Locke hugged Tyri's back tightly, and the ruined castle in front of him was completely shattered by the bones of the frost dragon, crumbling into a large area of ruins.

Snow and smoke rose from the ruins and blanketed the land.

Locke took one last look at the ruins and patted the blue dragon girl below him, "Go back, Tyri." ”

The Minotaur buried in the ruins was the first Minotaur he had seen since he came to this world. He was as generous and kind as Locke had imagined.

Locke didn't know what had happened between the minotaur and the undead, but after the minotaur came back from the dead, he chose to leave this world with him instead of trying to prevent his former friend from doing evil.

That's why Locke saluted him, and like the human soldiers infected with the plague, he chose to kill himself. Their actions were noble and worthy of him.

Although, the minotaurs are the rival camp of the tribe, while the humans are the alliance.

"Look at that!" Tyri's exclamation suddenly reached Locke's ears.

Locke hurriedly stretched out his head to look down, Anvena controlled her hands, and streams of blue energy visible to the naked eye poured into Carre's body.

"Anvina! How can you have such a powerful magical power!! Tyri looked at Anvena below in surprise, "Could it be that she's from the sunwell....?" ”

Locke retracted his head and hugged the dragon's spine tightly in his arms. Locke wasn't surprised at all, he listened silently to Tyri's surprise.

After all, he knows where many famous histories are headed.

Not to be more surprised than Terri, Locke held the dragon's spine in his hand as his eyes began to observe the birds flying in the air.

The undead's crystal ball was destroyed, the source of power was cut off, and the birds began to slowly return to their nests from their fright.

They distanced themselves far from Tyri, burrowing into the mountains and woods.

Suddenly, Locke spotted an uninvited guest among the birds. It was like a giant bat, flapping its wings from the distant peaks to the battlefield below.

Locke looked at that thing curiously, it was so special, only it flew against the flock of birds to the battlefield. Soon, Locke saw what it was.

A blue Progenitor Dragon.

In Northrend, creatures like Archaeopteryx are everywhere. Unlike their five-color guardian dragon relatives who have been given some power and intelligence by the Titans. The Ancestral Dragon did not have a magical physique, and its intelligence was slightly inferior, and it was technically a standard dragon beast.

They don't have the long necks that protect their distant dragon relatives, they have shorter tails but larger heads, and mouths with strong jaws that make up more than 40% of their heads.

Their wings are very powerful, but their front legs are almost completely degraded. When not flying, the wings play the main supporting role for the body. The hind legs are stout and are the main tool for predation. The whole body shape tends to be more adapted to the streamlined shape of flight than that of the guardian dragons.

Archaeopteryx hunted large animals, and some of them were domesticated into mounts by the Viku people, and the flag of the Viku tribe is the symbol of the Archaeopteryx.

For this kind of progenitor dragon that flies like a bat, Locke can not be said to be impressed. It took him a long time to get the blue Ancestral Dragon in the Top of Utgat, and the yellow Lost Ancestor Cub. In the end, when he came to this world, the lost ancestor young dragon did not guard it.

But how could there be such a thing here? Shouldn't they live on the continent of Northrend, tens of thousands of miles away from here?

Rock touched the beard on his chin as he tapped Tyri under his ass and asked. "Tyri, when you come out this time, will the Blue Dragon Legion send someone to help you?"

"If we hadn't asked for help, no one would have come to us." Tyri agreed, and began to fall downward.

Locke looked intently at the blue Ancestral Dragon that was flying quickly, and asked again, "If there is an Ancestral Dragon to help you......"

"Impossible, Locke. They are a pack of beasts that are not even qualified to be our servants. Terri snorted, "Besides, Ancestral Dragons are only found in Northrend. Do you think the Ancestral Dragons will come here on a trekking trip to help us on our mission? You must be crazy. ”

"No, Tyri, maybe it is." Locke watched as the Ancestral Dragon slid to the ground first, even faster than they did.

Now Tyri saw it, and the latter looked there in surprise. "This.... I'll have to go down and ask. ”

A man in a dark cloak jumped from the back of the Ancestral Dragon, and he slowly walked towards Avena's place.

Then, under the shocked gaze of Locke and Tyri, the man pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the body of Roki, the dwarf standing behind Anvina.

"Ah!!h Roki screamed and fell to his knees, and the man in the black and blue cloak behind him stopped him, stabbing the dwarf in the neck again and again until the dwarf fell head-on without saying a word.

Frightened, Anvina immediately turned around, "Ah! It's you!!! ”

"Darkan!! You... Aren't you already...."Comforting Press widened her eyes and pointed at him.

Darkan sneered, laughing merrily, and he removed the hood from his head, revealing a cowboy hat with feathers in it.

"Dead?" Darkan held out his finger and dangled in front of Avena, "But that's not the case, my dear..."

Darkan's fingers slowly reached for Avena, who stepped back in fright. She tried to call for Jorad's help, but Jorad was besieged by a large horde of undead.

"Don't fantasize about who will help you, and no one will be able to help you at this time!" Pointing her finger at Avena's forehead, Avena's eyes slowly closed and she fell forward into Darkan's arms. "Sleep, my delicious prize! You're my ......."

Holding Anvena in his arms, Darkan walked briskly to the Ancestral Dragon, who lowered his head and let him stand on it.

On Darkan's orders, the Archaeopteryx soon took off.

"Quick! Let's catch up! Locke endured the discomfort in his heart and stood on Tyri's back.

But no matter how hard Terri used all her strength, she couldn't catch up with the fast-flying Ancestral Dragon in front of her. Their slightly short body, as well as their streamlined wings, are proof enough that they are masters at flying. Unless Tyri wasn't hurt, there was nothing else she could do.

In the end, the two of them could only watch as the Ancestral Dragon crossed the mountain range and flew towards the north of the continent.