Along the path where the crimson magma flowed, Zhang Chengshen continued to move forward with one shallow foot.

The continuous high temperature environment had already made his brain a little unconscious, and he couldn't remember that it was the first day he had entered the Burning Plains, and even if he used the frost spell to constantly cool his body, it still couldn't relieve the physical and psychological fatigue.

As a modern urban resident with well-developed public transportation, it was the first time that he experienced how difficult and painful it was to travel.

Fortunately, disguised as an orc warlock, he saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Although they are occasionally attacked by fire and lava elements, the blackstone orcs stationed in the improvised fortress, as well as the black young dragons, young dragons, and dragonmen wandering in the hilly area, will no longer take the initiative to attack, and occasionally the orcs will take the initiative to greet them.

However, he didn't understand the orc language at all, so he didn't dare to make too much contact with the other party, so he could only pretend to be cold and nod, and then left without saying a word.

Undoubtedly, this practice, while somewhat avoiding being debunked by identity, also cut off the shortcut to the upper floors of the Blackstone Tower.

Just when Zhang Cheng began to wonder if the little physical strength he had left could support him to walk to the Black Stone Tower, a huge black shadow suddenly swept overhead, followed by a violent wind.

Before his sluggish brain could react to what had happened, a young black dragon that stretched more than six meters long descended from the sky, blocking the only way to it.

"Humble human!

"Master?" Zhang Cheng instantly realized that his identity was exposed, and a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, don't try to resist or run away, I promise you'll be killed by me and my brothers and sisters before your ridiculous spell works. With that, the young dragon opened its mouth and let out a loud roar.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black dragons ranging from five to seven meters flew over from all directions one after another.

They hovered overhead, and a few even spewed dragon breath mixed with shadow and fire damage.

Obviously, these young dragons are no longer simple black dragons, but a special breed that has been transformed by Nefarian, the prince of the black dragons, and this dual-attribute dragon breath also has a resounding name, called Shadow Flame......

According to the gossip that came out of nowhere, only the armor made of the scales of an adult black dragon could withstand the attack of the Shadow Flame, otherwise once ordinary people were exposed to the Shadow Flame, they would be devoured on the spot, and there would not be even any bones left.

Zhang Cheng didn't want to test the power of the Shadow Flame at all, so he very wisely did not choose to resist, but took the initiative to change back to his original appearance, and responded with a smile, "Then what are you waiting for, lead the way, I can't wait to meet the great Highness Nefarian, and his ongoing experiments." ”

"Hmph, stand still, I'll take you to your master." The black dragon shook his head contemptuously, stretched out his right paw and put it on Zhang Cheng's shoulder, and then chanted the ancient dragon magic loudly.

Soon, the energy in the air became agitated, and finally converged into a stream of energy that was enough to tear through the space, and one man and one dragon disappeared without a trace in less than three minutes.

When the intense squeezing and dizziness disappeared, Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes and found that he had come to the top of the Black Stone Tower, and through the stone guardrail not far away, he could even see the Black Stone Volcano that was constantly spewing magma below.

Inside the spacious platform, a man in black armor and a crown of bright flames on his head sat on the throne at the highest point, his eyes glittering with a terrifying golden light.

There is no doubt that he is none other than the eldest son of the "Deathwing" Nesario, the current leader of the Black Dragon Legion, the brother of the Black Dragon Princess Onexia, and the famous Nefarian.

Although Zhang Cheng had already seen the real dragon in the Song of Ice and Fire, he still felt a trace of instinctive tremor and fear in front of the dragon power exuded by the other party.

Not to mention him, even the black young dragon that had teleported over was all prostrate on the ground, bowing its head to show humility to its master.

"Interesting human, can you tell me what drove you to the dangerous Burning Plains, and what made you persist in such a harsh and difficult environment?honor, wealth, or power?" Nefarian asked in a slightly playful tone after a long silence.

As the owner of the Blackstone Tower, his every move, whether it was the Burning Plains or the Scorching Canyon, could not hide from his eyes.

In fact, from the moment Zhang Cheng walked through the gate, he hid in the dark and observed silently, trying to find out the other party's intentions.

You must know that the Burning Plains is not a place where normal people will come, whether it is an alliance or a tribe, they only barely maintain an outpost for spying on intelligence, so generally speaking, every guy who comes to the Burning Plains often carries some kind of important task and mission.

But after a period of observation, Nefarian discovered that Zhang Cheng did not go to the Morgan outpost established by the alliance at all, but went straight to the Blackstone Volcano.

This unusual behavior undoubtedly piqued his interest, hence today's scene.

"No, Your Royal Highness, the impetus that sustains me is neither honour nor wealth, nor strength, but knowledge. If you don't mind, give me a living one and I'll show you some interesting research results. Then you will understand what I am here for. Zhang Cheng bowed neither humbly nor arrogantly, and at the same time made a request.

He understands that if he can't prove his worth in the first place, then what awaits him next is likely to be death or torture worse than death.

"Oh, Red, bring a captive. Nefarian commanded at a glowing bead next to his seat.

In a few moments, a human was escorted down the hall with bloody wounds all over his body, some of which had festered and pus, and if it weren't for the physical fitness of the Azeroth humans, which far surpassed Earth's, they would have died long ago.

However, he is not much better now, not only has he lost the strength to resist, but his eyes are also extremely scattered, and if he is not treated in time, he will die in two or three days at most.

The indifferent Zhang Cheng didn't care about the tragic situation of the captive, and poured a small bottle of jelly-like mucus made entirely of red into the target's mouth in front of the Black Dragon Prince.

Moment!

The originally dying captive suddenly let out a roar, followed by the muscles of his whole body rising high at an exaggerated speed, and his height also grew from one meter eight to more than two meters five......

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