In a semi-savage world like Orgrimmar, where the food chain is overwhelmed, the wurm species is the apex predator in most regions, but they are on the menu of the bipedal wyvern. Similarly, the Wyvern, a giant beast that claims to be the most powerful creature in the wurm species and can easily hunt rhinos and even mammoths, is in some cases a meal for Cyclops and Beamon.

We all know that wild animals that are not at the top of the food chain often have a hard time surviving to old age. Only one percent of wurm species such as bipedal wyverns, which have an average lifespan of about 500 years, usually live to be over 300 hundred. It was only at that time that they finally awakened the innate power that belonged to the True Dragon Bloodline. Their roars finally have the power of a dragon's might, and they have the power to intimidate the mind, although they are a little copycat - the roar of a real dragon is like thunder, and the most that of a two-legged wyvern is a steel knife scraping glass - but it still has a certain effect. At the same time, they have also awakened the ability similar to breath, there are only two kinds of venom and thunder, and the power is of course far from the real breath of the real dragon, but under one blow, they can still bombard more than ten or twenty miscellaneous soldiers to the scum.

This is the so-called ancient bipedal wyvern. At that stage of awakening, their strength, stamina, agility, and flight speed have all been greatly improved. Even if it is a golden-seeded Beamon behemoth, if it wants to hunt such a large animal, it is likely to pay the price of injury.

Since ancient times, those who can ride bipedal wyverns are the elite of the orc flying knights. There is no better way to prove one's strength than to submit to such a large wurm. When you ride a giant wyvern down from the sky, the nearby manta dragons and wolves are scared to their knees, and it almost becomes the pinnacle of an orc's life. Saruber? Burning Blade is such a typical winner in the eyes of other orcs.

His age is unknown—in a semi-primitive nomadic clan community like orcs, even nobles find it difficult to determine the exact date of their birth—but it is certain that he is already an orc who is about to enter his old age. Even so, he was still powerful and strong, and could smash the head of a mammoth with his bare hands with his fists. He is the uncle of Asorg, the current Khan of the Golden Horde, the Dragonheart, the most powerful dragon knight of the Burning Blade Clan, and one of Asog's most trusted ministers. This is a loyalty that history has proven.

During Asog's youth, his father, the former Khan Ironbeard Borg, acted in a self-righteous manner, putting everyone in the clan at risk. The young man had already shown the determination and ruthlessness of a first-rate political leader and launched a coup d'état to put his father under house arrest and seize the throne of the Khan of the Burning Blade Clan once and for all. However, without Sarubi's full support, it would be more likely that he would be killed by his own father, right?

Now, Saruber and his Flying Cavalry have been transferred to the command of Thor the Wind to provide air support for Orgrimmar's most important mobile force. Although the total number of people under his command was not large, there were only two thousand horsemen, but they were all the most elite air knights, including fifty ancient dragon kings.

Saruber's own mount is an old partner who has accompanied him for nearly twenty years. He named him William Porter, in honor of William, the old wolf who accompanied him in his childhood, and his strong enemy as the first dry point of the Orgrimmar Air Cavalry, a Nord border general who appeared to be named Potter. From this point of view, he is really a person with a lot of feelings!

All in all, the life of the old orc is a life of fighting, a life of detachment from low-level interests, and a life full of glory and dreams. He has experienced too many battles and wars in his life, and even if he adds this time, it is at most an experience of war that must be experienced and must be won.

The enemy army of 30,000 men, most of whom were said to be recruits. Then, when you ride your old fellow William Potter down from the sky, you don't have to wait for the thunder and venom it spews, but just by that scream, you can make your enemies flee in all directions like frightened sheep.

There was no way, in order to play the concealment and suddenness of the attack from the air, the two thousand flying knights approached the enemy from the sky, and did not know exactly the detailed situation of the battle situation on the ground. The only thing that is certain is that the battle is not going too well.

"When will the Storm Wolf Rider not be able to take down such a rabble of rookies and weak chickens for so long?" Saruber thought all of this was unscientific. However, the current situation completely did not allow him to think wildly. Thor needs to lead all the air cavalry to raid the enemy's home position, so the only thing he can do is, of course, give up all distractions and move forward! And that's what this battle-hardened orc warrior is best at.

"Left and right, it's just another fateful assault full of honor!" The old orc took a deep breath and clenched his machete—a heavy blade with a long pole, the blade alone was more than a meter, and the grip was more than a meter. Ordinary people need two hands to barely lift it, but he only needs one hand to dance it into a windmill. Everywhere he went, people and horses were broken, and those who watched the wind were invincible. So, in the orc population, he also has the title of Takas, which in the ancient Gersa language means "invincible bravery".

