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The orcs fled, and with the orc's brave fighting style, it was almost an incredible thing. But in the face of this completely one-sided crushing, no matter how thick the nerves of the orcs are, it is not unacceptable to escape.

Instead of chasing the fleeing orcs, Dorag circled in the air to lower his altitude, and finally stopped at the castle gate with a gust of wind pressure.

Standing on the ground, Dorag is actually taller than the city wall, so this scene is slightly joyful.

Feeling the terrifying gaze of the silver dragon in front of him, Uther still felt breathless even though he knew that the other party was not hostile. It's not that he hasn't seen dragons before, but this one in front of him is obviously different, and he even suspects that the other party is a five dragon king-level storage zài.

"Hello, mighty dragon, I'm Paladin Uther, may I ask your name" Uther gave a knightly salute to Dorag.

"Hello, a human knight blessed by the Light, my name is 'Dorag O'ai Harkkini', and I am the blue-eyed dragon of light."

As a dragon with a light attribute, it is normal for a paladin to have a good impression, not to mention that the one in front of him is actually a young messenger of light. Paladin, as his title is. A paladin must be trustworthy if a paladin is unable to be humble, honest, merciful, heroic, just, sacrificed, honored, and spiritual. Then the Light will be far away from Him. In other words, a knight blessed by the Holy Light must be a person worthy of trust and respect. Even a young and weak paladin is more trustworthy in people's hearts than any other powerful class.

"Thank you very much for your help," Uther was slightly surprised by Dorag's friendly attitude, after all, the dragons have always been very proud. So it's a little flattering, "Otherwise, the city will be ruined." ”

"Uther, to be polite, there is no need to say more, those orcs have the breath of a demon on them. Maybe you can explain. ”

"Yes......"

Uther gave a brief explanation of the ins and outs of the orc invasion, and Dorag had more or less an idea of the current situation.

"So, do you know how Grimbato goes? Maybe could you give me a map? Dorag asked Uther.

"It used to be a dwarven castle, but now it's the rear of the orcs, and you can get there from here to the south, ...... map" Uther looked at Dorag's size with some embarrassment.

Indeed, imagine a giant dragon holding up a map of humanity with two fingertips......

Dorag also didn't think about it, he hadn't turned into a human for a long time, and he couldn't remember it, especially since he became a blue-eyed dragon, he had never become a human.

Raising his head, in a burst of dazzling white light, the figure of the dragon disappeared, and the person who appeared in the eyes of Uther and the other soldiers was-

The silver is straight and long, the cyan eyes seem to be like psychic jade, a silver armor full of science fiction colors, a chic half-covered wing helmet, and the armor also has its own mechanical structure style wings.

・・・

Uther blushed slightly...... Although it's true that the other party is a giant dragon, I didn't expect to be such a heroic girl who turned into a human form.

Uther is like this...... The other soldiers couldn't even pull out their eyes......

"Quack~? The situation is not good...... "Obviously, she has the appearance of an iceberg beauty, and the tone of her voice is ...... Seems to be a combination of the former blue-eyed Ultimate Dragon and Hilfield, "Meow a Mi, it seems to be Hilfield's spiritual fusion Aru ......"

Dorag should have spoken less now...... It seems that more human soldiers were killed in the battle this time than in the previous siege battles......

"That...... Miss Halquekini, shall we go get the map......" Uther came back to his senses, a little ashamed in his heart. He immediately reminded Dorag what needed to be done now.

"Woo, I know"

Ignoring the other soldiers' 'you've done something superfluous', Uther walked to the command post on the city wall and pulled out a map of the area where the orcs were at war. The battle lines of the alliance and the tribe above are staggered, and it looks a little chaotic.

However, Dorag knew that if the orcs gained the power of the dragon, the alliance would once again be on the back foot, and it would take a considerable amount of time to fight back.

Leaving Keldaron Castle, Dorag flew all the way over the elven kingdom of Sindelan and the battle-filled Arathi Heights. Overwhelmingly routed an orc force at the Saldo Bridge and reached Mordand, where you only need to cross the Iron Ridge to reach your destination.

