Dagran's question made Salayan stunned for a moment, and then he showed a dazed look.

"It turns out that the two of you are worrying about this problem."

Thinking about it carefully, the worries of the two are not groundless.

Before defeating the fire element and regaining freedom, the Black Iron Dwarves had the powerful backer of the Fire Demon King behind them.

Getting rid of slavery is certainly a good thing, but it also means that the Dark Iron Dwarves no longer have someone behind them like the Blackrock Orcs.

If the black dragon and the black stone orcs were informed of the retreat of the fire element, the original balance in the black stone mountain might be broken, and the black stone orcs would invade the inherent territory of the black iron dwarves even more recklessly.

Unfortunately, the deactivation of the Black Rock Volcano is visible to the naked eye. As long as the black dragon is not a fool, it is easy to draw the conclusion that the fire element has completely withdrawn from the material world.

In the next period of time, let alone launching an attack on the Blackrock orcs, Dagran and Moira would in turn pray that the black dragon would not immediately order the Blackrock orcs to take the opportunity to attack the Blackrock Abyss.

Sharlayan weighed it a little bit, and decided to tell them about himself... or Wyrmrest Temple's plan for Blackwing Lair.

"About the group of black dragons occupying the upper level of the Blackrock Tower, you two don't need to worry too much, their good days will not be too long."

A mysterious smile appeared on Sharlayan's face: "The specific situation involves some extraordinary existences, please forgive me for the inconvenience of telling."

"What I can say is that within one and a half years at the latest, the Black Wing Lair will definitely suffer a blow."

"With the shrewdness of the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, I don't believe he didn't predict this."

"No matter how the future develops, in the next year or so, the Black Dragon probably won't have the time to allow the still weak Blackrock orcs to attack the Blackrock Abyss, and may even take the initiative to shrink the line of defense."

Abyssian has been studying in the Obsidian Temple for many years, and the knowledge and combat experience that was lacking in the previous 10,000 years have gradually been supplemented.

Moreover, as the name of Ebby's Xian, who is also the black dragon prince, gradually became famous, more and more establishment black dragons who lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests knew about this pure-blooded black dragon royal family who was not affected by Deathwing's mad blood.

After hearing the news, a large number of establishment black dragons have returned one after another, and the decisive battle between the two black dragon princes has been put on the agenda.

Moreover, one and a half years is a relatively conservative estimate. According to the more optimistic guess of the current situation, within a year, Abyssian should take the initiative to launch an attack on the Blackwing Nest.

What worried Sharlayan was that he accidentally learned about the latest movement of Deathwing during his trip to Blackrock Mountain.

Sharlayan is still unable to determine when Deathwing will return. If the black dragon of the establishment led by Ebyssian happens to bump into Deathwing himself... the ending will definitely not be good.

This is also the reason why Sharlayan would rather put Valeera and Onyxia in danger than further investigate the information.

At this juncture, even a slight omission of information may lead to extremely serious consequences.

Dagran and Moira didn't know where Sharlayan's self-confidence came from, but after this joint battle, the two of them understood a lot about the Marquis of Deep Shadow, who was deeply trusted and respected by the Sun King. He's not the type to brag.

Although there is no sign of a change in the situation yet, Sharlayan's consolation still reassured the Dagrands a lot.

Dagran: "Then... when is the best time for us to send troops to retake the gate of Blackstone Mountain?"

"This..."

Sharlayan rested his chin on his hand and considered for a while: "If you have spare energy, you can do it now."

"With the current limp state of the Blackrock Orcs, I don't think they can withstand the impact of the Black Iron Dwarves in good condition."

What Dagran worried about was nothing more than the reaction of the black dragon behind the Blackrock orcs, but there was no need for it.

For the black dragon headed by Nefarian, the Blackstone orcs are just serving their servants, and the war between mortals is just a fun for Nefarian.

The high and high black dragon has no opinion on who controls the gate, as long as the black iron dwarves don't take the initiative to intercept the black dragon coming in and out.

Daglan asked with some surprise: "Is it that simple?"

Sharlayan shrugged his shoulders: "It's as simple as that. The orcs' combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced due to the side effects of the demon's blood fading, and they have no ability to expand outward. It would be good if they can hold their own one-acre three-point land."

"If you are still worried, you can let the black iron elite who participated in the Molten Core battle take a break for a while and observe the changes in the situation."

