Along the path of red magma, Zhang Chengshen kept moving forward with one foot shallow and one foot shallow.

The continuous high temperature environment has made his brain a little confused. He can\'t remember clearly. Now it\'s the first day he entered the burning plain. Even if he keeps cooling his body with ice magic, it still can\'t alleviate the dual fatigue of physiology and psychology.

As a modern urban resident with well-developed public transport, he realized for the first time that it was so hard and painful to get on the road.

Fortunately, disguised as an orc warlock saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Although occasionally attacked by fire and lava elements, the black stone orcs stationed in the simple fortress, as well as the black young dragons, young dragons and dragon people wandering in the hilly areas, will not take the initiative to attack. Occasionally, orcs will take the initiative to say hello.

But he didn\'t understand the orc language at all. He didn\'t dare to make too much contact with each other. He could only pretend to be cold and tall, nod his head, and then leave without saying a word.

There is no doubt that this practice not only avoids being torn down by identity to some extent, but also cuts off the shortcut to the upper layer of the black stone tower.

Just when Zhang Cheng began to doubt whether the little physical strength left could support him to walk to the Blackstone tower, a huge black shadow suddenly flashed over his head, followed by the strong wind.

Before his dull brain could react to what had happened, a young black dragon with an elongation of more than six meters fell from the sky and blocked the only way.

"Humble human! The master wants to see you!"

"Master?" Zhang Cheng suddenly realized that his identity had been exposed, and a nervous look flashed in his eyes.

"That\'s right! Don\'t try to resist or run away. I promise you will be killed by me and my brothers and sisters before your ridiculous spell works." after that, the young dragon opened his mouth and roared loudly.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Black Dragons from five meters to seven meters flew from all directions.

They kept circling in the sky, and some even spewed dragon breath mixed with the double harm of shadow and fire.

Obviously, these young dragons are no longer pure black dragons, but special varieties transformed by the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian. This dual attribute dragon breath also has a loud name, called shadow flame

According to the gossip from somewhere, only the armor made of the scales of the adult black dragon can resist the attack of the shadow flame. Otherwise, once ordinary people are exposed to the shadow flame, they will be swallowed on the spot, and even bone debris will not be left.

Zhang Cheng didn\'t want to try the power of shadow flame at all, so he wisely didn\'t choose to resist, but took the initiative to change back to his original appearance, smiled and replied: "what are you waiting for? Lead the way. I can\'t wait to meet the great highness Nefarian and his ongoing experiment."

"Hum! Stand still! I\'ll take you to the master now." the black dragon shook his head contemptuously, put his right claw on Zhang Cheng\'s shoulder, and then loudly sang the ancient dragon language magic.

Soon, the energy in the air became restless, and finally gathered into an energy enough to tear the space. One person and one dragon disappeared in less than three minutes.

After the intense squeezing and dizziness disappeared, Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes and found that he had come to the top of the Blackstone tower. Through the stone guardrail not far away, he could even see the Blackstone volcano splashing magma below.

In the spacious platform, a man wearing black armor and a bright flame crown was sitting on the throne at the highest place, with his eyes shining with terrible gold.

There is no doubt that he is no one else. He is the eldest son of "Deathwing" nesario, the current leader of the black dragon legion, the brother of Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, and the famous Nefarian.

Although Zhang Cheng had already seen the real dragon in the song of ice and fire, he still felt a trace of instinctive trembling and fear in front of the dragon power emitted by the other party.

Don\'t mention him. Even the black young dragon that came over crawled on the ground and bowed his head to show humility to his master.

"Interesting human, can you tell me what drove you to the dangerous burning plain? And what made you persist in such a harsh and difficult environment? Honor, wealth, or power?" after a long silence, Nefarian first broke the silence and asked in a slightly pondering tone.

As the owner of the black stone pagoda, he can\'t hide his every move from the burning plain or the burning canyon.

In fact, from the moment Zhang Cheng passed through the gate, he hid in the dark and observed silently, trying to find out the other party\'s intention.

You should know that the burning plain is not a place where normal people will come. Whether it is an alliance or a tribe, they only barely maintain an outpost for spying intelligence. Therefore, generally speaking, every guy who comes to the burning plain often carries some important task and mission.

However, after a period of observation, Nefarian found that Zhang Cheng did not go to the Morgan post established by the alliance at all, but went straight to Blackstone volcano.

This unusual behavior undoubtedly aroused his interest, so today\'s scene came.

"No, your royal highness, the driving force behind my progress is neither honor, nor wealth, nor power, but knowledge. If you don\'t mind, please give me a living body, and I will show you some interesting research results. Then you will understand the purpose of my coming." Zhang Cheng bowed and asked at the same time.

He knows that if he can\'t prove his value at the first time, the next thing waiting for him is likely to be death or more terrible torture than death.

"Oh, red, send a prisoner up," Nefarian said to a glowing bead next to the seat.

After a while, a human with bloody wounds all over his body was escorted to the hall. Some of the wounds had festered and festered. If Azeroth\'s physical quality was not far better than the earth, he would have died by virtue of the injury alone.

However, he is not much better now. He has not only lost the strength of resistance, but also his eyes are particularly lax. If he is not treated in time, he will die in two or three days at most.

The indifferent Zhang Cheng didn\'t care about the prisoner\'s tragedy at all. In front of the Black Dragon Prince, he poured a small bottle of jelly like mucus completely composed of red into the target\'s mouth.

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The dying prisoner suddenly gave a roar, followed by the muscles all over his body, which bulged at an exaggerated speed. His height also grew from one meter eight to two meters five. His terrible power could not resist even the orc soldiers, and his neck was cut alive by his thick arm