……………… Grimbato ..................

"Necruz!"

Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan and shaman, strode down a long corridor, glaring at any orc who stood in his way.

"Necruz!" He roared again.

"Here, here I am," Necrus Cruscher limped out of a nearby cavern, his wooden prosthetic legs leaning against the rough stone floor, his head buried so as not to hit the door, "What's wrong?" ”

Zuluhid quickly stood beside him and glared at him.

"How's the weapon?" Zuluhid asked, "Are you ready?" ”

Necruz laughed, showing his yellow teeth, "You can come and see for yourself." ”

He turned and limped along the path he had come, Zuluhid muttering after him. He hated this place. It's called Grimbaatar, that's what the dwarves call it, it's one of their fortresses. Now it belonged to the Dragon's Throat, and although the room here was large enough, he despised the low roof, let alone the doors, which was enough for the dwarves, but barely enough for most orcs. They were in the process of expanding, but it wasn't easy to deal with rocks, and they didn't have much time for these boring things. The fort is very well equipped, built inside the hill and easy to defend, which is very important.

Necrus led him into the depths of the fortress, eventually to a vast underground chamber. Here, heavy black chains were attached to the wall, and Zuluhid was breathless at the sight before him. A huge creature filled the room, coiled in comfort or despair, its wingtips sweeping across the roof, its tail pounding against the distant wall. There was a row of torches stuck in the wall, and the light of the fire shone on the scales, red as blood, red as flames.

Dragon.

This is no ordinary dragon. This is Alexstrasa, the greatest red dragon, the mother of her people, the queen of her people. Perhaps the most powerful creature in this world, powerful enough to wipe out an entire clan with a wave of claws, and capable of swallowing all ogres in one bite.

They still caught her.

It was Nate Cruise that did it. After weeks of searching for a dragon, they came across a lone male red dragon flying high above the forest, one of his wings wounded. Zuluhid didn't think about what could hurt such a huge creature, but it made their job easier. They followed the red dragon to his family's lair, the top of a high mountain, surrounded by dragons, flying like birds in the sky. They watched the summit for days, unsure of what to do next, until Necruz announced that he had tamed the Demon Souls. Then, slowly, cautiously, they approached the top, where they saw Alexstasa and her three mates. The dragon queen immediately noticed them, opened her mouth, and killed four orcs in an instant with flames. But Necruz stepped forward and suppressed her. On his own. He ordered Alexstasa and her family to follow him, and they obeyed. In those days, the entire clan was praising Necruz, an orc who single-handedly intimidated the entire dragon clan.

But without Zulushid, or the artifact he is now in, the crippled warlock would not have been able to do this. Zuluhid had hoped that he would use it, but the Demon Souls did not respond to him and his shamanic spells. Just following Necrus's call, now, this lame orc is the only one who can use it.

But that's also acceptable. Because this means that it will be Necruz who will stay in these caves, while he, Zulushid, will be able to fight alongside the other tribesmen. This was also a good thing for the lame orc - the moment a human cut off his left leg, he was of no use on the battlefield. Most orcs will choose to commit suicide at this time, or at least pounce on another enemy and die on the battlefield. Necruz survived, and no one can say if it was because of his cowardice or misfortune.

Zuluhid was glad that Necruz was alive. Because when he found the Demon Soul, Zuluhid couldn't use it. He could feel the power imprisoned in the disk, even before he found it in a cave in the mountains. But this power is locked inside by a shiny golden artifact. Obviously, something other than shamanic knowledge is needed here. He had thought about bringing it to the Hammer of Destruction, which he called the Demon Soul, because he could feel the power of demonic contamination within, or something else he wasn't sure about—but dismissed the idea. The Great Chief is a powerful warrior and a noble orc, but he doesn't know enough about spells. Although Gul'dan was an alternative option, Zuruhid did not trust the cunning high-ranking warlock. He still remembers when Gul'dan was a young man and was apprenticed to Naozu. The latter was still a shaman at that time! Wise and noble, and respected by all, Neozu has always sought to improve the lives of the orcs as a whole, not just his clan. He was the first to bring knowledge and power from the Ancient Souls, and he was the one who encouraged and strengthened the bonds between the different clans.

