When Blackia and Gallon arrived in the green field, it was not yet dawn and the world was silent and gray.

The two little dragons are very fast. Young dragons generally do not stay in unknown areas for too long, and rarely waste time on the road. If the dragon represents magic and treasure, then the real dragons below the youth are the mobile treasures they want. Therefore, even if they have been living for many years, for them, Eladia is still full of danger and time is tight.

Fortunately, the two little dragons have arrived at their destination safely now.

On the edge of the Black Wings Nest, in the morning before the dawn was revealed, Garon quietly climbed up an old tree, his black body disappeared between the canopy, entrenched on it, looking into the green field.

Before the true dragon has powerful power and magic, never think about flying low altitude to observe the situation. Even the white dragon knows this.

"How is it, what did you find?" Blackia's breath was circulating in the air, and she looked around with caution.

"Um--"

Lao Shu was making overwhelmed wails. In order to avoid making more noise, Garon immediately climbed down after watching for a while, scratched his chin with his claws: "No...no, nothing."

"idiot."

Blackia cursed habitually, but the north wind blew away her voice, and the jungle swayed gently, making a rustling sound. The female dragon twitched her nose a few times, then raised her head: "I smell the stinky smell of the scum of the dog-headed man. The old green dragon should still be here."

"What should we do now?"

"Go to find her right."

After that, Garon stopped responding and just followed the female dragon quietly. They immediately left the edge of the green field and entered the black winged nest with thick black fog, trying to find the traces of the poisonous mother Sylvia.

The abundant rainforest of the past has now changed. The two little dragons are becoming more and more confused as they walk in. This is not like the place where the green dragon lives, but is more suitable for the black dragon.

This is the result of the Black Wing Clan's environmental transformation, and it has now shown some results.

There are few green woods in the green fields nowadays, most of which are black fir and red forests that the Black Dragon Emperor likes. The forests are composed of dark gray sentry trees, stout iron wood, and red withered trees.

So the two little dragons felt that the environment they were in was like a dark and primitive place. Here, century-old ancient trees lie across the surrounding area, emitting a scent of moisture and corruption. The thick and thick black trunks were crowded with each other. The tangled roots were swaying with each other deep in the strata, and the winding branches and leaves weave a dense tree top on the top, like ghost ghosts with teeth and claws.

The sun has come out, but the visibility here is still very low.

"Blaxia, are you sure this is really Green City? We haven't taken the wrong path?"

Gallon followed behind the female dragon, maintaining a stupid look, but the scattered topaz pupils were slowly gathering.

He stared left and right. This was a place of deep silence and gloom. He knew it was an evil creature at a glance, but this did not include the green dragon.

This shouldn't be the case for the green dragon to live in.

Unfortunately, Blackshia didn't see Gallon's appearance. She didn't even look back and continued to move forward. A series of dragon words appeared in her mouth: "If there is a real dragon that will make mistakes in grasping the direction, it should really go back to its eggshell and be reborn. Idiot, are you questioning me?"

Gallon stopped talking and had to continue walking forward with her. The two little dragons climbed up a wide, low hill and basked in the morning light before they slowed down and observed the environment and made a new assessment.

“This place has been burned.”

Gallon said that such an open space suddenly appeared in the dense jungle, which was strange no matter how you looked at it, especially in many places where there were still charred marks.

"I know very well."

Blackia bent her neck and sniffed it on the ground: "But it didn't smell, it seemed that it had been a long time."

As she said that, her expression suddenly changed, then she held her breath and began to dig the soil, dig open the soft soil layer accumulated by the wind and sand, poked her head in, twisting her neck left and right.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly pulled her head back, holding a handful of decaying skeleton in her mouth.

"There are corpses buried below."

After easily chewing the bones, Blackia changed the place again and used her claws to dig it out. After half a minute, she grabbed another handful of rugged bones.

“A lot of things have died in this place.”

The female dragon stared at the various and incomplete bones in her claws.

Instead of following her words, Garon straightened his neck, opened his mouth and let out a low dragon roar, and made a warning posture: "Something is coming."

The female dragon lying on one side immediately raised her head when she heard this. Her body was bigger than the black dragon beside her, so she was more imposing. The black dragon standing on the hills and valleys on both ends, one left and one right, looking down below.

It happened that the rising red sun spread the morning light, making their scales shine brightly.

The dragon's power of the young dragon spreads outward.

At first, they thought that the guys rushing over were ordinary wolves, like wolves, but as the distance approached, the size of those monsters that looked like wolves and dogs became more and more exaggerated. The one who led the lead was even larger than that of Blacksia, and was a huge monster with a head of eleven meters.

They have been surrounded.

"Dog Demon."

Gallon bent his waist. In the Dragon's inheritance, there are introductions to these guys living in the dark area, species created by their demons and horror wolves.

Of course, in the eyes of the True Dragon, although these guys are not common and have purgatory bloodlines, they are still despicable and inferior bastards.

"dragon?"

The dog demon leader Nero looked at him with his head tilted. It was not unfair that they had seen dragons, disaster dragons and green dragons, but this was the first time Nero had seen such a small person.

After looking at it, the cold and silent dog demon leader immediately began to drain out water, flowing from his mouth covered with fine fangs. It remembered the true blood given by the emperor before, which seemed to be produced from the dragon's body.

However, although due to talent, all the dog demons had a boiling desire to swallow, they still did not launch an attack immediately. They were about to be promoted to the privileged clan and must be cautious at this time and not tolerate mistakes.

Nero followed the rules of the Black Winged Nest, suppressed his roar and was not afraid of the dragon's might, and asked, "Dragon, what are you here to do?" As he spoke, he drooled again.

These hybrids.

Blackshia cursed her secretly, and the dog demon's unrespectful attitude towards the True Dragon made her angry.

However, considering that this was Sylvia's territory and the other party was crowded with people, she finally didn't open her mouth and squirted out a sour breath.

Two white air spurted out from his nose, and the female dragon said in a bad tone: "We came to visit Ludu specifically to seek refuge with the powerful Ludu Emerald, Ms. Sylvia, take us to meet your master."

After sleeping for a long time without asking about the world, she didn't even know that Sylvia had already gained a new name.
Chapter completed!