"Whew......" At Arthas's urging, the Red Dragon Queen tried to breathe, and then felt that her throat was still uncomfortable, and she decided to continue to delay the rest for a while.

"Wow, it's not just orcs down there, there's a lot of humans! Can I spray them with Dragon's Breath? The Red Dragon Queen began to play dumb.

"And a lot of humans?" Arthas was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Danas - didn't the bald uncle say that Riptide Castle's defenses were weak? Where are so many humans and orcs fighting in the wild?

Thinking of this, Arthas hurriedly looked down from the edge of the Red Dragon Queen's back to check the shape on the battlefield, and Frost Sorrow obediently followed behind his master, pulling Arthas's clothes to prevent him from accidentally falling.

"Such armor, such light...... Is that the Knights of the Silver Hand? How did Mr. Uther end up here? "Arthas was the first to see the Knights of the Silver Hand shining with holy light, and found his teacher Uther among the fighting paladins.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, those things are the Royal Guards of Lordaeron! Could it be that His Majesty King Terenus has also arrived here? Mograine interjected.

"Probably, Mograine, look over there, that's Anduin? Sir Lothar, and ...... And Urian? Did Sir Lothar allow him to go to war? And what about my father? Where is my father? Arthas was starting to get a little nervous - the royal guards of Lordaeron were not small on the battlefield, and his father, King Terenus, was probably among them.

"Oh, that's Sister Aurelia? She's ...... She's fighting an evil troll! Her Excellency the Queen. Sister Aurelia can't seem to hold on, you go and save her! Wen Lesa also grabbed the wings of the Red Dragon Queen and quietly leaned out to look down, and saw her sister Aurelia at a glance? Windranger, the leader of the High Elf Ranger, is struggling to resist a troll's frenzied attack.

"What? So how can there be dwarves down there? How did the dwarves get here? Wrong. These guys weren't the dwarves of Ironforge, their beards and hair were too short, and the bitter cold of the Danmoro Plains would kill them...... So where did they come from? "Muradin? Copperbeard also has its own discoveries.

The human armies and High Elf rangers who were supposed to be in Lordaeron, as well as the dwarves from nowhere, appeared on the battlefield in front of Riptide, fighting orcs, trolls, and ogres, and Arthas roughly understood why Riptide had been able to hold out until now.

"Hurry up, you idiot!" Arthas stamped his feet as he stomped his feet. While urging the Red Dragon Queen, after possessing absolute suppression, Arthas inadvertently reveals his disdain for the Red Dragon Queen, and the young prince does not realize it. This greatly detracts from the kind of suave demeanor he deliberately created.

"Okay, okay...... It's a nuisance......" The Red Dragon Queen didn't care too much, she circled back and forth in the air, spewing out a breath of dragon breath towards the place where the orcs gathered.

Of course, the process is not so smooth. Because Arthas has been shouting over the head of the Red Dragon Queen.

"Hey. Don't spray those human soldiers, you idiot! ”

"Hey, don't spray those elves, they're our allies!"

"Hey, don't burn those dwarves! Didn't you see them fighting with the orcs? Although they are not from Muradin's people, they are definitely here to help us! ”

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"What a problem, how do you have so many allies? Mortals are weak and need alliances to survive......" muttered the Red Dragon Queen. While carefully avoiding the races that Alsace spoke of.

Despite the slight grievances, the overall process was easy and enjoyable - among the orcs on the battlefield. There is no Hercules like Grom who can threaten the life of the Red Dragon Queen with the weapons he throws, as for the spells of the Death Knight and the Troll Witch Doctor...... These plagues and curses were purified by the power of the Red Dragon Queen's Law of Life before they could activate their effects.

"What should we do if we destroy the hammer of miè?" Kilrog anxiously shouted from the hills.

You can't blame Kilrog for being so out of shape, since the appearance of the red dragon, the situation on the entire battlefield has suddenly reversed, and the orcs and trolls have rushed around, dodging the red dragon flames that can never be extinguished once they are touched, and are bound to burn their entire bodies away.

"Or else...... Destroy the hammer of miè, let's run! Kilrog was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he immediately thought of escaping.

"Run? Where to run? Ogrim's face was grim—he couldn't figure out how the battle had come to this.

War, in the final analysis, is a contest of strength and surprise - in this battle, the orcs have the upper hand in strength, and they have taken the human coalition by surprise, but ...... But what's the matter with this red dragon? And it seemed to be even more powerful than Taranistaz - I hadn't heard of Taranistaz being able to spit fire back and forth like this many times - otherwise it would have been enough to destroy the entire human army of Azeroth, and it would have been enough for it to have a dragon.

Ogrim was not surprised that such a mighty dragon had become an enemy of the orcs; But what's going on with that group of humans on the dragon's back? When will humans also be able to enslave the red dragons and ride on their backs? And this is a dragon, and Taranistaz will never let an orc ride on its back!

Seeing that Orgrim had fallen into a state of distraction, the hesitation on Kilrog's face flashed, and he took a few steps backwards without a trace, and then turned around and fled desperately towards the south - the hammer of destruction could no longer command the battle, and the destruction of the orc army was inevitable, and now he could run to the sea, and the wind and waves were not too strong tonight, and he might be able to swim back to the opposite side; If we wait until the human armies come to their senses, it will be too late!

"Kilrog, you ......" Ogrim woke up from his thoughts, only to see Kilrog's back in the distance; The Great Chief of the Tribes smiled wryly - and ran away? It's okay, anyway, I originally wanted him to bring the news back to Palatin Bay, so let's run away......

Pulling his gaze back from Kilrog's back, Orgrim clenched the hammer in his hand - lost, this battle, this war, the orcs had lost; The humans who had received the aid of the Red Dragon survived the decisive battle, and then, when the mages of Dalaran arrived on the battlefield, when the dwarves of Ironforge attacked the humans from behind, and when the reinforcements at the northern end of the Sador Bridge arrived on the battlefield, almost seventy percent of the orc army would be wiped out on the field. (To be continued......)