It was a very good time, but soon, all the qiē started to go bad. The spirits proved to be false, and their own ancestral spirits stopped communicating with them out of anger. Shamans lose their powers, leaving their clan defenseless in the face of spell attacks. Then Gul'dan stepped up to the forefront. The former apprentice took his master's place and claimed to have found a new path, a new spell. He offered to teach the shamans. Many people accepted his tiyì and became warlocks.

In any case, Zuluhid did not do so. He didn't trust Gul'dan, he felt that the man was just thinking about himself. And this strange power has a demonic feel to it. The fact that his ancestors no longer spoke to him and that the elementals no longer obeyed his call made him panic, and he was unwilling to pollute himself by accepting this unnatural power of Gul'dan.

Although Zuluhid was not the only shaman who rejected Guldantiy. Most others accepted it, though. Gradually, they began to change, their bodies becoming larger and darker, as if they were polluted in their bodies. Their world was similarly destroyed, the earth was dying, and the sky was turning red. So the Horde came to this new Big 6, and they had to conquer here to get their clan back to living a peaceful life.

Necrus was previously a shamanic apprentice, and Zuluhid once pinned hope on him. But when Gul'dan offered to offer other spells, Necruz followed. The young orc learned the spells of a warlock, but then something happened that made him choose to leave, leaving behind his previous qiē and becoming a warrior. This made Zuluhid trust the young orc again. He didn't ask what had led to the changes, but he knew that it was all out of loyalty—between Gul'dan and his Shadow Council and the Dragonthroat Clan. Necruz chose his clan. When Zuruhid regained his trust in him, he told him that the warrior was ready to solve the warlock's problems. It was Necrus who brought the disc, and although it was crippled, the orc did not disappoint him. He was thankful for Ne Cruise, because of him, they were able to stand here and watch their plans work.

"So," Zuluhid said, intending to approach the great beast, "are we—"

He was blocked by an outstretched arm from Necrus.

"Wait." The orc warned. He took out the Demon Soul from a small bag around his waist and held the large, ordinary golden disc aloft.

"Come here." He called.

Zuluhid watched as countless sparks emerged from the hall and gathered into a single figure. The figure gradually began to become clear, a tall, strong humanoid creature in unfamiliar bone armor. Its top resembles a skull but burns with flames, and its eyes are a sphere of black flames. The creature stood in front of them, as tall as an orc but sluggish, exuding strength and alertness.

"We're going in." Necruz said as he held the Demon Soul in front of him. The strange creature once again turned into countless sparks and disappeared into the room, and the crippled orc nodded to his chief to continue.

Zuluhid proceeded cautiously again, he didn't know if the thing had actually left, but it did—though he didn't know what it was, but Necrus was completely in control of him. That's good, and then they all saw what would happen if they didn't. At that time, a member of their clan brought the news of the destruction of the Miè Hammer, and he rushed into the hall without waiting for Necrus to remove the guard. The creature came out of nowhere, its huge, hot hands grasping the careless orc's head, and flames erupted, devouring the hapless messenger. After a few seconds, he stopped screaming, his body went limp, and the part of his head was reduced to a pile of pure ashes.

Now, no matter what, the chief was able to enter the great cavern without trouble, and he approached the dragon queen and stopped not far from her chain. Her large, triangular head turned to look at him, her yellow eyes staring at him as if they were in opposite positions.

"Are you here to gloat, little orc? Haven't you tortured enough for me and my children? Alexstrasza said. Her mouth was open in anger, but the chains were tightly trapped around him, their own strength enhanced by the stone tool.

"No, it's not." Zuluhid sued her, still in awe of her size and strength, "just to determine if a qiē is all arranged." You should understand what happens if you reject us. ”

"Very clear." She replied. Her words were furious and sad, and she turned her gaze to the other side of the cavern, where some gray objects were placed, and although he couldn't see them clearly, Zuluhid knew that they were very thin and golden. They were the remains of a giant egg, the size of an orc's head. A dragon's egg.

