Three days later—Kalimdor.
Boom! The massive body of Deathwing heavily landed on the highest peak of the Stonetalon Mountains.
Morphis scanned the surroundings. Most of the Black Dragon Lords from the Black Dragon Legion had already arrived. There were a total of nine Black Dragon Lords, encircling him, with countless black dragons on the outer ring, covering the mountains like a dark cloud.
This was the third large-scale assembly of the Black Dragon Legion this year.
The first was the Dalaran Dragon Plague incident, the second was the Black Gate battle, and now they were about to join the war between the Night Elves and the Centaurs. It had to be said that the Black Dragon Legion's level of activity was unprecedented.
"Morphis!" he called out.
An Ancient Black Dragon immediately flew out from the crowd of dragons.
"Lord Nesario, what are your commands?"
