"The space here is a little too small." Anub'Rekan carefully controlled his body to avoid damaging the surrounding items.
His body is about the same size as Anub'arak's. After receiving an undead enhancement recently, he has become slightly larger. The underground palace, which is very spacious for humans, makes this crypt lord somewhat unable to relax his hands and feet.
Gading replied with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a crypt lord like you who came to our aid."
"The summoning ceremony is over. You can go directly into the underground from here. We will take care of the aftermath."
Anub'Rekan shook his claws and head, making a buzzing sound, "Very good, then I'll leave first."
Along with the rolling soil and bricks, the Crypt Lord's huge body completely disappeared into the summoning room after just a few breaths, leaving only a dark bottomless hole.
The Dark Dean summoned a bunch of skeletal coolies to start filling the big hole here and re-laying the floor tiles efficiently.
"These skeletons are always useful labor no matter where they are," Gardin said with a smile.
Orgrim ignored the dark dean and walked out of the room, leaving Lothar to talk to Gadin.
"Please don't mind, this guy has this kind of temperament." Lothar showed a standard smile and explained to Gading.
"It doesn't have to be like this at all, Lord Lothar. I'm honored to fight side by side with you, uh, great death knight." After having been around for so many years, Gading naturally has a set of skills. "However, it's still difficult to deal with a black dragon. It's best to be fully prepared, I guess there may be hidden dragon guards around Onyxia."
"Of course we are prepared - the Lich King himself will also provide us with help when necessary."
Gading was overjoyed, "Is it true? If that's the case, our victory is already an established fact."
Gadin will not underestimate the power of the Lich King at all, because he is the king who controls the legions that can sweep across the entire continent. He is the co-owner of all undead in the material world.
With the Lich King taking action, it is not particularly difficult to deal with a black dragon. What needs to be watched out for most now is the identity of the black dragon princess Onyxia.
Although Lordaeron is very far away from the Burning Plains where the black dragons are stationed, it still cannot be ruled out that the black dragon army has some kind of forced teleportation or descending magic in an emergency.
Arthas would not look down upon the dragon army that had been inherited for tens of thousands of years. They were one of the most terrifying forces in the material world. Their heritage and energy were far beyond what humans, whose civilization had only developed for thousands of years, could match.
"We need to make some preparations to prevent the Black Dragon Princess from escaping or calling for help. Thassarian and I will do this."
Lothar asked Gadin for some materials, and took several psychic apprentices with him to prepare an anti-magic field on the island of Keldaron. Although there was no guarantee that the spells of a black dragon would be completely ineffective, it could at least block or weaken her.
Anub'Rekhan will always hide underground and will not take action until the critical moment. He has runic chains made of Saronite. Once entangled in these chains, even the dragon cannot easily escape.
The battle on the ground will be left to Lothar, Gadin, Thassarian, and Orgrim. They need to reduce Onyxia's physical strength and clear out her draconian guards in order to hunt or capture her alive. Onyxia offers the conditions.
To this end, the rune armors of the three death knights were all carefully forged by the undead forging masters, and were enchanted by the souls of ancient elf mages to temporarily block the scorching dragon's breath.
Onyxia's dragon pressure is not difficult for the undead, not to mention that these high-ranking generals of the Scourge basically have direct soul connections with Alsace, and Alsace can share them with them. The soul power of the entire Scourge Legion.
The power of the dragon that can break the will of ordinary soldiers has no effect on Lothar and the others. Almost all possible methods of Onyxia have been taken into consideration, which is bound to prevent this giant dragon from escaping from Keldaron.
Otherwise, if Onyxia escapes, what will happen to the Scourge may not happen, but Lordaeron will definitely bear the wrath of the black dragons. Arthas does not want to compete with the black dragons on the territory of Lordaeron.
Dealing with the Black Dragon Legion was actually a necessary move - Arthas could not mine dragon bones in the Dragonblight with great fanfare to resurrect them as bone dragons, he had to find a suitable replacement.
