The barren land was originally a moist and fertile prairie, where many species thrive, and the whole land was full of vitality, but now it is a barren land of wild and hot heat. It's dusty, hot, and the heart of the desert is a desert of death.

The great change in the environment originated from the volcanic eruption of the Red Ridge Mountains in the south 300 years ago, and in that unprecedented disaster, this land was torn apart, and the magma swelled up thousands of meters high, spewing volcanic smoke and dust that could be seen thousands of miles away from the Iron Forge.

The devastation continues to this day, with volcanoes erupting from time to time, and the once wooded mountains have been completely scorched. The Black Rock Mountain uplifts and sinks to the north into a scorching gorge of lava-ridden, occupied by the Black Iron Dwarves.

The dwarves had three major tribes, namely the Copperbeard, the Black Iron, and the Brute Hammer, and during the lifetime of King Anwemar, the three tribes united as one and worked together to build the miraculous Ironforge Fort. But after Anweimar's death, a rift immediately appeared, and the three races fought for control of Ironforge Castle, and began a protracted and bloody civil war.

The battle ended in a resounding victory for the Copperbeards, as the defeated Hammermen left Ironforge and moved north, across Grimbaatar, and eventually settled on Eagle's Nest in the northern part of the Arathi Highlands. They abandoned the tradition of digging rocks in the mountains and chose to farm for a living, and got along well with the griffins of Eagle's Nest Mountain, and now all the domesticated griffins in the alliance are contributed by the Brute Hammer Dwarves.

The Black Iron Tribe, led by Emperor Thoresson, traveled all the way south, and after the volcanic eruption, settled in the Scorching Canyon, where they built the majestic Dark Furnace City. Unlike the Brute Hammer Tribe, the Black Iron Dwarves did not reconcile with the Copperbeard Tribe, and the two sides became more hostile over time.

The scorching gorge occupied by the Black Iron Dwarves will be the next stop for the Arathi Basin Envoys, and now a group of four of them are trekking through the Wastelands.

In the vast desert, Ishara rode first, followed by the other three, and behind the four mounts. The whole team formed a line and ran wildly on the Gobi, carrying a cloud of dust behind them, which stretched for a kilometer to the north.

After three days of marching southward since entering the Badlands, the envoys finally crossed the Desert of Death, and were now close to the southern border of the Badlands.

Galloping on the yellow earth, the wind whined in the ears, and there was no other sound, and every step of the horse's hooves would raise a cloud of dust, and from time to time there would be a burst of sand and dust on the face, so that people could not open their eyes.

"This is a damn place." Dorian covered his eyes with his left hand, fanned the wind and sand irribly with his right hand, muttering and complaining. The horses beneath him were also blown by the wind and sand, and shook their heads and neighed in low voices.

"Dorian, don't complain." Isara, at the front of the line, said softly, "Don't curse the land, she's been suffering, and we're just passers-by."

Ishara sat on Martha's back, holding the scepter in both hands, her slender waist straight, unmoving against the wind and sand.

For this night elf female leader, the three of them were convinced, and Dorian quickly closed his mouth.

After a few more moments, the wind and sand became more and more violent, and Ishara had to close her eyes, and the envoys struggled.

"We can't go any further, we'll get lost." Yu Yu shouted loudly, and the wind howled, so that only Isara, in front of her, could hear.

As the most knowledgeable person in the Arathi Basin, the advice of the Hidden Soul is generally taken, and this one is no exception. Hearing this, Isara's stubborn footsteps finally stopped, and landed on the scepter, and the four of them immediately gathered in a group, working together to fight against the increasingly violent wind and sand.

Martha Shu spread out her huge body and stood in front of the four, and a faint halo began to emanate from her body.

Such a big sandstorm is rare even in the desert, but fortunately, the four of them have good ability and can hold it for the time being, but I don't know when this grinding sandstorm will end.

"Wait a minute, I'll use the eagle soul to explore the way." Isara, sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaned on her scepter, and the other four were in the same position as her. Now the whole envoy group is practicing the condensation of the secluded adaptation, and they are always there.

With a low chant, Isara's eagle spirit appeared, spreading its wings and flying upwards, and Isara's eagle soul began to observe with the help of the eagle soul's vision.

The wind and sand are so windy that you can't see anything, and the visibility doesn't exceed a meter. After flying upwards for about 5 minutes, Isara's eyes lit up and she finally flew out of the range of the sandstorm.

Overhead, the sky is deep blue, the sun is dazzling, the stars are far away, and below is a sea of clouds and surging sand and dust, rumbling and roaring.

Ishara looked to the south and was about to fly higher to observe, when she suddenly felt a darkness overhead, and a fierce gust of wind pressed down from above. Suddenly, the eagle soul immediately gathered its wings and made a dive downwards with great agility.

As soon as the Eagle Soul's body moved, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air from above, and a huge claw cut through the air and grazed the top of the Eagle Soul's head. Isara's body steadied and looked up, only to see a behemoth hovering overhead, staring down coldly.

The beast is about five meters long with a head and tail, with scales all over its body, black and golden, a pair of huge fleshy wings on its back, and four strong claws and feet under its torso.

On the ground, Ishara was taken aback, quickly dispersed the eagle spirit, and got up with the scepter. Seeing her face change sharply, the three of them also stood up and cast inquiring glances.

Ishara glanced at the three of them and said in a deep voice, "It is said that the fiery ogre tribe entrenched in the barren land has domesticated two young black dragons stolen from the Black Rock Mountain, and I think I saw one of them just now."

With that, Isara looked up at the sky, and the three of them followed her gaze, and the sky was full of yellow sand, and they couldn't see anything.

"Let's go!" Rhona shouted, "We can't be discovered, those flaming ogres are brutal and will cause us a lot of trouble."

In fact, the four of them all knew in their hearts that the Fire and Smoke Ogre Tribe was not just a "big trouble", as the largest force in the Barren Land, their number was no less than 3,000! All are strong and aggressive.

As the name suggests, the Wasteland is a wild land where there is only barbarism, not civilization.

"Let's go!" Ishara flew onto Martha's back and ran due south in the direction she had just identified, and the others immediately followed. This time, no one paid any attention to the wind and sand blowing in their faces, and everyone looked up at a gallop with solemn faces.

Although the dragon clan is powerful, a young dragon does not pose a threat to the four-member envoys, and what really worries them is the fire and smoke ogre. This race is not only stronger than the orcs, but also more fierce and aggressive than the orcs, making it difficult to communicate.

Roar!

Before long, there was a dragon roar from above, and the sound seemed to fly to the east, and the four of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this moment, the sandstorm suddenly came to an end, like a flood in transit. The four people who passed through the windy sand only felt that their eyes were clear, and their vision suddenly opened up, and a shocking picture appeared in front of their eyes. (To be continued.) )