air. More shadows flew away afterward, and the rustling sound of wings pacified Perenolde. Perenold watched the black dragons fly out of sight, and laughed.Can it really be that simple?His freedom, and Alterac's independence, for a battered spellbook—a book he couldn't even use himself?He continued to laugh, his laugh was so crazy. "What happened?" came a voice.Perenolde was taken aback before realizing it came from his eldest son. "That... that's a dragon... and a death knight, I think he is." Ariiden said in shock, "What did you tell them? How did you convince them to leave?" Perenolde continued to laugh, unable to stop. "Fuck, Dad!" Aridon yelled, and punched his father in the jaw so hard that Perenold fell to the ground. "Two years! These two years I have been trying to eliminate the shame you brought to our family, two years!" He looked at his father lying on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "You idiot, selfish bastard! You ruined everything!" Perenolde shook his head and stood up, but he heard some new sound and stopped halfway.what is that?It sounded like... yes, like the sound of a catapult unleashing ammunition through the air, and the sound of suddenly dropped cargo boxes hitting the ground.He heard the same voices again and again, and realized that they were coming from far away, on the other side of the city, around the corner where the Confederate army had taken over the barracks.He knew what those voices meant, and he laughed again. The dragons began to attack. Aridan looked at him, toward the source of the sound, then back at his father, and gradually understood what it all meant.Ariiden's face began to look panic-stricken. "What have you done to us, father? What have you done?" But Perenolde could not answer.He fell to the ground, huddled in a ball, listening to the sound of death and destruction, shaking his body, laughing and whimpering. In all his life, Perenolde had never heard a more beautiful voice. "Over there, the ship." Saberian circled in the air, and then gracefully landed on the ground. Although Regnock had explained the whole plan to Taga, Taga still couldn't help asking him, "Ship?" At this moment, everyone was clinging to the neck of the huge black dragon, flying in the night sky. "I thought the black dragons would lead us straight to the island." But the death knight shook his hooded head. "If they were to fly directly there, it would be too far," she explained. "They'll take us to Menethil Harbor, where we'll get ships to help us with our mission." Fenris frowned and said in a low voice, "Menethil...that is the surname of a royal family in this world." "That's right... an Alliance outpost there," Regnock admitted. "But it's also the nearest port to the island." Fenris didn't like the idea, but there was nothing he could do about it.The black dragons landed on a mountain near the port, which was only separated by a small piece of water from Menethil Harbor.Fenris slid off the dragon's back and gazed into the dark harbor.It looked peaceful, but there were lights everywhere.Menethil Harbor should be a well-defended port.He pointed to the port and put a finger to his lips, beckoning to his warriors.Fenris dived into the water as silently as possible, and began to swim for the port, while the black dragons, having done their duty, took to the air.They fly as low as possible.Although most of the people were asleep, the sound of several black dragons landing next to them was enough to wake them up. Most orcs don't wear armor, so they can swim faster, but those who wear a few pieces of plate, mail, or leather armor don't do so well.The orcs came ashore shivering, still dripping.Fenris looked at the crowd, their green faces pale in the dim light.He frowned, picked up a handful of dirt, and wiped it on his face. "Smear yourself with mud," he whispered to Taga and the other orcs. "We need to move quickly and quietly without being noticed." The others obeyed his order.Fenris felt a flash of sadness as he watched his companions turn drab.Once, his skin was that color; once, all orcs were earth brown, or the brown of tree trunks.Did things really change so much after that?After that, what did they get to make up for the loss of Draenor?Sometimes, he thinks so. He shook his head, driving away the sadness in his heart, and focused his attention on his companion.When everyone was disguised, Fenris nodded. "We only need a few ships. We will capture the three that are near the border of the port. Be quick and kill anyone who gets in our way." He looked to Taga. "Only those who stand in the way. Taga, keep your warriors on the line. Remember, killing is done in silence—we don't want anyone to sound the alarm." "Let them go!" Taga said aggressively. "We'll sprinkle their bones all over the sea!" "No!" Fenris rebuffed him loudly. "Remember what the Gorefiend said! Let's go in, grab the boat, that's all!" Tagar grumbled, but Fenris stared at him until Chief Bonechewer nodded. "Very well." Fenris grabbed his battleaxe, which had a long, sinister blade and a short handle. "lets go." Everyone tiptoed forward, silently crossing the wet land, with their weapons in hand.When the first orcs had just arrived at the wooden