Chapter 22 Chapter 21

"Don't worry—we haven't lost our way yet," Khadgar said insincerely.Their squad paused for a break, taking the opportunity to get some precious water.For them at this moment, they need this guarantee very much. After leaving the orc castle, they went all the way north, around the wild coastline to the east.The land was still the same as they had seen at the Dark Portal: as far as the eye could see, it was cracked earth, dusty soil, and withered vegetation and trees.Aside from the patch of green they passed on their way, most of Draenor was bleak and repulsive. The ground around them is even more uneven, and the ups and downs are more obvious, and the howling wind is blowing from all directions.It was a large mountain range, but Khadgar had never seen such mountains in his life.There are peaks all around, and protruding stone thorns on the cliff walls.Those stone thorns stretch out in all directions, as if the peaks are showing their bloodthirsty side.The rock was that dark brownish red, like the color of dried blood.Here, the scarlet sky contrasts sharply with the dark red mountains.This is the most uncomfortable place he has ever encountered.Khadgar was shaking, and most of this was due to the harsh mountain wind.

Khadgar reached out casually, wanting to touch the nearest stone spur.But just before he could touch it, the mage stopped -- maybe risking his fate wasn't the best plan. "The Skull of Gul'dan is not far away," he said again. "Are you sure?" Turalyon asked. "Oh, trust me, I'm sure." Khadgar could feel its presence in his mind's eye now, even without specifically searching for it.Close your eyes, and that gray pulse becomes almost visible.Undoubtedly close. "Very well," Turalyon raised his hammer, looking at the stone spurs everywhere. "I've had enough of this place."

"I think we—" Khadgar began, when Alleria raised her hand for silence. "listen!" Khadgar listened as best he could, but his hearing was nowhere near as good as the elf's.After a while, but all he could hear was the wind.And then... there, there was a flapping sound, like wings, but sharper than any bird he'd ever heard.The only creature he'd ever come across that made such a sound when flying was— "Dragon!" he yelled.Khadgar grabbed Turalyon and dragged his friend down with him.A roar and a hiss came from behind him.There was a burning pain in his arm, a smoking hole in his sleeve, and the skin under the hole was burned badly.Khadgar was panting in pain.The hiss was still coming, and it sounded like something was eroding the rock beneath them.magma.Krasus said that what the black dragons spit out is magma.

Khadgar raised his head and saw several small black figures moving among the mountains, swooping down. "Shield raised!" Turalyon yelled, rising to his feet. "Prepare your weapons! These dragons are not yet fully grown...we can take them down!" Turalyon was right.The creatures that were attacking them were about the size of a horse, about six feet long, but their wings were wider than that.Their heads are small, with only a few spikes scattered across their backs.They were still immature, Khadgar realized.Whelpling, he remembered what Krasus used to call it.Yes, whelp. "Whelplings—young dragons," he warned Turalyon, raising his staff.Those little black dragons were hovering in the air, ready to launch a second wave of attacks. "They are not as powerful as adult dragons, but they should not be underestimated."

Turalyon nodded, but his focus remained on the attack.At this moment, he has regained his sense of being a military leader. "Archers, stand ready!" he shouted.Beside him, Alleria began to shoot arrows at the small but sensitive creatures.She pierced a wyrmling's scales with an arrow and caught it in the throat.The whelp flew upwards in agony.Alleria's second arrow pierced its eyes and brain.It fell downward, uttered a cry, and then lay motionless on the ground. All the soldiers were shocked.They all swung their weapons vigorously, attacking the whelps, squatting down from time to time to avoid their sharp claws and fist-sized small amounts of lava.The whelp flew past them, turned in the air, and circled back.Their numbers have dwindled - quite a few whelps have died among the mountains.

