The wind cried like a child in pain.

Snow flutters in the sky like flying flotsam. It's not winter season, but Northland Northrend is covered in a thin layer of snow and frost. This is the Dreadnought Fortress, the base of the Alliance Expeditionary Force in Northrend.

A dozen soldiers were struggling to grasp a thick iron chain at the behemoth of their commander's command, and at the other end of the chain, a behemoth, a monster was tethered. It possesses muscles and a strong body, steely teeth and claws, and can almost whip a hurricane with every flick of its wings. It was an Ancestral Dragon, a juvenile Ancestral Dragon, to be exact, captured by a combination of Dwarven Hunters and Elven Rangers. Now, Ares' plan is to tame these large aerial beasts.

Since they landed on this barren continent three months ago, the rain and snow have not stopped for a day.

Faced with an endless army of zombies, Ares and Sylvanas come up with a way to use the indigenous behemoths against the army of the undead. The Ancestral Dragons roared in the cold wind, and the chains were rattled, but compared to the rampaging dragons, this result was already satisfying for Ares and Sylvanas.

"Need to add some more potions to make it surrender."

Seeing the rampaging beast restless, Sylvanas couldn't help but frown. She pondered on the need to subdue the beast as quickly as possible, the longer it took them, the higher the cost would be. You know, an Ancestral Dragon needs to consume enough meat to feed an entire Alliance squad every day.

"I was thinking that maybe our previous strategy was wrong, and we shouldn't have relied on things like potions to tame the Ancestral Dragon. We can now rely on the Calming Potion provided by the Apothecary Guild, but as the little dragon grows, the amount of medicine needed will also increase, and this is Northrend, where supplies are scarce, and it will take a long time to transport supplies from Lordaeron here, so it is not a long-term solution to conquer this giant beast with potions. ”

Standing next to Sylvanas, Ares methodically analyzed.

"What is it that doesn't rely on potions? These dragon cubs are too young to spit dragon flames, and once they grow, they can cause devastating damage to our camp and soldiers. If you can't tame them sooner rather than later. ”

Sylvanas turned and said. She was still wearing Quel'Salas's Ranger Leather Armor, and she still looked as slender and beautiful as a girl. She is now Ares' wife......

"Perhaps we can learn more about the Viku people, how they have reached a cooperative relationship with these beasts over the millennia, and how they have cultivated feelings and tacit understanding."

Ares was a little annoyed, after all, Sylvanas had a point, these Ancestral Dragons must be tamed as soon as possible, they are in a race against time, once the Ancestral Dragons are tamed early, the soldiers of the Alliance will not have to worry about being attacked by the Scourge Legion all winter. And if they can't be tamed, in winter, when these Ancestral Dragon cubs grow up, then it is impossible to subdue them with just a few hundred soldiers. You must know that an adult Ancestral Dragon can slap two ordinary human soldiers to death with one claw. With the addition of Dragon Flame, destroying an entire wing is an easy task. Conversely, if they aim Dragon Blaze at the undead zombies...... Then, the Alliance can kill piles of enemies without a single soldier.

"The Viku won't speak, they'd rather die."

Sylvanas was helpless, and they had already interrogated all the Viku captives in the gloomy dungeons. But the result was the same, the giants would not make any sound except to let out a beastly roar, and even refused to eat the food provided by the Alliance.

"A proud and noble race."

Ares sighed. He recalls the first time he tamed wild creatures as allies. That year in the Outlands, at the end of the expedition, the Knights discovered the eggs of the Void Dragons in the wilderness and brought them back to Lordaeron, where they had a powerful air force. However, the good times did not last long, the Void Dragon belonged to the mutant dragon and did not have the ability to reproduce, and in the Battle of Lordaeron, the Void Dragon army lost four-fifths and could no longer be used as the main air force. Having only been responsible for defending Lordaeron soil, Ares and Windranger thought of the Ancestral Dragons who lived in Northrend.

"Indeed, they are the bravest fighters I have ever met."

Sylvanas sighed. She couldn't help but look down at her longbow, when she first set foot on the continent of Northrend, a Viku patrol clashed with the Alliance army, Sylvanas still remembered the battle, the leader of the Viku fought to the death despite dozens of arrows in his body, and finally dragged three human infantry and two dwarven warriors to die in honor. Blood stained the body of the leader of the Viku people, as if it were the god of war from ancient times.

"Perhaps only by conquering their kings can we know the secrets of this race."

Ares said suddenly, thoughtfully.

"That can't be, the king of the Viku people is in the castle of Utgard, which is surrounded by mountains and lakes, and the waters of the lake are so deep that they are almost a natural moat. Each Viku warrior can be one against a hundred, and there is no way we can take that fortress. ”

Sylvanas sighed.

"Nothing is impossible, and we have done so many impossible things along the way."

Ares replied with a smile.

Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden earth-shattering roar on the playground in front of them, and after a violent pull, the Ancestor Dragon cub ripped off the rivets fixed to the ground, and the two arm-thick chains were dragged down in response, along with more than a dozen Alliance soldiers. The young Archaeoptor's dragon cub ran wildly, inciting his unformed membranous wings to fly low.

The crowd looked at this beast in horror, its explosive power, even a dozen war horses may not be able to pull it.

At the critical moment, Sylvanas galloped out like the wind.

"Potion!"

She shouted. The Blood Elf Ranger on the side also reacted quickly, unloaded the potion on the war horse, and threw it directly to Sylvanas.

Catching the potion with one hand and smearing it on the cluster of arrows with the other, Sylvanas took off his longbow in a coherent motion, aiming at the beast in the air.

She didn't show mercy, and it took less than a second for her to aim, and sharp arrows came from her fingertips.

The piercing sound of flight was heard, and the arrow shot into the belly of the Ancestral Dragon with incredible precision. From the ground, the arrows were nothing compared to the massive Ancestral Dragon. But it was stained with a tranquilizer carefully blended by the pharmacist.

Soon, the Ancestral Dragon cub fell directly from the sky as if it had been hypnotized. In the snow, snowflakes were raised......

"What are you doing in a daze, go get it back!"

At this time, Ares trotted over, panting and shouting orders to the soldiers beside him. The armor, though fine, weighed heavily......