The lower half of the Black Stone Tower is a building complex built by dwarves in a wide volcanic cave, connected by suspension bridges and stone paths.

Not only orcs are there, but also some of the Amani trolls who have allied with the tribe since the orc war, and the ogre mercenaries who followed Red from the outside world, who was the father of the Great Chief who invaded Azeroth by the black hands. After the war failed, they were left here.

Ogres are savage and stupid creatures, their bloated body, their rough skin is covered with ancient totems and runes, and they are taller than the Tauren.

This warlike race was once the vanguard army of the tribe when attacked Stormwind City, but because of its sparse number and excessive loss, it has now been scattered in various places in Azeroth to fight.

The ogres who followed Red were entrenched in a ruin in the middle of the Black Rock Tower, led by a warlord named Omok. Omok's size was a bit too much for the ogre.

This is not surprising. Most ogre clans rely on competition to determine their chief status.

He was sitting on a stone mount on the top of the ruins, watching the dragon people moving forward in the narrow passage below. Behind the dragon people, there was a young dragon led by chains.

Omok stared at him and stayed under the Black Stone Tower until he was about to get moldy, he hadn't seen a thing like a young dragon for a long time.

Captain Salles and his guards led Dahl to move forward among these ogres. The ogres were much taller, but none of them dared to underestimate the Dragon Man.

It was not that they were afraid of the Dead Claw Clan, but their boss, Vim Salak, the Dragon Man Lord who lived in the ruins of the palace on the northernmost side of the bottom of the Black Stone Tower. Since he came to the tribal camp, several ogres have been brutally tortured and killed just because of a small mistake.

Red Black Hand was also unhappy with Wim Salak's arrogance, but he would not anger the most highly valued Dragon Man General under the King of Black Stone for the lives of several ogres.

After Omok realized that no one was backing him, he no longer dared to disrespect the dragons of the Dead Claw Clan that entered the Ogre territory. Since then, the tribal legions at the bottom of the Black Stone Tower have been almost completely controlled by Vim Salak, so all matters have to be handled by him, even tribal affairs are no exception.

So much so that the Orcs' expedition to Red Ridge Mountain was also commanded by him rather than Red himself.

The dragon man and the young dragon left Omok's sight and walked through the ruins of the ogre rule into a larger orc barrack, where Vim Salak was inspecting the barracks.

Among these orcs, many wanted to kneel down in front of Vim Salak, begging him to be willing to the King of Black Stone, so that they could be "promoted" to join the Dead Claw Clan and become powerful dragon people.

At first these requests were made secretly to avoid angering Chief Red. But since Vim Salak controlled the place, everything has been half public.

Just now, there are still several troll shamans and orc warlocks following behind the Dragon Man Commander and saying something with a smile, but the Commander is too lazy to pay attention to them.

Wim Salak is a very tall dragon man, much taller than Sales. He is covered with exaggerated heavy armor pieces and metal spikes, and scratches and cracks on it, protecting the dragon skin that is hard enough.

The dark red helmet almost covered the entire head, leaving only a little gap in and out of gas, and the two eyes showed a little yellow color between the nail plates, as if they could see clearly without any light.

When he noticed Salles here and the young dragon following behind him, Vim Salak turned around and walked towards him, and the armor on his body made a crackling sound, which was very noisy.

"Sir Wim Salak." Sales looked up proudly, Wim Salak lowered his head, and the two dragon men's helmets collided gently, as if they had completed some kind of military salute.

"Captain, is there any further orders from the master?"

"No more, sir." Salles responded: "You also know that the master rarely issued any orders directly recently."

"That's the case." Wim Salak coughed twice, dusty smoke came out from the gap in his mouth. He looked down at the young dragon lying on the ground and said, "Dal Clomarus, we meet again, but you certainly don't remember. When you were lost in my territory, it was my subordinate who saved your life."

"Ms. Dhakareshiya told me," said Dahl. "And I know you have registered me for the qualification to enter the arena."

"According to the instructions of the master, that is my duty." Wim Salak put his thick giant scaled hand on the back of the young dragon and said, "You once belonged to the top, so I didn't have the chance to talk to you. My army hasn't gone deep into the nest of the Smoke Net Spider in a long time. I hope you can repeat the details inside according to your memory."

"It will be very helpful for me to find the spider mother and completely clear the threat from the bottom of the Black Stone Tower."

"I didn't see the spider mother with my own eyes." Dahl tried to take a step back, letting the dragon commander's pliers' palms go, and said, "I just saw a disabled lair guard who pulled his head off."

"So that's the case." Wim Salak sighed, looked at the orcs around him, and said, "I thought you had experienced some legendary adventures inside."

"Okay, but you can also stay here to help me next to eradicate the threats of cavemen and spiders. The lower level needs a baby dragon."

After saying that, Vim Salak waved his head, cleared the dust accumulated in the cracks of the helmet, and prepared to walk deep into the barracks. Sales and Dahl stood in place, as if there was something that hadn't been finished yet.

Of course, they were all looking forward to the order they had already predicted - the war on Red Ridge Mountain.

"What are you still doing here?" The Dragon Man Commander noticed the abnormality between the two people. He pointed to a orc labourer sitting and drinking water next to him, and said, "There is a dragon nest under the black that allows colorful dragons to live in. Take Dahl there and take a look."

"That was a young dragon who died in the dwarf's attack before. Since the young dragon, I have never had another one to help me fight."

"I heard that the battle at Chiji Mountain was not going well, commander-in-chief." Dahl almost blurted out. He didn't know why he was so urgent to take out the matter about Chiji Mountain, but he soon understood.

The young dragon wanted to leave the Black Stone Tower, the Black Stone Mountain, and the charred plain. What he felt here was full of pain and boredom. The torture he suffered here was almost making him crazy. At this moment, even if there was a little chance of getting out, he didn't want to let it go.

When he was hung outside the wall of the Black Stone Tower, he felt that he was about to have hallucinations. Once he even saw a VW car driving by a dwarf at the foot of the mountain. It felt like he was staring at the road in a wild mountain beside the expressway.

From that time on, Dahl knew that he should pay more attention to his mental health.

"You are right, it's really not going well, and this is one of my current pressures."

Wim Salak turned around, even if the heavy helmet on his head covered all his expression, even if his lizard head had little expression at all, Captain Salles and Dahl also noticed the other's playful attitude.

"You want to go to the battle? Master Nefarian does have the idea of ​​letting the colorful dragon participate in the Red Ridge War, but he doesn't want to expose you to the Alliance too early. Not to mention that the Black Stone Tower is currently short of manpower and enemies are everywhere."

"Personally, although the dwarves in Dark Furnace City are a big threat, they have a variety of tricks to deal with dragons, which is not suitable for you to fight against the Black Iron Emperor's army. Therefore, Red Ridge Mountain is a good place, and most stupid humans do not believe in the existence of dragons at all, so it is relatively easier to deal with."

"You are a smart little devil, and now I understand the master's concern for you more."

Wim Salak smiled twice and turned around and walked into the door hole. He took his spiky long tail until he left for a long time before he slid out of the crack of the door.

"It seems that I have no idea what the master is." Sales whispered as the iron gate leading to the commander's residence gradually closed.
Chapter completed!