When blakia and Garon came to the green field, the world was quiet and gray before dawn.


    The two little dragons are very fast. Young dragons don''t stay in unknown areas for too long, and they rarely waste their time on the road. If dragons represent magic and treasure, the real dragons below young people are mobile treasures they can take. Therefore, even if they have lived for many years, Aladia is still full of danger and time is urgent.


    Fortunately, the two dragons have now reached their destination safely.


    At the edge of the black wing nest, in the early morning before dawn, Garon quietly climbed an old tree. His black body was hidden between the tree crowns, perched on it and looked into the green field.


    Before the real dragon has powerful power and magic, it should never think of flying at low altitude to observe the situation, which even the white dragon knows.


    "Well, what did you find?" blakia''s breath was steaming in the air and looked around vigilantly.


    "Well -"


    The old tree was making a heavy dumb cry. In order to avoid making more noise, Garon looked at it for a while, climbed down immediately and scratched his chin with his claws: "no... no, nothing."


    "Fool."


    Blakia used to scold, but the new wind dispersed her voice. The jungle swayed gently and made a rustling sound. The female dragon moved her nose a few times, and then raised her head: "I smell the smell of dog headed people''s scum. The old green dragon should still be here."


    "What shall we do now?"


    "Go straight to her."


    Then Garon stopped answering, but quietly followed the mother dragon. They immediately left the edge of the green field and entered the black wing nest with strong black fog, trying to find the trace of the highly toxic mother Sylvia.


    The rich rain forest in those days has changed its appearance. The two little dragons are more and more confused as they go inside. It is not like the place where the green dragon lives, but more suitable for the black dragon.


    This is the result of the environmental transformation of the black wing clan, and now it has achieved initial results.


    Nowadays, there are few green trees in the green fields. Most of them are black fir and red forest loved by the Black Dragon Emperor. The forest is composed of dark gray sentinel trees, strong iron trees and red withered trees. (of course, the black wing nest is not exactly like this. Behind the crown fortress, there is still a garden full of flowers.)


    Therefore, the two little dragons feel that their environment is like a dark and primitive place. Here, century old trees span the periphery, emitting the smell of moisture and corruption. The thick black trunks crowd each other. The tangled roots wrestle with each other in the depths of the stratum. The winding branches and leaves weave a thick tree top above their heads, like a ghost with teeth and claws.


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


    "Blakia, are you sure this is really a green city? We''re not going the wrong way?"


    Garon followed the female dragon and kept a simple and stupid appearance, but the scattered Topaz pupils were slowly gathering.


    He stared from side to side. It was a place of deep silence and gloomy suffocation. At a glance, he knew it belonged to evil creatures, but it did not include the green dragon.


    The environment in which the green dragon lives should not be like this.


    Unfortunately, blakia didn''t see Garon. She didn''t even look back. She continued to move forward. A series of dragon words came out of her mouth: "if any real dragon will make mistakes in grasping the direction, it should roll back to its eggshell and be reborn. Fool, are you questioning me?"


    Garon was silent, so he had to continue to follow her. The two dragons didn''t slow down until they climbed a wide low gully and bathed in the morning light. They observed the environment and reassessed it.


    "This place was burned."


    Garon said that it was strange to see such an open space suddenly appear in the dense jungle, especially that many places still left charred traces.


    "I know."


    Blackhia bent his neck and stuck it to the ground and sniffed, "but it doesn''t taste. It seems that it''s been a long time."


    With that, she suddenly changed her expression, then held her breath and began to dig the soil. After digging out the soft soil layer accumulated by the wind and sand, she put her head in and twisted her neck left and right.


    Then she jerked her head back with a rotten skeleton in her mouth.


    "There are bones buried below."


    She chewed the bone easily and swallowed it. Blakia moved to another place and planed with her claws again. Half a minute later, she grabbed another handful of jagged broken bones.


    "A lot of things have died in this place."


    The female dragon stared at all kinds of incomplete bones in her claws and said.


    Garon did not follow her words, but straightened his neck, opened his mouth, issued a low dragon roar, and put on a defensive posture: "something is coming."


    The female dragon lying on one side immediately raised her head when she heard the speech. Her body was bigger than the black dragon beside her, so she was more powerful. The black dragon standing on the gully highland at both ends looked down from left to right.


    Just at this time, the rising sun sprinkled the morning light, making their scales shine.


    The dragon power of the young dragon spreads outward.


    At first, they thought that those who rushed over were ordinary wolves such as terrible wolves and wolves. However, with the distance, those monsters like wolves and dogs became more and more exaggerated. The leading one was even bigger than blackhia''s body. It was a huge monster with a head of 11 meters.


    They have been surrounded.


    "Dog demon."


    Garon arched his waist. In the inheritance of the dragon, there is an introduction to these guys living in dark areas. They are a species created by the hybridization of demons and terrible wolves.


    Of course, in Zhenlong''s view, although these guys are not common and have purgatory blood, they are still cheap bastards.


    "Dragon?"


    Nero, the dog demon leader, looked at them with his head tilted. They had not seen dragons. Disaster industry dragons and green dragons were powerful real dragons, but Nero saw such a small one for the first time.


    After looking at it, the cold and silent dog demon leader immediately began to drool from his mouth full of fine fangs. It remembered that the real blood given by the emperor seemed to be made from the dragon body.


    However, although due to talent reasons, the dog demons all have a boiling desire to devour, they still do not attack at the first time. They are about to be promoted to a privileged clan. At this time, they must be careful and can''t make mistakes.


    According to the rules of the black wing nest, Nero restrained the ethnic group that roared and was not afraid of the dragon''s power and asked, "dragon, what are you doing here?" his saliva dripped again.


    These bastards.


    Blakia scolded, and the dog demon''s fearless attitude towards the real dragon annoyed her.


    However, considering that this is Sylvia''s territory and the other party is crowded, she finally didn''t open her mouth, but a sour breath gushed out.


    The female dragon said in a bad tone, "we specially came to visit Lvdu, want to go to the powerful Lvdu jade and Ms. Sylvia, and take us to see your master."


    Sleeping for a long time, she didn''t even know that Sylvia had a new name.