"Sure enough, it's you, you're finally here, Yang Long!" the middle-aged man said with relief, a bitter smile on his face.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Yang Long was as if he was blown by a cold wind blowing in the hall on the night of the tenth winter wax moon, and the muscles in his body were reflexively tensed.

It is very likely that the space ring is in the hands of this middle-aged man, so Yang Long is very sure that the items inside have definitely been counted by these people not long after he was rescued.

This is also the main reason why Yang Long completely relieved himself after confirming that this was the Storm King's ** group.

The letter written by Garin Tolbane, Yang Long had already memorized it, and the letter did not mention Yang Long's name at all, but only told him about the identity of the heir of the Grofe family.

How did the person in front of him know his name?!

"Who are you?" After waiting for almost two minutes, Yang Long cautiously asked, "How do you know my name?"

Hearing the disguised answer, the smile on the middle-aged man's face bloomed, but he didn't answer Yang Long's question, but leaned over and asked, "You have the energy of the Holy Light, right?"

This is also something that is never mentioned in the letter!

The light that shot out of the middle-aged man's eyes made Yang Long feel his hairs stand on end, but then he could see that the middle-aged man had no malicious intentions, he just wanted to confirm something.

Suppressing the suspicion in his heart, Yang Long took a deep breath, mobilized the holy light energy in his body, and concentrated it on the section of the wound on his right shoulder. Stimulates the growth of flesh and bones.

Kabang――

In the sound of the bandage breaking, Yang Long's tightly bandaged right shoulder suddenly raised a meat ball, and with the breaking of the bandages, the meat ball gradually elongated and protruded, and finally grew a big arm about three or four centimeters long.

"Ho" Yang Long gasped for breath, and the sharp pain of bone growth made him sweat profusely. "That's all there is to it for the time being. ”

Fortunately, the middle-aged man had already gotten the information he wanted, and his eyes looked at Yang Long again, and after thinking about it, he took out a ring from his pocket, which was Yang Long's space ring.

"This one is kept with me for the time being. How about returning it to you when you're healed?" the middle-aged man shook his arm. Putting the ring back in his pocket, he gently comforted Yang Long, "When that time comes, I will send someone to send you to Stormwind City." ”

Since the middle-aged men have said so, Yang Long can't say anything, anyway, now he is equivalent to being crippled. Rings are not easy to keep around. So there was not much hesitation. Nodding in agreement with the middle-aged man's proposal.

Seeing that Yang Long did not resist, the middle-aged man also seemed very happy, and was about to continue to say something. But he was interrupted by a young man's report: "Lord Marshal, there is an urgent military situation!"

"Got it. The middle-aged man known as the marshal responded, the smile on his face retracted, and the whole person exuded a temperament of not being angry and arrogant, which made the soldiers outside immediately silence.

Grabbing the plate on his head, the middle-aged man patted Yang Long's shoulder, then stood up and walked out, but stopped in front of the canvas curtain, and asked in a sullen voice, "Do you believe in fate?"

Regarding the middle-aged man's out-of-the-box thinking, Yang Long felt a little unable to keep up with the rhythm, and did not answer the question.

However, it seems that the middle-aged man did not wait for his answer, and after waiting for about half a minute, he tilted his head towards Yang Long and smiled again: "My name is Reginald, Reginald-Windsol!"

After speaking, without giving Yang Long time to react, Reginald Windsol lifted the canvas curtain, strode out without looking back, and soon left the range of perception.

"Neurotic!" scolded secretly, Yang Long slowly closed his eyes, truly relaxed, and soon fell into a deep sleep

Blackstone Mountains, Blackstone Towers.

Just as Yang Long and Reginald Windsol were meeting, far away on the other side of the Burning Plains, deep in the lair of the Blackstone Orcs and the Black Dragon Legion, a crucial meeting was also taking place at the same time.

The hall, which covers an area of one square kilometer, is made entirely of the hardest limestone, and the minimum distance between the ceiling and the ground is also thirty-four meters long.

Hundreds of thick stone pillars surrounded by twenty people, evenly distributed on the various fulcrums of the hall, at the peak of the Black Stone Mountain, so that the scorching heat rushed down the east lookout, desperately pouring into this huge and majestic building.

At the end of the south side of the hall, there was a throne made entirely of black iron, and a grown male with dark black skin, hair, and eyes sat on it.

There were only two people in the entire hall, a human boy kneeling on the ground with black hair, and a humanoid creature with a bull's head and a pair of cow's hooves.

This humanoid creature resembling a cow, and while very rare on the continent of Azeroth, it is a long-established race on the western continent of Kalimdor, and the world of Azeroth collectively refers to them as the Minotaurs.

"That's it, mighty prince of the black dragon. The minotaur symbolically bent towards the throne and ended his hour-long speech without saying a word: "This is a very good deal. ”

In this regard, the man on the throne just looked at the minotaur indifferently, and a trace of jealousy and speculation flashed in his eyes from time to time.

If it was only a minotaur standing in front of it, then of course it would not make the current ruler of the Black Dragon Legion, the black dragon Nefarian, whose strength was as high as the fifteenth order, jealous.

Even the strength of this minotaur has reached the level of the thirteenth-order upper rank.

However, if the comical appearance of the minotaur is added to the three names of "adventurer" that resounded throughout the world of Azeroth, this minotaur has to be taken seriously.

An adventurer is an existence that no force wants to provoke, let alone the minotaur in front of him, which represents an adventurer's guild.

The difference in strength above the pseudo-super level seems to be just a simple difference in a few small realms, but in fact there is a very terrifying difference.

Don't look at the strength of the minotaur, compared to Nefarian, it is only less than two ranks, if Nefarian is willing, it will only take a few minutes to kill the minotaur in front of him.

This is also due to the fact that not long ago, Nefarian fought a battle of the same rank, and most of the injuries on his body have not healed.

But even if he was in control of the complete initiative, the minotaur adventurer in front of him did not have the slightest fear and worry, which made Nefarian very annoyed, but he was also a little helpless.

"If you're so good, why did just the vice president come to see me?" Nefarian suppressed the urge to take out the minotaur and said slowly, word by word.

"There are more important things to grow up. Hearing Nefarian's words, a smile appeared on the Minotaur's face, and he bent down again and said lightly, "And I can also represent my union with full authority to discuss any matter with you, Your Highness the Black Dragon Prince." ”

The contempt in the adventurer's tone, and the "Black Dragon Prince" one after another, made him angry, and even made Nefarian almost angry to act.

Forcibly suppressing the idea of making a move, Nefarian decided to give the adventurer in front of him a chance.

"Watch your wording, Minotaur. Nefari looked at the adventurer steadily, and said word by word: "Now you are facing the leader of the Black Dragon Legion, don't let yourself die in ignorance!"

"The leader of the Black Dragon Legion?" the minotaur smiled a little indifferently, as if Nefarian had said a big joke: "Who is the real leader, you and I know very well, if your father is here, it will naturally be our president standing here"

"Hubris!" Nefarian shouted with his eyes open.

The arrogance and dignity of the Black Dragon Legion made it impossible for it to continue to be ridiculed by adventurers, and with this resounding shout, a wave of heat that appeared out of thin air appeared in an instant, with the body of the leader of the Black Dragon Legion as the heart, sweeping in all directions

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