The skeletons of creatures on Azeroth that can be directly used as strategic weapons are either giant dragons or the remains of wilderness demigods.
But the souls of the wild demigods were connected to the Emerald Dream, which represented the illusory side of Azeroth. Arthas could not directly take their souls from there, and he did not dare to do so, because it would weaken the power of the Emerald Dream.
The Emerald Dream itself is facing the threat of the ancient gods. If they continue to plunder the demigods of the wilderness, it will not only arouse the anger of the demigods themselves, but also provoke the night elves and green dragon legions who are friends with them.
Therefore, Arthas could only make plans for the rebellious Black Dragon Legion. Anyway, these guys have been corrupted by the influence of the Ancient God, so it is a very reasonable method to kill them and then resurrect them as bone dragons to fight for the Scourge Legion.
Of course, in addition to dragons and wild demigods, special loa gods can also play such a role, but Arthas does not have the time or energy to find out the whereabouts of the trolls' loa gods.
After all, with the destruction of the ancient troll empire, many Loa gods also fell into a state of silence. In this case, only their corpses are found, but their souls are not captured. At most, a more powerful skeleton is resurrected. Just a creation.
That would be meaningless. Arthas might as well let his psychics cast war puppets. Why go to all the trouble of searching for the corpses of gods?
Therefore, no matter from which aspect, the action against the Black Dragon Legion is very critical and important. Firstly, it can weaken the hostile forces on the Eastern Kingdom's mainland, and secondly, it can strengthen its own strength.
However, Arthas hopes that the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian can fight with the Fire Demon King Ragnaros so that he can benefit from it.
However, these two are not fools. They understand that there is no benefit in fighting to the death, so they maintain a fragile truce agreement and exist in Blackstone Mountain at the same time.
With the treaty signed by Nefarian in the name of Deathwing, although there will still be conflicts between the two engines, it is only a small friction and never breaks out into a large-scale battle.
It is a pity that the attack on Onyxia cannot be blamed on the Fire Demon King, otherwise it may become the weight that weighs both sides down.
Arthas and Mograine ended their short investigation. They had to return to Andorhal to collect evidence again before Dalaran would allow them to continue searching the city.
However, due to Arthas' identity and his words, Antonidas reluctantly agreed to let the Silver Hand send paladins and guards to station in Dalaran as an emergency plan to prevent emergencies.
"Mograine, take this and go to Ironforge to find His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard. He will understand." Arthas handed Mograine a badge engraved with the emblem of the Bronzebeard family. .
"Thank you very much. I will set off from Dalaran immediately and go to Ironforge." Mograine was very moved. He waited for who knows how long and finally saw the opportunity to put the crystal to proper use.
"As long as you come back with an artifact that attracts worldwide attention." Arthas said goodbye to the great lord. He must return to Caer Daron and personally deploy the situation there.
After all, Queen Tiffin and Anduin were still vacationing there. They didn't know that there was already an undercurrent surging in Keldaron, and many forces were secretly competing around the manor where the mother and son lived.
Among them are MI7 from Stormwind City, the Privy Council of Lordaeron, and the servants of the Scourge and Onyxia.
When Lothar confirmed that they were ready, Arthas was already on his way to Caer Dalon.
Countess Katrana, also known as Onyxia, was living in the temporary residence and suddenly felt inexplicable irritability and uneasiness. The countess took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
'What's wrong with me? 'The last time Onyxia felt like this was when her father, who was attacked by four other dragon kings and seriously injured but whose aura became increasingly violent, came to the door.
At that time, Deathwing was injured by the power of other dragon kings. The alloy armor plate originally used to fix his body almost completely collapsed. The power of authority gushing out from his body almost killed Deathwing.
Driven mad and ultimately corrupted by the whispers of the Old Gods, the Earth Warden's power was tainted.
When the Black Dragon King completely betrayed the other dragonflights, his blood turned into magma representing the violent fury of the earth, breaking through his rock-tough skin and scales.
