Compared to the scorching canyons and barren lands, the arrival of the Flame Demon Ragnaros has changed the Burning Plains almost dramatically, before that, it was originally part of the Red Ridge Mountain, with dense forests and verdant wilds, but now, on this new plain that appeared three hundred years ago, all the vegetation has been destroyed. The wilderness is full of semi-carbonized trees, and these charred branches make great firewood, but other than that, they are of no use.

The environment here is a bit better than Scorching Canyon, but it is also limited. Due to its proximity to volcanoes and rampant lava flows, the climate in this area is sweltering, dry, and unbearably hot at all times, but compared to the temperature of the underground furnaces, it is a child.

After saying goodbye to Blackstone Mountain, they collected their mood and started their journey again.

While there are many other races and monsters in the Burning Plains that are hostile or savage or cunning, in addition to the Black Iron Dwarves, it doesn't seem that difficult for adventurers these days - yes, what is there to worry about if they can escape from the Black Stone Abyss.

The adventurers happily walked along the main road to the east. Through the faint rays of sunlight shining through the red clouds, they saw creatures flying among the rolling mountains to the south. Windthor explained to them what the mountains were all about, and while Diego knew exactly what it was, he listened with relish, after all, from the perspective of a native of Azeroth, things always took some interesting turns.

Over there is the Hatchling Hills, where the Black Dragons raise their hatchlings, and the Black Dragons Hematus watches over the future of the Black Dragons. Any creature that dares to approach this valley will be subjected to his desperate spit attack. Even standing on the main road, adventurers can see the formidable behemoth that can almost obscure the sky's wings.

Once upon a time, the Burning Plains had a trade route connecting Stormwind to Ironforge and Lordaeron further north. Until the trading island nation of Kurtilas opened up an ocean route from Stormwind to Minethir, the trade route was the only link between the three. This trade route used to be very busy, with caravans of various races in abundance, but with the southward migration of the Black Iron Dwarves and the invasion of the Orcs. This trade route was gradually abandoned.

Although the road is still passable, it is very dangerous. Unless you have permission from the Blackstone Orcs, Black Iron Dwarves, and Fire-bellied Ogres here, it will be difficult for you to safely navigate this area. In fact, apart from the smugglers who sell contraband, there are now very few people who spend energy and money to open up this trade route. Even the most business-savvy goblin merchants, the hot sand companies and the Rusty Water chaebol, decided that it was too risky to be worth the effort. It was rumored that there were people from Goblin Ventures operating here, but it was just a rumor, and no one had ever seen it.

Diego and his party made their way east along the road that traversed the Burning Plains until they stopped at the west end of a large orc camp.

Just in front of them, on the side of the road, stood a dark red orc banner with an erupting volcano painted on it, the emblem of the Blackstone Clan.

This is a typical orc camp, but there is no fence around it, and there are no sharp wooden stakes to defend the cavalry, perhaps in the eyes of the orcs, this is not necessary, in the burning plains, the orcs are the most ferocious, and few of those forces dare to come here to brush the tiger's whiskers.

In fact, the establishment of this camp is no longer a matter of a day or two. Back when the Alliance was busy rebuilding Stormwind, a handful of orcs who survived Azeroth had settled here. They are the Blackstone Orcs. The orcs were unimpressed by Thrall's truce with the Alliance, and instead continued to follow the brutal style of the orcs before the Third World War.

Now, these orcs, who have been enslaved by the black dragons, are even more desperate in their attempts to control this area. Their vanguard had even reached as far as Red Ridge Mountain, and the inhabitants of Lakeside Town were deeply disturbed.

The camp was named Camp Blacktooth by the orcs, and it and the Blackstone Fortress, the stronghold of the orcs to the north, held the road across the Burning Plains from the south and north to the north.

However, the planning of the camp was clearly not well designed. Bunkers, animal pens, barracks, and warehouses are haphazardly built on the south side of the road, looking disorganized and scattered. In the middle of the camp, a cloud of black smoke rose into the sky, and it was the furnace in the orc forge that was running at full strength.

Luckily for the travelers, the Orc's Watchtower was set up on the east side of the camp, which may have something to do with the fact that their main enemies were the Firebelly Ogre of the Mallet Stone and the humans of Morgan Guard. For this reason, the arrival of the travelers went unnoticed.

