In this way, I was like a prey, and I was tightly grasped by him. Yes, there was no difference between it and the prey, but it was not important. What was important was how I should complete the task he assigned me, and whether I should really trust the Wings of Death.

Maybe he will keep his promise, I thought about it as expected, but when I recall something, my fantasy disappeared immediately... It was when Ronin was deceived into the prison room of Alextasa by him, it proved that this black dragon was not trustworthy at all.

I couldn't help but sigh, but what else could I do if I didn't do that? And even if he really kept his promise and let Sylvanas go and let me go, if he really summoned the ancient god, where would it be useful to escape? Also, if Sylvanas knew that her sister died in the Wings of Death rather than that explosion, then I think this matter would not be over.

I was very conflicted, and some unnatural actions brought by this thinking also disturbed Nefarian who was holding me.

"You'd better stay here and not move, and don't try to play tricks."

"Are you worried that I can kill you? Just like your sister Onyxia?" I mocked him. I was in a depressed mood and maybe I could only say this to him, but the result could only make me feel the pain of greater pressure. The power of his claws made me almost intolerable, but the tenacity of the undead body made me sound without making any sound. But I couldn't spit out any clear words.

"My sister made a fatal mistake to subdue an ambitious mortal like you, and I, I can tell you what I don't know."

When he said this, he relaxed me a little, as if he was asking me to speak, and of course he couldn't wait to fight back with words.

"So you'll kill me, no matter whether the mission succeeds or fails."

"I think you know the answer in my heart very well. Of course I obey my father's will." He answered my question very bluntly, and this made me really no longer have any fantasies. Since this is the case, I will be even more stingy with my language.

"Yes, and I know, you think your father and your sister are making the same mistake, and that's what you dare not say, right, Black Dragon."

"Haha, it seems that my father is probably right. You may meet me with Gul'dan's head."

"Then I want to know whether the head is for your father or for you!" I continued to provoke his relationship with his father. Black dragons like this have ambitions. Even if they are father-son relationships, they must be on guard against each other... It should be true. I thought about it this way, but this sentence still did not anger him, but made him feel a little interested.

"You are really suitable to be my brother, but you are very sorry that you are just a mortal. Some things don't make sense to you."

I knew that I might not be able to say this black dragon this time, and my straightforward words would arouse his fun. I was not talking nonsense to him, but was quietly caught by him all the way.

Because it was clouds, I didn't see any scene below along the way. When I arrived at Dalaran three days later, I was taken down the clouds and realized here that the bad things were going to be. The mountains and fields turned into death, no longer lush green, but various dead torso and rotten lands where living things could no longer grow. Just like the portal left behind when I first defeated the tribe, but this time it has already flooded the heart of the league.

Looking at these things, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, but this is not the saddest thing for me, because there is another change in the place that makes me feel even more heartbroken, that is, Dalaran. If it weren't for the remaining ruins, I would really find it hard to believe that the glory here was once bright and clear all night. But now it is nothing.

Yes, it was completely flattened, and there was no room I saw and the rooms guarded by the Doomsday Guards. And just as I was about to ask Nefarian about the situation here, he threw me to the ground at a height that was guaranteed to fall to death, and followed me down with an exquisite leather jacket, some food and my sword and left.

"Damn it!" I complained to the dark sky, but soon I picked up my weapons and what he gave me to observe the situation around me...

It was pitch black and there was almost no movement, but in fact it was not the case. Just when I wanted to rest and move at dawn, a hellhound as tall as my waist suddenly overwhelmed me to the ground and knocked my sword away. Unprepared, I realized that I might be arrested and killed, but just as I was about to resist, I found that it sniffed me like a dog, and then picked up my food and walked away.

"Damn." I just complained that the Burning Legion's minions who already agreed with me did not snatch back the things that belonged to me. Yes, who knew that when I killed it, I would be blacklisted by the Burning Legion, at least I can't do this now. I didn't say anything, but followed his traces, and maybe I could find other demons, and find some clues about Gul'dan's head from them.

I quickly found the beast. It did not take my appearance too seriously. Of course, it also yelled at me from time to time, as if warning me not to make any food. I could only act like defending my food.

Yes, the Hellhound is not stupid, or he knows to seek profit and avoid harm. He knows that with his strength, he may not be able to beat me, so he indirectly brought me to their base camp, a squadron of Hellhounds and demons. Here, not only them, but also various weapons and facilities, as well as some captive living people, and their prey, including beasts and other herbivores, were locked up separately. Yes, in their eyes, everything was food.

When I thought about this, several hellhounds approached me. Yes, they received the advice from that companion and were ready to be polite to me, of course, if I was taking a step forward, of course, I had to leave here tactfully, or hide at a distance they thought were safe.

A safe distance... a distance I think is safe. At that distance, I did not leave but watched quietly as the situation there. Yes, I could give them my own food, but for the living people inside, I had no reason not to save them. But it is impossible for me alone to be able to fight so many enemies unless I also have my own team...

I thought about this, maybe it was because I had been staying for too long, or the demons realized my strangeness, and some demons and hellhounds came to me. It was obvious that they wanted to surround me, catch me or tear me apart like prey, maybe, but no matter which one was not good for me, I decided to run away.

The idea of ​​running away may have come a little late, because it was impossible for me to run past the Hellhound. Soon I was caught up with some. Yes, in their eyes, I realized that there was no fundamental difference between myself and prey. I, who instinctively disliked the demons, unconsciously picked up the sword and killed one. It was this action that angered them, and the demons in the base camp also came.

