Spellcasting Heavens

Since he chose to join Hell, Cosmo no longer held any reservations. He waved his hand to kill all the sleeping gangsters on the ground, and then took the initiative to ask: Who is the current Lord of Hell?

Sorry, I can't tell you his name before you reincarnate as a demon. But don't worry, I will bring him to meet you after conquering heaven. Okay, I have more important things to do, Let’s end today’s conversation here.” Esima took the initiative to end the topic.

She is an ancient demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years, so she will not show her trump card before the matter is settled.

The twins of suspicion and suspicion seeped into every drop of her blood.

Seeing the female demon twist her waist and slowly walk out of the alley, Cosmo's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and he murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: Are you loyal to the new Lord of Hell? I hope this won't happen. It’s a wrong choice!”

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Just when Ehima started visiting the cult leaders one by one in Los Angeles, Zhang Cheng had returned to the Spire of Time and Space and passed through the portal connecting the world of Azeroth.

Gazing at the endless grassland in front of him and the various animals with strange smells, he realized that he was probably in the Kalimdor continent, an area controlled by the tribe.

Before he could figure out the specific location and direction, a green-skinned orc suddenly emerged from the grass and shouted: Lok-tar ogar!

Then he picked up a two-handed ax and chopped down hard on the neck.

Well, this is why I don't like dealing with orcs. Their muscles always move faster than their brains. Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly, raised his hand and shot a fatal green light.

After the hit, the orc who launched the sudden attack turned into a ball of green powder and scattered in the wind.

Obviously, for him, not to mention a mere orc, even if all the orcs in Orgrimmar are deployed, the final result will be just to add some fertilizer to this land out of thin air.

Raising his head and looking at the sun in the sky, Zhang Cheng felt the direction and approximate location for a while, and immediately transformed into a huge black dragon and flew towards the east.

You must know that he came to Azeroth this time not to participate in the northern expedition to defeat the Lich King, Arthas, the dutiful son.

In fact, to his extent,

The fight between mortals has no meaning anymore.

Although in the minds of many people, the Lich King and the Scourge he led have always been a huge threat to all living things around the world, they are not even worthy of carrying shoes compared to the Burning Legion that has swept through many terrible worlds.

Even the Lich King himself and the artifact he possesses, Frostmourne, were created by the Legion, especially the Dreadlords who contributed the most wisdom and power.

As the person who wiped out the home planet of the Dread Demon King, Zhang Cheng has the knowledge and technology to personally create a magic sword more powerful than Frostmourne, so the Alliance and Horde expedition to Northrend has no real significance for him. significance.

The real purpose of his trip was actually the tomb of the Dark Titan Sargeras hidden beneath the Broken Islands.

That’s right!

It was the place near the Maelstrom that had been spied on by Gul'dan, Illidan and others.

It's just that he is not trying to obtain Sargeras's nearly infinite power, he just wants to find out whether the light group and Titan he is studying are the same type of life form.

When the sky-shielding body of the dragon passed past the crossroads and Ratchet City, the tribes and goblins fled in panic, and there were scenes of chickens and dogs jumping everywhere.

But soon, these guys discovered that the seemingly vicious black dragon in the sky did not swoop down to attack. Instead, it ignored some hostile attacks on the ground and flew straight towards the sea.

After a while, it became a small black spot where the sea and the sky meet.

Less than three hours later, this witness report was placed on the desk of Thrall, the chief of the Orgrimmar Wisdom Valley tribe.

The heroic shaman, who looked more like a human than an orc, frowned. After about two or three minutes, he raised his head and asked the old troll not far away: Wo'jin, who do you think this black dragon suddenly appeared? Onyxia, who has been missing for a long time, or her brother Nefarian?

No, I don't think so. As far as I know, neither the Black Dragon Princess nor the Black Dragon Prince has such an exaggerated size. Vol'jin, the leader of the Dark Spear Tribe, shook his head slightly.

Damn it! Don't tell me you think this is Deathwing - Neltharion! If it were him, our world would be in danger. Thrall suddenly stood up from his seat, his face full of solemnity. color.

Warchief! As long as you allow it, I am willing to lead the warriors of the tribe to kill this dragon, cut off its head and hang it in the square of Orgrimmar. Victory and glory will definitely belong to the tribe! Garrosh Hellscream shouted loudly, slapping his rock-like chest.

As a newcomer who came to Azeroth from Outland not long ago, he is full of desire for power and glory, and hopes to surpass his father Grom and become a true orc hero. Naturally, he will not give up. A feat like slaying a dragon.

No! Child! You don't understand what Deathwing means to this world! It is not a dragon in the ordinary sense, but one of the five dragon kings given power by the Titan himself, and it is the strongest dragon king. Thrall raised his hand to stop Garrosh who was about to make a move.

Vol'jin glanced at the reckless little Hellscream, coughed slightly and suggested: I think we should send this news to the Alliance to see how they react. Especially since they just announced their separation from the Alliance not long ago. , Dalaran joined the Northern Expedition in a neutral stance. The mages hold many secrets about the dragons.

You mean...cooperating with the Alliance again? Thrall's eyes lit up slightly.

Although conflicts often break out between the two camps for various reasons, when facing real threats, they can still put aside their past grudges and join hands.

This has been proven many times during the fight against the invasion of the Burning Legion and the Ahn'Qiraj insect war.

That's right! If this is really Deathwing, then we must postpone the full-scale attack on the Scourge. You have to understand that although the threat of the Lich King is not small, it is far from the level of destroying the world. But Deathwing, who has gone completely crazy, is different.

I understand! Send envoys to Stormwind City and Dalaran at the same time!

Great Chief, what should I do?

You? You go to Northrend to command the Northern Expedition! Remember, this is a test, my test for you.

Don't worry! I won't let you down! For the glory of the tribe!

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