"How are we going to get there?" Standing on the western hillside, Windthor said anxiously as he looked down at the orc camp. He didn't know how he had gotten here after he was captured – he was in a prison van and unconscious.

Masrae didn't speak, he just turned his head and looked at Diego with burning eyes - he was used to the magical appearance of his teammates, a human who could always come up with ways to solve seemingly impossible problems.

Diego gave the Night Elf a blank look, and he turned his head to see that His Excellency the Marshal was also looking at him expectantly, and to be honest, the latter was also curious about what else he could do to turn decay into magic.

"This ......," Diego muttered, pondering in his mind. In fact, it wasn't too difficult for Masrae to just touch it, and even the hunter himself could sneak through the night - his camouflage skills were now superb. But now there's Wendthor on the team, and his muscular man is hard to ignore even at night.

Just then, there was a low roar from the side of the orc camp, and it sounded like some kind of huge beast was roaring. Immediately afterward, an even louder commotion rang out. Adventurers can even hear the sound of drums, loud crashes, and the screams of the orcs.

"There's something going on over there." Masrae listened sideways, then guessed. But needless to say, everyone already knew, for as far as the eye could see, a huge beast was rushing wildly through the camp, and from time to time an unlucky orc was trampled under the feet of the beast, or lifted into the air.

"Oh my God, it's Kodomon!" Diego opened his mouth and muttered to himself in amazement. It was the first time he had seen such a beast in person since he came to this world. It looked like it was two and a half meters tall at the shoulder, taller than the tallest warhorse. The brown beast had a spindle-shaped body, thick limbs and elephant-like toes - it had the same number of toes on its front legs as it did on its hind legs, with four toes on its front legs and only three on its hind legs.

Two war drums the size of a basin were tied to either side of its waist, and the drumsticks were tied to the drum surface, and it kept jumping and beating along the drum surface as it ran. It has two long, large horns that are arranged in front and back like a rhinoceros. In front of this great horn, all the orcs who stood in its way were invincible and fled.

It has long been believed that there is only one creature on the continent of Kalimdor that has the strength and stamina to carry the Minotaur into battle, and that is the mighty Kodomon. The Kodomons are swifter than their wild counterparts and are slightly smaller, but they are in no way inferior to them in terms of vigor or courage, which makes the Minotaur who ride the Kodomon also very useful. It is said that only the noblest Minotaurs can gain the trust of Kodomon as their mount, as these powerful beasts are only willing to serve the Minotaurs with a heart of glory and respect.

Diego knew this was, though, as more and more people of other races were already buying and riding the mounts in Azeroth. However, this statement still illustrates some facts from the side, that is, Kodomon is still very gentle in normal times, but when it goes berserk, few people can calm it down, except for the giant race of minotaurs. Perhaps, this is also the reason why this Kodo beast was not stopped, because Diego did not see even a single minotaur in the camp below - he did not know where these blackstone orcs got this Kodo beast from.

It got worse (though Diego didn't think so), and almost all the orcs were helpless against the rampaging behemoth, and they had nothing to do but hide far away, praying that the beast wouldn't find them. The chaos in the camp continued on until a desolate trumpet sounded in the camp.

The furious Kodomon fell silent. It looked like a docile sheep, and the contrast with the previous wild and unrestrained image was so strong that the eyes of the onlookers in the distance almost burst.

But the orcs seemed to be accustomed to such things, and one of the orcs trembled and took the reins from the mouth of the giant beast. The beast obediently followed him and walked towards the enclosure in the distance.

If it weren't for the mess, it'd be hard to believe that there were still wolves running around here.

"I think I have a solution. Perhaps, we won't have to walk on our legs for the rest of our journey. Diego wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"What?" The Night Elf on the side asked incredulously.

"That's right, Masrae," said Diego, clearing his throat with a stern and cautious expression, but the face looked like a big bad wolf coaxing the bunny to open the door, "I have a task for you, and I am sure that no one can accomplish this difficult task but you." ”

"No problem, look at me!" The simple elf boy jumped into the pit without hesitation, patted his chest, and said categorically.