Chapter 764 Igrul

"Why so many two-handed weapons? Is this Neltharion's special preference?"

Levin was talking to himself as he packed up the treasure trove, his eyes wandering among the metal utensils in the room.

Among the Black Dragon King's treasures, excluding the unknown objects whose origin and effect cannot be identified for the time being, most of them are metal utensils. Among them, two-handed weapons seem to be particularly favored by the Black Dragon King. He has discovered at least a dozen during the search. Each one seemed heavy and powerful.

When he turned over a heavy two-handed sword again, suddenly, his movements froze.

His sight was firmly attracted by a peculiar scimitar. The scimitar was quietly inserted into the ground, exuding an indescribable charm.

"Huh? This is..." Levin murmured softly, squatting down and looking at the scimitar carefully, "With this weird shape, could it be..."

The shape of the scimitar is unique and weird. The guard and the blade are smoothly connected together, as if they are formed in one piece. The handguard is covered with sharp barbs, as if to warn everyone who wants to hold it, that this knife can be a sharp weapon for killing enemies, or a murderous weapon for injuring yourself.

But the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the big purple eyeball inlaid in the center of the handle. It stared at Levin quietly, exuding a mysterious and strange aura. The eyeball seemed to have a life of its own, which made Levin feel an inexplicable chill.

At the same time, he felt a strange aura emanating from the scimitar. This aura reminded him of the fierce battle with Neltharion. It was a chilling aura full of corruption, like a black dragon. The aura on King 28 is normal, but different, making people feel fearful and uneasy.

Levin recognized the knife immediately.

Levin's eyes were fixed on the unique scimitar, and he was shocked.

He would never mistake this knife.

In the memory of his previous life, there were many artifacts in World of Warcraft, but among so many artifacts, this knife left a deep impression on him with its uniqueness.

It is the Blade of Xal'atath Dark Empire, a legendary artifact belonging to the Shadow Priest in the game, and one of the few weapons that has self-awareness and can speak.

Legend has it that this scimitar was forged from the claws of an ancient god who was defeated in ancient times. Although this statement cannot be verified, the power it contains is unquestionable.

After the Titan Guardians destroyed the Dark Empire created by the Old Gods, this scimitar seemed to disappear into the dust of history.

Until one day, a Gurubashi priest who lost in the power struggle accidentally discovered it - perhaps, more accurately, was chosen by it.

At this moment, as if feeling Levin's powerful spiritual power, the surface of the Blade of the Dark Empire began to flash with a resonant purple shimmer, as if it was telling something, and seemed to be calling softly.

"Haha..." Levin chuckled, but did not act rashly.

For those who are unaware, encountering an artifact like Xal'atath may be a thrilling adventure, and they may reach out and pull out this legendary weapon without hesitation.

But Levin knew Xal'atath's true nature well, so he chose to ignore the tempting call for the time being, maintaining due caution and distance.

A soft "click" sound suddenly came from behind Levin. This sudden movement immediately aroused his alertness.

He turned around quickly and saw a Drogbar wearing simple armor suddenly burst out from the ground. The soil he brought up when he broke out of the ground had not had time to fall.

Levin guessed that this was probably a spell such as [Earth Escape Technique] or [Stone Movement Technique]. He secretly sighed that Drogbal was indeed a creation of the earth element Titan, and he was very talented.

Seeing Levin's guarded appearance, the Drogbar quickly raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.

He smiled and said weakly in Kaldorei: "Friend, please relax, I am not your enemy."

Compared with the Drogbal who had difficulty speaking the language he met before, this Drogbal's Kaldorei language is obviously much fluent. Upon seeing this, Levin's tense nerves relaxed a little, but he still didn't completely let go of his guard. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person, with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "Who are you? Are you here specifically to see me?"

The Drogbal nodded and replied affirmatively: "Yes, I am here just for you."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced around inadvertently. He was secretly surprised by the ground that was damaged beyond recognition by the dragon's breath, and the two big dirt bags that had obviously just been turned over.