The gushing power almost killed Deathwing. The molten blood that was vented all the time not only caused Deathwing pain and torture, but also caused his power to erupt like a volcano.
The original guardian of the earth, Neltharion, was the embodiment of calmness, wisdom and solidity, just like the eternal mountains and the earth.
But after going crazy, Deathwing completely transformed into the red and black Death that symbolized the power of disaster. In the shadow under his wings, everything was reduced to ashes.
When Onyxia faced her father, she almost lost all ability to think. She could only feel fear and panic, which are the instincts of weak creatures when facing strong ones.
Such violent Deathwing left a deep shadow in Onyxia's heart. Every move of Deathwing would bring harm to Onyxia who was close at hand.
After listening to her father's orders and anger, Onyxia became scarred, and even with the life force of a dragon, it took a long time to heal.
And today Onyxia had a similar feeling? The dragon's intuition is much stronger than that of any beast, which makes Onyxia immediately focus on her own perception.
After confirming that her father had not come to her door, the Black Dragon Princess breathed a sigh of relief. She collapsed on the soft bed. After recovering from the shadow of the past, she began to think about what might have caused her of alertness.
Could it be that tonight's plan against Queen Tiffin and Prince Anduin is in danger of failure?
But even if the plan fails, Onyxia is sure that this matter cannot be traced to herself, because her arrival in Lordaeron this time was a secret operation, and even Bolvar thought she was just visiting the outskirts of Stormwind City. .
As for a small Keldaron, naturally it would not be as dangerous as the capital of Lordaeron and Dalaran. Logically speaking, there could be no threats to itself here.
An ordinary noble territory has no mage tower, no Holy Light Church, and not even a decent military camp. How could there be anything that could threaten the black dragon in such a place?
What's more, the servants she brought were all dragon guards with transformation magic. Onyxia felt that even if she didn't do anything, with more than a dozen dragon guards, she could cleanse everyone on the island. All over again.
But Onyxia's caution prevented her from completely ignoring the threat she felt intuitively. She wore a pendant on her body, which was a special orb condensed with the blood of a dragon. Once she was attacked, she would be Immediately pass it to the nearest black dragon through the power of blood.
After making sufficient preparations, Onyxia stayed in the room while her men headed towards the manor where Queen Tiffin was.
Onyxia's elite dragon bodyguards easily eluded the outermost ordinary guards and lurked in the trees next to the manor villa.
In the darkness, the pupils of several servants changed from ordinary human appearance to vertical pupils like snake lizards, and their bodies wrapped in black clothes began to gradually swell and bulge.
However, just when they dispelled the transformation magic and prepared to launch a surprise attack, a subtle sound broke through the air. Several dragon guards realized that something was wrong and immediately waved the sharp blades in their hands to block the arrows that came from nowhere. .
However, most dragonmen failed to dodge this sudden attack. They originally planned to rely on their hard scales and skin to resist these arrows, but things completely exceeded their expectations.
These arrows are not ordinary goods at all, but expensive magic-breaking armor-piercing arrows, and even strengthened runes are specially engraved on the arrow shafts and arrowheads.
On average, each dragon guard had at least ten feathered arrows inserted into his body. Their movements instantly became sluggish, and their consciousness began to gradually blur. All the arrows were smeared with deadly poison, even if they were extremely physically strong. The dragon people will instantly lose their ability to resist under a completely overdose of poison.
Before the few dragonmen who were lucky enough not to be attacked had time to resist, the second wave of attacks followed. They were treated in a special way, and daggers and daggers that did not reflect a trace of light were thrust out from the shadows.
The scales and skin that the dragons were proud of did not play any role, especially the dragons who had been poisoned beforehand. Their throats were cut in the blink of an eye, or a short blade was driven straight from the eye sockets into the brain.
In an instant, only a few dragon-men were still standing, and the attackers, from beginning to end, never revealed their figures.
But the stinging killing intent like a gleam on the back still surrounded the remaining dragon people. They knew that the killer hidden in the darkness had not retreated yet.
