The multi-ethnic coalition made its way south through the westernmost mountains of the swamps, and soon reached a mountain pass leading to the barrens to the east. But they didn't stop here long, but continued south.

Due to the higher terrain, the dust swamp becomes dry at the foot of the slope of the mountain range. A smooth, hard road appeared at the edge of the swamp, and they began to step on their mounts, speeding up their march.

After more than ten days of trekking, the coalition forces came to the former village of Shimao, to be exact, on the hillside north of Shimai Village. The village once inhabited by stonehammer ogres has been ravaged by black dragons and has been reduced to a ruin of rubble and broken wood. A group of dragonmen entrenched here, enclosing a rudimentary camp with tall pointed wooden stakes, using it as an outpost to defend Onexia's lair.

When they arrived at the ruins, it was nearly dusk. They stood on the top of the hillside and looked down. Probably thinking that no one would dare to offend the majesty of the dragon, the dragons did not arrange a sentry here.

Between the ruins, the dragons built a bonfire. In the center of the camp, they set up totems like minotaurs, except that the tops of these totems are dragon heads and wings tied with rattan. On the front of this totem, there are many dragons performing sacrificial rituals, kneeling on the ground and worshipping, praising and praying loudly.

Unlike the Minotaurs' respect and gratitude for Mother Earth, the Dragonmen's blind and fanatical worship of dragons is full of servility. They have a heartfelt desire to serve their masters, regard their master's request as the highest honor, and even sacrifice their lives.

The reason for this qiē actually goes back to the origin of the dragon-man - this species did not arise naturally, but was born out of the needs of dragons. It's undeniable that dragons are powerful and unmatched, but that doesn't mean they're always on their own. In fact, there is no shortage of helpers and minions in the dragon clan of Azeroth, and this is the dragon man. Although carrying some of the characteristics of the dragons, the dragons are not descendants of the dragons. They were modified from humanoid creatures that served the dragons, and in return for their loyalty, they were given dragon-like shapes and powers by their master, Tongguò, through some secret method. and other unique abilities that belong to the dragons.

Generally speaking, every dragon man begins to serve his creator from the moment he is created. Dragonmen's skin color represents the race of dragons they serve—such as red, blue, or bronze—and they possess certain traits that are unique to that dragon. However, there are exceptions, such as Nefarian, the son of the Black Dragon King Deathwing, who used stolen dragon eggs to transform into a freak like the Colorful Dragonman.

"What are we going to do?" Looking at the light in the distance, Nazaire? Bloodspear asked in a low voice.

"We'd better attack in the middle of the night, when they're all asleep." Diego is not interested in building yì road. As the vanguard of the expeditionary force, it was their natural duty to clear the obstacles along the way, and he was not opposed to razing the place.

"Are you sure they'll sleep?" Dezko asked, he didn't mean anything else. It just felt like the fanatics weren't going to rest at all, but were going to toss and turn all night—in fact, the Minotaurs often did, as they did in the village of Fern Wall.

"I'm not sure about this ......." Diego groaned for a moment and told the truth. It was true that he had never seen such a four-legged creature when it slept, and it may be that the sleepy dragon had deliberately strengthened the dragons' energy in order to compensate for his shortcomings. to ensure that when you are asleep, you will not be taken advantage of by those with bad intentions.

"That's it, let's launch a assault!" The Blood Spear couldn't wait to jump on the wolf. He was about to give orders, but Diego grabbed him by the arm.

"Wait, we'd better wait until it's completely dark before launching a surprise attack, and you'll have to touch it on foot, you let the wolf cavalry attack now. It will only allow the dragons to hear you from miles away. ”

"Shhhh You humans are always so insidious and cunning, and you are not happy at all! The orc broke Diego's hand away and said disdainfully. He didn't seem to be going to do what Diego said.

