He stepped down to stand with her, and the black-jawed monster was placing the dragon egg on a stone platform in front of the Void Dragon

"Slow down, slow down......" she whispered, as if she were facing a baby.

After completing the mission, the black-jawed monsters departed. At the top of this stone platform is a rectangular piece of black-spotted granite that is clearly unknown to the surrounding area, as if it were an altar. The four pillars that support the granite are like dragons standing upright. Zendari didn't know exactly where his mistress had found the platform, but he could clearly sense its antiquity and the many spells cast on it. A latent magical power permeates its stone structure, attracting blood elves. It can be seen that this platform has been used many times in its long years, and if the light red traces on it are left from those years, it must be some so-called "for the innocent people" spell.

Zendari didn't care about sacrifices or sacrifices in his work, and that didn't get in his way. He didn't think about whether what he was doing was evil and unclean - full of ambition? Yes. The inevitable cost? Yes. But it is not wicked and unclean. Like his people, his thirst for magic drives him to explore the mysteries of magic at any cost. He thought carefully about what he had to do to achieve his goal.

Many people fell and died in the process, but he didn't care about such small things, because he didn't care. After all, it was just dwarves, humans, or some other inferior creature.

The lady in black studied the dragon egg for a few seconds, as if she could see through its viscous shell. She placed the little sky-blue box in front of the egg. Then, she smiled at the imprisoned behemoth in front of her, and stretched out her long, pointed fingers to insert the protective film

The worm melted with a rattle

"Come here and do me a favor, dear Zendari......"

He eagerly walked over to her, gathering all his magic and merging it with hers. This unique talent of the Blood Elves makes him even more valuable to the mistress and gives him a voice. He had brought a unique and powerful spell to his mistress - a technique like energy siphon from the demons or some other inhabitant of the Twisted Void - to support her. Zeendari knows this well, and can even be said to be the pinnacle.

It also helps him to have free reign over many foreign sources of mana or powerful minions, from which not even his mistress can claim control unless he kills them. This was another reason why she had to tolerate his temper tantrum. He was standing beside the hostess. The hands slowly opened, making the same gesture as the hostess and draped over the eggs. Suddenly, they connected their respective magical powers together to form a unique and unique form. At the same time, the blue box and the white crystal also burst into dazzling light.

Zendari's companion reached out his left hand towards the imprisoned Void Dragon.

The white crystal hummed ominously. Each crystal shot out a trembling light and struck the Void Dragon's body.

Where the crystal light shines, blue tentacles of energy are generated, and they continue to spread over the struggling beast. Even though the silver ropes grabbed its throat, its muffled moans made the cavern tremble. As the witch channeled, the blue tentacles continued to extend downward, eventually touching the center of the egg. The dragon egg vibrated and swelled to twice its original size. The eggshell gradually turns sky blue.

"It'...... now," she whispered to Zendari.

As if one and the same, the two simultaneously cast their respective energies into the framework of the spell, mixing them with the energies they had stolen from the Void Dragon. The dragon egg suddenly erupted into a violent storm of energy, and the evil light illuminated the entire void. The black-jawed monsters, though they could resist most of the magic of the mistress ritual, quickly hid in the farthest corners to avoid being affected. And the dwarves who gathered together, although they knew that the cave above their heads was in danger of collapsing, at least they knew what kind of bad luck would await them if they ran out of the cave at this critical moment.

The air was constantly popping. The witch's long black hair fluttered up, and the black veil was lifted, revealing her burned, disfigured side. The lips were already two scorched black flaps of flesh, and they looked like skeletons smiling. underneath the bandana. All that was once the ear was a hole enclosed by charred flesh remained.

She held her hands aloft, Zendari imitating her movements perfectly. They continued to infuse the dragon eggs with the mixed energy, and continued to take away the essence of the Void Dragon.

The Void Dragon's struggle grew stronger. It managed to shake the entire cavern, but all the efforts were pointless. A huge stalactite came loose and slammed into the ground. An unresponsive Blackjaw turned into a puddle of flesh from the impact of the rock, and the two casters didn't notice it in the slightest.

Zzerakul—the blood elf remembered the name of the Void Dragon—glowed slightly, as if it were about to melt into the mist. And the ropes also bound the outlander beast here, waiting for death. At the behest of their mistress, they brutally controlled Zlakou.

Under the constant entanglement of the two sorcerers, more and more of the Void Dragon's magic and essence flowed into the swelling giant egg. Zendari reckoned that the egg was about to explode. It has grown beyond the equilibrium value......