Turalyon turned away, said something to Khadgar—then stopped and fell to one side.If he hadn't stabilized himself in time, he might have already been penetrated by the nearby stone thorns.The ground under their feet was shaking constantly, and everyone around them was trying their best to maintain their balance. "Light, what is this?" Turalyon asked, and then he looked back, to Khadgar's left. Although Khadgar was a little scared, he didn't want to be filled with doubts, so he looked behind him. Then, he was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. Even with an ogre for comparison, the creature that passed through—through, not around—the many stone spines looked more terrifying.Almost twice the height of a normal ogre, its skin is thicker and rock-hard, with large swathes of pattern on its arms and shoulders.It had many black spikes on its back, arranged in a straight line like small mountains, and there were more spikes on its upper arms and shoulders.However, its face—this face should be the scariest part of this creature.Its facial features are similar to those of ogres, but they are far more intelligent than ogres.It has no fangs, but its yellow teeth are long and pointed, and its ears are also pointed.It looked around with its single, shining eye, and finally looked at them.

"Invaders!" shouted the giant beast, and the strength of that roar alone was enough to crack the rock around them. "Fuck them!" More figures emerged from the stone forests to the east and west.These ogres are not only the same type as the first one, but also have almost the same body shape.They moved towards the Union soldiers, laughing and growling. "Wait!" Khadgar yelled.To his delight, the creatures did pause.Praise the Light, he can also talk to these creatures. "We didn't come to offend you!" "Offend? You're offending me by living!" the creature roared, moving on.

"No matter what you say to him, it's no use," Turalyon said. "And, [********], the wyrmlings are at it again." Khadgar never thought he would be thankful to see the dragonborn, but he did want to thank the whelps as they soared through the air for a second attack.The wyrmlings began to spew lava in both directions, and the ogres and their masters were alike distracted by the attack from the sky.They raised their conical hammers—and Khadgar realized at once that they had simply twisted the surrounding hilltops for his own use. Khadgar saw a golden opportunity.He yelled, "Whelplings! Attack those whelplings!"

Alleria watched him for a long moment, and Khadgar knew what was on her mind.Now was a good time to escape, and they could just let the whelps keep attacking the ogres and their strange masters for them.But Turalyon nodded with a smile, and he understood. Now, Alliance soldiers are also attacking the flying creatures with swords and bows.However, their efforts are nothing compared to the ogres.The ogres knocked the whelps out of the air with ease, trampling the beasts with their huge feet. Their huge leader also killed a whelp, but it didn't use a hammer like the other ogres - it just raised its hand and grabbed a black whelp with ease .The dragon struggled to escape, but the giant's thumb and forefinger pinched the little dragon's wings together.It grabbed the young dragon to its own mouth, shook its head, then swallowed the young dragon in one bite, then chewed it several times, swallowed the black dragon's wings, and finally swallowed them all.

"That's really..." Turalyon began, but he had no words to describe what he had just seen.He subconsciously lowered his saber and raised his visor. "You...those..." The creature looked at him and said, "The dragons are coming. You could run, but you didn't. Stay and fight—help us." Khadgar could hear a hint of surprise in its unusually deep voice.He bet there were absolutely not many people who would have dared to risk their lives to help an ogre before.He felt a little more relieved; everything was as he had hoped it would be. "No, we're not running. We're not your enemy. We just want to—"

