Life at the bottom of the Black Stone Tower is boring. Every day, I watch the orcs of the Black Stone clan, or the Black Toothed Clan patrol, chat and laugh, or look at him curiously. The tourists in the zoo generally guess the difference between colorful dragons and black dragons, as if the dragon clan could not understand the orcs' speech at all.

Dahl didn't take this seriously. He sat on the edge of a cliff, facing the hot wind gushing out of the magma river below the cliff, and yawned from time to time, like a lazy lion on the grassland.

Since the two ogres died tragically in the cave where they lived, no other strange creatures wanted to break in and find fault. Even some ogres with a little IQ, especially those two-headed ogres, understood that it would be better not to provoke the young dragon sent in by the King of Black Stone. Therefore, the ogre leader Omok did not react at all and silently accepted the tragic deaths of the two subordinates.

What the ogres said is true. Some fat white worms do appear in the cracks in the walls of the young dragon's nest. They are all larvae of giant scorpions living in the Black Stone Tower. Dahl directly occupied them and transformed them into another stable source of food.

As for the two ogre corpses, they were thrown into the shadow pits that crawled out of the white worms and fed to the scorpions and insects.

Because he tore two pieces of meat from those two guys and tasted it, it felt too hot and a little sour. It was far worse than the scorpion larvae like chicken and corn after the flames spitting.

Dahl was at the bottom of the Black Stone Tower as Wim Salak ordered, guarding against those cavemen who wanted to sneak in and steal food and weapons at any time, or spiders who often caught orcs as food to fight.

But after a month, I feel that the work I do is a boring task that can be easily completed by three or four wolfs.

The only benefit of living here is that Wim Salak's men cherish themselves very much, so they send some good quality wild boar and giant scorpion meat to nourish themselves. In addition, flying up and down from time to time and hovering around the buildings in the cave can also help practice flying skills.

But after a long time, Dahl began to feel that his existence alone could shock many underground creatures, so he was too lazy to fly again. Every day he just moved his eyes to target the uninvited guests who sneaked in, and they would flee on their own.

That day, he was still like this, staring at the crack on the ground near the orc camp below.

He may be more interested in scorpions or salamanders that may emerge...that is a delicious food for young dragons.

Especially the venom of scorpion, the slightest slightest numbing lips and tongue, and the taste of creating a little visual blur when drinking is somewhat similar to the intake of alcohol.

"Dal Clomarus!"

A low roar came from the depths of the Black Stone Tower. Dahl raised his eyelids and neck, and the saliva in his mouth dripped on his arms because he had been lying for too long.

This is the voice of Commander Wim Salak. During this period, every time the commander needs someone to go to his nest to receive orders, he will shout like this. Whenever the King Omok who lives in the neighboring tower is summoned like this, he will scold him to express his fear of power slightly.

This kind of summons was not uncommon for Dahl, because he now cooperated with the Orc Patrol to be responsible for the defense of the lower part of the Black Stone Tower, so he often had to report the situation to the head here, namely Vim Salak himself.

Most of the time, there is no situation to report, but such summons seemed to be a pleasure for the Dragon Man Commander, and everyone who had tasks and work under him needed to constantly meet his spiritual needs.

After hearing the roar, Dahl relaxed, his tail swept across an orc's orcs' orcs' orcs, and his ragged axes and shields flew around. He stood up and raised his wings, dark yellow wing membranes and purple scales glowed red under the reflection of the rolling lava under the cliff.

He screamed in response, and several soldiers of the Dragon Throat clan standing guard not far away could not help but trembled and hid behind the door, the voice aroused the nightmare they had experienced in the Battle of Grimbato.

It is said that when Grimbatot was destroyed by the liberated Red Dragon Queen, all the young red dragons who were enslaved as mounts shouted and fought back, and the entire city instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Dahl jumped off the cliff and spread his wings completely. The rolling hot wind and smoke surrounded his body and turned a big circle between the ruins, and then headed towards the cliff of the palace where Commander Vim Salak lived.

The young dragon flew over the Black Stone Tribe Camp, led the eyes of the trolls and orcs into the deep crypt, and finally entered the door hole formed by two broken stone slabs pressing against each other. Vim Salak and his orc guards were right in front of him.

"Today, as usual, commander, no underground creatures entered our camp."

Dahl yelled, landing smoothly in front of Vim Salak, as fast and natural as a veteran pilot.

"Yesterday a goblin fell from above and fell into the lava, but it had nothing to do with us, nothing happened other than that."

"I understand." The Dragon Man Commander cleared his throat and whispered in a low voice: "Every time you come here, I can see your progress. It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of my feelings about the raising of colorful dragons on the top of the Black Stone Tower, you may be the most successful example of the master's cultivation."

"I used to be an ignorant humanoid creature. After my own efforts and disdain to strive for promotion, so I understand that it is difficult to climb up step by step in such a world."

Wim Salak walked to Dahl with his huge body, and then said in a rumble voice: "So I believe you have the abilities you need for me and my master."

Dahl looked up in confusion. What Wim Salak said this time was completely different from the clichés and habitual replies he said when he came here to report.

"Come."

Wim Salak recruited an orc warlock. After obeying the order, the warlock walked to the center of the Dragon Man and his guard gate and began to cast a shadow spell.

Dahl narrowed his eyes and looked at the gradually condensed shadow magic ball, and his mind was gone and he began to think of Saratas. Speaking of which, the mysterious dark man had not contacted him for a long time. During this leisurely day, he even forgot that he had such a bond.

Gradually, the black and purple patterns floating on the surface of the shadow ball gradually disappeared, and waves of images began to emerge on it, with green water and woods.

Dahl only felt a daze in front of him. He seemed to have not seen such a picture for tens of thousands of years. Living in the area of ​​Black Stone Mountain, what he saw was always black, red, earthy yellow, and smoke and dust of indescribable colors, all of which were chaos and disasters.

And this unnatural nature, which was so beautiful that it actually aroused a trace of love.

“Where is this place?”

Dahl asked as he looked at the magic beads like divination balls.

"The forest of Red Ridge Mountains." Wim Salak replied.
Chapter completed!