The Golden Horde's own uncle had now descended to a height of only two hundred meters above the ground. Although he was old, his eyes were still as sharp as a falcon, but at a glance, he saw the rose battle banner flying high in the midst of the heavy military array.

"Charge! There is no advance or retreat! With a roar that bordered on roaring, he gave a simple order to his men.

The orc commander didn't need to use any particularly impassioned words to inspire the blood of his soldiers, because every adult orc male who could go to war was born a brave man.

However, as soon as he spoke, almost at the same moment, there was a thunderous explosion on the ground, completely obscuring his shouting.

Saruber had never heard such a sound, not even the roar of a true dragon or the roar of a titan, which would be overshadowed by the roar of such a landslide. He's not the only orc warrior who was scared first and almost fell into the saddle. To make matters worse, many riders didn't even have time to show their horror and gaffe, and the mounts under their crotch were the first to flapp their wings and let out a frightened scream. Their voices were still high-pitched and miserable, but what had previously been the brutal and bloodthirsty roar of a predator was now clearly the panic of being preyed.

Without waiting for the orcs to calm down their mounts, the thunderous roar was followed by a fleeting cracking sound, followed by a more violent explosion than the roar just now, accompanied by a monstrous wave of hot air, directly exploded from the dense military formation of the wolf cavalry.

Even a battle-hardened warrior like Saruber was stunned for more than two seconds. He then gritted his teeth, didn't look, or didn't dare to look at the miserable situation in the wolf cavalry army at all, and used his hand to soothe the mount that began to panic - no way, although the bipedal scaled wyvern claimed to be the most powerful wurm, but after all, it was only a wurm, and its intelligence level was not much higher than that of wild animals, in fact, it was easy to be intimidated by unexpected sudden states - and then, he mustered up his mental strength and let out a heyring battle cry.

Elite orc warriors, like the Nords, are experts at warcry, able to transform their flesh and blood into the power of words to inspire their comrades and themselves.

As the chief air knight of the Burning Blade Clan, Saruber's ability should not be underestimated, and in this way, he quickly regained the courage of a group of air cavalry and wyverns. They roared in response, and swooped down on the enemy formation, followed by a giant wyvern in front of them, with a wingspan of more than ten meters—already a giant among bipedal wyverns.

"If I crush the enemy's Chinese army first and obtain the head of the opponent's main general, then there is still a chance to win!" The orc said to himself.

However, he suddenly felt the sound of the air breaking at his side, and hurriedly crossed the machete, using the blade as a shield, and caught the blow that flew to his throat.

But he only heard a loud roar, and the flying thing was like a boulder recognized by a cyclops, and it shook his arm numbly. He stared dumbfounded at his machete, an elven-style cone-shaped armor-piercing arrow that had pierced through the back of the knife and plunged firmly into the solid metalwork.

"This, this, this, and this ......" can no longer be called unscientific, but hell. However, before he could react further, a high-pitched long, whistle rang out from the sky directly across from him. A group of air cavalry, consisting mainly of horned eagles, appeared in the clouds and swooped down on them.

The enemy also has an air force, which has long been discovered, but it is not taken to heart by Saruber. In his opinion, a human riding a horned eagle is nothing more than a domestic dog howling in front of a lion than an orc riding a two-legged wyvern. What's more, the other party's number should still be below itself.

If it's griffons and pegasus, it's a bit of a problem. Sarubo thought to himself. He was ready to divide a part of his forces to intercept the opponent at the moment, and he could continue to charge in the direction of the opponent's banner.

Then, a shadow suddenly rose over him, like a huge dark cloud that suddenly drifted over. Saruber really couldn't be calmer this time. He saw with his own eyes that a huge steel giant of more than 100 meters had just emerged from the clouds above him, like a mountain floating across the sky.

"Well, what is that! When exactly did it appear there? ”

"No, no, how to deal with this kind of enemy!"

The orc air cavalry wailed like this, exchanging information that meant nothing but more panic. The courage that had just been summoned by Saruber with a war cry was gone.

We have to understand that as of today, in just half a minute of charge, their surprise has happened many times. Even the most coarse nerves have to give the middle finger to the tree of fate that keeps teasing them, right?

The only orc who still has some will is Saruber. At this moment, his fangs were already embedded in the skin of his mouth, oozing a trace of blood. He stared intently at the huge steel monster, and actually saw two figures sitting on it.

It was two young girls, an elf and a human magician.

That's the manipulator, right? Kill them, and will this monster get out of control?

