Neltharion crowned shook his head with a comb. He had expected more from this eredar. For uorlotsit

He moved through the huge cave and voices whispering in his head. Before appeared jict tracking only occasionally, but no longer cease. Even in his sleep he could not escape from them ... not that it remained willing to sleep. The huge black dragon heard them for so long - now they are part of it, indistinguishable from his own distorted thoughts.
"The night elves will destroy the world ... well is out of control ... No one can have confidence ... they want your secrets, your strength ... Malygos would take what belongs to you ... Alexstrasza wants to command ... No better than demons We need ... to deal with them in the same way as with the Legion ... "
Again and again the voices repeating these ominous warnings of duplicity and betrayal. He could not trust anyone but himself. The rest were corrupted jict tracking by inferior races. Would see his decisions as a threat and not a single hope for the world.
The dragon exhaled a cloud of poisonous smoke when you produce such a betrayal by those who were once his comrades. While it had the power to save everything had to be careful - if you found out the truth too soon would come a real disaster.
Huge claws scraped the stone floor of the cave, while the scaly behemoth came to his hermitage. As it was a huge dragon, the circular cave made him look like a dwarf. In its center flowed a river of lava. The walls gleamed jict tracking gigantic crystal formations. Huge stalactites hung like deadly swords from the ceiling and stalagmites grow from the floor so sharp they looked like they were created with a sole purpose to be impaled on them.
Great black dragon stared, baring jict tracking teeth in the vile creature struggling to get rid of the stone thorn nailed wheezy chest. About his oddly shaped body hung pieces of torn blood-red robe and scrap ornate golden armor. Protruded from his head long horns like those of a goat, and scarlet face resembled an elongated skull with a wide, toothy maw. His eyes were a pit filled with darkness that tried to suck her captor in itself, but could not match the will of the Leviathan.
Except he was transfixed by stalagmites horned prisoner was locked and thick iron chains to the floor of the cave. Taut so as to adhere demon impaled on spikes, jict tracking chains stretched painful limbs spawn.
The dragon jict tracking yawned, then waved back paw and drowned his prisoner. Demonic spawn but still silently screaming threats and obscenities until finally the black behemoth not opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of searing steam from which the monster zatarchi in agony.
Neltharion crowned shook his head with a comb. He had expected more from this eredar. For uorlotsite was supposed to be one of the commanders of the Burning Legion - demons with skills not only in magic but in combat tactics. Dragon expected to lead much more intelligent conversation with such a creature, but he held captive more like one of Infernals brutal - the mindless freaks who acted as battering rams or deadly air missiles. This Infernals he'd handled before tackle eredara, have the intelligence of a rock.
But Neltharion was not sent flock hunting demons to sabesedva them. No, these prisoners served another purpose - a great purpose, which they, unfortunately, hardly ever going to appreciate.
The dragon lifted one huge paw, palm up and concentrate. Between his fingers immediately jict tracking appear golden glow that quickly became so bright that even captured demon interrupted her tirade, to see what makes the black leviathan.
The tiny disk was also gold, like aura preceded his appearance, but otherwise seemed embarrassingly simple. Could not fulfill even the hand of some smaller creature as a night elf. It looked like a large and impersonal golden coin smoothed edges - shiny and uncontaminated circle. This invisibility was deliberately sought by Neltharion. To be able to perform properly mascot task had to look quite innocent jict tracking and harmless.
Neltharion account thought this reaction. That the prisoner had not noticed the power of the disk, it pleased. So the others would not perceive the truth ... until it's too late. Obeying the silent order of the Guardian piece gold rose slightly above his paw, bear over palm for a moment, and then flew to the demon.
From the mouth of the dragon sounded words in a language that does not belong to this world. jict tracking Each was filled with evil, from which even the demon trembled. But in the ears of the Guardian of the Earth were the most beautiful sound he had ever heard - perfect musical notes ... the language jict tracking of the gods.
Uorlokat opened his mouth to the limits jict tracking of the possible in a soundless scream. From his horrified eyes dripped tears of blood and tail thrashed violently