Black Dragon

A murloc wielding a meat cleaver was chasing a blood-soaked man, hacking away frantically.

A monster with nothing but a giant head and numerous tentacles was brandishing several scimitars, locked in battle with a group of rogues.

A skeletal blood mage held a dagger, casting clouds of blood mist that engulfed a large number of fleeing rogues.

He also saw a giant insect flying in the air, a four-armed naga, a goblin throwing weapons at random, a gnome waving a baton, slimes, man-eating plants, and even a translucent ghost puppy running around happily...

But more numerous were the monsters he had never heard of, never seen, and couldn't even name. Every one of those monsters had a terrifying appearance and astonishing strength, enough to make one's blood run cold.

At this moment, the ruins of Alterac were as noisy as a zoo, only the animals inside were not in cages for people to admire, but were frantically devouring those blood-stained villains.

Aiden wanted to call for his guards, but before he could even shout, a clear voice reached his ears from behind, giving the cold-blooded "Lord Perenolde" such a start that his whole body shuddered.

"If I were you, I wouldn't shout, or you'll only die faster."

Startled, he turned around to find a man who looked impossibly young standing abruptly behind Aiden. The man appeared to be seventeen or eighteen, his face still retaining a youthful softness, his features handsome and imbued with an air of integrity.

Yet, this upright appearance paired with a composed expression was indescribably strange. At a glance, he looked like both a nobleman and a rogue, making him impossible to read.

At this moment, the youth held a flintlock in his hand, the muzzle pointed steadily at the center of his forehead, as if the lethal projectile could be fired at any moment.

If it were an ordinary bullet, he wouldn't fear it with his low-level rogue strength. But the faint mana fluctuations and the shimmering mithril-white glow on the flintlock warned him that this was no ordinary weapon, and the shot it fired was no ordinary projectile; hitting a vital spot would mean death or severe injury.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" Aiden's question was unoriginal, identical to the lines first thought up by villains who suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage and tried to stall for time.

And this young man was none other than Liam Greymane, who had just finished arranging for Coral to "set the fire" and had rushed over to "kill."

Unfortunately, Liam knew full well that "villains die from talking too much." Although he didn't consider himself a villain, he had no intention of wasting breath on his opponent.

"Bang!" A bullet flew toward the center of Aiden's brow with a scorching blast of air. If this shot hit, this heinous leader of the Syndicate would be at least half-dead, if not killed outright.

However, the scene of blood and brains splattering that he had imagined did not occur. The moment Liam pulled the trigger, Aiden's legs suddenly went limp, and he collapsed to the ground as if he had suddenly fallen into a deep sleep. The lethal bullet just grazed the top of his head, embedding itself deep into the bluestone wall of the castle.

"Little one, to kill my dog in front of me—did you not think to ask for the master's opinion?"

A soft, feminine voice drifted over, slightly husky but filled with a lazy sexiness.

Liam didn't need to guess who the owner of the voice was. He also knew he had misjudged the situation, having mistaken the other party for a pure and harmless plaything. Now it seemed this woman's strength was terrifying; at the very least, an ordinary high-level mage couldn't so easily hypnotize a master like Aiden.

This woman had at least touched the threshold of the Heroic tier!

Yet, the person Liam sparred with every day was the Epic-tier hero Jorach Ravenholdt. Even if the opponent were a Legend or a Demigod, they wouldn't be able to make Liam waver in the slightest.

"Sorry, miss, can I kill him now?" Liam asked casually, his tone cordial and his movements gentle, yet he didn't even glance at the woman.

Just as the woman breathed a sigh of relief and before her next sentence could leave her lips, the flintlock in Liam's hand vanished. When it reappeared, the bullet had already been reloaded from his storage space, and he fired a second shot at the prone Aiden. This time, the target was not the brow, but the vital heart in his chest.

"Bang!"

The flintlock fired as intended, but the bullet struck a barrier woven of flames, where it was blocked and gradually melted into molten iron, dripping onto the floor.

The gun was a fine weapon, but the bullet was merely common iron. With this unexpected shot missing again, Liam knew that killing Aiden Perenolde today would be difficult. He could only smile bitterly as he turned around to face the woman in red, who was still sitting on the large bed.

"Oh? Interesting boy. If you hadn't ruined this piece of trash's hard work for the past few years and spoiled my father's grand plan, I might have taken you back to play. But now... you'd better just die."

As the woman spoke, she prepared to strike. Her slender, jade-like hands reached out, thick flame energy coalescing upon them. The intense magical fluctuations seemed capable of tearing through space, trembling incessantly.

However, seeing Liam turn around to look at her for the first time since entering the room, the woman slightly furrowed her beautiful brows and gazed at the youth. Liam's appearance was inherited from his father, his handsome features imbued with a heroic spirit that possessed a unique charm.

This look made the woman's eyes brighten. The slender hand she had raised lowered slightly, and her eyes narrowed as she sized Liam up with a smile, as if she wanted to see right through the youth before her.

"Saying things like that in front of your lover, isn't that a bit inappropriate..." Liam teased, his tone carrying a roguish playfulness. He sounded lecherous, yet his face remained perfectly upright and righteous, a stark contrast that was laughable.

"Him? Just a piece of waste. A simple illusion is enough to make such scum show their ugliest side; why would I need to do it myself? What? Asking such a shameful question—are you interested in me? Want to try it yourself?"

The woman was a veteran of many battles and didn't mind Liam's teasing at all. Instead, she turned the tables, casting a seductive look at Liam as if she were ready to disrobe at any moment.

That charm was so potent that Liam experienced a momentary lapse in focus, nearly being hypnotized by her just like the poor wretch on the floor!

But unexpectedly, Liam, who had been "flirting" with the woman, turned hostile in an instant. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the words he spoke left the woman pale with shock.

"Stop with the nonsense! Katrana Prestor! Or... should I call you by your real name, Onyxia?"

Stunned to the core, the woman felt killing intent rise involuntarily to her beautiful face, and she could no longer maintain that seductive allure.

Because with a single simple sentence, Liam had pierced through the woman's identity and pushed the relationship between the two toward a path of "no return"!