Khadgar had just caught his breath and was about to start negotiating with the giant ogre when the ground began to shake again.The creature looked in the direction it came from, curled up, with its hands around its broad chest protectively, and a strange sound came out of its mouth, like a growl or a sob.Khadgar was sure that the beast that had just devoured an entire hatchling was afraid of something. He trembled, only thinking about what else such a huge creature would be afraid of. A few minutes later, the question was answered: a second ferocious beast emerged from the mountains.It was larger than the first, and had more raised stone spines on its back and arms.Its one eye was so dim that the whole eyeball looked pale.In contrast, its teeth are also longer and more pointed. That white eye revealed its intelligence.It looked at Khadgar, Turalyon, and a group of Alliance soldiers. "Who are you?" it asked, "Why are you still alive?" "We...are...passing by..." Khadgar stammered.The behemoth squinted his one eye, looking very suspicious. "We are not your enemy...let us get through here, we will—" "No." The word tight makes people shudder. "You go away, you talk nonsense. Talk about Goron, talk about Goruel." The behemoth beat his chest. "The Horde will come. No, you'd better die. The secret is safe, and the gronn is safe." Turalyon looked at the first behemoth he had spoken to, hoping for some help, but Khadgar knew they would be of little help.Since just now, the giant beast has been curled up aside, looking no different from a scolded child.That, he realized, was indeed the case.The second behemoth is its father, and the former is the child of the latter.The thought made him shudder. "We'll keep it a secret! We'll help the - Goron against the dragon! It can tell you!" The behemoth calling itself Gruul growled and looked around, as if it had just noticed the corpses of black dragons scattered across the mountains. "You, dragon hunter?" "Yes," Khadgar replied desperately. But Gruul is not so easy to deceive.He jerked his huge head back, and the huge, toothy mouth opened.He started laughing.His laughter made everyone around tremble, and several small stone thorns were shaken to the ground. "Kill the baby dragon, maybe," it continued, laughing, "we can do it. No need for help. No, you die." "Wait!" Khadgar yelled. "What do you need our help with?" Maybe, they need to kill some other creatures, not just whelps. Gruul immediately became serious. "You are too weak to help." "Maybe we can. Talk." Gruul was silent for a moment, and then came its deep voice. "Boss Black Dragon." It took Khadgar a moment to understand what Gruul was saying.He opened his eyes wide and called out, "Deathwing? You want us to kill Deathwing?" "What?" Turalyon called. "Deathwing? Here?" "And they want us to kill him?" Alleria continued. Khadgar was as startled as everyone else.They knew that the black dragons had allied themselves with the Horde, and that some black dragons had come through the Dark Portal to Draenor, but he thought it was only the lower ranks of the black dragons who came here.Who would have thought that their boss, the "scary and powerful elder" would come here in person. "He left some black dragons behind to help the orcs guard that castle," Turalyon said, "but he brought the others here, among the mountains." Khadgar nodded, and then he realized that Gruul was still watching the crowd expectantly. He took a deep breath and straightened his body. "Yes. Of course. Don't worry—we can handle Deathwing," he assured Gronn. "He's a piece of cake for us." He did his best to ignore the dead silence of his friends, and prayed that Gruul wouldn't see the beads of sweat on his brow, even if he did, He also couldn't understand what that meant. Gruul nodded, parting his lips in a special smile on his face. "Good," he said. "Stupid, but brave! Gruul likes it!" He looked down at the crowd. "Now, prove it to me." He raised his hand and explained, pointing to a mountain not far away, "Deathwing. Kill him. Help Gron destroy these pests, and then...you will pass. "He suddenly changed his face, revealing all his fangs. "Don't tell anyone!" Khadgar nodded. "Agreed." He thought his voice was trembling, and he only hoped Gruul didn't think so. Gruul turned around and started walking in the mountains.He doesn't deliberately look for a path, he just creates one for himself.His heavy feet cracked boulders, leaving a wide but gravel path between the mountains.The lesser gronn followed closely behind its father, and the ogres—although they were twice Khadgar's height, the archmage still felt tiny compared to Gruul— — and walked between the two giant chiefs.Khadgar trudged along behind him and a thought flashed through his mind: Deathwing is here... and the Skull of Gul'dan is in this