Huoye's alchemy lab was located in the former stronghold of the Blood Elves, a simple and cramped cave, but now it was filled with several top mages and a Dragonflight.
After Unas and Helen entered, the cave became even more crowded, but none of the noble mages seemed to mind. Only Alexstrasza had recently learned the Polymorph, frowned. She had transformed into a petite and alluring Blood Elf, striking in both her face and figure.
"Have you all reached a conclusion?" Unas skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"That parchment scroll is indeed written in Draconic, but I don't recognize a single word!" the Little Red Dragon said confidently, as if he were quite proud.
"That illiterate dragon! "Unas thought to himself. "If only Mati'gosa were here, the Blue Dragon lady wouldn't be so ignorant."
Omar, the dragon scholar, was an old pedant with a white goatee. He adjusted his round glasses and began to speak eloquently, "Draconic is a primitive, profound, and complex magical language. Often, a single symbol can have completely different meanings depending on the context. The number and form of characters are constantly changing with the capricious dragons, and different Dragonflight have their own unique character forms. Even after studying it for so many years, I can often only grasp the general concept intuitively; a perfect translation is impossible. And this letter is also powerfully encrypted with magic..."
Rhonin coughed, interrupting the old scholar's rambling, "Master Omar means that although it's difficult, a method has been found, is that right, Master?"
The old man glared at Rhonin with displeasure. His greatest hobby was boasting to others about how difficult Draconic was, so being interrupted naturally displeased him. However, he had to give the leader of the Kirin Tor some face. "Chief Rhonin is right. Although the Dragon Language on this letter is incoherent and irrelevant, it is actually a spell. As long as it is pronounced correctly, the content of the letter will naturally appear before everyone."
Do you know the correct pronunciation of all the Dragon Language on this letter?
"I recognize 90% of the characters, and I can roughly distinguish the rest by deduction."
Unas shrugged. "Then what are we waiting for? Master, please begin reading the letter."
"Young man, don't be hasty, I haven't finished speaking yet," Omar shook his head. "I've already read it several times, but it had no effect. After some research, I discovered that this letter has another magical restriction—only the Black Dragon clan can obtain the information contained in the letter."
Unas felt his head start to throb again. As far as he knew, there were very few Black Dragons left in the world, and no Black Dragon would be willing to help humans decipher the secrets of their own kind.
Fortunately, Omar continued, "I can simulate the aura of Black Dragon to deceive this restriction, but I lack some spellcasting materials."
What materials?
"Any part of the Black Dragon Body, of course, the more the better."
"This... do you want me to hunt down a Black Dragon?" Unas frowned; slaying a dragon was no easy task.
"There's no need for that. I can buy the materials, but the problem is I'm not sure who has them or is willing to sell. It's all about luck, so I don't know how long it will take to collect enough."
"What we lack is time." Unas looked around. No one present knew where to buy Black Dragon body parts. After all, Black Dragons were extremely rare in this world, and no one would openly boast that they had Dragonflight body parts; that would only invite unnecessary trouble.
Omar then changed the subject, "I heard that you have Teleportation Array here, Sir Knight, that leads directly to Blackrock Depths. I think everyone knows who the true master of Blackrock Spire is; there must be several Black Dragons living there."
Blackrock Spire is ostensibly controlled by the Blackrock Orcs of the Old Horde, but in reality, the mastermind behind it all is Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince who lives atop the tower. This powerful Black Dragon is obsessed with creating biochemical experiments on the Chromatic Dragonkin and dreams of possessing a Dragonflight army capable of sweeping across the world.
Of course, in the game's storyline, his plan was thwarted by greedy adventurers before it could be realized, but now Unas has no intention of provoking him.
During the war in which Rendaen conquered Shadowforge City, the Old Horde in Blackrock Spire tried to take advantage of the chaos and captured some territory, but were eventually driven back by a flood brought by Water Elementals.
Once the tide had turned and Rendaen had won, the Old Horde knew there was no good opportunity for the time being, so they did not rashly restart the war. At present, the two sides maintained a fragile peace in Blackrock Mountain. If they rashly provoked the Black Dragon at this time, the war might break out again.
Rendaen hasn't found a permanent solution to the Molten Core problem, and getting involved in another war would be foolish. Unas also has to consider the Dwarves ' interests, as his interests underground are tied to Rendaen's throne.
"It's not advisable for us to attack the Black Dragon in Blackrock Spire right now; that would create a huge mess."
Omar stroked his goatee. "Who said we were going to attack the Black Dragon? We just need to collect their scales."
Just as snakes shed their skin, dragons occasionally shed their scales. Dragons disdain these scales, but to other races, Dragon Scales are precious materials for making armor.
"Nefarian and his minions have been entrenched in Blackrock Spire for years, and they should have shed quite a few scales. We only need to collect a few," Master Omar said as casually as if he were picking mushrooms.
How much is needed in total?
"At least 30 pieces, preferably with dragon teeth and bones."
Unas paced back and forth a few times, deciding to splurge. "How about this," he said, "Have Chief Rhonin and Master Omar return to Dalaran and put up bounties. The mages' collections are vast and profound; perhaps we can buy some. Time is of the essence, money is not an issue. I can afford a few Dragon Scales."
Omar muttered to himself, "I still want to go inside Blackrock Spire..."
Unas said, "The plan to infiltrate the upper levels of Blackrock Spire to collect Dragon Scales is too dangerous. I'll think about it again, and I also need to consult with Rendaen first."
The Dark Iron Dwarves have fought the Old Horde for so many years, they must know each other very well, Unas needs their help.
"Cowards! What danger is there? Lead the way, and I'll bite that evil, filthy Black Dragon to death!" Alexstrasza's voice was very loud, as if she had been holding back for a long time.
Of course, this is a huge boast. How can a nameless Red Dragon who has just come of age and only knows how to fight hand-to-hand with its teeth and claws possibly compete with the infamous Black Dragon Prince, whose magical power is unparalleled?
Moreover, Nefarian was still the master of the Old Horde, and his minions alone were enough to drown the lone Little Red Dragon.
But no one present wanted to offend a Dragonflight, so no one called out the Little Red Dragon's boast.
Omar had studied Dragonflight for half his life, but he was still somewhat bewildered by the Red Dragon's ignorance and arrogance, and his opinion of the Red Dragon plummeted several notches.