When they first captured Alexstaza, she refused to cooperate. Necruz solved the problem by grabbing an unhatched egg, holding it up in front of the captured queen and smashing it with his fist, the yolk splashing on him and hers. Her screams nearly deafened them, and her lunges knocked many orcs to the ground, two of them wounding their legs. The chain tightened her grip, and though reluctantly, she gave in. She tried her best not to kill her unborn child like this.

"You're not going to make it." Alexstrasza warned him, "You have trapped me, but my children will challenge you to win their freedom." ”

"It's impossible when we have this stuff." Necruz replied, showing her the disc. He frowned, concentrating his energy, and the dragon queen began to struggle in pain, and a faint voice came out of her mouth.

"I... Someday... Yes... Kill... Finish... You. She still rolled, her eyes full of pain and hatred.

Necrus smiled

"Perhaps," he agreed, "but until then, you and your people will serve the tribe." ”

Zuluhid gestured to Necruz, who nodded and followed him out of the cave. The queen roared into the air behind them, her defiant actions meaningless as they demonstrated their strength.

Zuluhid led the way into another passage and then into another, larger hall. This room was open along the side of the mountain, and not far from it, hot figures flew, shining in the twilight sky.

"Let her go." One of them shouted, pounced, stretched out its claws, and opened its mouth, "Let our mother go." ”

"Impossible!" Necrus lifted the demonic soul, and the approaching dragon screamed in pain, twisting and stopping at a height. The other dragons flinched slightly, but still hovered high.

"Your mother has been captured by us, along with his spouse." Zuluhid shouted, knowing that the dragons would be able to hear him say, "They will be left here, and you and all their children will serve us, serve the tribe, or she will be screaming to death in the same pain as you just did." You will be gone. Without Alexstaza, there will be no more red dragons hatching, and you will be the last members of your own race. ”

The dragons shouted angrily, but Zuluhid knew they would obey. He knew that the bond between mother and child was strong, strong enough to drive them to obey him. When Alexstrasza still had hope for her children, she would lay more eggs for them. And during the time she and her three spouses were in captivity, their captive children would likewise serve to one day be able to free their mother.

Zuluhid laughed, watching the young dragons hover over him. Although his orcs are now working hard, making leather bridles and saddles. But soon, they were able to get the first red dragon to fly into the cave and strap a harness to him. He'd hate this, of course - dragons are so a** that no one has ever dared to ride on them. But his clan will do it.

That's what he had promised the hammer of ruining miè, and the Great Chief would be enthusiastic about the plan. This will become their secret weapon. Humans have hordes of infantry, cavalry, and ships, but they don't have air power. When the dragons are captured by them, loyal orcs will ride on them, and Zuluhid will attack humans from the air and then retreat out of their range. These dragons are very powerful in their claws, mouths, and tails. But their flame breath is the real thing that threatens humanity the most. Flames will rain down on them, destroying them and their equipment, and there is nothing they can do to stop it. When the dragons are on their side, the horde will be invincible.

And he, Zuluhid of the Dragonthroat Clan, will be responsible for these things. Without that hallucination, he would not have been able to find the demon's soul, nor would he have been able to detect something that somehow had a connection to the dragons, and without the power of this thing - and the control of Necruz - they would not have been able to enslave Alexstaza. But they did, and soon the first dragon knight would take to the skies, join the other tribes, and wait for the order of the hammer of destruction.

Zuluhid smiled. Everything is going on as planned.

(A certain snake: Today I updated the house travelogue, the legend of the galaxy of the universe [Fanwai], the blue-eyed narrative poem [Fanwai], and the Infinite Academy)

(ps: I accidentally appeared on the post of the house travel book...... How can I say it, is there such a thing?233. I heard that as long as Du Niang is fed on the first floor, she is more open-minded than Dianniang, is it true, bad husband? ）

(PS2: When uploading images, I don't know why they are all blank, and I don't know if they can be uploaded successfully.) Let's put today's picture in the post bar)

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