The shock from the dense forest interrupted the fierce and continuous battle. The young dragon and the mages, as well as the soldiers from Lakeside Town and Stormwind City, looked southeastwards, and a fireball rose slowly from the forest with black smoke. Fortunately, the humid air on the shore of Zhishui Lake surrounded the place, so the surrounding trees and grass did not immediately burn.

"Our camp..." A mage was shocked by the situation. He looked at his companion and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

However, his companions had not yet answered. Dahl had seized the opportunity to launch another attack. His wings pounced and let himself go into the air. Then he dived. Hundreds of kilograms of giant objects smashed down, making the mages who were still in a state of ignorance unable to avoid them. A mage was slapped in his chest by the dragon wings swept over and flew out on the stone and fell into a coma on the spot.

"The runes here are in danger, my colleagues!" Another mage in white robe shouted to cheer up his companions: "Kill this young dragon, at least we can eradicate a scourge for the kingdom. We must believe that the soldiers fighting on the other side will be able to deal with the cunning orcs!"

A younger mage responded helplessly: "There may be gnolls to help them...teacher!"

When Dahl heard the word "teacher", he turned around and stared at the white-robed mage. He knew that once he dealt with the guy who led the lead, the remaining two mages would definitely suffer a heavy blow!

"The ones who went to the east camp to intercept you... are the most powerful warriors and humans in the stone castle."

The young dragon said in a cold voice. His common words were inherited from the memories of his elders and the information Nefarian instilled in the brains of the colorful young dragons in the experiment, so he seemed to grit his teeth when he said it. Of course, this also has something to do with Dahl's complacent at this time.

He could not feel that he had been of the same species as this group of high-level monkeys with white skin, black or brown hair, walking upright. He was just a dragon, and now he wanted to completely erase these guys who were blocking the way...

"You can actually speak the common language," said the older white-robed wizard in surprise. "When we execute you and put your head in the library of Stormwind or Dalaran, we will write this sentence on your label - the winged beast with a strong accent in the common language."

"As for our camp, the mages from other places will go to support us, and the Magisters' Holy Land will never watch our efforts to stop the Second Gnoll War to be wiped out."

"You just need to die obediently, the evil dragon." He raised the long staff in his hand and pointed at Dahl and said, "I had expected you to be just a rare wild dragon wandering here. Now I'm sure you are also driven by the Black Hand Tribe like those fallen red dragons!"

Before he finished speaking, Dahl raised his chest and stood up half-up, and slapped his wings to lift up the dust. He spitted out a huge fireball at the mages in the blurry dust. The flames gathered with sand and gravel, allowing the mages to scatter and avoid them.

However, just as Dahl was about to take advantage of the chaos to defeat the mages one by one, he felt a sudden pain behind him. He twisted his neck and looked down. A long harpoon had already penetrated into his waist.

He subconsciously growled, stretched his head to bite the harpoon and tried to pull it out, but the barb had tightly hooked the skin and flesh. He only touched it gently to cause more severe pain.

The angry young dragon pulled the rope and dragged it. The two soldiers could not stand the force being dragged into the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated. Dahl glared at his back and pressed his front paws with half of his body. He stepped on one of the soldiers' helmets. The steel helmet was pressed into a cake on the spot, and blood and skulls splashed out and sprayed everywhere.

"Come on your life, evil dragon! You killed my brother!"

Another soldier got up, pulled out the dagger from his waist and rushed over, shouting and beating. The young dragon was about to swing his claws to knock him away, but he didn't expect his whole body to be entangled with the power of the arcane again...

"Uh!"

Dahl turned around and looked at the mages who had been reorganized. He felt that the situation was a little bad because his physical strength was approaching his limit.

"We regained control of him! Warriors, give him the last blow, and the victory is right in front of you!"

The white-robed mage's voice was hoarse, but he still shouted hard: "For the Kingdom! For the Wurien!"

"For the Kingdom!"

A soldier with half-broken armor rushed out of nowhere. He held a short sword in his hands and stomped on Dahl's hind legs and jumped into the air, preparing to add his weight and stab the sword into the heart of the young dragon's back.

These hunters who have been hunting in the Elvin Forest since childhood and dealing with wolves and wild bears know where the weakness of wild beasts is... Even if the one in front of them is a mythical creature, it should not be much different.

Dahl's red eyes were locked tightly on the soldier jumping in the air. His hatred and desire to survive were so strong... so that the purple scales on his body were slightly raised, making his whole body look a little bigger.

However, the subsequent development unexpectedly made him unexpected. The soldier stopped in mid-air, as if he was frozen there... No, it was more like he was pressed.

Dahl turned around and looked at the mages. Everything around him, including the sand and gravel that was trampled out by his tail and four feet, stopped moving. The expression on the white-robed mage's face frozen in the passionate preaching, and saliva flew everywhere.

Yes, even the spit stopped.

Dahl did not think carefully about the reason why all this happened. At this moment, he was the only thing that could move in the entire scene, but this situation could not last long. He had already used his after-light sight to see the particles in the air trembling slightly, moving faster and faster.

The young dragon gritted his teeth and mobilized his strength to shake his wings into the sky again. He turned around and looked at everything that was stagnant, and sprayed a fireball towards the rune stone protected by the mage without any restraint, and then rushed towards the stone fort, not even the explosion of the fireball did not dare to wait.

Regardless of whether his last blow or the raid on the other side of Sariel Zun succeeded, the action must be over and he almost lost his life!

In the distant north, on the snow-capped mountains thousands of kilometers away, a little girl suddenly raised her head and looked to the south.

In fact, she is not a child, but a dwarf, a docile race that is only half the height of normal humans.

Although the cold climate here made the girl and the high elf man around her covered with frost on her eyebrows and hair, the girl didn't wear much, only a golden robe and a white lining, as if the temperature could not bother her.

Obviously, both dwarfs and high elves are just disguises that these two powerful beings are easy to walk in the mortal world.

"Do you feel it, Andalerm? The disturbance of time flow, although not strong..."

"Um..." The high elf raised his head and looked in the direction the girl was looking at, feeling it for a while and said, "No, respected Kronom."

"I hope I'm too sensitive, keep moving forward. I hope this trip can find out what exactly is falling into the Northrend Snow Mountains."

Despite this, the girl stared at the south for a while. She believed in her perception ability. It was impossible for the south to have nothing to happen. As the bronze dragon clan who guarded time, she must be extremely careful about any fluctuations in the flow of time. When she returned this time, she must report this to the King of Time.
Chapter completed!