"The orcs didn't seem to be very upright in their way of attacking Stormwind back then." Diego narrowed his eyes dangerously and said-for-tat. During the Orc War, the half-orc assassin Garona assassinated Ryan? King Wrynn. Directly led to the fall of Stormwind City, which is an eternal pain in the hearts of almost all human beings.

Diego lowered his hand and reached for the handle of the pistol on the side of his leg. It's a very clear statement – he's not afraid to turn the other cheek. Because Diego also knows very well that it is not wise to blindly accommodate and tolerate orcs, you must let him understand that you are not without temper, and sometimes, appropriate toughness will have a better effect.

"Humph!" Bloodspear hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up his insistence, the orcs were just reckless, not stupid, without the support of Diego and Dezko, it was a joke to attack a defended camp with wolf cavalry alone.

The three people who agreed gave the order to rest to their subordinates. In order not to attract the attention of the dragonmen, they did not build a bonfire, but gnawed on some cold dry food, and then rested on their mounts.

They didn't have to wait long, and after about an hour, the afterglow of the setting sun completely disappeared to the other end of the mountain, and a thick fog swirled, enveloping the entire dust swamp in darkness.

All the mounts were gathered and handed over to the care of a few of the defenders, while the large army hurried to the camp on foot.

More than a hundred attackers silently approached the ruins in the darkness. From the outside, it sounded bustling inside, filled with jagged prayers, unaware of the attackers' arrival. These fanatical dragongoites didn't even send a sentry outside the camp, and because of their fat bellies and long tails and claw-shaped four-legged legs, the dragonmen barely had any climbing abilities, so no watchtowers were built in the camp, which also deprived the dragons of the opportunity to condescend to the outside.

However, due to the barrier of a wooden wall around the outside of the camp, Diego could not provide long-range fire support, so he had to follow the assault force to touch it.

"An unreliable gadget made by goblins," the orc looked disdainfully at the musket in Diego's hand, and then raised the broad-bladed spear in his hand, which was engraved with quaint orc runes, which could make the wounds torn open by it unable to heal, and the blood would not stop, more terrifying than the deepest blood groove, "This is the real weapon that belongs to men, simple and deadly!" ”

Diego glanced at him and ignored him. At this time, they were only more than thirty meters away from the wooden wall on the periphery of the camp.

"We must fight quickly, if we reach a stalemate and alarm the Black Dragon, it will be our end." Diego lowered his voice and said one last time.

It makes sense that for the Black Dragon, it is equally difficult to deal with scattered enemies - because no one is stupid enough to huddle together and wait for the Black Dragon's spit to come. So many times, dragons will use a large number of dragonman soldiers to hold back enemy troops. When dragons and enemies are entangled, the dragon can use its spit attacks continuously. Dragons are immune to spitting attacks from their masters, so this attack can inflict devastating blows on enemies. Finally, the dragons finally swept away the remaining enemies step by step.

"I understand." Dezko replied.

Although he was not happy, the blood spear nodded, signaling that he knew.

They were more cautious towards the wooden wall. The Blood Spear led the orcs to the front, their almost beastly instincts allowing them to move without making a sound.

They got closer and closer to the wooden wall, and the spear at the front pulled out a black dagger, intending to pull the bolt behind the fence gate. But just then, the unexpected happened. The charcoal ash on the ground—something that has never been lacking in the black dragon's territory—was so caught in the air by many that it had been trampled on by many, and had been accidentally sucked in by an orc warrior.

"Ahh Before he covered his nose and mouth in horror, a loud sneeze was blasted.

The noise in the camp fell silent for a moment, and there was a dead silence all around.

"Shit, it's hard!" Nazir? The blood spear gritted its teeth and shouted furiously. Behind him, Dezko? The Morning Chaser rushed forward with a thud and kicked the wooden fence at the door.

The gate collapsed under the minotaur's hooves, kicking up more dust. Behind him, more than a hundred human, minotaur, and orc warriors rushed into the camp like a flood that burst their banks. (To be continued.) )