"Boom!"

Located at the top of the Black Stone Mountain, a pitch-black shadow suddenly flew upside down from the door of the Black Wing Blood Ring, and fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Fortunately, the black dragon's body was solid enough, and Nefarian didn't kill him.

Although this adult black dragon was scorched black and had suffered from the fall damage, he was not afraid of his life.

Blasting away the uninvited guest who disturbed his mind, Nefarian turned back into human form with a blank face, and stood in silence for a few moments before turning back to the lab table and starting work again.

"Did you forcibly take away my right and left hands...... Heh~ Although the means are a little simple and crude, you can barely be considered qualified. ”

"So, what will you do when you know the truth? Let me see. ”

……

After knocking out Bartos, Sarjan and his party quickly escaped from the Black Wing's lair through the open window of the throne hall.

Nefarian's lieutenant was knocked unconscious and taken away in public by an unknown intruder, and the Black Dragons, who had occupied the upper echelons of Blackstone Mountain for many years, had never suffered this kind of humiliation.

For a long time to come, even if Nefarian himself did not speak, the excited black dragons would spontaneously go out to search for Baltos's whereabouts.

No mortal wants to face the red-eyed black dragon.

In order to avoid causing trouble to the Copperbeard Dwarves, Sarren did not fly in the direction of the Badlands, but turned around and flew west towards the sea.

With the blessing of the wind element bestowed by Sunderland, the darling of the wind, Sarjan and his party flew far faster than normal.

They skimmed through the rebuilding harbor of Stormwind and headed south, skirting the barren Wild West, before landing in the middle of the jungle of the Densely Covered Valley of Thorns.

After a long tug-of-war, the jungle troll civil war in the Valley of Thorns has entered a relatively smooth phase.

The alliance of small clans led by the Dark Spear, the Skulls and Bloodtops that had to join forces, and the suzerain-lord clan Gulabash, who still sits in the capital city of Zurghrab.

The three forces have reached a delicate balance in the northern part of the Valley of Thorns, restraining each other, and none of them dares to send troops at will.

In comparison, the Dark Spear Clan, whose core territory is located in the southern part of the Thorn Valley, has a greater advantage, and the Cracker, Bloodtop, and Gulabash Clans, who have broken each other's heads before, have a faint tendency to cooperate against the enemy.

Under the hard work of the Dark Spear Chieftain Senkin, the combined power of the small clans with the Dark Spear as the core has developed rapidly.

The Blackwater pirates of Booty Cove belong to the Hot Sand Consortium, and Sarren has long signed a cooperation agreement with the Prince of Hot Sand Trade, and Booty Cove's continued supply of living materials and weapons and armor to the Darkspear Trolls is part of the agreement.

With adequate supplies, Senkin and Woking, father and son, lived up to Sarren's expectations.

Not only did they not be driven out of their hometown in ashes like the original history, but they united the various small and medium-sized clans that had long been unpleasant to those big clans, and counterattacked all the way back to the northern part of the Valley of Thorns, and even attacked in front of the Zur Grab Gate for a time.

If it weren't for the sudden armistice cooperation agreement between the Bloodtop and the Skull Crackers and the Gulabash Clan, Senjin would have led a large army into the jungle troll capital.

Even so, the imposing Dark Spear Clan overwhelmed the three major clans that were once invincible, and had to temporarily abandon their previous suspicions and cooperate against the enemy.

However, the long-term Senjin could see that the cooperation between the Skull-Cracked Blood Coalition and Gulabash could not last forever.

In previous wars, both sides had a large number of casualties in the hands of the other side, and this hatred could not be suppressed so easily, and the unresolved contradictions would explode sooner or later.

Ignoring the voices of the other clan chiefs urging him to march immediately, the old and solemn Senjin stationed his army on the shores of Lake Neferiti.

When Sarjan learned of Senkin's decision, he praised Valilla and others for his calmness and wisdom.

In a word, Senjin wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, deliberately put on a posture that he did not want to continue the attack to the north, and waited for the irrepressible hatred between the skull-blooded coalition army and Gulabash to explode.

After flying over the Savage Coast, Salian and his party landed in the Gulabash Arena, which had long been controlled by the Darkspear Clan.

At this time, gladiatorial performances were being held in the arena according to the custom.

A bearded, middle-aged human male, wearing only a crotch cloth and holding a sword and shield in his hand, was battling a massive thunder lizard.