direction... He paused, closed his eyes, and grinned . "What do you want?" Alleria whispered.She and Turalyon had moved to Khadgar's side. "Our goal is to find the head of Gul'dan, not to fight against Deathwing! Do you know how terrifying that dragon is?" "Well, I know," he replied. "But he has the head we want." "What?" Turalyon exclaimed. "The Skull of Gul'dan is right in front of us, and so is Deathwing. Either way, we're likely to face him." "Perfect. Now all we need to do is fight Deathwing and retrieve the Skull of Gul'dan." She shuddered. "I'd rather face the whole Horde alone!" Khadgar had this thought in mind, but he had no other choice.They need the Skull of Gul'dan, and Deathwing has it.As he was lost in his own thoughts, recalling the spells, Turalyon grabbed his arm and pointed somewhere. "Look," he whispered. They had reached a deep valley, and further on was the mountain.They stopped, then fanned out along the edge of the valley. dragon egg.The ground was covered with dragon eggs.The eggs were about a yard long, glowing red from the inside, revealing the black veins in the shell—and the whelp curled up inside. "The truck Alleria found contained these things!" Turalyon whispered, looking at the dragon eggs everywhere. "No wonder those black dragons have been flying directly above them! Deathwing brought them to Draenor! If these dragon eggs hatch, the black dragon clan will overturn the whole world!" "Then we better make sure they don't hatch," Alleria replied.She raised her longbow and placed an arrow on it. Khadgar's hand was on her left arm.He said, "Those will be your first targets." Everyone followed his gaze and began to curse softly.They saw many black figures flying towards them from the other side of the valley. Fortunately, there are no great dragons here to protect their eggs.With a light throw by Goruel, the first approaching young dragon directly hit the stone wall of the distant valley.A gap was opened in the stone wall, and the young dragon was smashed to pieces.The second fallen whelp was still twitching, and it was Alleria's bow that pierced its right eye.Khadgar cast a spell quickly, freezing the third dragon into solid ice.Still, the three dragons were only the vanguard—a shrill cry sounded around the valley, and more black figures followed. The brute force of an ogre is rarely matched.Though smaller than a gronn, they are still large enough to twist a young dragon, break its neck, or crack its head.Many ogres are spellcasters, casting arcane magic that sears the wings and hides of black dragons.But the number of black dragons should not be underestimated. Without the help of Goron and the alliance soldiers, the ogre would definitely be defeated by the black dragon.Turalyon ordered his soldiers to block the claws and teeth of the drakes with their shields, and then smashed their wings; although the wings of black dragons were hard as leather, this was still their weak point, and when the wings broke , they have to fall to the ground, losing its agility.The ogre quickly learned this tactic, and began ripping off the whelp's wings completely and throwing them aside, before crushing the landing black dragon with its own heavy feet.Khadgar thought, it was like a cruel child tearing off the wings of a butterfly, and it made his heart hurt. During the battle, Turalyon said, "You know, I'm not sure if the enemy we're fighting is the right one." Khadgar admitted that this cruel tactic is simply inhumane, but facing it Miraculously, the archmage couldn't say anything. Gruul and another gronn—both males, Khadgar thought—picked a few stout stone spurs from a cliff on the other side of the valley.Wielding newly crafted hammers, the gusts of colossus knocked the whelps off balance, making it easier for ogres and Alliance soldiers to strike.Those whelps who were unlucky enough to fly into range of the hammer were smashed to pieces in an instant.Before long, the valley was strewn with corpses. "Next, the dragon egg," Khadgar said to Turalyon.But the paladin hesitated, even though he looked at the dragon eggs, he didn't move.Khadgar frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" "I... dragons are sentient beings. They think, they feel. Fighting whelplings is one thing, but—they're babies. Just... baby dragons. Really. They can't even fight back." .It would be massacre for us to do so." "Turalyon," Alleria said, "I love you, Light, partly because of your