"Son of a bitch, what the hell is that!" Blackmore stood on top of the city walls, watching the flaming red dragon swooping in.

"Watch out for Flame Lieutenants, the flames of these dragons will burn the armor directly into molten iron!" Rollin shouted.

The dragon's flames covered the walls of Dunhold, and the square shield could not stop it. And the dragons don't just breathe flames, they use their massive bodies and wings to sweep away the human soldiers standing on the walls!

"Retreat into the fortress and abandon frontal resistance." Lieutenant Blackmore knew very well that if he continued to guard the tower, human soldiers, including elves, would die here.

Aurelia's silky golden hair was darkened by the flames of the flaming red dragons, and she dodged the flames, telling them about the arrows in her quiver.

Dragons' skin and bodies are quite hard, and the magic on these arrows cannot cause them substantial damage.

To give the elven rangers and soldiers enough time to retreat, Aurelia stopped the dragons who wanted to continue swooping down.

Compared to the blindness and recklessness of the orcs, these dragons have a shrewdness in their eyes that is even more shrewd than that of humans. They wielded wisdom, and two dragons besieged Aurelia on the walls with their flames.

The rest of the red dragons burned Dunhold's gates to ashes for the orcs.

Lorraine, who had been busy resisting the orcs, found that there was no tall elven general among the retreating elves.

He looked around at the flames above the tower, and in the flickering flames, a sturdy and swift figure flickered.

"Tyr, immediately withdraw to the fortress, follow Lieutenant Blackmore's troops, and I'll go find the general!" Tyr tugged at Rollin's sleeve.

"Come back alive!"

In a flash, Rollin returned to the city wall, and two red dragons fought on both sides of the wall. Their sharp claws are deeply embedded in the black-and-gray wall tiles.

The two dragon breath spells tore apart the flames sprayed by the red dragon.

Through the gap in the flames, Rollin broke into the flames.

Aurelia, whose quiver had long been emptied, stood proudly in the midst of the flames that closed around her in the center of her hand, holding a dagger. Even the heat of the flames burned her brain in a trance.

Sensing the movement of magic, Aurelia smiled, knowing that a magician had finally returned. Although she didn't want him to come. It was a contradictory question, but now, she didn't have the energy to think about whether it was right or wrong.

The scattered arcane energy tore through the surrounding flames, and Rollin handed the Book of Flashes to Aurelia, who hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Don't resist the arcane energy I want to infuse into your body, accept it gently!" ”

Feeling a slight nod, Rollin activated the effect of the Book of Flashes.

They wanted to run, and the Flame Red Dragon didn't want to give them that chance. The Red Dragon Gate twisted its stout neck and aimed its head in the direction the magician had dodged away, continuing to spew flames.

Within seconds of landing, the flames were once again around. Regardless of whether or not their flame breath hurt the orcs, the Flaming Red Dragons were targeting these two creatures with great power.

With the help of the Book of Flashes, Rollin did not stop a step, and its precise control of magical energy made the effect of the Book of Flashes to the extreme. A one-second reset time causes the caster and the object he is carrying to flash forward quickly.

Three flashes in a row, Rollin flashed into the buildings of Dunhold Castle, where the flaming red dragons were obscured by their vision, and then they all stopped, allowing the orcs to begin their invasion of the fortress.

"It seems that Zuluhid and Necruz have not disappointed me, Klers, your chief and mentor have given me the greatest guidance in the pursuit of glory!" Orgrim's broad frame rests on top of a snow-furred frostwolf, his old friend's mount. Even though there are many stories, prejudices and contradictions between them, Ogrim always misses him. If it weren't for the conspiracy, maybe he wouldn't be the one standing in this position.

Kles nodded respectfully, knowing that Orgrim was happy now, otherwise he wouldn't have said such things to exhort himself. Indeed, the Great Chief after the northward march was less reckless, and he was now the true leader of the tribe.

To the east, Lothar was still resisting the raiding forces led by Itreig, unaware that the Great Chief did not want to fight these forces of the Human Alliance right now. Rather than doing unnecessary attrition here, the Great Chief would like to truly step into the human kingdom in the north, where he will fight and plunder, and settle his home is what he wants to do most.

"Dunhold has been breached, and our soldiers have captured it, Grand Chief." Cleus watched as the nearby fortress burned with flames, a sign that the orcs had captured a fortress.

Orgrim patted the frostwolf's head, and he rushed forward with the orcs: "Leave a part of the troops to take care of Itreig, let's not stop, and hurry to Hinterland." There, we get what we want more! ”

An army of orcs passed through the fortress of Dunhold, leaving the flames in the city, and then the orcs of Southsea Town made their way to Hinterland.

At noon the next day, Sir Lothar's forces pursued the cunning and resourceful orc commander of Itreg to Dunhold. The orc troops that responded temporarily resisted the alliance's army, and the orcs officially marched north.

Sir Lothar jumped off his horse, and he took off his dusty, silver-white armor. Facing the battle-torn fortress and the town within, Rosa suddenly remembered the words of Master Rollin that day.

He had fallen for the tricks of Orgrim's yellow-skinned orc. He had expected that the Greenskins, who had been concentrating their forces in Nanhai Town, would fight them as recklessly as before, but the Horde did not do so, and they used their tactics of attacking the east and west and their own mindset about the tribe to make themselves mistaken. The meaning of that mage's words was right, but he was just a human mage from the realm of elves, and no one would listen to his words, including himself.

Gavin Ladd, who was following behind Lothar, came up and said, "General, our defeat is only temporary, and now we have to change our tactics. ”

Sir Lothar listened to no one, and he let the soldier take the reins of his horse, and walked into Dunhold.

"Tulayan, go look for any survivors here." Sir Lothar leaned against the wall, and he sat down on the spot.

Stroking his sweaty cheeks, he looked tired.

Khadgar followed Tulayan and a group of soldiers into the town, and using his control of the Frost elemental, Khadgar extinguished the flames burning there, and used his knowledge of natural magic to disperse the smoke.

"Marshal, ahem." Tulayan was burned with his armor burned, and his predecessor was Lieutenant Blackmore, who was bleeding from his body. He stood up suddenly: "Fortunately, you are still alive, lieutenant. ”

Blackmore shook his head: "Disappointing the general, we couldn't wait for your help, otherwise the orcs would have no chance to advance north." Lieutenant Blackmore said.