Part-Time BOSS Chapter 167: Bambala blah blah dong dong
In the evening—Night Whisper Forest. This forest located on the edge of the Deadwind Path has always been a strange place that nearby residents have turned pale. It is said that ghosts and unknown monsters are often seen wandering around in the forest, as well as many weird legends and secrets, the awakened dead , terrifying devils, and spirits in the forest, these rumors are mostly connected with the nearby Karazhan Tower.
Even in Azeroth, a place full of magic and dragons, people still have all kinds of doubts and guesses about things they don't understand.
As a result, few people go to this forest.
Today's Nightwhisper Forest is as quiet as ever. The dark forest looks like a dead cemetery. It can be seen that in the dark forest, there are countless black dragons with their wings folded together, quietly lurking under the shadow of the trees in the dark forest.
They form a huge circle, with a clearing in the center, as if waiting for something.
Murpheus and Nefarian are located in it, at the core of the circle, where there are eleven black dragon lords.
Suddenly, a strong wind sounded, passing over the sky like a storm.
The black dragons all raised their heads, watching the huge black shadow descending overwhelmingly, and suddenly appearing in the open space.
The shadow that covered the sky and the sun immediately made this gloomy forest even more gloomy.
Death Wing/Murphy's eyes slowly swept over the black dragon army, dozens of adult black dragons, hundreds of young black dragons, and hundreds of young dragons, eleven black dragon lords came. Time was running out, and his summoning still summoned most of the black dragon lords.
He nodded with satisfaction in his heart. Such a powerful force is enough to determine the direction of the plot in the war between the Alliance and the Horde.
In fact, if monster servants are recruited on a large scale to join the battle, then tens of thousands of troops can be dispatched at once, but it is not necessary. Taking action will inevitably influence the balance of the war.
The quantity is not important, but the timing of the shot is important.
Although he was very satisfied in his heart, he still showed a displeased look on the surface.
Nesarion (King of the Black Dragon): "Why didn't Telhorathon come? And Kutrafest, Moentrisha... Is my order no longer valid, or is it , They decided to give up their oath of allegiance to the Black Dragon King?"
The Black Dragon King looked at Murphys and Nefarian. As the leading dragons of the two major factions within the Black Dragon Legion, this question naturally had to be answered by the two.
Nefarian hurriedly lowered his head, "Father, the territories of Kutrafist and Moentrisha are very far away from here. I'm afraid it's not enough to get there in just one day. Wait for two more days, presumably they will Arriving."
Murphys also gave the same explanation. "Tel Horathon's territory is far away in Northrend. It may not be so easy to fly across the endless sea and the vast land in the north, but they will definitely come in time, Your Majesty the Great Deathwing."
Nesarion (King of the Black Dragon): "Hmph, let's wait for the results in two days—
My loyal black dragon lords, warriors of the black dragon legion, I am very satisfied with your response. The war has begun, and a war to determine the ownership of this world is coming. For the future of our family, we must participate in the war.
The power of the black dragon army will be known to the world, and the wings of Deathwing will make the world tremble! "
The black dragons roared in response to their king.
Deathwing/Murphy nodded in satisfaction. This feeling of controlling the entire black dragon army is really good. The fate of this world is in his own hands. His will will directly determine the future of this world. Alliance Who will win in the end with the tribe is all in his mind.
Is this what power feels like? Not bad at all.
Just when he was full of ambition, an inappropriate voice suddenly rang in his ears.
Whispers in the abyss: "Death...wing, death...wing, death...wing, deathwing, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Deathwing...wing ... Wing?"
The voice was intermittent, appearing and disappearing from time to time, with a hint of echo, but there was no doubt that it was that weird whispering voice.
(My day, why are you here again?) Murphy was a little annoyed. He thought he would never hear that whisper again after leaving the Obsidian Temple, but he didn't expect it to appear again. About to be harassed? That's so sad. )
Whispers in the abyss: "I know you can hear my voice, and I can feel the uneasiness in your heart. Although I don't know what method you used to avoid me, it is meaningless. I surrender."
Murphy's face was expressionless, as long as he didn't hear it, he could feel that the more he listened to this voice, the more exciting it became.
Whispers in the abyss: "Are you pretending that you can't hear me? Hehehe, it's useless. No matter where you flee, my voice will go with you. You can't escape me."
Murphy continued to pretend not to hear.
Whispers in the abyss: "Release me, in that dark abyss, I will rise, and you will know the truth of this world, come Deathwing, the time has come, come and release me."
Nesarion (King of the Black Dragon): "Nefarian, Morpheus, you two stay here and continue to gather the strength of the legion. Wait until two days later..."
Whispers in the abyss: "The hymn of fear has sounded, and the absurd prayer echoes in the abyss."
Nesarion (King of the Black Dragon): "Listen to my order in two days, go to the portal of darkness, don't expose..."
Whispers in the abyss: "You are afraid of death in your heart, but in order to chase that power, your endless infatuation and delusion will eventually lead you into madness."
Nesarion (King of the Black Dragon): "Don't reveal your whereabouts, and you must take action at the most suitable opportunity. Remember, both the Alliance and the Horde are our enemies. The best choice is to let them both lose. Then we can..."
Whispers in the abyss: "Pumba bla bla dong dong, bao ba bala blah dong dong." The voice of the whisper was like the drumbeat of the earth being struck, and every blow shook Murphy's brain and his heart.
"Shut up!" Murphy finally couldn't bear the endless whispers, and a roar came from outside the black dragon, which surprised the black dragon lords who were listening to the training, and Murphy and Nefarian looked at each other At a glance, they both saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.
Death Wing is really abnormal, and it looks more and more abnormal.
Murphy still wanted to explain, but the voice became clearer and harsher,
Whispers in the abyss: "Jie jie jie jie, you can really hear my voice, so I am relieved, Deathwing, get ready to face endless torture... ah wow wow Wow, Bengbu Road Bapulu oh..."
The whispering voice stopped communicating at all, and began to read in fragments. The strange tones and voices were completely unimaginable by humans. The weird whispers made Mo Fei have a splitting headache, and the anger in his heart was burning, anxious and violent. The mind has nowhere to vent.
"King?"
Roar... Deathwing slammed a black dragon lord who was close to him to the ground with a roar.
Nesarion (King of the Black Dragon): "All dragons, wait for my order. The war will start in two days. At that time, no one can stop us. Don't let me down, black dragon lords."
After finishing speaking, he fluttered his wings.
Looking at the figure of Deathwing disappearing into the sky, all the black dragon lords present breathed a sigh of relief~IndoMTL.com~Even as Deathwing's subordinates, the black dragons are all indifferent to the mental state of the black dragon king Feeling afraid, afraid that the next unlucky person will be yourself.
"Do you think that Master Nelthario..."
"What happened to him?"
"Ah, nothing."
Morpheus (ancient black dragon): "Just say what you have to say. There is no need to hide it. There are no outsiders here."
Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "That's right, as a member of the Black Dragon Legion, it's normal to care about the Dragon King's body, don't you think so?"
Seeing that Nefarian agreed with Murphys' opinion, all the black dragon lords showed surprised expressions and exchanged glances with each other, a subtle atmosphere emerged among the black dragon lords.
(End of this chapter)
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