"Bang!"

The door to the room was violently pushed open, and the door slammed against the wall with a dull crashing sound. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This woke Dick, who was still asleep, and the paladin rubbed his eyes, opened the quilt, and saw the black dragon prince with a gloomy face sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.

"Ah, Mr. Nefarian, is there anything you can't talk about tomorrow?"

Dick sat up from the bed in disgust, grabbed the pipe beside the bed, put it to his mouth, and muttered a spell, and the mellow smoke rose throughout the room.

In the smoke shrouded in smoke, Dick's face was blurred, and his expression could not be seen clearly

The black dragon prince was not angry at Dick's rudeness, his two yellow snake pupils stared at Dick's body and eyes tightly, as if looking for something, after more than ten seconds, he gave up this useless strategy, and said straight to the point,

"Tonight, a mob attacked my palace! My lab was in a mess, my faithful servants were slaughtered, and I was furious! It's true... Very angry!"

Nefarian's voice clearly contained some kind of magic, and when the voice entered Dick's ears, his memory began to roll rapidly, but with Anvina's coquettish shout, Dick's chaotic gaze immediately stopped abruptly, and he took a step back vigilantly, grabbed the cane beside the bed, and blocked it in front of him.

"What are you doing, Mr. Nefaryan, this doesn't look like a gentleman's doing!"

Nefarian ignored Dick's vigilance, and he stretched out a finger, and in the glow of black light, the finger quickly turned into a hideous, long-nailed dragon claw, and the black light that emerged from the top of the dragon's claw was like a black line, sliding back and forth on Dick's cane in front of him.

Just five seconds later, the cane in Dick's hand turned into a pile of sawdust.

"Hehe, maybe my friendliness has made you mistaken!"

The Black Dragon Prince's body leaned forward, and he withdrew his claws, like a male wolf ready to hunt, his eyes full of cruelty,

"I've never been a gentleman! I'm the King of Blackstone! no one can live freely after doing something I don't like..."

This voice with real killing intent was like a cold blade, sticking to Dick's neck, but the paladin was no longer the rookie who had never seen the world before, no matter how strong Nefarian's killing intent was, could it be compared to the two oncoming death fingers?

He smiled and replied in a more sarcastic voice,

"When are you going to kill your father, the great Lord of Blackstone, I hear he has done a lot of things that displease you!"

“…”

Nefarian felt that he could no longer say the next imposing words, he snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves, and said coldly,

"I'm telling you to move, Mr. Dick, the Twilight Prophet's messenger is already on his way, and I hope you'll be in a good mood when you get there!"

The Black Dragon Prince bared his teeth with a malicious smile on his face, "Oh, allow me to reveal a little secret of the big man, that prophet doesn't like a flamboyant guy like you, so I can only wish you good luck, friend!"

Dick's face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, he had long known that there would be such a day, but just like a death row prisoner on death row, no one wanted this day to come, and at this moment, from the face of the black dragon prince full of malice, Dick also knew why this guy gave himself such a good treatment!

All his humility, all his courtesy was a disguise! He made Dick feel comfortable, he felt free, he gave him the illusion that he could escape, he gave him hope!

And then, when everything is ready, take everything he has given and take it away with your own hands!

This damn guy, he just wanted to see that look of despair on Dick's face!

But alas, he didn't see the despair! All he saw was Dick's cold face.

And just as the two men were silently confronting each other, a dragonman hurriedly ran over, bowed down and said something to Nefarian, and then Dick saw that the face of the black dragon prince quickly became rosy again, as if he had heard some good news.

The look on that face, that kind of smile that looked like a guinea pig, made Dick realize that something bad was going on, maybe it was happening!

Nefarian rubbed his hands with great interest, and then whispered something to the dragonman who gave the order, and the dragonman took the order, and Nefarian also squinted his eyes and glanced at Dick, and in an instant, that personable temperament returned to him.

"The day after tomorrow, the messenger of the Twilight Prophet will be here, so this will be our last day together, and I have decided to throw a banquet for you!

The black dragon prince opened the door, and even reminded intimately,

"Go to bed early, Mr. Dick, I promise that tomorrow's banquet will be something you will never forget!"

Nefarian left, but Dick was completely sleepless, and whatever the reason for Nefarian's sudden change of attitude would definitely not be a good thing for Dick!

The Red Dragons' support doesn't know when it will come, and in this cold building, Dick is truly alone, and he can only rely on himself!

He couldn't help but touch the backpack on his waist, thank God, the pride of the Black Dragon Prince made him still not take Dick's backpack, the book of "Holy Light Doctrine" and the red spar mixed with the essence of the red dragon, that was probably his last hope!

