"Hmph, a coward who thinks he is a hero."

The black dragon Filmor watched the black hand disappear at the end of the hall with disdain. A hint of cunning flashed in his yellow snake eyes. He looked at his prince and asked in a low voice:

"So, what should we do? Your Highness?"

"well..."

Nefarian sat back on the throne and sighed with some disappointment. He looked at the platform of the palace. Above the sky, the Screamer Legion had begun to move towards the top of the Black Stone Tower. Soon, these arakkoa would come from

Sky launches a raid on Blackwing Lair.

"I originally wanted to realize my ideals here, but now it seems that Blackrock Tower is also a troubled place."

Nefarian rubbed his chin, and after a moment, he said to the other black dragon leaders:

"Let's go separately. Each person takes some clansmen and leaves from all directions to meet up in Stormwind City. I think that my proud sister will probably not refuse the request for help from the Prestor family. I heard that she is in

Stormwind has achieved a very noble status, which is good, and it's time for House Prestor to rise again."

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Black Dragon Prince:

"It's time to serve the great Human Empire again. The Black Dragon Legion will return to the shadow of the Empire... The undead are coming in force, and no one knows what they want, so for this period of time, it is better for us to keep a low profile."

"Tell Malorak to activate all the defense systems of Black Wing Blood Circle, and let him contain those orcs and stay here when necessary. Hold on, the longer you hold on, the better... It's time to let the old immortal die
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