Dreadlord

In the dark night, Naisha chased Nightsaber underneath her. She originally thought that she was riding Nightsaber, but the other party had just been caught and tortured, and she could catch up in a short distance. However, the result was completely unexpected. She had already chased for a long distance, but she never saw the other party. 💘☜   🐨🐤

The woods kept shrinking on both sides. Naisha gritted her teeth slightly. Just as she was thinking about turning around, suddenly the trees on the left and right came to an end. As soon as her sight opened, Nightsaber underneath her also subconsciously stopped and looked around.

Naisha sat on the back of Nightsaber, raised his head slightly, and saw a figure on the hill in front of him. The figure looked quite tall in the moonlight night, with a long waist and jade ornaments hanging around his waist. His right hand was holding another guy by the throat. That guy was not the Felornas she was chasing.

"Zul'ra?" Naisha looked at Felornas being held up by the figure's throat. He was a little bit hesitant to confirm. He started his mount and climbed up the hill in a few steps. He saw that it was not only Felornas, and even the figure who caught Felornas was beyond her expectation. It was Zul'ra, the Amani Trolls who had helped her.

"Sorry, I was a little worried about the situation, so I followed Lunara and the others." Trolls threw the half-dead Demon Hunter aside, looked at Naisha riding Nightsaber, and pointed to Felornas on the ground with a smile to explain to himself.

"Then why are you here?" Naisha looked at Trolls, who had a slender figure and wild eyebrows on his white and blue face under the moonlight. He was surprised at first, and then his face fell.

"Because I couldn't find you on the battlefield, I asked your subordinates. They said you were chasing me here, so I followed you, but I didn't want to see this guy... What's wrong with you?" Naisha and Zul'ra couldn't help but ask, looking at the unhappy ones.

"Nothing, let's go back quickly! My sisters are still fighting." Naisha turned Nightsaber away. Since Mount Hyjal broke up last time, she had never spoken to this Trolls again, and now she didn't want to say it because this Trolls and Tyrande Whisperwind were too close.

"..." Naisha didn't want to talk to Zul'ra. He just asked his mount to turn his head, and his heart couldn't help but stagnate. Zul'ra said he was following her, but why did he run in front of her? Was his pace too fast? Did he come here on a mount? Why didn't he see the mount?

Just as doubts arose in her heart, Naisha felt a shadow rising from behind her, and her mind fell into a trance. Nightsaber, who was hunched over her, felt the danger, screamed and wanted to run out, but a big white and blue hand with five fingers held her head, and then hit her hard on the rocks on the ground.

Nightsaber's black head was instantly shattered by the double attack of white and blue hands and rocks, while Naisha on its back fell softly to the ground unconsciously. Her breathing was slow and heavy, and her pretty purple face had her eyes closed tightly, as if she was falling into sleep.

Looking at Naisha who fell asleep on the ground, Trolls, who had white and blue skin, bent down, half-hugged her body in his arms, wiped away her smooth purple neck, then reached out to take a dagger hanging from her waist, and as quickly as possible, used the tip of the dagger to carve a mark on the back of her neck.

The skin on his neck was carved open by a sharp dagger. Naisha's eyes were twitching while he was sleeping, as if he wanted to wake up, but was blocked by some kind of nightmare.

"A beautiful face!" After carving the mark, Trolls moved the dagger slightly and looked at the purple facial features of the woman in his arms, with a fang showing at the corner of her mouth. But before he could do anything, he seemed to feel something and turned to look behind him, only to see a tall reindeer running out of the woods.

"..." Looking at the reindeer, which was much taller than an ordinary deer, had a saddle on its back, and thin vines tied around its neck, but no one was riding it at the moment, Trolls's expression became a little subtle. Just as he was about to let go of Naisha in his arms, he felt the hair on his right shoulder and neck stand up.

"Tell me, who are you?" Zul'ra looked at Trolls, who was holding Naisha in his arms, with a sword held on his neck from behind. His eyes were narrowed tightly. He just ran over and saw a "self" holding Naisha. That's right, a "self", a guy who was exactly the same as himself.

"I can explain." Trolls didn't dare to look back at the guy who was the same as himself now, nor did he dare to try the sharp long sword on his right shoulder and neck, and raised his hands.

"Tell me, what did you do to her?" Zul'ra moved the sword slightly, forcing the opponent away from Naisha, and looked at Naisha who rolled to the ground with blood flowing from her right neck, and Nightsaber whose head was smashed.

"It's very simple, isn't it? It's a trap." Trolls stepped aside along the blade and looked at Zul'ra who was distractedly observing Naisha. A strange smile appeared on his face with wild eyebrows and thick eyebrows. The blue on his face faded. Black liquid flowed from the corners of his pale mouth and eye sockets. Green flames lit up his eyes, and a pair of horns sprouted from his smooth forehead.

"This is a trap!" In the repeated words, Trolls's figure continued to rise, his knee bones reflexed, his feet turned into hoofs, and a pair of giant bat wings folded behind him to cover his body. When the wings were opened again, Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords, who was taller than himself, and just wanted to say something stupid.

"This is a trap, Zul'ra Jin." Banehollow looked at Trolls who seemed to be stunned in front of him, and let out a wild laugh. The bat wings behind him fluttered slightly and wanted to fly away. Zul'ra came back to his senses, looked at the two wings behind him, and waved his sword decisively.

Two rays of cold light flashed through the air, and the fluttering bat wings separated from the body. Banehollow's body that originally flew off the ground fell down again. Then he felt a pain in his abdomen, and his body was pierced by a long sword and nailed into the ground.

"Then tell me, what are your plans and goals?" Zul'ra cut off Dreadlords's wings with his sword, stepped forward and nailed him through his lower abdomen with the sword, nailed him to the ground, leaned forward, and looked into his erratic eyes like flames.

"This is my plan." Banehollow felt the pain in his body. He looked at Trolls in front of him and grinned at him, showing his fangs. But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a heavy punch on his face.

"It's useless, mortal. These punishments have no effect on me. In the chaos of time and space, you don't know what we have seen." Banehollow received a punch and did not feel any pain, but grinned proudly.

"This was a completely unexpected encounter. I didn't expect it at all, so I didn't make any preparations. But I know that your race is immortal. Well, all demons are immortal, but you are a different kind."

Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords who kept provoking him. He threw away some of his worries about Naisha and quickly collected everything he could know. Although this guy's combat power didn't seem to be high, he couldn't be careless at all.

"Even if you lose your body, you can still find a suitable body to hide in, and then use that shape to continue moving in this world. Your role in the Burning Legion has always been a spy. You want to anger me, so you do this, right?"

"The body you picked should be Naisha!" Zul'ra blinked his eyes, looked at Naisha who rolled to the side and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and then looked down at Dreadlords who started to struggle.