The cavern was filled with high gasps, which reverberated in the winding cavern tunnels, and the "puff puff" crash between the bodies merged into a chorus that evoked the male instinct.

After the war between life and death, the tense nerves of the monsters relaxed, and at this time, under the authorization of the red dragon master, one by one the male hormones surged, their eyes were blood-red, their breathing was heavy, and they lined up eager to release their instincts of desire.

Even Warwick was the first to go in and play a play, and when he came out, he was already refreshed.

Pandaria was now a living map of the Dark Regions, and in less than half an hour, he had led the main force of the Red Dragon Legion from another tunnel around the section of the mountain collapse and stationed near the cave.

When he returned to Izawa, he heard the female moaning from the cave, and after getting the master's consent, he immediately roared and rushed in to push away the monsters in front of him.

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The monsters have always remembered the words of the Dragon King, so Garanord, who has been completely reduced to RBQ, is still alive at this time.

When Izawa entered the cave, he saw such a picture.

This female drow was tied to a stalagmite, filled inside and out, hot and panting, "sweating" water.

Ize was a little surprised by Garlanord's endurance, how did she accommodate all the different shapes, sizes, lengths, and thicknesses of the monsters?

He glanced at it curiously, and sure enough, the sea was inclusive, and it was bottomless, so he had to accept it.

He then cast a stream of magic to wash away the slimy white filth from her body, and once again wrapped her in an enchantment and threw her into the Dimensional Ring.

This guy can't die yet, he wants her to see the collapse of the magnificent city of Farlanlon!

After a brief period of repairs, the Red Dragons were once again on their way under the leadership of Pandaria, this time targeting none other than the Drow Elves' city-state of Franlon.

The mighty army of monsters bypassed the Great Rift of the Stone Forest, passed through a canyon, and followed a stream, and along the way, the army of the Drow Elves continued to surround and intercept the Red Dragon Legion, but they were all repulsed.

Eventually, the narrow horizon finally became wider.

In front of me is an endless lake, where the strata seem to be separated from each other, and the sky is dark overhead, and there is a little less heavy imprint.

Thousands of feet above the lake, the dense stalactites hanging upside down were like cold, unforgiving dark tentacles pointing downward, dripping from time to time and rippling on the surface of the lake.

This large lake seems to gather all the underground water veins in the upper dark area, and it is incredibly large.

Even at the speed of Pandaria's flight, it would take nearly ten minutes to see the archipelago in the center that is completely formed by the accumulation of huge stalagmites.

For the Drow elves, this reef-ridden, complex lake is a natural defensive zone that prevents enemies from invading Franlen by water.

Of course, it was impossible for the Red Dragon Legion to cross by boat, and the monsters walked along the craggy shore of the reef before finally stopping in front of an avenue.

From here, you can see the rainbow light emitted by the iconic "Elise Pillar of Time", a landmark building in the center of the city center.

The Drow elves call this path the "Road of Royce", another name for the goddess Rose, meaning the path to the kingdom of the Spider God.

The Road of Royce, no more than 100 meters wide, relied on a huge natural stalagmite to build a pass every 300 meters on the only road leading to Phalanlon, with elemental towers erected on both sides, which became the last gateway to Franlon.

There are five such passes, and the whole avenue is about two kilometers long, stretching all the way to the drow elven city-state in the center of the Great Lake.

Viewed from above, the Fraramren and Royce Road resembles the shape of a fly swatter.

Yi Zefei observed in the air for a long time, and his eyebrows gradually became solemn.

For the invincible Red Dragon Legion, these five passes are not a difficult task, and the most tricky thing is the largest and most brilliant city-state in the entire upper dark region.

It's not so much a city-state as it is a combination of a fortress and a city-state.

And the meaning of Franlon's underground lingua franca is exactly "Immortal Fortress".

The "Immortal Fortress", also known as the Scarlet Fortress or Death Mill of Farlanon by the Grey Dwarves and Psionic Monsters, is famous for the war that swept through the entire Upper Dark Realm thousands of years ago, and has since established the supremacy of the Drow Elves in the Upper Dark Realm.

Whether it was the Grey Dwarfs or the Spirit Sucking Monsters, or the army of the Kou Tao Fishmen, even if they broke through the first five passes, they were all defeated in front of this immortal fortress in the end.

At this moment, the Drow army is all gathered here, ready to face the invasion of the Red Dragon Legion.

Every drow spirit had no reason to believe that the dragon's dependents would also fall before the gates of Phalanlon.

Because so far, no faction or race has been able to breach the gates of the fortress, and the enemy will be defeated here, while the drow elves will blow the horn of counterattack and finally win the war.

The entire city-state was built within a wall of more than 60 meters, and the main gate of the city-state was 61.5 meters high, 58.8 meters thick, and 127.4 meters long.

Not only did the stalagmites and the earth become a whole, but the Drow elves also extravagantly watered them with liquid essence inside and out, perfectly eliminating the idea of the enemy using magic to break through the city walls.

Such a magnificent fortress, even if Ize spread out his dragon wings and stood on his hind feet, he could only look up when he stood in front of him.

Thousands of years ago, several elderly Drow legendary archmages cast legendary spells at the cost of their own lives, enveloping the "Locks" of Phalanlon.

Unless she has the power to break the mysteries of legendary defensive spells, she will forever stand in the Shadows and become the brightest star of countless city-states.

For thousands of years, one after another, legendary mages have continued to strengthen the defenses of the Lost Lock at the end of their lives.

This is also the reason why the drow elves are so confident, with the existence of the Lost Lock, Farlan is inherently invincible.

In addition, dozens of elemental towers have been erected within the high walls, and the rich magical energy fills every inch of Farren's land, shining with brilliant and colorful spiritual light.

Under the control of the archmage, powerful magic will envelop the open space in front of the fortress at the first time, tearing enemies apart and inflicting the heaviest blow on the enemy's army.

Tens of thousands of Drow troops were stationed on the high walls of the fortress at the moment, closely watching every move of the monster army on the opposite side.

The Red Dragon Legion was stationed in peace, and did not launch an attack on this immortal fortress with a hot head.

Izawa flapped his dragon wings and took off, skimming over the five passes from high in the sky and heading for Farranlon.

He wanted to see if the city-state was as impregnable as rumored to be.