All the humans who had come down from the airship had come over, most of them were warriors and paladins, but there were also a few spellcasters in robes, and Diego saw a few familiar figures among them, there was Berval? Duke Vortagen, who also has the High Mage Andromas, but doesn't see Gianna? Prodmoore. This surprised him a little, as it was hard to imagine that this powerful mage would be absent from such an important operation.

"Where's the dragon's nest?" The king asked in a low voice.

"Over here, please follow me." Diego came back to his senses and said quickly. He led the way in the direction of the Dragon's Lair gate, with the others following him.

They walked some way in the direction of the Dragon's Lair Gate, and there was no sound on the way - the king and his soldiers were dressed in extremely fine armor, and their good maintenance and unique construction made them not clank like the rough armor.

Thirty or forty meters away from the dragon's nest, Diego stopped.

"There are guards!" He whispered, pulling the lizardskin cloak out of his bag and preparing to reach for the sentries with Masrae, but Bervar grabbed his arm.

"Don't bother," the Duke whispered, turning his head to look at someone in his ranks, "Argus?" Night Whisper, I'll leave it to you. ”

In the darkness, a man walked up silently, and Diego noticed that it was a green-haired Night Elf with golden eyes and a yew longbow in his hand. He wears brown and yellow leather armor, with only some green plant branches adorning his shoulders. On his left shoulder, stood the owl, which had been gray. Yes. Like Diego, this is a hunter.

He stopped in front of Diego. Then he drew an arrow from the quiver and put it on the string. Diego noted. He used the elven style of hooking the string with his thumb and holding the thumb with his index and middle fingers when pulling the string, rather than the method of combining the index, middle, and ring fingers together as commonly used by human hunters. And this arrow is not an ordinary spear-shaped arrow, but a sharp, tapered armor-piercing arrow.

Other than that, though, the Qiē looked unremarkable, but in the next moment, the Night Elf's archery show began.

The hunter loosened the tight bowstring and fired the first arrow. But instead of waiting and watching if the arrow hit the target, he drew a second arrow from the quiver with lightning and shot it with a string.

His movements were light and agile, and he never paused, and he looked as graceful as a dance, and almost in the blink of an eye, the arrows in his quiver were fired. The people around him only saw his hand keep moving, almost turning into an afterimage. Then, in the sound of the bowstring trembling that never stopped, all the arrows had already left the bowstring. Go straight to the goal.

A few seconds later, there was a continuous sound of popping and falling to the ground in the fog. But in the thick of the night, it didn't attract anyone's attention - in fact, the dragonmen in this area could be attracted. It's all here.

Diego watched dumbfounded, and while the Death Gaze's rate of fire and power were not inferior to that of any bow, it might not be as accurate as this Night Elf. And its noise attracts all dragons within a radius of ten miles.

"All clear!" The Night Elf inserted the bow back into the jug and said confidently. He pulled out a handful of arrows. Fill in the quiver, obviously. He also possesses some sort of magical vessel that stores arrows.

"Let's go." Boval whispered, it seemed that he had so much faith in the Night Elf hunter that he hadn't sent anyone to inspect the mending blade.

Diego is back in front of the Dragon's Lair gates again. Without the slightest hesitation, they stepped into the dragon's throat-like cavern. But he didn't go far when Diego found that he couldn't move forward, as if something unseen was blocking him.

"What's going on?" The king approached and asked impatiently. Diego realizes that Varian has become more and more irritable, and that if he can't get his other half back in time, this impulsive and reckless temper will sooner or later ruin him.

"I probably know what's going on." In the middle of the group, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly spoke. High Mage Andromas stepped up and stretched out his thin palm to caress the air in front of him, faint sparks flickering on the edge of his palm, like the blade of a grinding wheel. After a few minutes, he withdrew his arm.

"It's some kind of defensive force field, only those creatures with the blood of the black dragon can enter," Andomus said with a solemn face, and the next moment, he smiled, "But fortunately, I was prepared. ”

He took a necklace from his neck and held it in his hand. It was a necklace made of Mithril, with a pendant in the shape of two young dragons curled up facing each other in the center, and Diego keenly felt the breath of dragon blood from above.

"In the name of Deathwing!" The mage shouted in a low voice. As the voice fell, a faint purple light rose from the pendant, illuminating the darkness in front of him, and under this light, the group was surprised to find a translucent film that blocked the entire cave appear in front of them.

Everywhere the light went, the film melted away like melting snow, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely.

"We've got to hurry, the she-dragon may have been disturbed." Andomus said eagerly. Dragons were generally able to sense the anomaly in the defensive spells that protected their lair, and all they hoped for now was that the anomaly did not attract the attention of the black dragon.

The group almost trotted into Onexia's lair. At that moment, no one had time for fear or regret, and they only wanted to reach the depths of the dragon's lair before Onexia fully awakened. You know, an encounter with a dragon in a narrow and cramped cave is almost a disaster, and the black dragon can burn most of them to death with just one spray.

The cave was very dark, deep and winding, and the group stumbled. However, this cave is not as narrow as they expected, just imagine, how can a passage that allows dragons to enter and exit be narrow?

They crossed a stone bridge in a cave, then turned a corner and crossed under the stone bridge again. As they went deeper, the cave began to become less dark than it had been at the beginning, as pools of lava of all sizes began to appear on both sides of the cave, and crimson magma tumbled violently in it, and from time to time bubbles burst from the surface and made a popping sound. These lava pools brought light as well as heat, and after a while, they were sweating profusely.

They encountered several dragonmen along the way, but these dragonmen were only servants in the service of Onexia, not guards, and did not have much combat power, and they were quietly cleared away without spending much of their energy.

They scurried through the nest with great speed until they turned a corner and came to the deepest part of the nest. What appeared before them was a huge underground cavern, so high that they couldn't even see its dome or guess how wide it was. But no matter how large the lair was, it couldn't make them ignore the black behemoth that was entrenched in the center of the lair.

The huge black dragon lay there, undisturbed and asleep, and the intruders didn't seem to wake it up when they broke the circle. Wisps of black smoke emanated from its sharp teeth and nostrils, and the flames in its belly were not so strong as it slept, only a faint red glow through its skin. Beneath its limbs and tail, as well as throughout the cavern, there were crevasses large and small, and the red-hot magma flickered between the fissures as the sound of her breathing, surging slightly like a tidal wave. (To be continued.) )