Diego looked back and saw an oval portal taking shape. Jaina? Prodmore's vague figure appeared on the slowly rotating light curtain, apparently providing a portal marker to guide the portal.

As his gaze turned to the top of Andomas's head, Diego involuntarily took a breath. A huge pile of boulders - perhaps a ton or more heavy - floated a foot or so above the mage's head. The other two mages are struggling to maintain an invisible force field spell to protect the portal that is about to take shape below.

The portal spread slowly, and the speed at which it took shape was heartbreaking. It wasn't until everyone felt parched and anxious that it finally rippled, emitted a slight buzzing sound, and finally settled down.

"Hurry up, get inside." Andomus stopped his spell-wielding hands and directed the people to rush through the portal.

"Wow, that's amazing!" When it was the orc's turn to walk to the portal, the reckless guy reached out and touched the light curtain in front of him with some fear, and couldn't help but admire.

"Fool, if you don't go in again, just wait to stay here forever!" The High Mage beside the door roared angrily, the stone above his head trembling uncomfortably as he spoke.

Everyone noticed the change. They really have to hurry.

The Minotaur unceremoniously raised his foot and kicked the orc into the portal, then rushed in as well, disappearing behind the swirling light curtain. Varian, who looked a little weak after the soul fusion, was carried by Bervar and rushed in.

Finally, when it's sure everyone is in. The mages also stepped into the light curtain, behind them. The force field spell is gone. Tons of boulders fell with a bang, filling the entire underground space in an instant.

-- and in the next moment. Diego found himself lying on the ground, the owner of Theramore watching them with concern. It was a very spacious room, and even though ten of them rushed in, it didn't seem crowded. Diego guesses that this may be inside the Great ~ Mage's own Mage Tower.

"Are you alright?" Gianna looked at His Majesty the King, trying to determine if he had found his significant other.

"He's good, it's all over, just like we expected." Bolval replied, carefully laying the king down on a chaise longue, who still seemed to have recovered from the onslaught of soul fusion.

**The division commander let out a long sigh. She turned and walked towards the door: "I'll call the priests here, they have more say in the soul." ”

Watching Gianna's figure disappear behind the door, Diego rolled over and sat up, and just then, he heard someone struggling beneath him.

"Hey, man, get off my back!" The orc shouted below him, and the guy had a bag smashed on the forehead by a falling gravel. It looks very swollen.

Diego didn't speak, he stood up, looking for his friends in the crowd. Luckily, he found them quickly. And everyone looks pretty good.

In one corner of the room, Masrae had turned back into a human, leaning against the wall and shaking her head. He didn't seem to be used to the vertigo caused by teleportation, and he hadn't fully recovered yet.

And in the crowd. At a glance, Diego saw the Minotaur who was a cut above everyone else. There was a kind of confusion in the eyes of the minotaur shaman, and this confusion had nothing to do with the battle that had just taken place. He still looked apprehensive. Diego never imagined that such an expression would also appear on the brave warrior.

"I swear I'll never step through a portal again, and without Mother Earth, the Minotaur is nothing!" He swore by it. But Diego knew that the minotaur would still rush in without hesitation if needed.

Just then, he felt his leg touch something. He lowered his head and saw Guan Haifa's massive head rubbing against his legs and feet, and when it managed to attract the attention of its human companion, it cracked its mouth and bared its teeth, a fist-sized piece of flesh peeking out from the corner of its mouth. It sliced the piece of flesh a few times with its molars, then tilted its neck and swallowed it with a grunt.

"What kind of meat is that, is it from the black dragon?" Diego guessed with some confusion as he cast an inquiring look at the big cat. The latter nodded, and then burped contentedly.

"Lucky guy!" Diego smiled. It has long been thought that every part of the dragon contains unimaginable magic, the bones of the dragon, the blood of the dragon, the scales of the dragon, and of course, the muscles of the dragon, but unless you have some kind of cooking technique that has long been lost, it is difficult to cook it into something that can be swallowed and good for the body. However, perhaps the Creator compensated the beasts for their poor intelligence, and most of the beasts of Azeroth were able to strengthen themselves by drawing directly from dragon flesh to benefit them, though they had a hard time getting that opportunity. It can be predicted that in the coming days, Kanhaifa may become stronger in some respects.

