The orc girl looked at the bloody mouth coming at her with a dull expression, she didn't expect that under this yellow sand, there was such a ferocious monster hidden.

Paric reacted very quickly, and luckily his granddaughter was not far from him.

He pulled out the short knife straddling his waist and pulled it back to little Nasha, and at the same time, the knife fell casually, condensing all the strength of his body and slashing down, slashing off the monster's disc-like head, and disgusting blood splattered all over the ground.

"Nasha, you're not hurt, are you?" The old orc looked eagerly at his granddaughter.

Orc children don't cry out of fear.

Little Nasha shook her head, panting heavily, the fangs that had just revealed her mouth opened slightly, looking at the monster corpse on the ground, her eyes full of horror.

If it hadn't been for Grandpa Parridge pulling her in time, it would have become the monster's ration by now.

Nasha's screams and the fall of the yellow sand were extremely quiet, attracting the attention of many archaeological orcs.

They all put down their affairs and gathered around.

"Captain, what's going on?"

Paric pointed to the corpse at his feet, his expression complicated.

Only then did the orcs notice the monster whose corpse had been separated and half of which was still hanging in the yellow sand.

The orcs' pupils shrank heavily, this guy was about three meters long, it looked like a plant, and it looked like some kind of strange collection, and its appearance was hideous and terrifying.

Even if the head was cut off by Paris, the claws attached to its head were still waving irregularly, and the vitality was beyond imagination.

The Red Dragon Clan can be described as a gathering place for monsters, but even the swamp fishmen who were exterminated at the beginning did not look so stumbling.

Of course, orcs are not affected by this trait.

If you want to talk about vitality, the vitality of the group of hob meat led by the troll chief Wojin is really strong, and they are not afraid of slashing and slashing, even if they are dismantled, they can be restored.

After the initial panic, little Nasha hugged Parridge's arm and asked, "Grandpa, what kind of monster is this?" ”

The old orc carefully observed the outline of the monster's facial features for a while, and suddenly remembered the monster fossil found in the mage tower before.

In contrast, there is a very high degree of overlap between the two!

Or rather, they're the same species!

It's just that it's a fossil, but it's still alive!

In the ruins of this lost city, a prehistoric living monster race has been discovered?!

After all this time, they haven't perished yet?

This discovery will be of great help in exploring the fall of the Magic Empire's civilization!

"Get it out and send it to the Imperial Academy."

"Grandpa, don't you know?"

Parridge shook his head, "This guy's appearance reminds me of a legendary race, but I'm not sure yet. Perhaps, the scholars of the institute will be able to figure out their identities. ”

Several orcs began to work together to carry the monster's corpse, and at this moment, the desert began to shake inexplicably!

The sand collapsed widen, the ruins of the city sank, and the orcs heard strange roars.

"It's ......"

Paris's face changed drastically, and he probably guessed that because of the continuous excavation of the ruins by himself and others, this sleeping monster race had been disturbed.

"Everyone, pay attention to the surroundings, I'm afraid there is more than one such monster!"

Needless to say, the other orcs had already discovered the anomaly, and they always paid attention to the movement of the yellow sand under their feet, and avoided any disturbances in advance.

The feet of an orc suddenly collapsed, and the monster with a stomach pouch full of hideous teeth and mouth poked out, biting the orc's ankle and dragging it into the bottom of the yellow sand, and the rest of the orcs could not be rescued at all, and only a howl of terror remained in the air.

Seeing this, the orcs fled one after another, trying to leave the area.

"No one is allowed to run! Until the royal capital sends people, we must protect this city, this is our mission! ”

Paric let out a loud roar, the yellow sand was extremely fluid, he knew that if he and the others left, once the whole city collapsed and sank, completely submerged in the endless yellow sand, it would be pure luck to find it again next time.

"For Your Majesty!"

"For the Dragon Empire!"

"For the glory of the Red Dragon Clan!"

"Orcs don't have a bad breed that is afraid of death!"

"Pick up your weapons and smash these damn ones to smash them all!"

Hearing this, the retreating orcs suddenly stopped, and a light appeared in their eyes as if they were at home. They all took out their weapons and rushed into the ruins of the shattered city.

The glory of the empire is above all else, even if it is to give one's own life for it.

But soon the orcs realized just how wrong they were.

The yellow sand fell, and the surrounding area became a large crater, and it was too late for the orcs to evacuate even if they wanted to.

The monsters that had just sneaked up on them died down, and after a short pause, they emerged from the yellow sand one by one, no longer fighting the orcs in close combat, but squirming in their long, sinuous bodies floating in the air.

Murderous and scarlet eyes stared at the dozens of orcs trapped in the center, the four tentacles on their heads swayed irregularly, and the mouthparts covered with sharp teeth roared.

Paric looked at the thirty-odd monsters in front of him with a solemn expression.

These guys don't behave like some kind of unintelligent beasts, but an unknown race of intelligence.

"I don't know if I can communicate with them."

Parridge muttered.

"Your Excellency, we are the dependents of the Great Red Dragon Emperor, and we are sorry if the excavation of the ruins disturbed your rest." Paric lowered his profile and said in the continental lingua franca.

However, the alien creatures roared collectively after he finished speaking, and it was clear that the orcs' actions had angered them and could not be reconciled, or that they had no intention of letting the orcs go in the first place.

The elemental magic of the surrounding air suddenly became agitated, and the yellow sand swirled, and the area covered by this ruin had turned into a super-large desert vortex.

The monsters are planning to bury the orcs along with the abandoned city!

Such a huge power frightened the orcs, so it seems that the sneak attack at the beginning was like a survival game to tease the orcs at will.

The old orc's eyes were solemn, he put down the archaeological object, took out his wand from the dimensional ring, and ripped off the sackcloth robe that blocked the wind and sand outside, revealing the wizard robe worn inside.

He was the only maester and wizard on the archaeological team, but he had devoted so much time and energy to archaeological research that he hadn't used magic seriously for more than a decade.

But now, in order to protect this ruin, he has to pick up his wand again.

The surging waves of sand crashed down, and the orcs looked desperate......