When Blackthea and Garon arrived in the green field, it was still before dawn, and the world was silent and gray.

The speed of the two small dragons is very fast, the young dragons generally do not stay in the unknown region for too long, and rarely waste time on the road, if the dragon represents magic and treasure, then the real dragon below the youth is a mobile treasure to be taken and desired, so even if it has been many years, for them, Eladia is still full of danger and time is pressing.

Fortunately, the two dragons have now arrived safely at their destination.

On the edge of the nest of the Black Wings, in the early morning before the dawn, Garon quietly climbed an old tree, his black body hidden between the canopy, entrenched on it, looking into the green field.

The true dragon should never think of flying low to observe the situation until it has great power and magic, and even the white dragon knows this.

"How's it going, what did you find?" Blackthea's snort steamed in the air, and she looked vigilantly to the right and left.

"Hmm-"

The old tree was making an overwhelmed hoarse wail, and in order to avoid making a bigger noise, Garon immediately climbed down after watching it for a while, and scratched his chin with his paws: "No...... No, nothing. ”

"Idiot."

Blackthea habitually cursed, but the wind blew her voice away, and the jungle swayed slightly, making a rustling sound, and the female dragon moved her nose a few times, and then raised her head: "I smell the stench of kobolds, the old green dragon should still be here." ”

"So what do we do now?"

"Go straight to her."

Garon then stopped answering, but quietly followed the she-dragon, and they quickly left the edge of the green field and burrowed into the nest of black wings in the thick of the black mist, trying to find traces of Sylvia, the mother of poison.

The rich rainforest of the past has now changed its appearance, and the more the two little dragons go inside, the more confused they become, this is not at all like the place where the green dragon lives, but it is more suitable for the black dragon.

This is the result of the Black Wing Clan's environmental transformation, and now it is beginning to bear fruit.

There are few green trees in the green fields now, most of them are black cedars and red forests that the Black Dragon Emperor liked, and the woods are composed of sentinel trees covered in dark gray, strong ironwood, and red dead trees. (Of course, this isn't always the case with Blackwing's Nest, as there is a garden full of flowers behind the canopy fortress.) ）

So the two dragons felt that their environment was like a dark and primitive place, where hundred-year-old trees stretched across the perimeter, exuding the smell of dampness and decay, thick black trunks crowded each other, intertwined roots wrestled with each other in the depths of the ground, and winding branches and leaves weaved a dense tree top overhead, like a ghostly ghost with teeth and claws.

The sun is out, but visibility is still low.

"Blackthea, are you sure this is really the green capital? We're not on the wrong path? ”

Garon followed behind the female dragon, maintaining a silly appearance, but the dilated topaz pupils were slowly converging.

He stared left and right, a place of deep silence and gloom that he knew belonged to evil creatures, but not the green dragon.

This is not the environment in which the green dragon lives.

It's a pity that Blackthea didn't see Garon's appearance, she didn't even look back, she continued to walk forward, and a series of dragon words came out of her mouth: "If any real dragon can make a mistake in grasping the direction, then it should really roll back to its own eggshell and be reborn." Idiot, are you questioning me? ”

Garon was silent, and continued to follow her, and the two little dragons did not slow down until they reached a wide, gentle hill and bathed in the morning light, observing the environment and reassessing.

"This place has been burned by fire."

Garon said that the sudden appearance of such a clearing in the dense jungle was strange to look at, especially since many places still had scorched black marks.

"I know very well."

Blackxia bent her neck, leaned on the ground and sniffed: "But there is no taste, it seems that it has been a long time." ”

As she spoke, her expression suddenly changed, and then she held her breath and began to dig the soil, digging through the soft layer of soil accumulated by the wind and sand, poking her head into it, twisting her neck from side to side.

Then, she jerked her head back, a handful of rotten skeletons in her mouth.

"There are bones buried underneath."

Chewing and swallowing the bones with ease, Blackthea changed places, cut with her claws again, and after half a minute, grabbed a handful of jagged bones.

"There's been a lot of death in this place."

The female dragon said as she stared at the various and mutilated bones in her paws.

Garon didn't follow her words, but straightened his neck, opened his mouth and let out a low dragon roar, assuming a defensive posture: "Something is coming." ”

The female dragon lying on one side immediately raised her head when she heard this, her body was larger than the black dragon beside her, so it was also more imposing, and the black dragon standing on the high ground of the hills and ravines at both ends looked down on the left and right.

It just so happened that the rising red sun spread the morning light and made their scales shine.

The dragon power of the young dragon spreads outward.

At first, they thought that the guys who rushed at them were ordinary wolves like dire wolves and wolves, but as they got closer, the size of the wolf-like monsters became more and more exaggerated, and the leader was even bigger than Blackxia's, a huge monster with a head and a foot of eleven meters.

They have been surrounded.

"Inudemon."

Garon hunched over, and in the Dragon's Legacy, there is an introduction to these creatures who live in the Dark Regions, their species created by demons and dire wolves.

Of course, in the eyes of the true dragon, although these guys are not common and have purgatory blood, they are still lowly and lowly mongrels.

"Dragons?"

Nero, the leader of the dog demons, tilted his head and looked, they had not seen dragons, the Calamity Dragon and the Green Dragon were both powerful true dragons, but they were so small, and it was the first time that Nero had seen them.

After two glances, the cold and silent leader of the dog demon immediately began to drool, dripping from his mouth covered with fine fangs, and it remembered that the true blood given by the emperor before seemed to be made from the body of a dragon.

However, although due to their talents, the dog demons all had a boiling desire to devour, but they still did not attack at the first time, and they must be cautious at this time when they are about to be promoted to the privileged clan, and they must not allow mistakes.

Nero followed the rules of the Blackwing's Lair, and pressed against the roaring people who were not afraid of dragons, and asked, "Dragons, what are you doing here?" The saliva flowed down again as he spoke.

These mongrels.

Blackthea cursed, annoyed by the Inu's lack of reverence for the dragon.

However, considering that this is Sylvia's territory, and the other party is overwhelming, she finally didn't open her mouth to spew out a sour breath.

Two white gases erupted from her nose, and the female dragon said in a bad tone: "We have specially come to visit the green capital, and we want to join the powerful green capital Jade, Lady Sylvia, and take us to meet your master." ”

After sleeping for a long time, she didn't even know that Sylvia had a new name. 8)