compassion. But these are black dragons. If you don't kill them now, you know what will happen. " Turalyon nodded slowly, making another difficult choice.In war, all generals need to face this situation. "Destroy the dragon egg!" he yelled, rushing to the nearest dragon egg, raising his warhammer and smashing it down.There was only a sound, and the eggshell broke.Followed by a bang, the warhammer had already touched the little dragon that was not yet fully formed.About the size of a medium-sized dog, the still-hatching baby dragon had smoky dark red skin with nubs where its head and wings should have been.When it was attacked, it didn't move except for a slight twist.The eggshell shattered completely, and the twitching young dragon also fell to the ground, while a stream of light red liquid slowly seeped out of the egg. The rest of the alliance soldiers also quickly attacked the dragon egg.As Turalyon shattered the last egg and the ogres dismembered the last whelps, Khadgar heard, from the mountain above - where he last sensed the ancient Where Erdan's head was - there was a shriek.He looked up and saw another black figure flying into the sky, its wings alone covering the entire valley in darkness.Even Gruul seemed dwarfed in its presence.Gruul looked at it, took a few steps back and leaned against the mountain wall, straightened up, and roared at it provocatively.His ogres and tiny gronns were not as strong as he; they were all screaming and running away in panic.The figure swooped down, the sun reflecting off its skin, its long neck arched, its jaws wide open.Lava gushes from its throat, igniting nearby ogres, humans, dead dragonlings, and shattered dragon eggs—anything unlucky enough to come within range of the lava. "Back!" Turalyon yelled at his soldiers.A group of soldiers have already gone crazy trying to escape this nightmare. "Go to the mountain wall!" They gathered together, Turalyon, Khadgar, and Alleria at the forefront, watching the dragon land.Khadgar took a sharp breath.He knew the creature was unforgettable, but—Deathwing was too big to believe.Compared to Deathwing, the wyrmlings they had slain were babbling children.Khadgar could hardly accept this fact.However, even though he was completely shocked, there was still some curiosity in his heart: there was a row of shiny silver plate armor on the backbone of the father of the black dragon clan.Under those armors was a glowing red that was faintly visible, as if it was the magma that Deathwing had just used to attack.The black dragon's huge claws were deeply embedded in the valley floor, save for his left front paw.The black dragon held its left paw aloft, while bending inward, as if injured - or holding something. "Skull of Gul'dan!" Khadgar said to Turalyon and Alleria. "The head is on his body!" "He brought the head here, that would be great." Turalyon whispered. "But how do we get it?" Deathwing folded his huge wings and settled down on his legs.He raised his neck high and looked fiercely at the people below, with angry red lights shining in his eyes. "My child!" the dragon howled angrily, his voice was like the sound of flames licking trees, or the sound of metal cutting bones, with deep sorrow mixed with anger. "My child was slaughtered!" He raised his tail and slammed it down hard, causing a hole in the ground. "Come here, disgusting cowardly bastard, who slaughters defenseless babies, before I devour you all, I will show you what true torture and madness are! Who wants to be the first to be incinerated ?” His bright eyes narrowed, looking at Gruul maliciously. "You," he said.Although it was just one word, there was endless pain in that word, and his voice was barely audible.Moreover, Holy Light, Khadgar felt a little grateful in his heart, because the black dragon's terrifying gaze did not stay on him, at least at that moment. However, Gruul did not show weakness. "I!" he announced, "I am Gruul, the mightiest of the Gron! This is my territory, my mountains. You will not occupy this place! You, leave, or follow your fate Like a child!" Deathwing's roar nearly deafened Khadgar. "My child!" he wailed.The pain in his voice almost—almost—made Khadgar feel a little sympathy. "Perfect incarnate...beautiful, yet defenseless..." His words became almost unintelligible.Deathwing roared, trembling with rage and grief, lava dripped from his jaws, rocks crumbled to pieces beneath his feet, and the flapping of his