"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, we have arrived." When the drama between Arthas and Winlessa was about to come to an end, Mograine had already walked over and stood beside Arthas, reminding him.

Arthas glanced at Winlesa, and the High Elf Ranger just snorted coldly, and then turned his back; The little prince was bored, but he also knew that at this time, or for some time from now on, he had better not provoke Winlessa, so he took Frost's sad hand and poked his head out slightly, looking from the back of the Red Dragon Queen to the ground.

The Red Dragon Queen seemed to know that this was the destination of Arthas and the others, and at this time the speed of her flight had decreased, and the altitude had begun to sink slowly, even Arthas, who was not outstanding as a human, could see the Dammod Fortress on the ground under the light of the twin moons and the torches all over the walls.

I am back! Muradin, Prince Danas, you're all right! - Arthas clenched his fists and said silently in his heart - although he had only been away for a day, Arthas still had a lot of worries in his heart.

Judging from the banner at the head of the fortress of Dammod, the silver-white hammer passes through the simple emblem of the golden ring icon, indicating that the fortress is still in the hands of the combined forces of humans and dwarves; This calmed Arthas's mind a little, but it didn't mean that Muradin was the commander of the coalition forces? Copperbeard and Danas? Thorbain must be safe, and Arthas must see it with his own eyes.

"Shall we just land like this?" The muffled voice of the Red Dragon Queen came from under the feet of Arthas and the others, and at this time, the Red Dragon Queen had almost stopped flying forward, but stopped in the air by flapping her wings, so the voices of Arthas and the others could also reach her ears.

"No, Your Excellency. Let's go say hello to our common enemy first. Arthas tightened his grip on Frost Sorrow's hand, and set his eyes on the red willow forest outside the fortress of Dammod, in which the faint glow of a campfire flickered and froze, Arthas knew. There, was the station of the orc army besieging the fortress of Dammod.

"Say hello?" The Red Dragon Queen's voice was full of doubt.

"That's right. It's time for these invaders to taste the bitter fruit of their own brewing! A cruel smile appeared on Arthas's lips, which made Wenlesa and Mograini on the other side feel the same thing in their hearts—such a smile. Does it really belong to a toddler who is only 10 years old?

In the mangrove forest outside the Dammod Fortress, the moonlight shuttles through the forest, reflecting the strangely shaped, twisted branches of the red willow on the ground, shattering into countless mottled silhouettes.

In the middle of the woodland, several old willow trees were lowered to the ground. An orc sitting on the stump of a thick red willow tree with a huge, square-bladed battle axe in his hand was none other than Grom, the chief of the Warsong clan and the first warrior among the orcs? Hell roars.

At this time, Grom was staring at the flickering bonfire in front of him with great interest, gently stroking his bare chin with one hand, and then said, "So...... Nexus Cruise, do you think, these two things...... Well, or rather, these two monsters. Can it bring more power to the Horde? ”

"Yes, Grom." In Grom? On the opposite side of the roar of hell, in the shadow of a red willow, stood a man who was covered in black robes, revealing only a pair of red eyes, which was particularly stunning in the dark night.

"Interesting...... But it seems to me that their ...... Here, there seems to be something wrong. Grom removed his right hand from the end of the handle of his weapon, Bloodroar, and pointed at his head, before putting it back in its place, though it was either an orc or a human. Traditionally, classes such as mages, warlocks, and shamans require a higher level of intelligence, but Grom thinks this theory is completely untenable—for a warrior. If you want to be invincible, in addition to being strong, you must also have a calm heart and careful thinking, in other words, a fool with brute force. You can't be a great warrior - like the ogre and Goron, who, despite their strength, are always defeated by the orcs.

"That's why, Grom, they're available to us. The dragons' strength is strong enough, and if you add the dragons' intelligence, I'm not sure they'll follow my commands. What's more, the birth of the dragon beast requires the sacrifice of the orcs; I know that the warriors of the orcs should die on the battlefield, not in this way; However, there are also some weak orcs who cannot become the survival of combat power. And these orcs ...... I think they should be willing to give their lives for the strength of the tribe. "It was the black-robed orc who said this, and he, the orc warlock that Arthas and the others saw outside the orc cottage in Grimbaatar, Necrus of the Dragonthroat Clan? Skullcrusher, the commander of the orc's operation to imprison the Red Dragon Queen in Grimbaatar.

"Hmm...... You're right; But one thing you have to remember is that Necruz, our weaker compatriots, they are not supposed to be willing to give their lives for the strength of the tribe, but they are willing. Although it is very sad, but to be honest, in recent years, in many clans, there are more and more unsuccessful clansmen, if they can all become dragon beasts...... Maybe we can get a strong army soon. However, the premise of this qiē is based on the fact that the 'dragon beast' in your mouth is really strong enough, do you know what I mean, Necruz? "Grom didn't care about the fact that orcs turned into drakes tantamount to death - if the drakes brought by Necrus were really strong enough, Grom even planned to bring his son, who was born frail and sick, to turn him into a drake at once, so that at least it would be of some use to the clan.

"I understand, Grom. In Grimbaatar, we have already done a real thing—a drake beast can kill a full twenty orcs in an instant, and this is the combat power of drakemons. Necrus said.

"Twenty?" Zuherd's voice rang out from not far from Necruz, and behind him were the two sons of the late Blackstone Clan chieftain Blackhan, Red and Maim, and I don't know if it was because they were too tired, the two young orcs looked a little listless, and were napping half-asleep with their backs against the low trunk of the red willow tree behind them.

"Yes, chief, twenty." Necruz bowed slightly, showing respect for Chief Zuherd.

"No, no, Necruz, you didn't understand what I meant. Twenty orcs are nothing in combat power, especially ...... With these orcs belonging to the Dragonthroat Clan, compared to the warriors of the Warsong Clan, you are a bunch of eggless. As he said this, Grom let out a wanton mockery, and strange sounds echoed through the red willow forest, and some of the Warsong Clan warriors who had fallen asleep woke up from their sleep, and just as they wanted to scold, they recognized the voice of their chief, and in an instant they died down and lay back on the ground. (To be continued.) )