Alsace was incredulous and asked in surprise, "You mean...... Orcs and ...... And the red dragon attacked this village in search of ...... Food?" Although the fishmen themselves attack other intelligent creatures, and the orcs retain the customs of the beast, the red dragon ...... As one of the oldest and noblest sapient beings in the world, would they eat other sapient beings alive?—is this the same group of red dragons who will declare war on the Scourge for the safety of the world of Azeroth?

"Yes...... Do you think that's wrong?" said Valastaz sadly, "I beg Taran to stop the orcs from doing this...... But Taran refused to agree. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI think Clay is right...... We, our race, shouldn't be like this...... Queen...... The queen would not have given such a cruel order!"

The little red dragon fell into a confused self-blame, and Arthas suddenly felt a little pitiful - after all, Arthas, as an enemy of the orcs, did not feel the slightest sadness for the death of these fishmen, but the little red dragon was feeling self-reproach for the actions of his companions - perhaps, this is the real red dragon with a compassionate character!

"I've seen the queen once......," the little red dragon fell into a memory, "Taran has only allowed me and my siblings to meet the queen once. Queen She ...... She was sleeping. She is so powerful and so beautiful. As I approached the Queen, I felt kindness and peace...... Despite her sleep, the queen was still haunted by pain...... My siblings and I, who were allowed to touch the Queen's body, were shaking all the time...... She is the most beautiful red dragon I have ever seen, and the most benevolent...... God, if it were the Queen, she would not allow such a cruel thing to happen!"

Perhaps by her innate compassion for humanity, Valastaz expresses her displeasure with Taran and the cruel orders she conveys. Listening to the little red dragon's intermittent recollections, Arthas had a conjecture in his heart - as Crassus said, the red dragon Taran must be a bad fellow, but the red dragon queen ...... It is likely that they were coerced, or controlled, which caused the Red Dragon Legion to join the orcs in the battle against the humans, and as for why the Red Dragon suddenly disappeared in the original time stream, Arthas is unclear, but he prefers to believe that as long as the Red Dragon Queen is out of that controlled state, the orcs should lose the help of the Red Dragon.

"I'm going back......," Valastaz began, "I'm going to ask Taran what all this is all about...... From here, it's dangerous, and whatever you're going to do here, be careful, but I advise you to go back to human land, the orcs...... They're brutal, and my brothers and sisters...... There are also some who have lost themselves. ”

After the little red dragon said these words of exhortation, he shook his neck, spread his wings and flew into the distance. Arthas felt that he was suspected of deceiving the children - this little red dragon was really too similar to a human child - Arthas and the others were obviously thieves who went to the little red dragon's house to wreak havoc, but the little red dragon not only regarded these thieves as the object of confiding, but also told all the things in his own family......

Of course, Frost Sorrow has a different opinion about such a little red dragon - "It's stupid. Little Demon Sword said with some disdain. Mograini looked at Arthas and asked what he was going to do next. "It should not be far from Grimbaatar. Arthas thought for a moment and said, "Let's keep going, and we'll get there...... Let's observe the defense situation there on how to sneak in. ”

As Arthas and the others left the slaughtered fish-man village, waded through the stream, and continued along the mountain road towards Grimbaatar, in a large hall in this magnificent dwarven city, Nesario, the human uncle who had just quarreled with Taran, was playing with a dragon egg.

The egg had undoubtedly been picked out of the container that the orcs had just picked from the tail end of the red dragon, and the sticky liquid on it had been air-dried, and the whole egg was smooth and moist. Nesario spun the dragon egg in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a twisted wave of movement flashed in the air around Nesario, and a tall High Elf appeared beside Nesario out of thin air. The High Elf was shirtless, his muscular muscles covered in strange rune tattoos, his blue and white robe from the waist and below, and a spaulder on his left shoulder, which was wrapped in a crystalline hourglass.

"My brother...... Nessario, haven't you given up yet?" the High Elf spoke, his tone ethereal. "I'm called Deathwing now, my brother...... Nozdorm. Nesario replied dissatisfied. For some reason, Taran didn't care about what he called him, but in the face of the High Elf, Nesario struggled with a name.

"Uh-huh...... I see, Nesario. Just as you don't like to call me Mnozdo, it's just a matter of habit...... Over a long period of time, habit is the foundation of my ability to find a way out. The High Elf paid no attention to Nesario's rebuttal.

"Well, the name or something......" Nesario muttered, abandoning the debate on the subject, "My brother, does the future you see still not changing?"

Above this almost realistic picture, there is a desolate and lifeless wasteland everywhere. In the middle of this wasteland, there was a tall minaret, a huge black dragon with its back down, pierced through its entire body by the spire. The dragon's head hung back, almost close to the ground, its wings drooping and riddled with holes, apparently dying here after a hard fight.

With a wave of his hand, the image faded, and the High Elf said to Nesario, whose face had become very ugly, "My brother...... Why do you have this question? As I said, this future cannot be changed. With every timeline I've observed, that's where the final flow goes. ”

"I know, I know. Nesario stood up impatiently, hovering on the ground with an anxious look, "At that time, it ...... Enzos showed me this picture, but it told me that if I did what he told me, things would change in 10,000 years, and now 10,000 years have passed, and the future will still be the same, I ......"