Halfway up the Blackstone Mountains of the Burning Plains, once part of the city of Hodmar, the dwarves of Black Iron, is now occupied by an even more evil dark force.

Victor Nefarios, the self-proclaimed Lord of the Black Stone, Nefarian, the elder brother of the Black Dragon Princess Onexia, roared in an extremely angry voice:

"What? Le Shrel! Repeat what you just said!! ”

In front of Nefarian, in human form, was his drake butler, Le Shrel.

Although it is called a drake, compared to the four-legged half-lizardman of the dragonman, the drake, which is also a servant of the dragon clan, stands on two legs.

And compared to the dragonmen, each dragon beast is very tall.

But even the Nest of Blackwings...... Nefarian gave the name to the great city after encroaching on the upper floors of the main city of Hodmar, the main city of the Black Iron Dwarves.

Even though Le Shreel was the most powerful drake in the Blackwing's Lair, it still trembled in front of the humanoid Nefarian:

"My great master, the mighty King of Blackstone, those lowly mortals, killed General Wimsalaq with an engineering bomb."

Repeating his report, Le Shreel remembered what Lord Nefarian had said when he summoned the Dragonman General Wimsalak alone to the lower manager of the Blackstone Tower.

"Although my sister is stupid and clumsy, and even the aesthetics of the lair are difficult to understand, she is my sister after all, the heir of my father's Deathwing, and the Black Dragon Legion will not tolerate any offense!"

"Wimsarak, gather your army of dragonmen and capture that dragon slayer! Bring her to me! ”

"Yes, great king of blackstone!" As the forward general of the Dragonman Legion under Nefarian, spending time with those filthy orcs, ogres, and forest trolls has long been unbearable for Wimsarak.

Thrilled to receive this task from his master, Wimsalaq wanted to thank the human who had killed Onyxia.

Unfortunately, just ten days later, the great steward of the Black Wing's Nest, Le Shrel, received the news that Wimsalaq had been killed.

Surprised at how bold the humans were, Le Sherel was glad that he hadn't snatched the mission from Wimsalaq that he thought it was just to get out and breathe.

Lesherre, who thought that he would bear some of his master's anger when he reported it, was surprised to find that his master suddenly calmed down after hearing the news with a little anger at the beginning.

This strange calmness plunged Le Shrel, who was originally just nervous, into fear.

Nefarian, who had been silent for a while, noticed that his butler was trembling, and he was satisfied with the situation, and he deliberately waited a little longer.

It was only when Le Shreel looked like he was about to fall down before he opened his mouth and ordered: "Go, call the chief of the blackstone orcs, Red Blackhand, I have a task for them." ”

"Yes, my great master......" said Le Shrell respectfully, breathing a sigh of relief.

After Le Shreel left, Nefarian walked to the edge of what had once been the throne hall of Hodmar and gazed at the gray-white burning plains and scorching canyons beneath the Blackstone Mountain.

After enjoying the feeling of seeing the mountains at a glance and the world in my hands for a while, Nefarian smiled slyly and said:

"Engineering bombs? An engineering bomb capable of killing Wimsalaq directly. ”

"My sweet and stupid sister, it seems that your death is not worthless."

Greenhill, who was practicing (beating) Solal every day, seemed to sense something, and looked up at the Blackstone Mountain in the distance.

Immediately, however, Greenhill withdrew his gaze, as Mistress Misr got up and washed up and walked out.

"Huh? Why didn't you call me up? Mishan took out the pocket watch made by Greenhill and looked at the time, and asked Greenhill a little strangely.

In other places, Y. Shan can still get up at dawn.

It's a pity that the burning plain has been slightly affected by the perennial volcanic ash in the air and the gloomy environment.

"I'm so sorry, my lord, I see you slept soundly......" Greenhill quickly apologized.

“…… Forget it, when I didn't ask. If he had been younger, Misr would have been happy with Greenhill's near-indulgent pampering.

