(Dude, the characters are posted in the [Character Building] in the book review area, not in this chapter review!) If there is a suitable one, I will adopt it directly. ）

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The Red Dragon left with his family, and before leaving, he used his "evasive detection magic" to cover all traces of the gateway to the underground, leaving only two Chimera, two wyverns, and a hundred gnolls stationed there.

The orc camp was destroyed by a fire, and the place was in ruins and uninhabitable, and they all returned with the red dragon.

Four days later, the Red Dragon Clan returned to the temple in a mighty way, although the original team lost more than a thousand, but added a similar number of orcs, and the total number of troops barely changed much.

Perhaps, the only thing that can be called a loss is probably the licking dog.

Oh, MMP, how did you think of him again.

Izawa shook his head and returned to his lair, there were too many bad things to happen recently, and he planned to sleep well for two days first.

Seeing that her brother seemed a little unhappy, Irelia quietly crawled over and pushed a bunch of gold coins and gems under her to the red dragon, entangling Izawa's tail with her tail while gently rubbing her body against it.

"Brother, didn't they all win the battle? Why are you still sullen? ”

Irelia tilted her head to look at Ize's expression, the two dragon tails were tightly entangled at some point,

"Warwick is dead." Izawa didn't raise his head, just opened his mouth and muttered.

"That licking dog is dead?"

Irelia let out an exclamation, although she was jealous and hated the filthy wild dog at first, but when she came into contact with him, she realized that Warwick had a good personality, at least he was loyal to the two siblings.

"How did you die? Killed by whom? Death there? ”

Irelia asked three soul questions in one breath, and it was clear that she was more concerned about this question as well.

"Died with a demonized orc, Pandalia is still searching for his body in the underground river, but he has not found it yet." Izawa said.

"No body found, so maybe not dead?" Irelia was much calmer than Ezawa.

"Perhaps. Forget it, don't want to. ”

Ize turned his body: but muttered in his mouth: "It's just a dog with one ear missing, one arm missing, knows how to breed, knows management, likes to tout, and pat the sycophants first-class licking dog, I have so many dependents under my command, I don't believe it and can't find a replacement." ”

Irelia blinked, and quietly licked the scales of the red dragon with her tongue, not knowing if it was because the scales were too thick or something else, Ize didn't react obviously.

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The camp of the orcs was arranged on the outermost side of the temple, and they joined the Red Dragon Clan as losers, and their overall status was even inferior to the kobold clan that they joined some time ago.

Hearing that Half Ear had unfortunately died in the orc's lair, the irascible Kane Bloodhoof immediately rushed directly to the orc clan that was building its own camp with wood with five hundred minotaurs.

"Who is the leader of the orcs, get out of here!"

Kane Bloodhoof hugged the thick pillar and blocked the doorway, the arrogance and ferocity permeated, and the thick black mane stood upside down, exuding an aura that was even more terrifying than the demonic orcs before.

"Your Excellency Chief Bullhead, dare I ask you what this means?"

Holding a deadwood staff in his hand, the Thrall patriarch stood up with the support of hundreds of orcs, looking at the strong minotaurs around him, his eyebrows solemn.

The height of the orcs is generally between 2 meters and 2.5 meters, and the individual combat power is not even as good as the ogre, and the average height of the minotaur is not comparable to the minotaur is even more incomparable, with the current number of orc clans, I am afraid that the minotaur only needs to launch a round of "horn collision" to destroy the defense line built by the orcs.

"You're the orc patriarch?"

The bloody hoof "thumped" down the pillar, smashing the ground to pieces, and he stepped forward and looked at the old shaman condescendingly, his eyes full of mockery.

He snorted and said in an extremely frivolous tone, "Don't the orcs have strong warriors?" Actually let a bad old man be the patriarch? ”

"Your Excellency Chief, my current status as the patriarch was given by the master himself, if you have any grievances, you can ask Your Majesty." Patriarch Sal's face was heavy.

"Damn green-skinned scum, trying to crush me in His Majesty's name?"

His cold gaze swept away the orc clan: "I followed Your Majesty to charge into battle and killed giants, you should be glad that I didn't lead the minotaur to appear on that battlefield, otherwise, you trash, don't even want to live!" ”

"Minotaurs, exit our camp, fearless orc warriors who are not afraid of threats and death!"

Immediately, a tendoned orc let out a roar, but was stopped by the orc shaman.

"Not afraid of death?"

Bloodhoof's face lifted into a bloodthirsty grin, and his red eyes shone more ferociously than a ferocious animal.

He stepped into the orc camp alone with the pillar, and his healthy body, which was already more than seven meters, was wrapped in a mountain of coercion, directly ignoring the orc patriarch in front of him, and his big hand reached out like a chicken cub, and picked up the guy who dared to talk back to him from the orc group.

The shouting orcs had no power to resist, so they could only let him handle it.

"With this bit of strength, you dare to talk about fearlessness all day long?" Bloodhoof's disdainful gaze swept over the orc clan.

"Minotaurs, let go of the orcs!"

"Even if the great orcs are defeated, you will never be allowed to insult the dignity of the orcs!"

Hundreds of indignant orc warriors immediately surrounded him, they were an invincible force that had succumbed to the Red Dragon after the defeat, and they were forced to join the Red Dragon's command, and even now they were a member of the Red Dragon Legion, but they still could not be recognized by the other clans.

Of course, none of this is the main reason.

The death of the leader of the wolffangs on the expedition was the trigger for Kane Bloodhoof's rage.

"Use the minotaur against the orcs, so that others don't say that I bullied you green-skinned scum, and let me see what the so-called fearless orc warriors have to be proud of."

Kane casually threw the caught orc more than ten meters away, and he planned to face the entire orc clan alone, how arrogant he was.

He held the pillar, just a sweep, more than a dozen orcs flew out on the spot spitting blood, and then savagely rushed into the orc group, directly launched a war trampling, for a while like no man's land.

"Stop."

Thrall Warsong stopped his voice before the situation could become completely anxious, knowing in his heart that if this battle broke out, the orc clan would really be over, and no clan in the Red Dragon Legion would approve of them now.

"Old fellow, are you going to face me alone?"

The bloody hooves stopped, and he didn't seem to want to make a big deal out of it, with a sneer on his face, the ground under his feet had already cracked a dozen cracks under the trampling of the war that had broken out just now.

The leader of Thrall took a step back and shook his head slightly: "Your Excellency, I am not your opponent, and I will not fight you. The orcs have been defeated, even the camp has been burned, and now, like you, they are part of the Red Dragon Clan. ”

He suddenly raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the bloody hoof: "However, orcs are not defeated prisoners, let alone prisoners, so I don't understand why Your Excellency is so hostile to us. ”

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