"Hey, I'll show you something good, these are the scales of the black dragon...... What kind of expression do you have? These are really black dragon scales!"

Burning Plains, Marshal Wendthor finally came to the only post here in the Stormwind Kingdom, because the local garrison chief has not returned home for many years, and now seeing that there is a person with sufficient qualifications appearing, he immediately handed over the command to Marshal Wendthor and returned to Lakeside Town to live happily.

No one wants to stay in this hellish place for a long time, just like its name, the Burning Plains, this place is like a big furnace, it feels like the blood will boil when you are here, it is really a kind of torment, and the most important thing is that because Stormwind City doesn't care about this place, there is no future in staying here, and no one wants to do anything in vain.

Field Marshal Windsor's first order after taking command was for the soldiers to put all the information about the Black Dragon in front of his eyes over the years, and he began to examine it carefully.

As he looked at the information, he played with the gadget in his hand, which was a coin size scale, black, and Marshal Windsor fell into memory as he touched it.

It was not long ago when he was in Stormwind, Varian had just died, but except for the first few days, Stormwind was strangely like nothing had happened, and after a few days it was quiet again, and Wendthor rushed home after training soldiers as usual, and when he passed by a leather shop near his house, he suddenly heard such a voice.

"Don't talk nonsense! How could this be a black dragon scale? It's that big. ”

"This, you don't understand this, these are the scales of the young dragon. ”

"Okay, even if this is really a black dragon's scale, but you're just such one, what do you want me to do with it?" the owner of the Pi family shop said impatiently.

"You can use it as a collection?"

"Huh, collect, don't be kidding, I can't afford to eat this year, and I still collect your real and fake?"

"How can you tell if it's true or false? My cousin is a dragon hunter, and you must have heard of the name of the dragon hunter dwarf......

"Okay, okay! I just don't have any business to talk to you, and now I'm impatient, and I'm telling you plainly, I won't want your, whether it's true or not, just a little bit ......."

"......"

"Get out, do you have to drive people out?"

Then Marshal Windsor saw a dwarf come out with a bowed head and a curse in his mouth.

Then it is conceivable that because of the word black dragon, Marshal Wendthor stopped the dwarf, and then spent a gold from him to get the "black dragon" scales.

Later, he found a mage friend of his and found that the scales did have good magic resistance, but not to the level of the legendary dragon, and the friend told him that he was probably fooled, and Marshal Windsor did not pay attention to it, until he met the dwarf again two days later.

The dwarf was drunk in the tavern, but it seemed that he had no money, but he was beaten by the angry hotel owner and thrown at the door, and it happened that Wendsol saw him, so he picked him up and took him back to the house, and the dwarf was very moved after sobering up, and the guilt of cheating him out of money, he confessed to the "black dragon" scales.

It turned out that it was not the scales of the black dragon, but it was also related to the black dragon, it was the scales of the dragonman, the black dragonman.

Dragonmen have always been the little brother of the dragon, and there are dragonmen in almost every camp of the five-colored dragons, and these dragonmen serve the dragons, as cattle and horses, and are loyal and sincere.

Dragonmen also have the blood of dragons in their bodies, so their strength is not ordinary, generally speaking, they are very strong in physical strength, and the bloodlines of dragons make their scales have high spell resistance, and they are also very hard, coupled with super strong physique, ordinary people are really not opponents of dragons.

"I got this dragonman scale from the Burning Plains, I went there to do business with the Black Iron Dwarves, uh, although we Copperbeard Dwarves don't deal with the Black Iron Dwarves, but you know, no one wants to get along with money, I just want to smuggle something, but unfortunately, my deal was successful, but I was attacked by the hateful orcs halfway. ”

Field Marshal Windthor recalled the dwarf's words.

"Don't look at me like this, dare to engage in smuggling work alone, my strength is not weak, if it is an ordinary orc team, it is not certain who loses and who wins, but that time ......" The dwarf was silent for a moment, then lifted his clothes, and showed Marshal Wendthor a very terrifying scene, there was a very terrible scratch on his chest, and now the wound has not completely healed, and the wriggling fresh meat can still be seen inside, what a fatal injury.

After showing Marshal Windsor his wounds, the dwarf said: "I underestimated the leading orc, that guy is not an orc at all, after I killed many of his orc brothers with three swords and two axes, I thought he would also be killed by me, but who would have thought ...... Just as I was fighting him, he suddenly turned into a dragonman, and I was caught off guard by a claw from him, and I lost consciousness at that time. ”

"He probably saw my injuries like this and thought that I was going to die, so he didn't come to mend the knife, so I survived, and the scales were what I cut off from him, hehe, he also had a little injury, as I said, I'm not weak. ”

"Later, I came to Stormwind, and since I was penniless, I had to use this thing to cheat money, but everyone was smart...... Well, I don't mean you're stupid, I mean ...... That one...... Anyway, that's it, and then I began to fall willingly, thinking that my ability was also ruined because of this injury anyway, so I started to buy drunk everywhere, but your human drinks are not good at all, and I didn't get drunk after a few barrels......"

After that, Marshal Windsor began to persuade the dwarf, telling him that if he could be treated by the High Priest, the injury might still be cured, but the dwarf had no money to find the High Priest, and Marshal Windsol saw that he was pitiful, so he gave him a few dozen gold, and then left his house with his look of a fool.

Marshal Windsor didn't know what happened to the dwarf in the end, whether he took his money to heal his wounds, or continued to look for a place to get drunk, but he didn't care, because the dwarf gave him something when he left.

Half of the letter, which fell out of the dragonman's pocket when the dwarf slashed the dragonman, but it had been cut in half, was in human language, and the things recorded in it were very reverie.

The words "disintegration union, control the storm, puppet", because there is only half a letter, the content is very incoherent, but from these missing words can lead to a lot of conjectures......

Dismantling the United ...... What else could it be but an alliance?! And Stormwind, puppets, these words can hardly make people think of anything else.

However, this half of the letter lost the most critical half, and because it was not settled, I don't know who delivered it, but thinking of the recent situation in the Stormwind Kingdom, Wendsol seriously suspected that there were ghosts in Stormwind City, and they were in a high position.

In this way, in order to find out the truth of this letter, Marshal Windsol resolutely came to the Burning Plains, he at first wanted to go through the normal procedure, report to the Stormwind Council, and wanted to lead a team of men to support this place, but was sternly denied by Countess Catlana, and finally he gave up his position and came here alone.