wings created a wind strong enough to rival a tornado. comparable to.Now, Khadgar wished he had listened to Turalyon and not been in a hurry to destroy the eggs.What the hell are they thinking?Shengguang, what is he thinking, to stand up to this ancient and evil monster, this terrifying shadow of anger?How could they beat him? "Oh, you are so brave!" Deathwing's grief and indignation turned into contempt for the enemy, which was also full of death. "It's this kind of courage that made you dare to smash those eggshells and murder defenseless babies! It's a pity that you won't survive to brag about your great victory to others!" Behind him, his The wings spread open suddenly, and once again fanned down, the strong wind alone pushed Gruul to his back against the wall.Howling in terror, Gruul's ogres flinched back, almost hugging the mountain wall.Gruul could expect no help from them at all. "Insignificant mortal! Throughout history, I have had many names, all associated with fear: Neltharion, Xaxas, and many more. But you know Deathwing best, for I am Death! I am The bane of life, the darkness of history, the lord of death, the conqueror of destruction. Now, I tell you the truth, this world is mine!" "Don't even think about it!" Gruul replied, roaring, and charged Deathwing.The huge Gron hit the black dragon's chest, and the force alone shook the surrounding cliffs apart, while boulders continued to fall from the cracked mountain top above.Most of the Union soldiers, and even the ogres were a little unsteady on their feet.The other black dragons appeared on both sides of the mountain wall, looking intently at their father.They too were forced to take a step back.But when the dust settled, Gruul was seen shaking his head while Deathwing stood there motionless, unharmed. "Is this what the mighty Gruul can do?" Deathwing sneered.He lowered his head so his forehead could rub against Gruul's. "Is that all you have?" He lifted one of his front paws above Gruul's head, as if he were about to crush an insect, while his other front paw was still curled up. on his chest.This seems to be a signal.All the black dragons let out a battle roar and swooped down from their original perches to the men, ogres, and gronns standing by the mountain wall.All the ogres seemed to be paralyzed, frozen in place with their mouths open, waiting for their own destruction. "Son of Lothar! Attack!" Turalyon's voice, clear and firm, echoed throughout the valley.Raising his hammer, his eyes glowing, he charged forward to fight the whelpling.The hammer flashed, hitting the head of the first dragon.The beast fell to the ground like a stone. "For Quel'Thalas!" Alleria and her rangers also attacked.Battle cries continued to be heard among the Alliance soldiers, both elves and humans.The ogre and the gronn roared together, enough to make the mountains tremble.Dragons swooped down, spewing lava, or gnawed at their foes with excitement and pride in their fathers.It seemed that the ogre and gronn remembered that they had fought the whelps before, and now they did it again, grabbing the whelps out of the air and tearing their wings apart.An ogre smashed the whelping dragon on the mountain wall. Due to the excessive force, a huge boulder on the mountain slipped down, and the dust flew up, burying those poor creatures who had no time to dodge. Khadgar was still watching the battle between Deathwing and Gruul.Gron dared to confront the father of the black dragon. It was really courageous, but he would soon lose.Gruul, the mage thought, had held on until now mainly because Deathwing was, in effect, playing him as a toy.The black dragon believed that Gruul had killed his most precious child, so he decided to torture him first and then deal with it. And when he got rid of Gruul... They must take the Skull of Gul'dan from him.must. Khadgar raised his staff aloft and murmured a powerful spell, and the resulting lightning bolt stung his eyes, blinding him for a moment.He blinked, but there were still afterimages in his eyes.The lightning bolt hit Deathwing's chest, and the black dragon took a few steps back.Lightning exploded on its metal spine, like drops of water falling into a hot pan.But Khadgar knew that the black dragon was unharmed. "Nice, little mage," Deathwing admitted, his wide mouth curled into a grim smile. "When I mastered this magic, your race didn't know where it was - if you really want to hurt me, try harder!" Gruul