"High Lord..."

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Most of the time, time seems to be indisputable, so peaceful, so harmless to humans and animals.

But while waiting for bad luck to strike, time is so cold, you know that something bad will happen, but you can't change the trajectory of these things.

They are still destined to happen!

Dick, who had changed so many things, was not the first time he had felt this kind of coldness, but it was definitely the hardest for him.

The "Doctrine of the Holy Light" in his hand was almost torn, and the sentence under Fa'o's crown on the title page, "The Holy Light is all around us!" Dick had read it countless times, but even Dick, who had always been in a good state of mind, was numb for the first time in his life when faced with this almost inexplicable situation.

Even at the moment when he faced Akmund, he was not as full of distractions as he was now, and even had a trace of fear of something that was about to happen in the future.

Until the black dragon in human form, the pure-blooded black dragon Filmore who guarded the dragon wing hall, walked into Dick's room with a gloomy face, and invited him to the "dinner party", Dick's mood was still very bad, he put on the black dress specially sent by the black dragon prince, took his own cane, and followed Filmer out of the room.

But it wasn't until he had walked forward for nearly 10 minutes that Dick came back to his senses from his chaotic thoughts, and he looked left and right, and immediately realized that the two of them had walked out of the Blackwing's lair and were walking in the blackstone tower connected to the Blackwing's nest!

The surrounding blackstone orcs saw Filmer appear, all of them were very well-behaved and stood on the side of the road, and all the orcs looked at Dick with very complicated emotions, that was fear, that was obedience, and hatred!

Unconcealable hatred!

Considering the style of the black dragons, Dick is not at all surprised by this hatred, since Deathwing's fall in the Battle of the Dragons, because of the bloodline, the black dragons who were infected with "chaos" quickly degenerated from noble creatures into a group of crazy monsters, and everywhere they went, often in the case of thousands of miles of red land.

However, thanks to the hostility and expulsion of the other dragons, the black dragon's life is actually not very easy at the moment.

This is in the Burning Plains where no one cares, they can be powerful, if the black dragon really controls the Storm Kingdom, once the matter is revealed, the other four-colored dragons will not let them go away like this, after all, the guardians left by the Titans will not jump out to interfere with the world unless they encounter a major event.

Nor will they allow their own fallen kind to interfere with the world they guard!

Dick didn't care at all about what happened to the Blackstone Orcs, there was only one thing on his mind right now!

The Black Stone Tower, where the Black Stone Orcs live, also has an arena, but it is far inferior to the Colosseum of the Black Iron Dwarves in terms of popularity and area, but right now, looking at the direction led by Filmore, the paladin's arms began to tremble.

A speculation that made him unable to contain his anger take shape in Dick's mind.

I hope it doesn't...

It wasn't until he actually came to Nefarian, who was sitting at the top of the arena in high spirits, that he saw the tall dark-skinned orcs in armor and holding blood-red swords standing next to the King of Blackstone, and he looked at the empty arena again.

Dick's fist clenched.

"Ah, my dear knight friend, you're here at last! I've been waiting for you and Red for a long time! Come, sit down, Red has lost more than 240 elite veterans and a dozen loyal servants to prepare this "parting banquet" for you, but it's worth it!"

Nefarian was in high spirits, he was dressed in a black robe, with gloves, and a black velvet ribbon around his body, his long hair draped casually over his shoulders, and his well-groomed eyebrows raised, and he waved his staff and waved his hand at Chief Blackstone,

"Alright, Red, let the other guests in! don't keep our guests waiting too long!"

"Feast, let's begin!"

Finally, the King of Blackstone stood up from his throne and spread his hands like a truly proud king, and with Nefarian's high-pitched voice, the iron railing of the arena was pulled up, and a tall warrior with a heavy shield stepped into the arena with the first step.

Then there was a blonde female mage in a white robe, a blue hood, and a strange staff, and a High Elf in silver armor and a green one-handed sword shining with holy light, a druid with a black cat and a scythe staff on his back, and a young Night Elf in green leather armor with one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The last one is a green ** energy scythe with his whole body shrouded in a black robe and a skull carving, this is a warlock, and he is also the best state of the six, but the level is like this, and it can be seen from his slightly trembling hands that this guy is also very tired.

The scars and blood on their bodies, as well as the exhaustion that could not be concealed, showed that they had been fighting for a long time, and when they saw the scene around this arena, the six men could not help but raise their weapons in their hands.

They don't yet know what they're up against.

At this moment, Dick's hand tightened suddenly!