The slave soldiers had already launched three waves of attacks on the Red Dragon Legion, each time leaving behind more than two thousand giant corpses.

The Dragon King's order put a stop to the Red Dragon Legion's desire to chase down the slaves and wipe them out.

Although the monsters are puzzled, they are also happy to "wait for the rabbits", waiting for these brainless underground creatures to come and die in waves.

The cavern was filled with the smell of pungent blood, stumps and severed arms everywhere, sharp stalagmites jutting out of the ground had long been stained red with blood, and the mangled corpse of an underground monster hung on it.

Not long after the last wave of underground monsters attacked, the rock formation was once again roaring!

The sound was familiar to the Red Dragon Legion, the monsters with bloodthirsty fervor on their faces, their eyes staring straight at the endless darkness behind the tunnel entrance—the ones who were about to come and die.

Sure enough, the slave soldiers rushed out with a roar, and swarms of giant bats and gargoyles flew overhead, but soon the more powerful dragons, chimeras, griffins, manticores, and other aerial overlords fluttered their wings and took to the air, tearing these weak bats apart.

The sturdy minotaurs, the Frost Giants at the forefront, the Slavers charging with the Waste Giants and the Lizardmen could not even make them retreat a single step.

More orcs, ogres, and boar-men continued to encircle, while the relatively thin gnolls relied on their agile bodies to haunt the stalagmites and launch deadly attacks on the slave soldiers.

To the surprise of the Red Dragon Legion, this group of cowardly underground creatures did not retreat this time, as if someone was supervising the battle, and they were still fighting to the death.

Of course, this is a good thing for the Red Dragon Legion, and it's great that the enemy doesn't run, so that they can be completely wiped out.

Suddenly, strong elemental fluctuations rippled in the air, lightning chains, strong acids, large fireballs, and ice arrows slammed into the Red Dragon Legion's camp from the darkness behind the slave soldiers.

The High Priests also invoked evil spells, opening the dark doors to the lower realms.

The red-black hellfire gushed out from the gate, as if it had life, and then suddenly soared into the sky, transforming into the appearance of an evil demon.

This demon of the lower realms, huge, armed, and covered in disgusting slime, this fire-spitting monster stepped out of the flames and pounced on the Red Dragon Legion's fearless death.

All kinds of spells and magical aura exploded in the Red Dragon Legion, setting off a powerful magical storm.

More than a dozen members of the Red Dragon Clan were shot into hedgehogs by the oncoming rain of arrows, and before they fell, the lightning chain that repeatedly jumped through the monster horde bounced their broken bodies into the ground, and then fell to the ground again.

The ten-armed demon slaughtered in the middle of the battlefield, and its strength was enough to knock a minotaur away and bite off half of a gnoll's body in a single bite.

The darkness seemed to spread again, and the powerful Drow warriors hid among them, launching assassinations against the Red Dragon Clans along the way.

Of course, the Red Dragon Clan's counterattack was also extremely fierce.

The Minotaur and the huge giant elephant launched a war trampling, completely crushing the formation of the slave soldiers.

Giant bats and gargoyles were handed over to manticores and griffons, their claws and teeth enough to tear these medium-sized monsters apart.

Wyvern and Chimera rushed into the darkness behind the slave soldiers, plowing the tunnel below with their breath over and over again, and the Drow mages had already prepared to prop up the mana barrier to resist the wash of the breath, but many dark elves were still wiped to death by the breath.

The giants broke one sharp stalagmite after another and smashed into the enemy's formation, screaming and splattering flesh and viscera fragments.

The enemy attack was unusually fierce, and Warwick immediately realized that it might be the elite of the Drow Elves who had launched a strong attack!

He didn't know if the other caves were in the same situation as they were here, but he was sure that they were also in the middle of a fight.

The hellfire confronted the ten-armed demon, and the two behemoths tore and wrestled with each other, black fire pouring in the air, and any creature that touched it could be consumed in flames.

And at this moment, a dragon groan suddenly came out of the darkness that could not be seen by the naked eye, and then a young black dragon swept out of the darkness, and on its back stood two high-ranking Drow priests wearing spider silk veil.

Seeing this scene, Warwick's pupils shrank deeply, and this black dragon turned out to be - Ainz Pandaria!

This guy disappeared for ten years, but I didn't expect to be here?

Or a mount for the Drow Elves?

Is this guy really a real dragon?

Thinking of his master, Warwick shook his head, it was also a real dragon, and it was not even a little bit.

"Pandaria, do you know what you're doing right now?!" Warwick looked up and let out a burst of applause.

His eyes showed contempt, "First you became a slave of the giants, and now you are enslaved by this group of rats, it is simply a disgrace to the face of the real dragon, if the master knows, what do you think will happen to you?" ”

The black dragon looked at the monster below in mid-air, he had the brains of a hyena, except for the three constantly wriggling tentacles, this was simply an oversized gnoll!

The most striking thing about the dragon is that he only has one ear, and not only can he call out his name, but he also speaks the dark dragon language!

Pandaria's name flashed through Warwick's mind, and the appearance of the two gnolls slowly coincided, and finally he was convinced that this guy was Warwick!

He didn't die?

While it is not known what is going on with his arm, this guy is obviously getting stronger now.

The black dragon was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood, and he strayed into the dark region in order to find him, and was caught and enslaved by the drow elves for ten years, but this guy actually returned to the master's side in a good way, and became stronger inexplicably.

Suddenly there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

"Warwick, don't talk nonsense, the great black dragon Ainz Pandaria did not bow his head to this group of damned rats, I will always be loyal to my master, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, you ...... It's finally here. ”

The black dragon let out an excited roar, he had been enslaved by the Drow elves for ten years, disguised as a low-intelligence drake for ten years, and now finally freed.

Garranod and the other priest looked at each other, the mutated gnolls and the black dragon communicating in dragon language, they couldn't understand it, but they felt bad.

They've never heard of a dragon beast that speaks dragon language, and these two guys look like old acquaintances they haven't seen in years?

"Gnolls, these two high-ranking Drow priests are my gift to my master!"

"I, the Black Dragon Aise Pandaria, am back!"