It's a pity that Mishan, who has long passed that age, knows very well that in the dangerous world of Azeroth, it is best to have such a thing as individual strength.

And the easiest and only way to become strong is to exercise for four hours a day.

This is a strange man with a very hateful face, but a good personality, who calls himself the old king next door, told Mishan.

…… When the strange man said these words, he was carrying a vegetable basket in one hand and a small car with the other.

Mi Shan didn't think that one day he would be as strong as Lao Wang, but a quarter of it was also good, so Mi Shan insisted on training for an hour every day from the day he asked Greenhill to train himself.

Looking at his surroundings, he felt that the air environment of the Burning Plains was not suitable for aerobic exercises such as long-distance running, and after thinking for a while, he took an unedged training sword from a nearby weapon rack.

Then he walked up to Solal and said, "Come, let's practice." ”

"Old ...... Master? "The future Azeroth version of the Sun Knight Solal didn't react.

"Practice, there's Greenhill here anyway, it's fine." With Greenhill watching, not to mention that the long sword in his hand is not sharpened, even if it is opened, Mishan has nothing to worry about.

"That's fine......" Greenhill, who immediately understood what Misu-sama was thinking, nodded.

All along, Greenhill knew that Lord Misr should have his own powers...... That's why she repeatedly tries to leave the seed of light in Mishan-sama's body.

Unfortunately, Mishan's body rejected the Light Seed from Greenhill.

It's not that Mi Shan's body is the kind of demonic undead physique that can't touch the Holy Light, the healing effect of the Holy Light Technique has always been very good on Mi Shan.

It's just that every time Greenhill tries, he loses contact with the seed of light when it first enters Master Misrham's body, as if it disappears as soon as he enters.

This quick fix didn't work, and Greenhill couldn't bear to watch Misu-sama go through brutal warrior training.

So until now, Mishan's combat power has only increased a little bit compared to when he first crossed over.

Compared to Solar's direct increase from level 1 to level 45, Mishan's combat power is roughly equivalent to increasing from level 1 to level 10...... belongs to the level that will still be bullied by Hogg.

On the one hand, he thinks that his indulgence of Lord Yonesugi is equivalent to the guilt of disobeying Lord Yonesugi's orders.

On the other hand, I can't bear to train Mishan in the real sense.

Greenhill has always been entangled in his own contradictions, especially when Greenhill finds that this entanglement is not something he can solve.

It would be nice if there was another Mishan-sama's game character.,They'd probably be willing to train Mishan-sama.。

Wait, no! I can't give them up to Misugi-sama! And if you're with them, you'll be in danger of Mishan-sama!

Greenhill remembered several other people who were also Mistress Mishan's in-game characters...... Especially the Death Knight and Demon Hunter who have a bad relationship with him.

Fortunately, the two of them have not yet appeared at this time.

"Huh? Greenhill, what are you thinking? Mishan, who noticed that his paladin was a little distracted, asked.

"Ah, I'm sorry, my lord, but I just remembered something from the past." Greenhill, who came back to his senses, said quickly.

"Things from the past?" Misr Shan was a little curious about what Greenhill was recalling from the past.

"It's all something that doesn't matter, my lord." Greenhill said dodgingly.

Do you know that your reaction makes me even more curious, Mishan looked at Greenhill strangely, and finally decided not to get to the bottom of it and said, "Okay, then I won't ask, you can be the referee." ”

"Yes, sir." Putting away the mess, Greenhill cleared a clearing for a walkthrough between Misr and Solal.

The guards who had finished their morning exercise also came over.

In less than a moment, there was a circle of people standing beside Mishan and Solal, if it weren't for Marshal Wendsol temporarily doing a few tasks to spread people apart, it would have caused some unnecessary trouble.

After dispersing the soldiers who had nothing to do, Field Marshal Windsor himself stood aside with a big thorn, holding his own flask as a spectator.

"Let's get started." Carrying his unbladed training sword, Mishan said to Solal.

"Yes, sir."