But at this moment, the floor of the room trembled innorantly, but the people who had not recovered from the previous battles and teleportations were not aware of this. But the hunter sensed something unfamiliar, and he glanced around the room with some uneasiness, then walked to the window embedded in the west wall, and pushed it open. Through this window, he looked out into the swamp to the west.

Looking west from the island of Seramo, and beyond the narrow bay, he saw that in the direction of the dragon's nest they had spotted, the haze that had been hanging over the swamp had long since lifted, revealing a night sky with dark clouds as dark as ink. Dense purple lightning bolts kept swinging out of the dark clouds, whipping the ground like Thor's whip, bringing a deafening thunderclap. Beneath the dark clouds, the swamp has been burned dry, the trees have been blasted to dust, and the dragon's nest has collapsed, and all the qiē has been shattered and melted. Dense smoke and mist erupted from the cracks in the rocks, soaring into the sky, until they collided with the dark clouds, and then fell back to the ground like a sandstorm, and finally, a bigger muffled sound came from under the earth, and gradually turned into a roar, the ground shook and the mountains shook, the swamp burst out with many cracks, and the entire Longchao Mountain erupted! Flames soared from its top into the sky, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and black rain poured down like a flood. The water pours inland along the cracks in the coast, stirring up huge waves.

When this hellish sight came into Diego's eyes, he was stunned. And behind him, everyone else rushed up.

"Oh my God, the swamp is boiled!" Boval muttered. He didn't see the goblin airship they were on when they went there over the Dragon's Lair, and it seemed that the goblins had left in a bad situation.

"I need to go back at once, my soldiers are still waiting for news from us in the depths of the swamp!" Diego turned around and said eagerly, beside him, the orcs and minotaurs were also anxious, and they were also worried about the robes that were still hidden in the swamp.

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait until tomorrow, and this kind of weather will make it difficult for even the natives who live in the swamp to move an inch." Bolval walked over and said.

"Can't griffons take to the skies?" Diego asked.

"I'm afraid not, it's not a big problem if it's rainstorming, but it's hard for them to avoid lightning under the dark clouds."

Diego pondered for a moment, then looked up at the duke, and said helplessly: "Okay then, please provide us with a place to rest, we will leave at dawn tomorrow morning and bring those soldiers back." ”

Although his subordinates endured the miserable wind and rain in the wild, he slept peacefully in this warm and comfortable room, which made Diego feel very uneasy and guilty, but he would not be so pretentious as to go outdoors to get drenched in the rain to show his determination to share the weal and woe with his subordinates.

Lying on the soft and comfortable bed, listening to the loud noise coming from the other side of the swamp, Diego couldn't sleep for a while.

"This trip is really empty-handed, such a big dragon, just left in the ground for nothing." With his hands behind his head, Masrae grumbled with some regret.

"In fact, the king's gratitude is more important than anything else," Diego comforted, smiling as he took the demon cloth bag and pulled a roll out of it, "and, are you sure we didn't get anything?" ”

Masrae turned his head sharply and saw that the hunter was spreading out a roll of black and swarthy things on the table, it was a dragon skin the size of two tabletops, but the dragon scales on it had crumbled to the point that they looked a little mottled, and in some places there were still blood stains and white tendons. It seems that the one who has gained something can't help but be Guan Haifa.

"Wow, this is a good thing, where did you get it?" The Night Elf leapt from their bed and rushed over.

"There was some confusion when I finally retreated, so I rolled it up from the ground and stuffed it into the demon cloth bag." Diego proudly said that this piece of skin should have been torn off the back of the black dragon by the comet storm, and it was the most popular part of the dragon's body. Unlike the hard and heavy dragon scales, the dragon's skin is relatively flexible, and it is the top material for making zuò leather and chain mail. Looking at the area of this piece of skin, it is enough for each of the two of them to make a dragon skin armor.

"Hey man, we're so lucky!" Masrae clung to the corner of the dragon's skin, and shouted as he frothed at the mouth. (To be continued.) )