The old orc was a seasoned hero of a hundred battles, and it was not easy to make such a judgment on the spot—though it was still wrong—but he quickly made up his mind, and forcefully pulled the trembling mount under his crotch, dragging it into the air, and soon brought himself to the same height as the other party.

He let out a snort again, howling as fast as he could, and rushed towards the girls who were riding on the back of the steel beast one after the other—only then did he realize that the steel beast, which was beyond the limits of his worldview and imagination, was actually in full dragon form.

If it's a dragon, its most terrifying breath comes from the front. If I kill it from the side, I should be able to make a loophole. Yes, this thing looks like it has exceeded 100 meters, and with such a huge body, it is not so easy to turn. The old orc knight judged for a moment, and then drove William Potter to deftly drift around the side of the steel dragon, and then took out a throwing spear from behind the dragon's saddle. Now, he was only three hundred meters away from the other party, and the Wyvern's Extreme Speed Strike could reach it in just five seconds. As long as he is no more than 100 meters away from the opponent, he can guarantee that his spear will be hit every time, and he can easily penetrate a mammoth - the absolute confidence of an orc warrior with a sense of honor.

William Porter, the old knight's partner for thirty years, also felt the master's intentions for the first time. He raised his head slightly as he accelerated, ready to brew a thunderbolt breath. It wasn't going to count on a small spark of lightning to knock down an enemy, in fact, in front of the steel dragon's behemoth body, the lightning breath of the bipedal wyvern was really just a spark of lightning. However, Saruber's spears were the secret treasures he occasionally obtained from the ruins of ancient Gelsa, and there was only a set of twelve in total, each of which had a strong ability to attach to lightning and storms. Once the energy of the thunderbolt is infused into it, it can be strengthened and infused to the greatest extent by the ancient runes in the spear.

Once Saruber throws the javelin, he only needs to gently sweep it with his lightning breath to directly turn it into an earth-shattering aurora thunderbolt. Ten years ago, this orc air knight even used such an attack to kill a rioting adult Beamon in one fell swoop.

Now, he was very close to the other party. The old knight glared at the other man, ready to throw.

However, the two women had already sensed his approach, but they didn't even bother to raise their heads. The next moment, the steel dragon just tilted its neck slightly, aiming the side of its ribcage at the orc and the two-legged wyvern.

"What is this going to do?" Intuition made him feel the danger at first, but common sense made him hesitate. All he saw was that the steel giant's chest cavity suddenly opened a hole, revealing a row of black holes.

"Doodoo Dot Dot ......" A series of fires turned into a flaming slash, and the volley was thrown down, hitting the target. Williamporter's head was torn to shreds in an instant, and the dragon's breath of the cottage was completely dispersed in his throat, and the arc of electricity spread out, wrapping around almost every piece of minced flesh that had been blown away.

Then, the continuous rays pierced Saruber's body without stopping. The exquisite alchemy armor, the tempered bear body, and even the skeletal muscles tempered by shamanic drugs did not allow him to live longer, and he didn't even have time to say his last words.

The Burning Clan's chief air cavalry, along with his famous mount, was blasted into a cloud of blood in an instant. However, such a record is certainly unlikely to satisfy the Iron Dragon and the two girls on his back. He flapped the huge steel wings with a slow movement, and it seemed that a single blow could bring a roaring earthquake on the ground, and then slowly lowered his head, and opened his mouth at the stunned orc flying force directly in front of him, and it was directly a pillar of light. In the path of the dazzling white light, all the orcs and mounts were evaporated on the spot, and even within five meters of the surrounding area, there were more or less shocking burns on their bodies.

This blow alone is no less powerful than the main guns of the Federation battleships.

And that's not all. On both sides of the steel dragon's chest, the rows of holes began to roar unscrupulously. In this way, several lines of fire pierced into the orc's military formation, directly tearing through the trajectory of flesh and blood.

Then, at the same moment, such a conversation also took place with the Iron Dragon.

"Huh? When did Mr. Panarsis have these things? I remember that the weapons left by the Titans in the past have all failed! The last time I played Parkens, I mainly bit it with my teeth, and then I hit it. ”

"Of course it was Lu Xirang who added it. The pendants on both sides are the Dragon's Fury MK1 cannon set provided for the Dragon Knight, and inside the mouth is a ship-to-ship magic crystal cannon. Fortunately, there are a lot of ancient alloys that Lu Xi didn't know where to get them, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to complete the modification. ”

"So, two ladies, can you tell the little master, even if you want to install a magic crystal cannon, why do you want to stuff it directly into someone's mouth? If you can change it, you can change it! Put it on top of my head, and I'll admit it. It's true! ”

“…… This, probably because Lu Xi said, is more like dragon breath. ”