Locke was bored lying on the small railing on the small balcony on the top floor of the 'Traveler's Dream', and in front of him was a ruined city composed of the ruins of countless buildings. Countless handsome elves were clanging through the ruins with tools such as hammers and chisels.

It's hard to imagine that these elves, who look like fine skin and tender flesh, would do these kinds of hard work. In Locke's subconscious, the elves are all elegant and proud, and they will only play the harp in front of the public to win the approval of others. Or, they will jump up the trees in the jungle, and the bow and arrow in their hands will continue to shoot arrows at the enemies under the trees.

The legendary elegant elves slowly became realistic in Locke's eyes, and they were not much different from those of other races.

The gap between Silvermoon City, the capital of the elves, and the rebuilt Silvermoon City in his impression is too big, which undoubtedly makes Locke very disappointed. The main reason is that in the game, the resplendent Silver Moon City impressed him too deeply.

The current Silvermoon City is simply no different from the ruins of the city after being bombed by bombers in later generations. God knows, how did those Scourge legions come up with this effect?

Luckily, the inn at his feet was not affected by the natural disaster, probably because it was closely connected to the city wall behind it. The Scourge has already opened its gates not far away, so there's no need to destroy the walls.

For several days, every day there were various invitations in the living room of the living room. Out of etiquette among the nobles, those elven nobles who learned that they had come here would send another invitation to Noris and bring a copy to themselves.

Except for the first few days when Locke was interested in going down, Locke never went down in the following days. Even the local elven nobles and mages invited them to the banquet and did not go.

It's not that Locke doesn't want to participate, it's that no matter where he goes, there is always a group of elves who circle around him as if they were looking at rare things.

Locke thought that he was still quite thick-skinned, but he couldn't help but cause a stir wherever he went, and after hearing that he was from Lordaeron, the eyes of the elves around him were wrong. If the eyes could kill people, Locke thought he would die countless times.

So, in order to avoid trouble, Locke never went down again, and Lotherma, as if she had forgotten her existence, only sent two beautiful elven female rangers of the goddess level, and when she was Quel'Thalas's bodyguard, she never asked again.

However, Norris quickly reintegrated into the upper class of elven society. Since returning to Silvermoon City, Locke has rarely seen her, and he doesn't know what she's up to.

Locke wasn't in a hurry, sooner or later Norris would tell himself that he was going to travel here.

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A blue cloak dyed of linen dragged over the thick snow, on which a lot of snow fell, and began its extremely short journey.

The owner of the cloak seemed to be in such a hurry that countless pieces of snow flew up after walking.

The two huge wurmians spotted the uninvited guest from afar, but they didn't make any moves, and when the uninvited guest came, they even bowed their heads slightly to him.

When the blue hood was opened, Karegos's handsome face was revealed.

Karegos, who has long blue hair over the ears, is definitely a handsome guy in terms of human aesthetics, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is rich and handsome in his background.

Unlike other dragons, Karegoth's human form prefers to transform into an elven and human hybrid. This allowed him to find a common language in both human and elven societies.

The other dragons believed that the appearance of the elves of Quel'Thalas was more in line with their aesthetics, so when the dragons appeared in front of mortals, they always appeared in the form of high elves, and few dragons appeared in the form of humans.

Karley nodded to the two tall wurmists who saluted him, guarding the large portal of the Blue Dragons. It would be able to teleport Karré from Northrend directly to Lordaeron, saving months of time.

Standing in front of the tall arched portal, the surging magical energy faintly illuminated the beautiful forest opposite. Carré turned around and took one last look at the huge pillar of energy on the Nexus, reaching into the sky, and then laughed happily.

Tyri had been left behind by him, and she had been sent to the Ring to check where the magic was going, and Carré was happy to think of it.

The nasty tail is finally gone, and I can travel around the world at will.

Of course, the premise is to complete the mission laid by the King of the Blue Dragon...

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Huck Greystone lay steadily in the bushes, the huge dwarf in his hand holding a cannon, facing the sky steadily, he lay motionless, even though there were two forest black rats mating fiercely.

Unlike other dwarves who enjoyed wine and burrows, Huckin Greystone preferred to hunt. He likes the suffocating feeling of waiting for his prey to enter the trap when he is hunting.

And if the prey is a dragon, it's even more perfect.

Yes, dragons.

Huck in Greystone is a dragon hunter who has spent his life preparing to hunt a dragon. For this, he can give up everything he has.

Thinking back on his life's work, Huck Greystone's heart trembled a little. Countless failures have made him a well-known loser in the dwarven hunter circle, so much so that no one among the dwarves wants to join him on his dragon hunting journey.

In desperation......

Huck Greystone fixed his gaze not far ahead, where a figure covered in green liquid lay motionless.

Huck Greystone sighed, two trolls and an orc, plus himself. This is the member of his own dragon hunting team.

In the open forest, some alert birds suddenly left the branches and flew away with a scream. Huck Greystone couldn't help but grasp the cannon in his hand, and his heart, which he thought was calm, began to beat violently.

The sound of a loud lapping of air began to be transmitted from afar.

Huck Greystone struggled to bury his head in the grass, his only eye staring at the corner of the sky that had been deliberately cleared.

The sound of the clapping air was getting closer, and a dull feeling of depression suddenly rose in Huck Greystone's heart, making his hands and feet tingle. However, when he thinks of the tragedy that has befallen his family, hatred immediately suppresses them.

Huck in Greystone began to worry about the three members he had recruited, wondering if he would be able to withstand the dragon's coercion.

Huck Greystone was relieved a little, and his team members didn't let them drop their weapons and turn and run away. On the contrary, they hide themselves more robustly.

Seeing this, Huck Greystone put all his thoughts on the corner of the sky that had been cleared. The pain that I have suppressed for a long time can finally be released!

A blue dragon with a body length of nearly eight meters slowly appeared in this corner of the sky. The huge flesh wings on both sides of it stretched out, and they could even reach more than twenty meters. The huge air currents created by the flapping of the wings made the forest shake even the forest.

Huck Greystone couldn't hold back the strong throbbing in his heart anymore, and he couldn't help but jump out and shout!

"Fire !!!!"