Dahl flew out of the Black Stone Tower for the first time since his birth.

The dragon guards stood on the stone platform extending out of the cliff, watching the colorful young dragon fly to the southeast and gradually become smaller and then submerged in the flames, fearing that he will never return.

The goblin technicians also looked out through the diamond-shaped iron window chiseled out by the dwarf. This was their result, a healthy and colorful dragon that could fly, which meant that these technicians were more capable than their predecessors, those technicians employed by Deathwing...

On the rooftop, Neferios sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the disappeared winged shadow, with not much joy on his face.

This is understandable. After so much energy and energy, the final product was not as powerful as imagined.

Healthy? Looks good.

Having the power of the five-colored dragon? In addition to the abilities of the red dragon and the bronze dragon, Dahl Clomarus has shown a lot of power, and Neferios also knew in his heart that sooner or later, Dahl would understand other things.

But Dahl also needs to prove that he has more abilities, otherwise he will be another ordinary young dragon.

The King of Black Stone doesn't want to compare his combat power to the black young dragon circling in the Black Stone Tower.

Starting from his father, the expectation of colorful dragons is the level of world-destroying weapons. If other nemesis guarding the dragon is just creating another ordinary dragon... there is no need to be such a trouble.

In his eyes, Black Rock Mountain had turned into a black mound, and Dahl had never flew so high.

At first, the impatient situation turned into a little fear of height, but this fear then became an addiction, the higher the more exciting and refreshing it was.

He swelled his wings upwards, spiraled and swung away the dust-rolled clouds, but the higher the clouds, the thicker the clouds, and he never rushed to see the clear sky.

Gradually he became tired, and the young dragon felt that the black sky here was not entirely caused by natural phenomena, and the power of magic and elements were also mixed.

Thunder and lightning above his head rolled among the clouds like a giant whale in the Black Sea. It was a manifestation of the concentrated release of energy driven by the power of the elements in another world. The shock made Dahl dare not continue to move upwards, and had to maintain his current height.

Red Ridge Mountain is located south of Blackstone Tower. To avoid human sentinels, Dar needs to try to go east as soon as possible. Most of the areas in the east are under the control of Blackstone Orcs, or they are either a sea of ​​fire that is not suitable for any living creatures to survive, so moving there is the safest.

However, when the young dragon rushed into the black cloud, he realized that things were not that simple.

He almost lost his sense of direction here. He was flying and confused whether he was heading towards the sky or the ground. The peaks that emerged from the clouds from time to time would scare him. He originally thought that Black Stone Mountain was the highest peak. Although this was true, the other peaks were not much shorter.

Fortunately, flying south along the mountain can be considered as a guide to the direction. Hidestone Mountain was once part of Chiji Mountain hundreds of years ago. The big explosion that broke out from the bottom of Blackstone Mountain destroyed all this, and eventually divided the entire Chiji Mountain area into two completely different areas.

But this also means that as long as you move south along this mountain range, you will sooner or later enter the place that has not been swallowed by flames.

After rushing through several gusts of wind and dust in succession, the sky finally gradually brightened.

The thick black clouds gradually dissipated, the air became fresher, and the temperature dropped slightly, and Dahl began to see the rocks and trees far away - yes, there were already plants here, and there were almost no living plants in the Black Rock Mountain and the large black plains and canyons around. Even if there were, they were still left hundreds of years ago, and now they had turned into black charcoal.

Although most of the trees were a little yellow, they were at least alive. Dahl couldn't help but fly towards the woods, but soon he thought about what Vim Salak had told him, and tried to avoid flying high places and not let humans or dwarves traveling in these places find their way.

So he raised up and crossed a peak. A high cliff was looming beyond a large area of ​​primeval forest in the distance, surrounded by a castle surrounded by gray mist and a tower.

Before he knew it, Dahl had already flew into this green forest surrounded by earthy yellow mountains. He took a strong breath of the smell of elm and pine trees blowing from the wind. The long-lost natural aura did not make him feel in a good mood. Instead, he raised a stronger warning because this is a suitable place for humans to survive.

