It can't be seen or touched, but it's very, very important, it's easy to disperse and difficult to gather, and once you lose it, you have to spend thousands of times more effort to get it back. After such a mix of selfish nobles and wealthy merchants, most of the prestige accumulated by the Stormwind Kingdom over the centuries has collapsed, and it is not easy for anyone to restore the country in the future.

Ainan sighed: "I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm afraid of pig-like teammates, this group of pig teammates can be regarded as making Anduin and Varian miserable." ”

The mutation on the ground did not affect the landing of the red dragon, these giant beasts spat hot dragon fire in their mouths, and sprayed dragon breath that could melt steel in their nostrils, like the god of death falling from the sky wielding a scythe, about to harvest countless lives on the earth.

Human fear, begging for mercy, cursing, resentment...... All reactions were ignored in front of the red dragon, and only the orcs on the back of the red dragon were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

The urge to kill, to be bloodthirsty, to destroy, to destroy everything is deeply ingrained in the soul of the orcs from the moment the demon's blood is drunk, it cannot be plucked, it may be suppressed for a while, but it will burst out when the right moment comes.

Before the butcher's knives of the red dragon and the orcs fell, a two-handed sickle with a three-meter-long blade swished through the air. These two-handed scythes are black throughout, even with blades, absorbing light and not reflecting light, making them ideal for sneak attacks or fighting in dark environments.

Compared to the mountain-like red dragon beast, its hands were like tiny toothpicks, and its dragon scales were several times stronger than steel, the red dragon turned a blind eye to these weapons that were enough to cut humans in two with a single blow, and still maintained its original speed to close the distance to the ground.

The black two-handed scythe struck at the red dragon, and the blade first touched the dragon scales on the red dragon's body, and then ...... Then he easily broke through the dragon scales that the steel knife and iron sword could not leave a mark on, and the whole body was submerged into the red dragon's body.

The red dragon was dumbfounded, and they froze for a full second before screaming at the pain from the wound.

The wound caused by a two-handed scythe was nothing to the red dragon, but the black two-handed scythe that struck was not one or two, nor a hundred or two hundred, but thousands. None of the scythes of so many black hands missed, and due to the arrogance of the red dragons, they hit the handles, and they were evenly spread on each red dragon that fell, which was as much as two or three hundred daos.

Imagine what it would be like to make two or three hundred cuts on your body with a pencil sharpening knife, and still concentrate on the vital abdomen?

Then it was not a minor injury, but a serious injury, a fatal serious injury.

Blood shot out, dragon blood sprinkled all over the sky, and precious dragon blood rushed out of the wound as if it didn't need money, causing a dragon blood rain to rain down in Stormwind City.

Amazingly, these dragon blood did not really fall to the ground, an invisible force held them up, attracted them, gathered them together, as if there was a large, invisible hand in the void that was playing with everything.

After suffering such a big loss, the red dragons hurriedly rose to the sky, using magic to heal their wounds while looking for enemies.

At some point, the rooftops of Stormwind were overrun by a walking black sheep-headed monster with long horns and a goat's head. These sheep-headed monsters were as dark as the scythes in their hands, without a trace of variegation.

Red Dragon was stunned: What is this?

In the Red Dragon's memory, they never remembered that there was such a race in Azeroth.

The orcs were not confused, and although the appearance of the other party had changed, it was still eight points similar to the Draenei who were defeated by them.

It's some branch of the Draenei!

At the first sight of the sheep-headed monster, the orcs determined the identity of the other party, and they saw the sheep-headed monster as a clan of the Draenei, just as the orcs themselves were divided into many different clans. Perhaps these black sheep-headed monsters are also among the Draenei, and the Thunder King clan is as special as the orcs.

With the threat of these sheep-headed monsters, the red dragons could not land for a while, and their rampant dragon scales could no longer provide protection, and the opponent's two-handed scythes could easily tear it apart, which made the red dragons very unaccustomed to it.

"Without the physical advantage, the red dragon doesn't even know how to fight? Or is it that they are accustomed to being on top and no longer have the courage to fight for their lives against the enemy? Ainan let out a smack sound and laughed at the frustrated Red Dragon, "This batch of quick goods made by Alexta in a hurry is of this standard, no wonder it will be thrown out as cannon fodder." ”

A great man said it well that it is necessary to despise the enemy strategically and to attach importance to the enemy tactically. Don't look at Ainan's words of contempt for the red dragon, in fact, these sheep-headed monsters are the strongest troops he can send without attracting the moon god Elune to attack.

Raising the wine glass full of clear springs, and toasting to the bright moon above his head, Ainan said, "Look at them, this is a new breed born from the baptism of the underworld of a race I got from Draenor. Don't look at their size as small as the dragon, their real combat power may not be lower than that of an adult dragon, and the battle with them in Stormwind will return to fairness. ”

As he spoke, Ainan took a sip of his wine glass: "After all, this is a war between humans and orcs, they are the protagonists, everyone else has to stand aside, and the red dragon is no exception." If Alexta's little cubs interfere indiscriminately, I don't mind getting a batch of red dragon corpses as materials to concoct more races for my underworld. ”

This is a warning and an ultimatum.

The army of the Stormwind Kingdom is fighting well with the orc army of Orgrimmar, and your red dragon is going to come to the angry brush and make a mess of the war, and now you still want to kill the humans in Stormwind City, is it true that Ainan is the group of soft eggs in the Council of Tirisfa, and you have to accompany the smiling face when you are bullied?

If you dare to provoke again, I will slap you to death.

The red dragons lingered in the sky above Stormwind City for several laps, but they didn't dare to come down to settle accounts with the sheep-headed monsters, but they just roared at the latter, and from time to time smashed a few times with magic, and there was no success under the black two-handed scythe that the sheep-headed monsters could even break through magic.

The weapons of these sheep-headed monsters actually have a demon-breaking effect, which is somewhat similar to the High Elf spellbreakers.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the red dragons saw that magic could not help each other, and they found their old rival, the griffin knight of the Stormwind Kingdom, and continued their game of chase.

"That's good."

Seeing this, Ainan waved his sleeves, and the sheep-headed monsters disappeared silently, just as they had come. A playful smile appeared on his face, and Ainan said to the full moon above his head, "I almost forgot one thing, I haven't named this new breed yet, in order to pay tribute to you, the true god, it's called the Moon Clan." I hope you are satisfied, Elune. ”