The iron gate was closed again, and another team of young dragons in the nest had arrived on the field.

The mage standing in the center of the field was wearing a shabby prison suit, his thin yellow face showed the depression caused by malnutrition, and his loose blonde hair was tied into strands and knotted, looking extremely depressed.

His face was covered with new and old wounds, but he still looked arrogant, his light blue pupils narrowed slightly, as if he didn't take the black dragon and the orcs present at all.

He is a powerful mage, and the introduction of the King of Black Stone is not all intentional boastful.

"Being killed by a dragon is indeed an ironic ending."

Losil Yanbian gently chanted in the dragon language. His dragon language was very pleasant. His hissing sound without deliberately imitating the dragon's pronunciation had cut off the roughness and rudeness, as if he had the heavy feeling of a tower scholar.

"I'm waiting for you beasts to give the order, don't waste time. Being in such a dirty nest makes me sadder than death."

He looked up at Red Black Hand, and it made the other party feel a little confused about whether he should speak.

Red hesitated for a while, and finally put down the blade in his hand, and the battle officially began!

The mage did not hesitate at all. He raised his hands and roared a spell. As waves of arcane arrays that seemed to have been carefully written spread out from his feet, and then were painted with light white frost, the temperature in the entire arena dropped sharply.

Then, when the young dragons just realized that they wanted to rush up to interrupt his spell cast, layers of frost and ice instantly ejected out to sweep the whole scene to form a spectacular ice storm. Even the orcs standing at high places had to raise their arms to cover it.

Wang Dong had never seen such a magic, which was made of great destructive power out of thin air with the power of arcane.

Broken ice was so real that it was scratching his cheek through the gap in the prison door that the dragon's breath was simply rude and savage.

Losil's eyes burned with cold blue smoke, and then gradually turned white. He laughed and waved his hand. Waves of ice storms hit the enemies in front of him and the objects around him layer by layer, slapped on the walls and iron doors. All the objects gradually became harder and frost hung.

For the High Elves, magic seems not to be a consumption, but a pleasure, an addiction, and destruction and destruction can bring happiness.

"We are also facing such an enemy?" The young dragon, who was in the same nest as Wang Dong, asked in surprise: "We are not opponents of such a powerful mage..."

"Don't say these depressing words!" another young dragon growled.

After the frost blew and dissipated, the Black Stone King's expression was a little serious, and there was no ice near his throne, but he had already felt the power of the other party's magic.

The situation on the field was not optimistic. Two young dragons were frozen and fell to the ground. One of them had broken wings with stiff frozen wings. Seeing this, Neferios held his forehead with his right hand and his left hand kept hitting the handrail of the Black Stone Tower, feeling that he could hardly see it anymore.

Fortunately, not all the young dragons were controlled. The two young dragons rushed past the Frost Nova and rushed towards the mage. One of them spit out a dark green poisonous mist from his mouth to cover the mage. At this moment, all the audience on the scene cheered.

"Did you see it? That's the Green Dragon's ability!" Victor couldn't control his emotions and stood up, and couldn't wait to say to his sister: "Did you see it? Only those weak descendants of Isera can master it, so I can also let my future legions master it!"

Onyxia did not answer. She kept her previous smile as always and watched the battle on the field. At this time, the high elf had blown away the poisonous mist with a burst of flame.

Several young dragons succeeded in besieging the mage from behind. The mage was bleeding from the enemy on both sides, but soon used magic to control the situation again.

However, the colorful dragon is more resistant to all kinds of magic than the elves. In fact, since the first time he used the Frost Nova to control his enemies, he had an estimate that most of these newly born little monsters could even resist their magic, and perhaps he had lost from the beginning.

The continuous protracted battle made the mage, who was already extremely tired, exhausted. After several attempts to attack multiple targets, he could no longer activate powerful magic, and his spirit's power was exhausted.

At the end of the battle, Losil used his last bit of energy to enchant a layer of arcane power for a wooden stick in his hand, and fought with the young dragons directly, and knocked a poor guy out of touch with one stick, but this was just the final struggle.

He was just careless and was bitten open by the besieged young dragon.

"Did you see it?" The young dragon who scolded his companion just now said angrily: "We can win!"

In this way, when only two young dragons were seriously injured, the remaining young dragons won.

This result was obviously acceptable for Nefarios. He smiled awkwardly and said to Red and Onyxia beside him: "They do not have enough combat experience, and this mage is the tough guy who dares to break into Black Rock Mountain. It is normal for my children to be injured... Colorful Dragon has very powerful abilities, but it is definitely not invincible."

"I understand, brother."

Onyxia picked up her hands, with a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Obviously, she was not satisfied.

The second battle was captured by a large group of young dragons against two black iron dwarves. One of the two dwarves held two axes and the other held a long-handled mace hammer. Two gyros rushed back and forth in the arena. At the beginning, the lives of four or five young dragons were killed.

In the end, the two of them were only bitten to death, and the other was bitten and fell to the ground and could not move. They kept cursing at all the creatures on the field, and the surviving young dragon did not dare to go forward and continue fighting.

Neferios was furious and didn't care about his face. He directly scolded the dragon man in charge of the group of young dragons in the arena, and claimed that he wanted to feed her to his pet.

Every member of the Black Winged Dragon clan knows what the hell is that "pet".

Standing in the audience, Dakareshia heard the Black Stone clamoring at her colleagues and couldn't help but feel cold from the back of her neck. Nefarios had only one pet.

When the colorful dragon experiment reached the bottleneck stage, the crazy Nefarios was eager to achieve success and used the energy of several adult dragons and young dragon corpses to inject into a lava giant dog captured from the bottom of the Black Rock Mountain.

So, Clomagus was born, a stout and tall wingless two-headed dragon demon.

When the monster opened its eyes for the first time, it was said that it could hear its howl in pain throughout Black Rock Mountain. If it was sent to the monster's cell, the result would definitely be not very optimistic.

At this time, the corpses of the dwarfs and young dragons on the field were swept away by the orcs, leaving only a pile of blood. The next battle was about to begin soon.

Wang Dong had two experiences of thinking that he was going to be released and then stopped. Now there is only one group left, and it will definitely be his turn next.

The performance of the elf mage and the two dwarf warriors was beyond his expectations. These people were very warlike ruthless characters. His heart was already in his throat. I hope his fate would be better than the young dragon that fell to the ground and was picked up one by one.

"alright."

Victor Nefarios came to his senses from his anger just now. He glanced at all the audience on the field. Everyone dared not look him in the eyes. Everyone was afraid of being unlucky to become the target of the King of Black Stone to vent their anger.

"Now is the last game, and I have a good opponent waiting to play." He laughed mockingly and said, "Jorad Hall from the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the north! Warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hands!"
Chapter completed!