In the first half of last year, Senkin consulted Sarayan on the operation of the Gulabash Arena.

At that time, Salian advised him to keep the Darkspear Clan open to outsiders, and to take the opportunity to run the Gulabash Arena into a large entertainment venue that anyone could enter with a ticket.

As a teenager, Senkin went to study abroad in Zandala, and during that valuable academic career, he learned many advanced concepts.

After returning to his clan and taking over the chieftain from his father, Senkin immediately ordered the abolition of the troll's long-standing cannibalistic habit.

Under Senjin's continuous transformation, to this day, the Darkspear Clan is open to the outside world and connects with the world to the greatest extent of the troll clan, even surpassing the Zandalar Clan, which was beaten by Kurtiras, who did not dare to go to sea again.

The spectators in the arena stands were not only trolls, but also humans, dwarves, high elves, goblins, and gnomes and other common races in the Eastern Kingdoms, and some of them were dressed very decently, and they knew that they were of extraordinary origin at a glance.

However, at this time, these ordinary dignitaries and nobles were no different from the other spectators around them, all of them were feverishly watching the most primitive fight between man and beast in the arena, and their mouths were still shouting excitedly.

"Iron Head! Kill it, I'll buy you to win! ”

"Thunder King! Turn this ant into charcoal! ”

Gambling is an inevitable part of the viewing of beasts, and it is a must-have.

No matter who buys or loses in these audiences, the Dark Spear Clan, which is operating behind the scenes as a dealer, will definitely make a steady profit.

It's a pity that the audience in the arena was going to be disappointed today, and the human-beast battle they were expecting didn't make it to the end.

Three huge shadows descended from the sky, almost completely obscuring the bright sunlight dropped over the arena.

Except for the gladiator who was still struggling to fend off the Thunder Lizard's attack, all the spectators looked up at the sky in unison.

"Ahh

It's a dragon! ”

"Run!"

The audience, who had just been screaming, changed the tone of their roar from frenetic excitement to panicked screams.

The Darkspear Troll Guards, who maintain order inside and outside the arena, are also dumbfounded, and their training manuals never mention what to do in the event of a dragon attack.

The first to land was the blue dragon Stella Gossa, who turned her eyes to look at the thunder lizard, which was stunned by the dragon's tail and did not dare to move, and playfully flicked the dragon's tail to whisk the hapless creature away, making room for Onyxia and Sunderland to land.

Woking, the son of Chief Senkin, was patrolling the main road of Cape Thorn Valley, and when he heard the commotion coming from the Gullabash Arena, he immediately urged the Swift Dragon Mount under him to speed up and rush to the arena to check on the situation.

Unlike the spectators and guards who were stunned by the "Dragon Attack", Woking has followed his father in the north and south in the past few years, accumulating a wealth of combat experience, and stimulating his own potential earlier than in the original history.

Woking couldn't help but be taken aback when he first saw the three dragons, but after a calm observation, he noticed that something was wrong.

The blue dragon that was completely intact and just a little dusty was not to mention it.

The two black dragons were covered with hideous wounds that had not yet fully healed, and one of them was obviously unconscious, lying on the ground motionless, even sticking out his tongue.

The other black dragon who was still conscious was in good shape, but looking at her panting appearance, it was obviously not in the best condition.

Weaving did not think that the dragon would attack the strategically unimportant Gulabash Arena with injuries, and he calmly restrained his restless men, cautiously and patiently waiting for the rest of the situation.

It didn't take long for Woking to see an old acquaintance jump off the blue dragon's back.

"Marquis of the Deep Shadow?!"

Woking breathed a sigh of relief and walked up quickly to greet Sarren.

"You're welcome to inspect the Valley of Thorns for yourself, but you're ......"

Woking looked at the three dragons on either side pointedly, and Saljan received his signal, and waved his hand helplessly: "It's a long story, anyway...... Let's lock down the arena and take these spectators down and watch them out. ”

"Before I say I can release them, make sure that no one can spread the news of this place."

Woking didn't know what medicine was sold in the Sarian gourd, but he had always been a man of gratitude.

Sarjan saved the Darkspear Trolls at their most dangerous moments, and without Sarren's continued help, the Darkspear Trolls would not have been able to conquer such a vast territory as they are today.

"I see."

Woking didn't ask much and agreed without hesitation.

"Marquis of Deep Shadow, please bring your ...... Come with me, friend, and find a suitable place to settle them down. ”