After slightly brushing the top of a tree, he slid his wings and raised it again, rushed to the sky, and headed towards the group of flying geese. As long as it was high enough, no one would take the occasional black spots in the sky seriously.

As the cut-out woodland gradually disappeared behind the tail, a logging field appeared in sight, nestled among several bare woodlands.

The roof and the pile of tied logs were covered with animal skin flags, and the totems of the sun and the mountain peaks were painted with black blood. It was the flag of the Black Stone clan, and it could be seen everywhere in the Black Stone Tower.

A group of brown-skinned orc laborers were walking into the pile of logs in groups, carrying huge logs. Dahl swooped down and landed directly on the top of the logging field, and the wooden building made a squeaking noise.

The hardworking workers were frightened by this and accidentally dropped the logs and fell to the ground. The logs rolled out and smashed them into pieces of tools and equipment. The soldiers in the distance attracted attention.

"Why is there a red dragon?!" An orc asked in surprise: "It actually appeared in Red Ridge Mountain!"

"I come here on the orders of Commander Vim Salak, Orc, I want to see your chief, Garcelzog."

"Reinforcement from the Black Stone Tower?" The guard of the logging field inserted a half-handed sword from his hand that he had gotten from somewhere back into the scabbard at his waist, raised his head and cracked his mouth and said with a smile: "I thought the chief would not reinforce us anymore. We are preparing to fight against those humans here to the death."

"Why?"

"The road from the north to the Red Ridge Mountain and the Black Stone Tower has been taken back by the Black Iron Dwarfs." The orc explained: "I also bet with that guy Baruke, saying that Lord Nefarios must have a way. This is not, a red dragon has come!"

"I'm not a red dragon." Dahl looked at the top of a pointed tower that appeared on the cliff in the distance, asking: "Is it a stone fort there?"

"It's not the Red Dragon...that's..."

The orc hesitated for a while, but replied: "Yes, that's the stone fortress. It was originally a fortress of humans, but now it belongs to us."

Flashes of warm wind blew from the west, and the dragon clan's keen senses made Dahl feel some noisy conversation and a faint stimulation of magic power. This is the breath of human society, not far from the west.

"Is Hupan Town to the west?" he asked.

"Yes." The orc responded: "Lt. Sariel Zun is taking a group of elites there to guard another logging field."

Dahl shook his whole body and threw away the dust and volcanic ash brought from the burning plains in the north, then sighed and asked, "Do you know what happened to Grimbatot?"

"Grimbato?"

Dahl growled, "Grimbato has been captured by the red dragon. If you encounter any dragons that are not black in the future, you will catch them... instead of exposing all the information here in one go, just like now! Idiot!"

"Then...what are you?" asked the orc hesitantly.

The young dragon jumped off the roof and knocked the soldiers to the ground with a palm. The orc shouted, as if somewhere was broken.

"It's a good question, but you won't be able to touch a dragon like me in a short time."

The orc grabbed the dragon claws that were pressing himself into the soil pit on the ground, and encouraged him to support his eyes and see the black seal on the dragon claws. While spitting out sand and gravel from his mouth, he hummed: "I understand! Give me aside!"

Dahl looked at this surprisingly stupid guard and had to start wondering how long Onyxia could hide her identity in Stormwind City. If a human captured a group of orcs who had been in the Black Stone Tower and had a very clear understanding of the situation of the Black Dragon, there would be a risk of exposure if he was seriously interrogated.

No wonder Nefarian was worried about the advance of mankind. Perhaps the nobles of the Storm Kingdom had already noticed that there were more than the red dragons that cooperated with the orcs.

Fortunately, not many humans can learn orcs at present, and no orcs are willing to learn common terms between human kingdoms, so the situation seems to be able to maintain it.

"If you know, go and notify your supervisor soon. I will go to him by myself soon."
Chapter completed!