The female mage squatted on the ground and carefully observed the dark rune that limited the ability of the young dragon in front of her. The rune was engraved with extremely strong force and the handwriting was very deep. Of course, this is also the characteristic of all dwarf talismans.

"Don't think about opening the rune casually." Ankru shouted: "I'm afraid you haven't opened the rune yet. The guards outside have come in and tied you all up!"

"Relax, dwarf." Honglong sneered and said, "Your compatriots are sleeping soundly now. If I don't want them to wake up, then they can sleep until you die of old age, provided that the fat in these guys' stomachs can make them last for so long without eating."

After listening to it, Ankru patted his belly and it felt quite thick.

"Although I don't want to ask that," Dahl said: "Do you really can't unlock this rune?"

"The runes of the Black Iron Dwarf are not profound." The Red Dragon Mage once again tapped the edge of the talisman seal with his staff, which caused the runes to emit light again. She explained: "Maybe I can't compare to you in close combat, but for this knowledge, I believe I know more than my fellow tribes who are about the same age."

Dahl nodded, admitting that he had no knowledge of magic. Whether it was the shadow ability or the various breathing and dragon powers that a colorful dragon possessed, he was in a natural state of mastery, just like moving his fingers, shaking his wings and tail, there was no method or theory at all. Even if these abilities were enhanced, it was only the benefits of using more skill.

"Digital runes do not need to know how they were created." The Red Dragon Master muttered in a tone of reading, as if retelling some book or words taught to her by others: "The first step is to directly destroy..."

After saying that, she frowned and raised her long staff and smashed it hard on the rune!

Although the force of this blow was great, the crisp sound of knocking echoed throughout the colonnade, the runes did not move at all and did not change at all.

"That is a rune cast from black iron, not written on it." Ankru reminded from a distance: "It will not be easily broken like a stone rune cast from the Wild Hammer Dwarf."

"I already know this." The mage circled his elbow and said, "It's okay, I have many other ways."

"Can't you just use your breath to destroy these ropes?" Dahl asked anxiously: "Or use other magic to directly work on the chain."

"I haven't learned too many destructive spells." The mage admitted: "After all, as a dragon, I have mastered enough destructive abilities, and if I use dragon flames to burn these chains, the energy I use may cause harm to you."

"I don't know if the chains break first or you faint first."

Dahl sighed, the other party was talking about the facts, and the feeling of being burned by the red dragon fire on the top of the mountain is still unforgettable.

"You try to burn it, it's much better than if a dwarf rushed in and keep us locked up here."

The female mage frowned. She always felt that solving the problem with a breath was like denying that she had been studying in Dalaran for many years.

However, she slowly stepped back and took a deep breath. As the red robe on her body gradually twisted and shattered, turning into hard scales, the bones behind her gradually protruded, and some grew into huge bone spurs and gradually extended into wing shapes.

When the wizard's head was lifted up again, it had turned into a snake-like young dragon's head, with two long horns extending to the left and right directions, one of which almost touched the corridor column.

"What's your name?" Honglong asked.

"Dal." Dahl did not reveal the second half of the name that could reveal his identity.

"A strange name doesn't seem to be given by the dragon clan." The red dragon narrowed his eyes and said, "Isn't this name the name given to you by someone, right? Because you always call me dragons without recognition."

"It seems to be orc words."

"Dal... Orcs." said the Red Dragon: "It's not a good idea, evil, pain... You may have brought enough disaster to the orcs nearby, but it also proves that it is wise for me to come and save you."

Dahl was a little amused. If the Red Dragon knew that the name was homophonic with the Black Dragon Prince in the Orcs, it means that if he wanted to let him spread pain to all races other than Orcs, he would probably be angry to the sky.

"Why do you want to ask my name now?"

The red dragon took two steps back: "If you die under my fire, I want to know the name of the first life I killed."

After saying that, before Dahl could give any response, she suddenly spewed out a dragon fire with golden light, making the entire hall bright. Dahl saw at first that the hall was originally made of green stones, and then it was engulfed by the flames.

Although he was ready to bear the pain, he was still so painful that he almost lost consciousness in an instant by the corrosion that was like a heart-wrenching twitch. He could deeply feel the shadow energy in his body gradually disappearing. These shadows were like firewood, providing fuel for the blazing burning of the fire of life.

Slowly, he felt that he had begun to lose consciousness, and the things in front of him were gradually blurred. Then he heard whispers from the bottom of the Black Rock Mountain, reminding him not to give up... But he could no longer tell whether this was an illusion or a reality.

However, what he did not notice was that the chains and talismans were even more fragile than him under the burning of the red dragon fire. The shadow that provided them with energy was quickly burned away. The black iron cast talismans were twisted a little bit, and the text on them eventually deformed. When these chains lost their effectiveness, Dahl seemed to have suddenly possessed power, and his consciousness returned, and the burning of the flames was not so painful.

Dahl suddenly spread his wings and broke free from the chains, then ran around the colonnade, pressing the remaining flames on his body with the surrounding dust and dirt to stop him.

When he turned around and stared at the Red Dragon, the Red Dragon glared and his expression became extremely alert. For a moment, she regretted letting this guy go.

"Don't be impulsive," she reminded, "Even if you want revenge, wait for us to go out."

"I didn't want to fight you again," said Dahl. "Now you're going out, you can become a dwarf, so what about me?"

"You don't master the transformation technique?"

"Not everyone has a dragon sect and a dragon raised like you."

"Then..." The red dragon lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Come to me, I will use spells to transform you into a dwarf."

"What? Isn't the transfiguration only effective for people and beasts?" Dahl subconsciously hesitated.

"Where did you hear it?" The mage restored the human appearance in a flame, and then said, "Stop talking about dragons, a stone or a sword. Although Kenryto stipulates that the transformation technique cannot be performed on inanimate things, the existence of a ban means that countless guys have tried it, right?"

"But you have to take the initiative to accept my spell. I am not strong enough to forcibly transform a young dragon."

"How to accept it?" Dahl asked: "Will I give me two buttons at that time, choose to accept or refuse?"

"What are you talking about... This is not a machine." The mage said, and his hand had already begun to cast an arcane magic: "Accepting means accepting from the heart, you will understand."
Chapter completed!