For the dragons of the world of Azeroth, the body is a very important carrier, and after a serious injury, even if it can be completely healed through time and healing, its own strength will be seriously affected.

Not to mention the young dragons that have not yet matured, every bit of damage they receive will greatly weaken their potential, and from this point of view alone, the members of the Dragon Legion have a certain similarity with adventurers.

Only after reaching the fourteenth-order strength can the dragons get rid of this inescapable trait, and reach a balance in physical functions like most of the pseudo-super-rank powerhouses in Azeroth.

This may be a restriction that the Titans set for them when they created them, so that these dragons, who were born to become very powerful over time, would not affect other creatures in Azeroth because of their own development.

Therefore, Filmer, who returned from a serious injury, is equivalent to sprinkling a handful of salt on Nefarion's wounds, and its strength has not yet reached the pseudo-super level, and after losing an eye and the left wing, it is no longer possible to be promoted to the pseudo-super level.

In just a few days, it was equivalent to losing two pseudo-super-rank clan members in a row, so that the Black Dragon Legion, which was already small in members, suffered a lot of blows again, how could Nefarian not be angry?

"Please, Chief" Filmer apparently knew what fate awaited him, crying and begging for mercy, "I don't want to be a drake, please, please help me"

Dragonbeasts are not pure dragons, in a sense. It's more like a hybrid of a dragon and an alchemy creation, and under a small group of dragons with a serious hierarchy of bloodline supremacy, such an existence is the lowest.

It's like a human being who has been forced to become a beast and never get back into it.

Filmore definitely didn't want to be like that, but it knew very well that the Black Dragon Legion would never raise a useless clansman, and Nefarian would not tolerate it choosing to leave here.

So it can only put its almost non-existent hope on the bitter plea of Nefarian, hoping for a miracle. so that it will not end up reduced to cannon fodder.

But what Filmore didn't expect was either. I don't know for what reason, the current ruler of the Black Dragon Legion, who was originally ruthless and cruel, actually forgave it for this mistake for the first time.

"Well, are you afraid of death?" said Nefarion, musing for a moment. Not waiting for the sluggish Filmer to answer. He decided, "You have a chance to regain your strength." Even stronger than the original you, but if you don't want to."

By this time, Filmore, who was stunned because of Nefarian's "mother's heart discovery". He reacted violently, climbed to the feet of the man sitting on the throne without thinking, and cried loudly: "Yes, yes, I do!"

Nefarian nodded expressionlessly, raised his left hand and released a flame magic, and a half-meter-sized light curtain suddenly appeared out of thin air, revealing a goblin figure about two meters tall in the light curtain.

"Krishik, are you ready for what I want?" asked Nefarian, apparently a light curtain capable of communication.

"It's just a little bit away, honorable Lord Nefarian!" the goblin rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Just give me two more bronze dragons, and I can refine them."

"Alright, shut up. Nefarian was a little impatient, and waved his hand to interrupt the goblin's narration: "I will send someone to catch the bronze dragon you want, I only care about the result, you know?"

"Understood, understood!" the goblin nodded, a flattering smile on his face.

"From today onwards, Filmer will be handed over to you. Nefarian's face was indifferent, and he said without any expression: "Use the original production materials on its body, and try to ensure that it does not die." ”

"Oh my God, oh my God, I heard you right!" the goblin looked surprised and shouted in disbelief, "It's Lord Filmore, hehe, you can actually test those things on the noble black dragon."

Nefarian seemed quite displeased by the goblin's somewhat abnormal reaction, and waved his hand to disperse the light curtain without saying a word, looking down at Filmore, who had stopped crying for some time, and was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up.

Nefarian's eyes, and the previous conversation, made Filmore understand what fate awaited him, and he shivered unconsciously, and his body began to tremble.

"Okay, you go to Krisik, and he will take care of your problems. Nefarian looked deeply at the human boy and said slowly, "This is your last chance, Filmore. ”

Filmer, who originally wanted to say something, was shocked very obviously after hearing Nefarian's words, and the look of struggle in his eyes quickly faded, and after standing up and bowing, he strode towards the other end of the hall, and soon disappeared from Nefarian's sight.

Silence returned to the hall, leaving only the owner of the Black Stone Tower, the current ruler of the Black Dragon Legion, sitting quietly, as if thinking about something.