All of this is silently telling what just happened here.

"It seems that there has just been a short but fierce battle here." He thought to himself that the two powerful guards of the Nuo monster were there. "

At this glance, Drogbal already had a clear understanding of Levin's strength. After staying in Neltharion's lair for so long, he was well aware of the strength of those draconians, and Levin's achievements made him feel a little in awe.

So, he patted his chest heavily and introduced himself: "My name is Igrul, I am the current leader of Drogbar, and the chief who should inherit the title of 'Gray King'. "

"It should be like this?" Levin found a box nearly one meter high among the treasures in the room. He sat on it safely and stared at Drogbal in front of him with some amusement. So, what is the reason? What makes you unable to inherit the title of 'Gray King'? It seems that this title means a lot to your Chegbar City."

When this issue was mentioned, Igrul's eyes were suddenly ignited with anger, and his voice was full of resentment and unwillingness: "It's all that devil Neltharion! Since the failure of the last uprising of Drogbal, he has completely deprived We continue to have the qualifications of the 'Gray King' as a punishment for us, trying to make us surrender to his feet forever and not dare to resist at all."

Having said this, Igrul clenched his fists tightly and his veins popped out. He was obviously extremely angry. "The 'Gray King' is not only the honorary title of the greatest warrior in our clan, but also the honorary title of all Drogbar." Spiritual support. Since losing this title, my people have gradually lost their will to fight and have begun to indulge in a life of comfort and slavery. 11

After hearing this, Levin nodded thoughtfully, with a meaningful smile on his lips: "So, as the current leader of Drogbar, you are eager to overthrow Neltharion's tyranny and lead you Have the people regained their former glory and freedom?"

"That's it." Igrul's voice was as firm as iron. "This is not only my personal long-cherished wish, but also the lifelong goal that I and all my kind pursue. Therefore, when my subordinates informed me that someone was looking for Kaz I came to meet you without hesitation. I want to see with my own eyes whether this warrior who seeks the Hammer has enough power to help my people break free from the shackles of slavery."

"So?" Levin smiled softly, spread his hands, and asked in a teasing tone: "What's your first impression of me? I'm not the big, thick, muscular man you imagined. , are you disappointed by this?"

"You are too humble." Hearing this, Igrul lowered his head more respectfully and replied, "We, the Drogbar, are not a race that judges books by their appearance. What's more, you can defeat Neltharion in such a short period of time. The two gatekeepers left behind are enough to prove that your strength is extraordinary.

Igrul's words suddenly stopped, and his eyes turned to the charred ground burned by the shadow flames, "As far as I know, although dragon people can also have the ability to breathe, the flames they can breathe are not as good as the others. The power is far inferior to the real dragon's breath, and it cannot produce such an effect at all, so how did this trace come about?"

When Levin heard this, a glint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Your observation skills are indeed keen. This scorch mark was not caused by the dragon man, but by a young dragon. It just so happened that he was Nai Son of Sario."

"What?!" Igrul was shocked when he heard this. He looked around nervously, fearing that the giant dragon would suddenly appear and catch them all in one fell swoop.

"You can rest assured that he has been temporarily persuaded by me and left first." Levin waved his hand gently to show comfort, "You have been working with the black dragons for so long, you should have discovered something, not only you Drogbal , many black dragons are also afraid of the current Neltharion - in fact, even his son thinks so, so maybe we can get help from the black dragon family in future actions. "

The awe in Igrul's eyes became even stronger.

Neltharion's power is well known, and his descendants must also be extraordinary. He was able to survive the siege of Neltharion's son and two high-level dragon warriors with ease. He not only killed two dragon warriors, but also kept himself intact. The strength of this sudden intruder was obviously far beyond his. Anticipate.

…………Of course, Igrul didn’t know that Nefarian was indeed Neltharion’s son, but he was just a son. The strength of the Aspect Dragon largely came from the authority granted by the Titans. , and this thing cannot be inherited.

Therefore, Nefarian's personal strength actually contains a lot of water. However, these are all things for later. .