"His Royal Highness Prince Alsace, we have arrived. "The farce between Arthas and Winlessa was about to come to an end, and Mograine had already come over and stood beside Arthas to remind him.www.biquge.info

Arthas glanced at Winlessa, the High Elf Ranger just snorted coldly, and then turned his back, the little prince was bored, but he also knew that at this time, or for some time from now on, he had better not provoke Winlessa, so he took Frost Sorrow's hand, poked his head out slightly, and looked from the back of the Red Dragon Queen to the ground.

The Red Dragon Queen seemed to know that this was the destination of Arthas and the others, and at this time the speed of her flight had decreased, and the altitude had begun to sink slowly, even Arthas, who was not outstanding as a human, could see the Dammod Fortress on the ground under the light of the twin moons and the torches all over the walls.

I'm back!Muradin, Prince Danas, you're all right!—Arthas clenched his fists and muttered to himself—even though he had only been gone for a day, Arthas was still worried about it.

Judging from the banner at the head of the fortress of Dammod, the silver-white hammer passed through the simple emblem of the golden ring icon, indicating that the fortress was still under the control of the combined forces of humans and dwarves, which calmed Arthas's heart a little, but this did not mean that Muradin Copperbeard and Danas Thorbain, as the commanders of the coalition, were safe, and Arthas had to see it with his own eyes.

"Shall we land like this?" The muffled voice of the Red Dragon Queen came from the feet of Arthas and the others, at this time, the Red Dragon Queen had almost stopped flying forward, and only stopped in the air by flapping her wings, so the voices of Arthas and the others could also reach her ears.

"No, Your Excellency. Let's go say hello to our common enemy first. Arthas tightened his grip on Frostmourn's hand and set his eyes on the red willow forest outside the fortress of Dammod - in the forest, the faint glow of a campfire flickered and disappeared, and Arthas knew that it was the headquarters of the orc army besieging the fortress of Dammod.

"Hello?" the Red Dragon Queen's voice was full of confusion.

"That's right. It's time for these invaders to taste the bitter fruit of their own brewing!" Arthas smiled cruelly, making both Winlessa and Mograini on the side feel the same in their hearts - did such a smile really belong to a child who was only ten years old?

In the mangrove forest outside the Dammod Fortress, the moonlight shuttles through the forest, reflecting the strangely shaped, twisted branches of the red willow on the ground, shattering into countless mottled silhouettes.

In the middle of the woodland, several old willows were lowered to the ground, and an orc sat on the thick stump of a red willow with a large, square-bladed battle axe in his hand, none other than the chief of the Warsong Clan, the first warrior among the orcs, Grom Hellroar.

At this time, Grom was staring at the flickering bonfire in front of him with great interest, gently stroking his bare chin with one hand, and then said, "So...... Nexus Cruise, do you think, these two things...... Hmm, or rather, can these two monsters bring more powerful combat power to the tribe?"

"Yes, Grom. "On the opposite side of Grom Hell's roar, in the shadow of a red willow, stood a man covered in black robes, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes, which was particularly stunning in the dark night.

"Interesting...... But it seems to me that their ...... Here, there seems to be something wrong. Grom removed his right hand from the end of the axe handle of his weapon, Bloodroar, pointed at his head, and put it back in its place - although both orcs and humans have traditionally believed that classes like mages, warlocks, and shamans require higher intelligence, Grom finds this theory completely untenable. For a warrior to be invincible, in addition to a strong body, he must also have a calm heart and a careful mind, in other words, a fool with no brute force can become a good warrior - such as ogres and gorons, despite their strength, they are always defeated by the orcs.

"That's why, Grom, they're available to us. The dragons' strength is strong enough, and if you add the dragons' intelligence, I'm not sure they'll follow my commands. What's more, the birth of the dragon beast requires the sacrifice of the orcs, I know that the warriors of the orcs should die on the battlefield, not in this way, but there are also some weak orcs who cannot become the existence of combat power. And these orcs ...... I think they should be willing to give their lives for the strength of the tribe. "It was the black-robed orc who said this, and he, the orc warlock that Arthas and the others had seen outside the orc cottage in Grimbaatar, the Necrus Skullcrusher of the Dragonmaw Clan, the commander of the orc's operation to imprison the Red Dragon Queen in Grimbaatar.

"Hmm...... You're right, but one thing to remember is that Necruz, our weaker people, they are not supposed to be willing to give their lives for the strength of the tribe, but they will. Although it is very sad, but to be honest, in recent years, in many clans, there are more and more unsuccessful clansmen, if they can all become dragon beasts...... Maybe we can get a strong army soon. However, the premise of all this is based on the fact that what you call 'drake' is really strong enough, do you know what I mean, Necrus?" Grom didn't care about the fact that orcs turned into drakes was equivalent to death - if the drakes brought by Necruz were really strong enough, Grom even planned to bring his son, who was born frail and sick, here and turn him into a drake at once, so that at least it would be of some use to the clan.

"I understand, Grom. In Grimbaatar, we've done experiments - a drake can kill twenty orcs in an instant, and that's how dragonbeasts can do it. Necrus said.

"Twenty?" "Twenty?" Zuhlard's voice sounded from not far from Necruz, and behind him, were the two sons of the late Blackstone Clan chieftain Blackhan, Red and Maim, I don't know if it was because they were too tired, the two young orcs looked a little listless, and they were half-asleep with their backs against the low trunk of the red willow behind them.

"Yes, chief, twenty. Necrus bowed slightly, showing respect for Chief Zuherd.

"No, no, Necruz, you didn't understand what I meant. Twenty orcs are nothing in combat power, especially ...... With these orcs belonging to the Dragonthroat Clan, compared to the warriors of the Warsong Clan, you are a bunch of eggless. As he said this, Grom let out a wanton mockery, and strange sounds echoed through the red willow forest, and some of the Warsong Clan warriors who had fallen asleep woke up from their sleep, and just as they wanted to scold, they recognized the voice of their chief, and in an instant they died down and lay back on the ground.