After getting a dark skin pendant, Dahl headed straight for Black Rock Mountain.

He buried himself in the black clouds and felt extremely safe, so he kept thinking about the place where he could talk directly with Saratas, the ruins of the Dwarf City buried deep at the bottom of the Black Stone Tower.

As I thought about it, I actually ignored the approaching threat behind me!

A black shadow flew from a higher place until the light was blocked above his head.

Dahl turned his head and the shadow, which was wider than himself, rushed straight, stretching out his claws with solid scales and almost grabbed his back... He quickly turned over, used the dragon wing to push the clutch away, and tried hard to fly higher, wanting to see the other person's appearance through the sunlight.

It was a purple shadow, like myself, covered with a layer of dark green scales and a colorful young dragon.

"Dal Clomarus."

"Gath." Dahl responded: "You survived, too."

Gais flew not far away with his eyes and said, "You are not dead yet, I can't die in front of me."

Dahl didn't feel conscious in the sudden attack just now, and he thought it was a red dragon or something that discovered him.

"Why are you outside?" he asked.

"I want to take turns to protect the safety of the Black Stone Tower with those black dragons. This is the master's order."

Gas said as he slowed down his flight to a speed similar to Dahl.

After Dahl decided that Gais would not make a joke again or attack seriously, he slowly approached here and asked, "How is it?"

"What's the matter."

"Laboratory, ripening."

"I felt nothing and passed it." Gais responded casually: "I passed the experiment completely and smoothly, because I was undoubtedly the strongest of all participants, and this was what the master said to me personally."

"Unlike some participants, not only did they collapse and go crazy when the experiment was about to end, but they almost killed other partners who had not completed the experiment."

Dahl was silent for a while with guilt. He felt that Gasby had matured a lot before, whether it was the logic of his speech or the tone.

He did not think that he had changed his mind in his subjectively, probably because of his soul, the soul that did not belong to this world, had been transformed thoroughly in his previous life experiences, and gradually formed a complete set of understandings of everything.

However, Dahl could not be sure of his consistency, especially the events that happened on Red Ridge Mountain, which made him feel that Dahl Clomarus had pulled Wang Dong far away, and might have even bitten him to death.

Ah... The way he thought of in his mind to end his life was to "bite" to death, rather than strangle or stab him to death. It seems that he is really getting farther and farther away from others.

"I'm very envious." Gais next to him suddenly said: "You can leave Black Rock Mountain, look outside, and show our arrival to the whole world."

"Maybe in the near future, we will be the sixth colored dragon clan in this world..."

"You're thinking too far." Dahl shook his head: "And, he doesn't want to let the outside world know about our existence so quickly."

"Call the master." Guess reminded: "Otherwise I will doubt your loyalty to Black Wings."

"A young dragon who becomes an orc mount may not be qualified to correct me, Gath."

Dahl smiled sarcastically and said, "How are you getting along with the Chief?"

"Shut up, go back to the Black Rock Tower and do what you should do."

Gas exhaled angrily, and balls of black smoke spurted out from his throat. He flew and gradually deviated from Dahl's course and headed further north.

This guy once wanted to unite a group of demons to kill him, but Dahl never trusted him.

Even in this strange and hostile world, Gais seemed to be one of his own tribes and could not let himself ignore the evil deeds he had done, but this really relieved his desire to take revenge.

Not to mention in the arena on the upper floor of the Black Stone Tower, most of the other young dragons who had hurt themselves together were smashed by the paladin with a hammer, and the remaining few died in the dragon's nest in the past two years and lost the opportunity to grow into young dragons forever, which also made him feel like he was retribution for evil.

Thinking of these old things flying forward, the huge shadow of Black Rock Mountain has slowly emerged from the gray fog.

There were several black young dragons hovering near the black stone tower exposed on the mountain. They were gliding around the mountains leisurely, as if this world already belonged to the Black Winged Legion. They didn't care at all how many enemies there were outside who wanted to come in and kill them and completely exterminate this group.

When spending his youthful dragon period in the Black Stone Tower, Dahl once thought that this mountain, the tower was undoubtedly a solid fortress. After visiting Red Ridge Mountain, he felt that the Black Stone Tower was like an isolated iron cage, hanging from a dead branch that was about to be broken.

As long as someone notices it, it will collapse after just one breath.

When the orcs saw the colorful young dragons coming back, they blew horns one after another. The wandering black dragons looked here, their eyes full of suspicion, suspicion and contempt. But Dahl didn't care. He had known for a long time that even if he was recognized by Nefarian himself as a member of the Black Wing Legion, he would never become a Black Dragon.

As he flew past a terrace, he caught a glimpse of another colorful dragon tied outside the tower, with chains tightly tied to his wings and body. It seemed that not everyone except him had successfully passed the maturation process.

The colorful young dragon saw it flying by, raised its thin head and shouted its name: Dahl Clomarus, although he didn't know what he meant, Dahl still responded in dragon language to express his friendship.

Turning around the corner, entering the outer entrance of the lower floor of the Black Stone Tower, the dragon people on both sides raised their weapons to pay tribute to the true dragon. Dahl passed over the patrol of the dragon soldiers and orcs, entered the building complex in the wide cave, and went straight to the palace of Vim Salak at the bottom... This day's journey felt like it had traveled through two worlds.

Wim Salaq was sitting under the throne and sniffing, like a pile of armor rising and falling.

Dahl remembered the story Morgans and Garcelzog about the ring that Vim Salak held - the Dragon King Emblem.

"Dal." At this time, the dragon man suddenly hummed twice and said, "I'm not dreaming, why are you back?"

"I brought news about Red Ridge Mountain, the commander, about Garcelzog and the gnolls."

Dahl swallowed, making sure that the dark skin pendant was buried deep in his stomach, hoping that the slightest bit of shadow energy revealed by the pendant would be obscured by the shadow power in his entire body, so as not to be noticed by Vim Salak.
Chapter completed!