fought again, and Khadgar wondered what to do next.Deathwing turned his attention to Gruul's full blow with ease, knocking him aside with a flick of his wings. Khadgar looked at the black dragon, and while he was attacking, an ominous feeling began to arise in his heart.The archmage watched helplessly as Deathwing easily resisted his spell that would have turned his bones into ice.Deathwing was right.Khadgar realized that he was nothing but a pompous fool.He has no way of piercing the thick armored hide at all... in armor... Khadgar closed his eyes slightly.Under the red sun, Deathwing shone like black gold, like pools of blood.Khadgar pondered... metal armor... Under the gap is the scorching lava... That's it.His ice spells had no effect, as the cold was no match for Deathwing's heat.You know, black dragons are made of lava!And it was the plates on those spines—the sides and joints of which were hot, Khadgar noticed now—that held him together. Lightning didn't work.Fire and Frost won't work either.His most powerful spells could not harm the black dragon at all.But what about his weakest spells?What about one of the first spells taught in Dalaran, even one that apprentice mages can easily unleash? Hope, painful but intoxicating hope, kindled in him.This trick will work -- maybe.This is the last card in his hand, and he will play it.He needs to play that card.But he needs to get closer.With firm determination, he moved forward.He passed Turalyon and Alleria -- who were fighting a black dragon with two ogres -- and walked toward Deathwing alone. Fortunately, Gruul and Deathwing were still engaged in a tense battle, and neither behemoth noticed that Khadgar was still advancing until Khadgar was only ten paces away from the black dragon's head.Deathwing's heavy feet held Gruul in place, and Gruul struggled to break free, but the black dragon leaned forward, opening its maws to bite.Just then, Khadgar raised his hands and cast the spell. Deathwing felt the magic, looked around, finally noticed Khadgar, and laughed at him. "Are you here to make a fool of me?" the dragon taunted, his eyes were like a happy cat. "What joy. Your strongest spells can't hurt me, don't you realize?" But Khadgar's chanting began to take effect, and the dragon's eyes widened, wary . "You're—poor thing, let me silence you!" He turned, ignoring Gruul entirely, bending down to look at Khadgar. The sight was so terrifying that Khadgar almost forgot to finish casting the spell.He shook his head, pulled himself together, and finished his spell. There was a crunching sound from the dragon in front of him.Deathwing screamed in pain as the plate armor covering him began to buckle.Many connection points were broken, and even a few pieces of plate armor fell off completely - there, lava gushed out, like a volcanic eruption, and splashed on the valley.Those armors were indeed there to hold Deathwing together, and just as Khadgar's spell worked, the dragon began to lose its cohesion. "No!" Deathwing, if such a creature existed, looked completely horrified.He bent his neck to examine the wound, then turned his red eyes to Khadgar. "Maybe you've won the battle, I admit. But listen, listen. I've seen you, mage." Khadgar took a sharp breath, unable to take his eyes off the black dragon. “你的脸已经深深印在了我的脑海之中，”死亡之翼继续道，他的声音在卡德加体内回响。“不论是在睡梦中还是你醒着，我都会在你的脑海中纠缠着你。好好休息，我会回来找你的。当我回来的时候，你将会跪下来求我，尽快解决你的生命，而不是永远在恐慌之中受我的折磨。” 他巨大的双翼再一次展开，张开自己的爪子，同时释放了戈鲁尔和古尔丹之颅。死亡之翼飞向空中，两翼不断拍动着。卡德加不断抖动着的双腿终于不支，大法师倒在了地上。他坐在地上，好久好久，大口喘着粗气，心中知晓，刚才的他简直就是太幸运了。 在黑龙的父亲和领袖离开之后，其他黑龙似乎都失去了注意力。一条较大的龙直接放弃了战斗，他的身上满是伤痕，他的一边翅膀也被折得很惨。 “父亲，”他喊道，向后靠去，但是尾巴却被后方的小戈隆紧紧抓住。“父亲，等等我！”他口中吐着岩浆，灼烧着那戈隆的双手，直到对方放手，然后他迅速起飞，跟上死亡之翼。 在死亡之翼被迫撤退之后，食人魔和戈隆都开始了疯狂的杀戮。他们奔向那些还没有来得及逃跑的黑龙，用拳头和牙齿将黑龙撕开，咬碎喉头，举在空中，然后用旁边的石尖将它们狠狠穿刺。 卡德加抓起那死亡之翼掉落的头颅。 人类……但是很强力。我感受到了，那是多么强大的潜力啊！但是那是应该的，不是么，麦迪文的习徒？你可以变得更强，前提是你敢于去拥抱你真正的命运。为什么不成为我的习徒？我会教会你，鲜血和屠杀才是通往真正—— “啊！”卡德加吸了一口气，几乎将头颅跌落在地。古尔丹！他咬牙关闭了自己的心门。即便死了，古尔丹仍是一个危险。他很快地将头颅塞到一个口袋中，朝着仍在战斗的图拉扬等人奔去。 “我拿到头颅了！”他看到图拉扬刚刚杀死一条黑龙，说道。 “干得好，”图拉扬说。“咱们赶紧离开。我们撤退。现在！”士兵们很快聚集起来，而艾蕾莉亚也召集着自己的游侠。食人魔和戈隆仍然沉浸在对黑龙的折磨之中，甚至没有注意到联盟部队已经离开了这里。 图拉扬带领着他们，很快就走出了群山的范围。“你这一注赌得可真漂亮，卡德加。”当他们走出山谷和这一场杀戮之后，图拉扬就开始说道。“我们得到了古尔丹之颅，我们也和黑龙打了一架——这样子一来，它们近期就再也不能帮助部落了。” 卡德加仍然在想着死亡之翼临走之前的威胁，忍不住打了一个冷颤。他并不确定图拉扬的乐观到底有没有根据。不管怎么样，他还是点了点头表示同意。“现在就只剩下耐奥祖了。一旦我得到了那本书，我就可以关闭传送门。” 现在所剩下的，就是阻止一个强大的萨满——那个掌控大地和天空之力的人——开启通往无数世界的传送门。尽管如此，他们刚刚让那只极端强大的巨龙遭到重挫。谁知道呢，也许他们最终能够完成这一使命。但是有一件事是非常确定的：如果他们不能在现在，在德拉诺的大陆上阻止那些兽人……他们就永远不能阻止兽人了。