Indeed, a crack burst open on one side of the dragon egg. But the caster wasn't surprised or frustrated by this, as they knew very well that the rift had nothing to do with their spells, at least not directly. Soon the reason will become clear. Something is fervently longing for freedom

This dragon egg is hatching.

In the light of the egg, the faces of Zendari's companions became more and more distorted and evil, full of cruelty and indifference, even the black-jawed monster could not be distinguished. The terrifying countenance was enough to frighten every human—certainly not her companion, for he was a blood elf

"Ah...... My child ......," she murmured, sounding like a mother calling her children. "Ah, come on, my child. ”

The cracks opened one after another, and the eggshell began to peel off gradually.

One eye stared out and blinked...... No one has ever seen such eyes.

Even though it was just born, there was cunning, viciousness, and unimaginable old age in that gaze.

The bay that separates Lordaeron, Dalaran and Grimbaatar is vast, but for Claiostraz it takes less than five hours to fly. But now the red dragon landed like a seabird on a raised reef in the sea. It has to stop and rest. He felt that maintaining his image as a stubborn mage for a long time had weakened him by many, many abilities more than he had imagined. Unfortunately, there was no chance of recovery, and a fierce wind struck him, and a sudden storm forced the red dragon to give up any intention of resting. He struggled to soar into the sky. Continue his journey.

But the weather was against him, and the storm grew so fierce that even the sturdy red dragon could only toss and turn like leaves in the wind. He immediately rushed into the clouds and struggled to climb up, hoping to get over the storm above the clouds—and with great effort, he succeeded.

The red dragon sensed that the storm was not entirely a product of nature.

Instead of being blocked here, take a more direct route. Clay Ostraz turned straight for Grimbaatar. At that moment, the wind suddenly reversed course and slammed into the red dragon as if it were about to knock him into a mountain.

"It can't be accidental......," the red dragon thought secretly, "it's a spell." But he didn't have time to think about whether it was meant to be used against him, or if it was just for dragon hunting. The most important thing now is to get rid of this spell as soon as possible

Generally speaking, he was used to spells against spells, and although Claiostraz felt that it was not wise at the moment, he had no choice. The magic formed a shell on the red dragon's exterior that was strong enough to withstand the storm, and he slammed into the clouds.

In an instant, the red dragon was hit by a storm ten times as strong as before. A series of lightning bolts struck, and the wind blew him toss. The rain washed down like a torrent. He couldn't see what was going on at all.

Claostraz endured his dizziness, painfully realizing that it was his own power that enhanced the storm—that the people behind the spell must have intended it. The red dragon was blown around in the air, and the world seemed to be turned upside down. Claostraz was helpless, and now he couldn't climb to the clouds. He had only one choice, and it was clear that the enemy behind the scenes wanted this ending.

Claostraz arced and plunged into the tumbling current.

The moment he immersed himself in the water, he immediately understood that he was wrong again, but there was no turning back. Even though Clyostraz had keen eyesight, here he could see nothing. Except for a few yards around him, the entire bay was unnaturally dark. It was as if a monster several times his size was floating up and devouring the red dragon. But he couldn't see anything.

There are some dragons who are naturally underwater experts, but no matter how good the red dragon is, they are all dragons of the sky. If nothing interferes, Clyostraz will only be able to stay underwater for less than an hour. It's obvious. He had to get back into the air as soon as he could.

A voice whispered to him in his head.

Another wave of dizziness overwhelmed Clay Ostraz, who could no longer tell the way. The red dragon lunged upward, greeted by a dark rather than a storm that would freeze his soul.

And the voice grew clearer and more powerful, and it chanted repeatedly. Cleostraz knew the language well, and he tried to resist the call of temptation, keeping an eye out for every trap that would kill him

All that was left was darkness...... The lungs of Clay Ostraz, the oppressor of the sea. The Red Dragon didn't know how long he had been submerged, perhaps longer than he had imagined...... It was no longer felt when it was, nor where it was, only the whispers of incessant chanting.

"I'm not going to fall here!" The red dragon roared in his heart. The face of his dear consort, Alexstaza, the Red Dragon Queen, came to his mind. But the Queen's countenance faded and grew darker and darker—an ominous sign.

But that only made him more determined. Claostraz gathers her power to cast a desperate spell.

Radiance erupted around him, burning the darkness from the abyss.

In the flash, the red dragon finds the source of a qiē trouble, the Naga. (To be continued.) )