Listening to the Rangers discussing the use of the Flying Battle Armor, Herad could only shake his head in speechlessness.
What was there to discuss about this piece of equipment?
The Flying Battle Armor was meant to save their lives, so how had it turned into a discussion about using it as a magical prop to show off?
However, that was simply the nature of the High Elf.
Actually, these Rangers, who were closer to nature, already had a very low-key style of conduct.
To better fight in the forests, the Rangers gave up dazzling bright red and purple colors.
Their leather armor and cloaks were all dyed green or other inconspicuous colors.
For High Elves who were obsessed with dressing themselves up like peacock butterflies, this was definitely a very rare change!
Yet under conditions that permitted it, the Rangers were still very keen on showing off.
Of course, the premise was that they could fly smoothly.
Otherwise, flying up and crashing back to the ground would simply be making a spectacle of themselves!
On the terrace atop the cliffside tower under the cover of night, the Small Arcane Golem flew up smoothly under Herad's gaze.
Then it rapidly gained altitude and streaked toward the Blackrock Spire in the southwest.
The Blackrock Spire was the only passage between the Searing Gorge and the Burning Steppes.
The scale of this giant fortress, carved out of the highest peak of the Blackrock Mountain Range, was so massive that it could not be described in words!
Those crazy Dark Iron Dwarves entrenched in this place hollowed out a huge mountain thousands of meters high just to satisfy their vanity.
It was larger than Ironforge and taller than Ironforge, aiming simply to outdo Ironforge in every way.
They had already been enslaved by