pier, a patrolling dwarf passed by.He hadn't spotted the orcs yet, but he might see them any moment.Fenris nodded to the two orcs ahead.One of them lunged forward, grabbed the dwarf's head, and slashed his battle-axe across the dwarf's neck, cutting off his head completely.The body fell to the ground with a soft sound, and the head rolled to the side for a certain distance, with a hint of surprise still on his face. The crowd continued on to the ships chosen by Fenris.Another guard came over, it was a human.One of Taga's fighters simply swung his weapon over his head and knocked him to the ground.Fenris nodded approvingly at him.He had worried about the Bonechewers, but maybe they weren't as wild and undisciplined as he'd always thought. He continued to move, but heard a strange creaking sound, and a short, wheezing wail.Fenris turned around.An orc still crouched beside his latest victim, and it was he who made the crunch - but not the wail.Just as Fenris realized what the orc was doing, the wail was prolonged and turned into words. "Ah!" shouted the guard, screaming in pain. "My leg! It's eating my leg!" Shouts rang out, and lights lit up in surrounding buildings.Crowds of humans and dwarves rushed out, not knowing where they came from.Fenris found that there was no escape without a fight.He attacked fiercely, hoping to end the battle as soon as possible.His orcs gathered around him, clearing out some of the surrounding humans.But Fenris knew that before long, the place would be full of guards. "Aboard!" he yelled, raising his tomahawk aloft.As the crowd struggled to climb onto the three boats, a Bonchewer threw his victim ashore, cut the anchor's wires, and let it go.Although this method was very clumsy, the orcs managed to drive all three boats away from the pier and sailed to the bay ahead.Just as they were leaving Menethil Harbor, someone fired a flare. Regnock said, "This is Palatine Bay. Kul Tiras ships patrol here. They'll see the signal and be here in minutes." "We should be able to leave before they come," Fenris replied darkly.He took a pair of oars from a box in the middle of the bench and tossed them to the nearest orc. "Row me!" Fenris yelled, taking out more oars and offering them to the orcs. "Row me as hard as you can!" The other boats followed them.It was not long before all the Orcs were rowing with their mighty arms, crossing the waters with great speed. Even so, Fenris saw other, larger ships approaching them.He realized that his speed was not enough. "Kul Tiras Naval Fleet!" Regnock confirmed after studying the outline of the ship. "Admiral Proudmoore hates orcs - he will stop at nothing to destroy us!" "Can we fight them?" Fenris asked, but he knew the answer before the death knight shook his head. "They specialize in sea combat, and they are much faster than us. We have no chance of winning!" Fenris looked at the starry sky and nodded. "Maybe so. But then again, we might have a chance. Keep paddling!" Their boats move very fast.But just as Regnock expected, the pursuit of the naval fleet was even faster.The human boat was getting closer and closer to them, and Fenris could almost see the figures of the humans in green clothes standing on the handrail of the boat.Many had bows drawn, while others held short swords, axes, or spears.Fenris knew that his warriors could defeat the Men on land, but at sea they were at a disadvantage. Fortunately, they didn't come here alone. Just as the first Men's ship approached Fenris' ship, a black figure emerged from the night sky and descended between the two ships.Its huge wings flapped continuously, with such force that the ship was blown backwards, and the people on board were also blown down.After that, the dragon's jaw opened wide, and flames shot out from its mouth, engulfing the bow of the ship.The tarred vessel was ignited in an instant, and soon the entire ship was on fire.The screams and the crackling of the flames delighted Fenris. But those humans did not flee.Their ship approached again, and this time another black dragon intercepted it, and it and its crew were soon engulfed in flames as well.The human ships advanced for the third time, and they attacked the tough dragon skin with their weapons.Soon, the third boat was also burned to ashes.After that, the humans began to fall back, allowing the three small boats that the orcs had captured to escape.There was a cheer among the orcs. "They're starting to give up!" Taga yelled from the prow beside him. "They have nothing to do with dragons, and they know it," Fenris corrected. "But I don't think they'll just give up." "Are there any signs of smaller fires on other ships? Ones that are kind of contained?" asked Regnock. Fenris studied the retreating ships. "Yes, I can see a signal flame, and smoke." "They're warning the rest of the fleet," Regnock said. "They'll be waiting for us." Taga on the bow next to him laughed, "That warning is too late," he announced, licking the blood from his battle-axe. "By the time those humans summon up their courage and come to us again, we will have returned triumphantly with the spoils of war." Fenris nodded.For his part, he wished for the first time that he was wrong, and Chief Bonechewer was right.