At this moment, I realized that I had played. They might not have wanted to really kill me, but just drove me away completely... Because of my impulse, their behavior was already consistent with what I least wanted. I could only run, of course, to the best of my ability... But my maximum degree was that I could be faster than ordinary demons, and I was not as good as those four-legged ones at all.

When I was completely dragged by several hellhounds, I realized that I could never escape again. After I knew that I might die at the hands of several hellhounds, I couldn't help but scold the name of Death Wings. Yes, I would definitely not be willing to see him die, but when a hellhound's paws tear apart one of my wounds, I felt that the Black Dragon didn't seem to be paying attention to me.

"Damn!" I cursed that guy again, and at this moment, a situation occurred in their camp. A group of guerrillas rushed into the demon's camp and exchanged fire with the enemies there. The demon who was chasing me saw the situation and did not deal with me but retreated. The hellhound in front of me seemed to be in a dilemma, because they could not destroy me in a short time without support, but if they went back, they could not bear the fact that a dead soul killed their brother.

Seeing the turn, I also felt confident. I tried my best to attack them while they were hesitating. Soon, with the help of the power of darkness, after killing several hellhounds, I finally drove them away.

I was temporarily safe and did not escape immediately, but observed the situation there in the dark. In the uniforms of the guerrillas, it can be seen that most of them were from Lordaeron and Rapids Castle, and were mixed with some of the Dalaran Guards. Perhaps they also had the opportunity to attack when the demons were away. The targets were the imprisoned people, as well as the food and other substances in the camp here.

I was glad to my destiny, but at this moment, Kelthuzad reminded me on the other side, and there, I felt more smoke and dust, perhaps human reinforcements, but I was more inclined to be the enemy.

“This is a trap.”

I realized the situation and wanted to inform the humans immediately, but now I look at me and only let them wield a knife at me. There is no way, I turned around and thought, and I could only change the way, and then mix into the demon and kill the enemy's leader. I thought so and turned to the direction of the demon.

Soon I met the Burning Legion's team, and after I observed it, something unexpected happened again. Their team leader was still a fearful devil. Yes, if they hadn't all looked the same, I would have thought I had seen him in the South 6th.

I hesitated for a moment, and finally walked up to find the demon. He seemed to be waiting for me and came forward and asked someone to put away my sword. This behavior made me feel overwhelmed. After all, I was originally trying to find a chance to kill him.

"Hello... Undead, do you have anything to report to me?"

"I want to say that in front of that trap, there are human ambushings from the place where humans are waiting for us?"

"impossible!"

"There are very few humans here! There are also some people who rub the troops."

Erida and the Doomsday Guard with IQ next to me all expressed doubts about me, but at this moment the leader's fearful devil shook his head at those who spoke.

"Maybe it's Garithers' troops. Our southern army has been wiped out. We must not make any mistakes before the new troops are added." He said and nodded to me and signaled me to go there to get the sword. "Continue to investigate..."

"yes..."

I was very surprised that such a thing happened. When I left, Ereda was still arguing with the Demon King of Fear. After the Demon King of Fear killed a troublemaker, no one heard any more, and they all retreated. After watching them leave, Kel Thujad came out again and explained all this.

"It's the Death Wings man, he is a fearful demon we have ever met. Now he is either loyal to Death Wings, or he is controlled by him."

"The Fear Demon King knew that Death Wings were far less powerful than Archmond, so they must have been controlled..." I realized another question when I thought of this, that is, if all powerful creatures like them could be controlled, would this be even more true for us humans or other creatures, such as me or Sylvanas."

"Maybe he really has such a powerful force..." Kelthuzad also expressed shock or doubt about this...

We were not discussing this matter, but returned to our original position and looked at the humans. Yes, I really wanted to help kill the demons, but in fact, if I really went there, I thought I would probably become their new target. At this moment, I suddenly thought of something, that is, the human skin that the black dragon gave me.

When I put it on, I couldn't wait to rush up without looking at my appearance and slash the demons. In this, I could see that my appearance caused some commotion to humans and more striving to kill the enemy, which further exacerbated the disadvantages of the demons. Yes, they were baits, and they were always looking forward to the army, and they seemed very disappointed. Soon after realizing that they could not win and there were no reinforcements, they were finally wiped out by us by numerical advantage.

The battle ended, and the first thing they did was that they were not by my side. I don’t know why this happened, but I think it must be because of my appearance. When I looked in a pool of green blood, I finally realized the reason because I looked like a person...

"Turrayan? Is it you?" a veteran asked me, and I was very at a loss about it.

"No...I don't know...I don't know who I am."

"Thank God, it's good to come back, it's good to come back."

They embraced me, and at this moment a lady came to me. At first I thought it was an elf, but in terms of decoration and spoken language, it was more human, and it was a relatively alternative Kul Tiras decoration. This quickly reminded me of a character, that is, Jaina's sister, Dailin's illegitimate daughter.

"Hello, I am the captain of this team, Jin Jian, I'm very happy to see you here." He looked at me and quickly looked at my sword. Yes, I remember Valilla once told me that she had a grudge against me for the matter of Marlan, so I could not reveal my true identity. If they all thought I was Turayan, then I would just do it and coax them first as before.

"So too, I feel like I've been floating in a world for a long time... I don't know what's going on, but I've seen it... I saw a soul who claimed to be Lordaeron Artsace. He asked someone to summon me back to go to that world instead of me. I don't remember anything..."

Everyone was very impressed, but there were no questions about it, because the rumors were the same as that, they died at the portal, and who knew if they would really enter somewhere. After hesitating for a while, everyone accepted the existence of a hero like me, and apart from these things, I can be regarded as a "human" who is good at fighting against demons.

"Okay, let's go back." Under her order, everyone cleaned up the battlefield and turned to the road back.
Chapter completed!