As you enter the Duru Basin, the further you go, the more desolate the environment becomes, because the topography makes the place as hot as a furnace, distorting the air slightly.

There is no vegetation in sight on the surface, and the uninhabited mountain trails pass through the pinnacles of canine teeth, and only dead grass and upland wood grow out of the cracks in the rock walls.

Surrounded by cliffs and steep cliffs, the entrance to the basin is extremely narrow, allowing only two people to sit side by side, and from a strategic point of view, this is quite suitable for building a fortress, and it is a good place to defend and difficult to attack.

"Hurry up, slave!" There was a loud shouting behind him.

Gore, who felt so hot that his legs were so sore that he could barely move, was an adventurer in the northern kingdoms—a mercenary and, of course, sometimes a robber.

He and his companions saw the mission issued by the Duchy of the Rhine and were ready to try their luck in the south, but they were caught halfway through, and until now they have not eaten anything at all, and they have been driven here without stopping, perhaps only the gods in the sky know when the end will be.

"Fuck it."

Gore muttered, looking at his companions who had been kidnapped with him, and struggling to take two steps forward, "These orcs deserve to die. ”

In retrospect, they spent a day through the Mosterle Gorge to the wilderness, and when they saw that the sky was dark, they were ready to rest for the night near the water source, only to close their eyes one second, and the next moment they were surrounded by orcs with stone weapons.

Ordinary warriors are inherently weak when facing orcs, not to mention that there is a big warrior on the other side, so it didn't take much effort for these robbers to catch them all and rush here without saying a word.

"My lord, I think you must be mistaken."

Gore turned his head and barely managed to squeeze out a smile, thinking that it must be ugly in the eyes of his companions: "I have nothing to do with orcs in my life, and I swear by my glory-"

"Shut up!"

The orcs in the rear didn't react at all, only the lower half of their bodies were wrapped in tattered fur: "Go faster!" ”

"Shit, this brute shit!"

Gore cursed inwardly, and he raised his voice, trying to hide the tremor in his voice: "We are the subjects of the Grand Duke of Berish Lane of the Northern Kingdoms, and we are under the protection of the Duchy of the Rhine!" ”

Orcs are also a sapient race, perhaps the names of the northern kingdoms will make them fearful, this is the only way, trying to fight their way out of the siege is tantamount to digging their own graves, and those poor people who can no longer speak tell the fate of Gore's rebellion.

"Bang."

He was kicked to the ground by the orc, and then grabbed by the hair and carried back to his feet: "Hurry up! ”

Gore stopped talking, and the orcs spoke exactly like the old mercenaries, as stinky and hard as the stones in the pit, and would always only say these few words, and perhaps only the gods of heaven would know where they were going to take him.

However, as his mood stabilized, Gore felt relieved, since the orcs did not kill everyone on the spot and rob them of their belongings, it means that they must have another purpose, maybe they just want to kidnap them for a sum of money - most orcs like to do this, fortunately they have a few friends in the Rhine principality, and they should be able to pay the ransom.

But what Gore wasn't sure was whether he would make it that far. The damn weather is getting hotter and hotter, to the point of sweating and even dizziness.

While Gore was begging the gods of heaven for salvation, the orcs also reached their destination, and no longer drove them on, standing in place, silently waiting.

"What are they going to do?"

Gore looked back at the orcs standing still, the sun made the muscles in their chests and shoulders shine, he felt a fire in his throat, and his hoarse voice wanted to beg for saliva: "My lord, please ......"

The wind blew, and a shadow enveloped him.

The howling wind cooled Gore, and the shade of the sun was even more precious, and he looked back to see what had given the poor a glimmer of mercy in his despair.

Immediately afterward, Gore fell into a deep shock.

It was a terrifying beast with a pitch-black body, four sharp horns on its head, fangs protruding from its mouth, and a body full of craggy thorns with a metallic texture, its huge wings gradually closing in Gore's line of sight, and its thick and powerful tail hanging behind it.

It was staring at the mercenary who was pressed to the ground by the orcs, its vertical topaz pupils chilling.

"It's ...... Dragon? ”

Gore was dumbfounded, it didn't look much different from a black dragon on the outside, but where did such a strong black dragon come from? It's even better than the red dragon's sense of power.

He found that his companion was as shocked as himself, there was such a strange black dragon of such a big size in the wilderness, and no one had ever known about it! There has never been any news of this dragon in the northern kingdoms!

Did those adventurers and army scouts grow up eating? A bunch of rubbish!

Gore first scolded in his heart, and then immediately became restless, no wonder these orcs wanted to bring them here, could it be that they wanted to feed them to the black dragon?

Just as Gore was thinking about how to get himself out of the way, he heard the black dragon speak.

"Humans? Where did you catch it? ”

"The marginal areas are all mercenaries."

"Good."

The black dragon talked to the big warrior orc who escorted him, the conversation was very brief, no more than twenty words in total, and Gore saw the black dragon nodding and just walked aside.

Wait, that's it? What do these evil races want to do?

Gore didn't know why, looking at the silent black dragon, he wanted to ask for mercy, but he couldn't speak, he wanted to shout, but the voice was crushed in his throat.

Then the black dragon and the orcs did nothing, just watched them quietly, silent watching, silent waiting, silent fear continued to erode Gore's sanity, making him want to die immediately.

As time went on, the sun became more and more blazing, and the temperature became higher and higher.

The scorching sunlight had pierced his eyes, and Gore felt his whole body ache, he was sweating, his hollowed-out light armor was sticky, and double images began to appear in front of him.

I don't know how long later, in a trance, Gore felt like he was back in the northern countries, and saw the huge statue in the center of the capital of the Rhine principality, and the nobles' carriages speeding by......

"That's enough."

Faintly, he heard the black dragon's voice giving orders: "Try that." ”

What to try?

Gore felt someone pinch his mouth and forcibly break it open, the hard stone bowl smashing his teeth and the next moment, the sweet liquid was poured into his throat.

Is it water?

The dead body was re-nourished, the internal organs of the whole body seemed to be replenished, and fifteen minutes later, Gore woke up from the hallucinatory trance, and the feeling of thirst was not so strong.

His eyes refocused to find several orcs standing beside him, their kidnapped companions kneeling with him.

Gore licked his lips subconsciously, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, the orc gave him to drink as if it was midsummer nectar, with a faint sweetness in the coolness, which was endlessly evocative.

"It works."

He heard the black dragon say, "It's all right, let's get rid of it." ”

Before Gore could express his gratitude, he heard the last voice of his life.