Gain the power of Saitama at the beginning of the game

Ten thousand years ago, the black dragon king Nefarian was seriously injured by Salvatore and fled back to the inner earth!

After ten thousand years of dormancy, the Black Dragon King has already recovered!

But thousands of years of pain, hatred, and madness have already twisted his mind, sometimes lucid, sometimes crazy!

He was extremely afraid of Salvador, and he hated that night elf extremely!

He wanted to leave this world and develop in another world, and then come back to take revenge when the time was right!

When Neltharion, who was hiding in the inner world, learned that a race called orcs had crossed time and space from the world of Draenor and came to Azeroth, he was extremely excited!

His chance has come!

He decided to send his children Nefarian and Onyxia into the mortal realm to gather information about that world!

After a year of lurking, Nefarian also learned some important information about the world of Draenor!

Neltharion flew high in the sky, and with the protection of the veil of darkness, he transformed into a human form and landed on a hill.

Looking at the barren land below, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Is this the Swamp of Sorrows?"

Then he looked towards a tall and majestic teleportation arch in the distance.

"Is that the Dark Portal? The master who built this portal must have great magical attainments!

However, this place has now become a cursed land!"

Neltharion squatted down and touched the cracked ground with his hand.

It was discovered that the vitality of the earth had disappeared, and this portal was constantly draining the vitality and nutrients here!

Not long after, a wolf howl sounded in the distance.

A team of fifty wolf cavalrymen came from afar and quickly arrived in front of Nefarian!

The orc cavalry captain saw that Neltharion had a human face and mocked him in the common language.

"Haha...human? A human came to the tribe's territory? I thought it was a monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Neltharion's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a low and hoarse voice sounded,

"How dare an ugly mortal mock the great Black Dragon King???"

Upon hearing this, the orcs began to mock even more unscrupulously?

"Black dragon? Where is it? Don't dragons have wings? Why can't I see it?" the orc captain continued to mock.

Neltharion lost his patience and pressed his hands to the ground. A black wave spread across the dry earth.

Then the ground began to tremble, and a huge crack appeared under the feet of the wolf cavalry.

All the wolf riders fell into the cracks in the earth and became nutrients for the earth forever!

"Stupid orc, huh!"

The cracked ground began to slowly close, and screams continued to ring out from it, breaking the silence of the night sky and sounding particularly harsh.

Seeing this, Neltharion's eyes became slightly solemn. He looked back at the dragon eggs placed behind the hill, and then looked at the orc camp in front of him.

Fires began to light up there and the voices of orcs began to be heard!

"What a hassle! I didn't expect that I would enjoy a massacre before leaving this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nefarian's face became increasingly ferocious!

The body began to change, and after a few seconds,

An extremely huge black-armored dragon appeared on this land!

"You guys are courting death!"

The Black Dragon King opened his terrifying mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, flapped his huge black wings, and rushed towards the orc camp!

After a moment, the orcs' roars turned into screams.

The Black Dragon King rolled around in the orc camp, spewing black dragon flames.

At this time, the orcs were like weak ants in front of the terrifying Black Dragon King!

The one in charge of this camp is Zuluhed of the Dragonmaw Clan. However, unlike other clans, the Dragonmaw Clan relies more on magic and trickery rather than brute force!

They like to tame flying creatures, and every member of the Dragon Roar Clan is an excellent rider.

But after coming to the world of Azeroth, the Dragonmaw Clan did not play its role at all and could only be stationed in the Dark Portal area as a marginal clan!

Zuluhed was once a respected shaman, but because of Ner'zhul, he was forced to abandon shamanism and turn to learning fel power!

But he was very cunning and was very resistant to the dirty evil energy, so he only learned the basics of the evil energy!

Ever since Great Chief Orgrim ordered the restoration of shamanism, Zuluhed immediately abandoned the fel energy and returned to the path of shamanism!

But as the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, he has been looking for a suitable mount for the clan.

Look, it’s appeared now!

Zuluhed was excited when he saw the huge black dragon, but he was horrified when he saw the black dragon slaughtering the tribal warriors like a demon! !

He never imagined that the dragons in this world could be so terrifying!

Looking at the camp,

The black dragon king kept rolling, spewing flames, biting, roaring and laughing, which made people feel cold in their spine!

He felt that the black dragon seemed to enjoy this kind of slaughter?

goodong...

Zuluhed swallowed nervously. He found that the huge head of the black dragon turned towards him.

“Ah! No no no…”

Zuluhid fell to the ground in fear, backing away...

Neltharion looked at Zuluhed with a terrified look on his face and began to walk towards him.

Boom, boom...

Every extremely heavy footstep was like the countdown on a death knell, lingering endlessly in Zuluhed's heart!

A bone-chilling chill enveloped his mind, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his mind began to become confused...

"Am I going to die?"

Neltharion walked up to Zuluhed, but he did not swallow the orc in front of him.

Instead, he looked at the other person jokingly, then opened his big, smelly mouth and roared at Zuluhed...

Roar……!

The dragon roared, accompanied by countless pieces of blood and flesh, and hit Zuluhed!

The powerful dragon pressure and the dragon's roar caused him to bleed from all seven orifices!

The severe pain made Zuluhed want to scream out loud, but he gritted his teeth and dared not make a sound!

I am just slowly recovering with the shaman's power inside my body...

Looking at the black dragon's thick and long neck, Zuluhed didn't dare to make a heroic charge like Grom, the reckless man!

He is afraid of death, and he still has many ambitions in his heart that have not been fulfilled!

His unwilling ambition seemed to make him stronger, and he slowly stood up!

Neltharion's yellow vertical pupils stared at this interesting orc.

He could feel his trembling and frightened heart, but now he stood in front of him like a sculpture, motionless!

"What's your name? Orc?"

Hearing the black dragon's voice, Zuluhed was glad that he had learned the common language of this world!

The trembling lips parted slightly,

"My lord, my name is Zuluhed! I am the chief of the Dragonmaw clan!"

"Hmm? There's a dragon in the clan's name? I feel like you and I are meant to be together, orc!"