"That human youth, how can you give me a sense of déjà vu?" After about half an hour, Nefarian said to himself, "It's just a weak scum I've never met, how can it make me feel"

With a hint of doubt that could not be answered for the time being, Nefarian's figure slowly became transparent, and finally disappeared from the throne.

The different meetings between the two camps that took place at opposite ends of the Burning Plains had no significant impact on the already complex situation.

At least not on the surface.

Everything continued to follow its original trajectory, and every day there were battles large and small, and a large number of members of the Storm King** Regiment, the Orcs of the Blackstone Tribe, the Black Iron Dwarves, and wild creatures died.

Before I knew it, time passed in a hurry, and half a year had passed in a blink of an eye

To the southeast of the Burning Plains, the Second Army of Storm is stationed, and the mountain peaks on the east side of the canyon.

"Whew!" Yang Long, who was standing on the cliff, gasped, but his sweaty face was filled with joy: "Finally advanced to the seventh order!"

Since being rescued by the Second Legion of the Stormwind Kingdom, Yang Long has been staying in the legion station, waiting for the appearance of the Holy Light Energy to slowly regenerate the body that is equivalent to a crippled body.

With the assurance of Reginald Windsor, the Supreme Commander of the Second Legion, Yang Long will be able to go to Stormwind City at any time as long as he recovers his health, ending his more than ten years of exile.

This period of time should be the most comfortable time for Yang Long since he left the Arathi Heights.

The Second Legion is located on a large scale, and although for some unknown reason, the supplies here are very scarce, but the huge army of nearly 100,000 people and various defense towers still make this military camp impregnable.

Yang Long, who has visited this place countless times, can no longer be familiar with it, it is certain that even if it is the undead army that is ravaging Lordanlun, if he wants to capture this place head-on, it will definitely not be able to do it.

Yang Long hadn't seen Reginald Windsol since that meeting after he woke up from a coma, but judging from the unreserved openness of the Second Legion's station, Yang Long had the full support of this odd temperament marshal.

It stands to reason that under such conditions, Yang Long would not have to rush to the uncertain future of Stormwind City, but he did not like this kind of sheltered life very much.

Therefore, once the Holy Light Energy was born in the body, Yang Long immediately used it to treat the severed limbs of the body.

The powerful regenerative ability of the Holy Light caused Yang Long to regrow his entire right arm, and it took less than a month, but when Yang Long mobilized the Holy Light and stimulated his left arm to start growing, it was greatly hindered.

After fighting with the black young dragon Filmer, Yang Long, who finally scared off the enemy's coma, after consuming ten times the holy light energy of his right arm, grew a new left arm, covered with black stripes like twisted silk threads.

These stripes started up with the left shoulder, as if they were innate, and even if Yang Long peeled off the skin and dug out the muscles, he could not separate these stripes.

At the same time, although the flame energy in Yang Long's body was refilled in less than two months, he didn't know why, he couldn't mobilize and stimulate to form magic, which made Yang Long very depressed for a while.

The severely damaged qi veins made it impossible to use the qi for a year or two, and if the flame magic could not be invoked, then Yang Long, who could only use ice magic to fight with **, would undoubtedly have most of his strength weakened.

It is for this reason that the original plan to start in two months has been delayed until now, and almost seven months have passed today, and Yang Long finally regrew his left arm.

To Yang Long's surprise, when his left arm was completely restored to its original form, the Flame Magic was able to be used again, and before he knew it, he had been promoted to the rank of the Seventh Order.

This discovery made Yang Long very excited for a while, and from the vigorous magical energy in his body, Yang Long could be very sure that the weakness of the magic energy that was inferior to that of a magician because of himself had been made up.

Now the total energy of the flame element in Yang Long's body has reached more than ten times that before he advanced to the high rank, which is inconsistent with the information he has learned, after the magician is promoted to the high level, the magic energy is only doubled.

The only explanation is that this promotion was a blessing in disguise, so that Yang Long's original magic energy was only one-fifth of that of a magician of the same level, and it was expanded as if he had been reborn.

And that's not all!

After recovering his body and feeling the increase in magical energy, Yang Long couldn't wait to come here, wanting to try several inheritance secret techniques that could only be used when he reached high-level strength, but found something that shocked him first.

That is, Yang Long could actually release a trace of black flames!

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