"The news of the complete defeat of the fire element is not a secret. Nefarian will soon be able to deduce the truth through the abnormal changes of Blackstone Mountain, or...he knew from a long time ago that the situation would develop in this direction."

"If a month later, the Blackrock orcs, who have known the truth for a long time, still don't take the initiative to invade you, it means that the Black Dragon does not intend to completely occupy the Blackstone Mountain, and you can safely and boldly launch actions."

Dagran and Moira looked at each other, and they both nodded at the same time: "Thanks to the analysis of the Marquis of Deep Shadow, the uneasiness in my heart has finally subsided a lot."

Moira interjected, "I'll stop here for the time being about the Blackrock orcs. I hope that the Marquis of Deep Shadow can help me bring a copy of my family letter to Uncle Muradin so that he can pass it on to my father."

'Family letter...? '

Sharlayan's heart moved, and he was keenly aware of something.

But he didn't ask in depth, he just agreed with a smile: "No problem, I should leave Black Rock Mountain within a week, and then I will take time to go to Muradin and hand over the family letter to him."

When Moira signaled the personal maid to hand over the family letter that had been prepared to Sharlayan, Dagran's eyes showed surprise.

"Within a week? Does the Marquis of Deep Shadow have anything to do in Blackstone Mountain? If you need help, please feel free to ask."

Sharlayan smiled noncommittally: "It's just a private matter. If it goes well, it shouldn't disturb Darkforge City."

"But just in case..."

Sharlayan's eyes flashed: "During the last week, both of you, please tell the clansmen to keep going out as much as possible to avoid disaster."

…

Watching Sharlayan's courteous farewell and departure, Dagran frowned slightly and looked at his think tank - Moira.

"What does the Marquis of Deep Shadow mean? Could something happen in the Black Rock Mountain?"

Moira lowered her head and pondered for a while before shaking her head: "I don't know, at least in the process of conquering the Molten Core, he didn't reveal any clues."

"However, I guess his waiting in the Black Rock Mountain this week should be related to the Black Dragon."

Daglan asked curiously, "Why?"

Moira spread her hands: "The fire element has been routed back to the elemental world, and the Blackrock orcs are in a very bad state as he said."

"The relationship between our Dark Iron Dwarves and Quel'Thalas is already very close. There is nothing to worry about. Excluding the above three possibilities, what do you think is worthy of his concern in Blackrock Mountain today?"

"Black Dragon..."

Dagran looked at the top of the palace thoughtfully: "Oh, I hope that the Marquis of Deep Shadow will work harder and drive those black dragons away."

Moira slapped her husband on the back angrily: "What good things are you thinking of? Didn't you hear Sarlayan say that you have to wait for a year or so?"

…

When Sharlayan went to the palace to meet Dagran and Moira ~lightnovelpub.net~ The mages in Silvermoon City finally prepared a large portal.

Liadrin and Cirvanas were relatively calm, and they didn't drink too much like those carnival head soldiers. They got up early and came to Stellagosa's side to guard, patiently waiting for the latest order from the land.

After getting the exact news from Stellagosa, Cirvanas and Liadrin went out in person, calling the soldiers who were still sleeping soundly to line up from room to room.

After sending away these elite soldiers through the portal, Silvermoon City sent a diplomatic team of more than a dozen people.

These professional diplomats will be fully responsible for discussing the follow-up detailed cooperation matters with the Dark Iron Dwarves, and Sharlayan will not need to personally ask these trivial bargaining matters.

After being sent off respectfully by the leading senior diplomats, Sharlayan waved goodbye to them freely, and led Stellagosa, who was finally safe and sound, slowly to the surface along the winding mountain road built by the black iron dwarves.

"How are they? No accident?"

"Well, so far so good."

Without the burden of being a teleportation beacon, Stellagosa's eyes regained their former agility, and she devoted herself to paying attention to the movements of Valeera and Onyxia.

"but…"

Stellagosa frowned suddenly: "Is it my illusion? They seem to have been going back and forth in the same area."

"Is there a spiral staircase in Blackwing Lair?"

Sharlayan froze for a moment, and glanced at the barrage as quickly as possible. After getting a clear negative answer, his face immediately became gloomy.

"As far as I know, no... the situation is not good, Nefarian should have discovered them!"