"They ran away!" The Blood Elf roared, "They've run away!!"

The woman in black looked at him through the mask, and although he was about two or three inches taller than her, he still felt like he was looking up at her. At the same time, as if for an instant, he suppressed his anger under her intimidating gaze.

"An obvious spy, Zendari, we don't need to care about them at all, the fate of these guys is already sealed, you know. ”

"But there's still a lot to learn and explore in their creations, a lot of magic, magic that has never been heard of!"

The greed in Zendari's eyes flashed as he spoke of magic sent a contemptuous smile to his companion. "It's just a trifle, blood elf. She brushed the scorched veil over it, "It's just little things that don't mean anything to our ultimate goal." ”

He was impressed by her wisdom and the beauty in the darkness, and not only, "What is our ultimate goal, my lady?" yes, what are our goals? My ambitious magician. The lady in black turned away without saying a word.

The two men were standing at the entrance to one of the upper levels of Grimbato's labyrinthine cavern passage. Even though it is perpendicular to the foot of the mountain, it is easier to get into the depths of the cave than the entrances to the lower levels for guests. The uninvited will only find the trap-filled paths, and the sentinels who have been disguised by Zendari's magic.

Those who intruder can only weep, these spells are for them......

The Blood Elves cast one last glance around Grimbaatar, looking beyond the desolate landscape at the foot of the mountain, much more recovered after the period when the orcs had enslaved the red dragons, and the deceptive lush greenery lurked many natural and man-made threats against the invaders. Six-legged crocodiles await their prey in the water, and the kobold tribes—who are terrified of Zeendari and the Lady in Black—await the fools who have dabbled too deeply. Even more terrifying guardians are the giant ooze monsters, silt-like devils that devour any creature it comes across. In the dry lands of the northwest, lizard predators hunt for any fresh prey.

So full of life, so full of death. Zeendari felt that the vegetated realm was so far away from where he had been, a place he had once had what he had been looking for, and now dreamed of returning.

The pain of the memory made him want to curse. But Zendari suppressed the thought and followed the masked woman. Throughout the night, he led the dragonmen in search of the rare treasures, only to have the remaining dwarves as timid as rats flee back to their secret caves. After that, he could only swear to his mistress that he would destroy all those nasty ghosts. Although they all think that those damned dwarves though will not ruin the ultimate goal of the real yàn. But at least it will delay the progress of Shiyàn - dwarves have become the most intractable obstacle at the moment. So he made this plan, this perfect plan

But Zeendari didn't know that two of their real products would choose to escape from Grimbaatar at this extraordinary moment

"How could it be? He roared, and though he knew what kind of torture awaited his mistress when she was provoked, he could barely control his tone...... She had killed two of her right-hand men with just one mistake, and though he knew that his mistress needed his skills badly, he had to tread as carefully as he tread on thin ice. His companion was so crazy, but it didn't get in the way of her sanity.

"Those dragonman guards are heartless things. I told them that those two guys might be quite resistant to some bondage spells, and that there were some signs before that, and the guards should have come to warn me. These idiots obviously don't understand what it means to prevent problems before they happen. ”

The Blood Elves cursed the Guardians, the Guardians of the Dragon Eggs were neat and efficient at carrying out things like slaughter, and were usually absolutely loyal to their duties. Although they were not trained to be as cunning as the Dragonmen, this was not an excuse for the current situation, as they could have been capable of a task far more complex than that of a sentry. The Blood Elves had a hard time believing that they had made such a big mistake. "I should have dug out their black hearts......"

"There's no need to bother yourself. They're almost done, and it's time for the kids to see the world. She walked gracefully through the tunnel, caressing her veil as if she were a queen in a castle. "Plus, it's going to be a fun test. ”

"Test, my lady, they're going to make a big mess, and they're going to get some powerful guys to find out. Maybe it will attract people from Dalaran, and even ...... Worse!" It's easy to imagine what would happen to a "worse" scenario. Azeroth is more powerful than all the wizards of Dalaran, and even more powerful than all the people of the land of Azeroth combined.

She laughed again after listening to him, but this time with some cold anticipation, "Yes." Some people will really want to come and find out, and they will really want to come ......

Before he could say it again, they went to the higher position of the huge cave, and below it were their massive prisoners. It was still struggling to break free from its magically made shackles. The black-jawed monsters excitedly surrounded the glittering monster, checking each rope to make sure they could imprison the Void Dragon, adjusting the white crystals that their mistresses had just prepared for the next stage."

"Filthy creatures. Zendari grumbled. When it comes to aesthetics, blood elves are no different from other elves. He wrinkled his nose as one of the turbaned creatures ran towards his mistress and presented a small square box with blue stripes.

"Obedient creatures. She corrected, then motioned for the Black-Jawed to leave. The dwarf-like creature hurried back to its companions. She held the box up to Zendari, "Do you see, I can order them whenever I need to." His expression changed from disgust to greed, and Zeendari stared at it with a green glow in his eyes. "So, is it just a matter of eggs?"

"Isn't it always like this? aha, they brought it to ......."

Four black-jawed monsters approached, scaly dwarves laboriously carrying a large, oval-shaped egg, nearly a meter in diameter, with a thick brown shell encased in a layer of oil. Oily objects are constantly dripping down and falling on the porters.

There is no disagreement about the breed of this egg.

A dragon egg.

"They can hurry!" Zendari urged, ignoring the fragile value of the egg and ignoring its heaviness. "If it's too long, the egg won't be fresh......"

His grumbling came from above. And his hostess clearly didn't care: "The outer wrap will protect it, and the beetle will keep anything fresh inside, no matter how long." Zeendari was amazed at the age of the egg and the value it would have for their project. In fact, if the egg could not be kept in the dark, their plan had no chance of success.

It wasn't the first time he had been shocked by her abilities, even though he had been through the centuries and had seen quite a lot. (To be continued.) )