Stratholme God

Chapter 351 Lower the lower limit of my heart
10 minutes ago.

"What is this?" Onyxia pointed to the 'rune' that was exactly the same as a certain dragon's butt, and asked the maid who served her.

Although she doesn't have much freedom, someone still treated her like a countess.

"Oh, this is a measure after Stratholme Territory implemented the new quarantine law. Every pig, cattle and sheep must be quarantined before slaughter. Only when the quarantine is safe will this seal be stamped. This is called [safe meat]." After the maid finished answering, she muttered, "No way, those damned cursed believers are spreading the plague everywhere, and people will turn into zombies after eating poisoned food. It's too scary."

The female black dragon touched the part of herself where the dragon scale was stripped.

No!
No way!
No one would eat dragon meat so cruelly, right?
The noble black dragon princess remembered the boring topics she heard from those noble ladies in the noble salon.

During the Second Dark Portal War, a group of vicious Stratholme people sold dragon meat, dragon skins and keel.

When she saw those bright red dragon leather bags, she knew they were genuine. Then she heard those ladies say that dragon meat is like beef tendon. Although it is slightly tougher, it is full of chewiness and delicious...

At the beginning, she laughed at the stupidity of the Red Dragon Army, which was all overshadowed by human arrows.

did not expect……

Feng Shui took turns, and it was her turn to butcher the knife.

Willing to resist, powerless to resist.

That McDonald who killed a thousand knives cheated her who wanted to cheat the alliance, and it took more than two years to cheat her.Sealed by the 'curse' of the Four Dragon Kings, she lost almost all her power.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have saved that idiot of Arthas. I should have just run away! Go out and find a place to hide, and pray that Deathwing won't find you..." The black dragon princess shed tears of remorse.

Now, she couldn't run away even if she wanted to.

"Tap tap."

It was the footsteps of Death.

Dragons can be dull or sensitive, capable of sensing hundreds of sounds at once if necessary.

She knew right away that the goddamn MacDonald was coming.

Sure enough, the door was opened with impunity.

The maid in the room bowed and retreated knowingly.Stratholme's personal guard knights filed in, guarding the gate and windows.

Under the guard of two beautiful elves, McDonnell sat carelessly on the opposite corner of the dining table in front of Onyxia.

"You... If you want to kill me, do it!" Onyxia turned her head, revealing her snow-white neck, as if she was ready to be brave.

It's no wonder that a burst of righteousness rushed towards us!

She closed her eyes honestly, but her trembling eyelashes and hands slightly clenched her skirt betrayed the tension in her heart.

"Kill you? When did I say I wanted to kill you?" McDonald sneered.

"Then what do you mean?" She opened her eyes and pushed the plate of pork with a qualified brand with one hand.

"It's not interesting. All the soldiers in the territory who need meat eat the same delicious meat." Mai Rascal spread his hands.

"Ha ha!"

The old lady believes in you!

"This is not considered a threat. The Alliance urgently needs a strong air force..."

The black dragon princess interrupted him with lightning, her eyes flickered with a terrifying fierce light, and a burst of dragon power spontaneously emerged: "You don't want to enslave me! I am the great black dragon princess Onyxia!"

"Slavery? No! Just take what you need, I can save you from being slaughtered by your father, and you..."

"Get out!" She seemed to realize that she was too fierce. After all, she was just a piece of high-end safe meat, and her momentum suddenly weakened: "Or kill me!"

"Hehe!" This time, it was McDonald's turn to sneer: "You have three days to think about it."

McDonald didn't say any harsh words, and turned around and left with the people.

Back in his study, McDonald told Valeera: "The target can get close to her."

"Is this too dangerous? If the Cult of the Damned unites with Onyxia...I'm afraid things will get out of control."

McDonald waved his hand: "No, it's my turn to play tricks, the sect of the curse is my younger brother."

This is a very delicate Ouroboros relationship.

Don't think that Onyxia can't find a chance to run away. Compared with McDonald and others, what she is really afraid of is her father.Crazy Deathwing, how many black dragons have been killed?
He had never been a black dragon for anything.

He also never bestowed the name of Sinestra Dragon Queen, purely because she was the only female black dragon who survived being raped by him, and then gave birth to offspring.By the way, he just used Nefarian and Onyxia as tool dragons.

He failed to overthrow the alliance, and was plotted against. Such a slap in the face, when he recovers from his injury, 100% will take revenge on all existences, including the entire alliance and the missed Onyxia.

Onyxia is not only subject to McDonald, but also uses McDonald who "beat her father twice" as a shield.

How she reacts when pressure is put on her from both sides is delicate.

Almost that night, the maid serving Onyxia changed.

"Who are you? I can't hide the stench on your body!" She stared at the new maid.

"Black Dragon Princess Onyxia! Do you yearn for power? Do you hate being imprisoned? My lord—the leader of the great Scourge—His Majesty the Lich King can help you out!"

"How to help?"

The woman in front of her, who was obviously out of her mind at first glance, began to 'preach' in a nervous way.

"Life is short like fireworks, and only death is eternal! Death will eventually rule the entire world of Azeroth. No living person can defy the Lich King's orders. Take refuge in him! You can rule the entire province, all death All power is at your disposal, your dragon breath can destroy a mountain! Your..."

Before the guy could finish speaking, he fainted on the ground.

Onyxia looked frosty, walked over and squatted down, and touched the woman's eyebrows, and activated the cruel [Soul Search].

Soon, Princess Black Dragon's complexion became even worse, turning blue and white at times.

"The shit Lich King! You actually want my life and make me a disgusting corpse dragon!?"

Although the Black Dragon Legion has separated from the Wyrmrest Temple, the dragons hate the remains of their compatriots or their own remains being desecrated, which is a custom engraved in the deepest part of the soul.

Just imagining how her beautiful dragon scales turned to ashes and every wound was covered with maggots made Onyxia want to vomit.

She slammed open the door of the room, looked at the two knights who put their hands on the hilts of their swords, and said coldly: "The bitch inside is a member of the Cursed Cultist. You clean it up, and I will see your lord now. "

Ten minutes later, a huge black dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the west amidst the attention of more than 10 defenders.

Liadrin looked at McDonnell with admiration in her eyes: "How did you do it?"

"No, I just let the curse sect pull her psychological lower limit to the lowest, and then gave her a condition that is acceptable now." The honest and reliable young man McDonald said.

(End of this chapter)