As soon as the High Elf's words spoke, the red dragon fell silent. Although its entire body was still trembling with pain, it did not continue to howl miserably, but glared at the High Elf with eyes that were larger than the High Elf's body.

Strange to say, with the difference between the size of the dragon and the High Elf, the red dragon could swallow the High Elf with a single mouth, but it did not. It was a long time before the red dragon opened its big mouth full of fangs, and said in a somewhat low voice, "Even if this is the case, you shouldn't ...... Taran, I know you're unhappy with me, but these ...... They are also your people, how can you bear to let them be enslaved by those orcs? ”

The High Elf shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care. Soon, the red dragon was in agony of laying eggs again. Listening to the miserable howl of the red dragon known as the "Queen", the High Elf's face showed a trace of unbearability, he gently stretched out his hand, put it on the skin of the red dragon, sighed, and said, "My ...... Queen, you must know that Nesario's patience is limited...... If you don't accede to my request again......"

The words "Nesario" seemed to make the red dragon even more angry and frightened. Its eyes showed a color of despair, but it still insisted: "No...... I'd rather die than agree to your terms......" The High Elf sighed and turned away from the red dragon's side.

As soon as he took a few steps, the High Elf stopped, turned around, and said with a bitter voice, "Queen...... I know what you're waiting for. But the rest of the people, all in Northrend, don't know where you are...... And the only people who live here ......"

The High Elf paused, seeing a glimmer of hope in the red dragon's eyes, the unbearable look on his face disappeared, replaced by coldness and cruelty: "The only clansman who lives here, Clay, has been killed by me, the night I went to Nanhai Town. ”

With that, the High Elves left the huge room without looking back, leaving the red dragon roaring in place: "Taran! You're ...... You have betrayed me, you have betrayed your people, you ...... Yes! As another dragon egg was laid, several orcs trotted up to the tail of the red dragon, carrying the huge container that the men could not cover together, and quickly left the room.

The red dragon seemed to be used to such things, and it didn't look back, but just rested its head weakly on the cold bluestone floor in the room, and whimpered, "My ...... The children...... Taran, Nesario, you ...... Ysera...... Come and save me......"

The High Elf left the room, only to find someone waiting for him outside the door—a middle-aged human man with black hair, a black beard, and an opulent black and red robe. "Your counsel has failed again?" The human uncle quipped. Taran, the High Elf, took a step back vigilantly, stared at the human uncle, and said, "Nesario, there are still three days left in the deadline we agreed. In these three days, the queen is mine! ”

With his hands in front of his chest, Nesario sneered and said unceremoniously, "It's funny...... If I'm not going to make good on that promise, do you think you'll be able to stop me? A flash of dead ash flashed across Taran's face, but he quickly said loudly, "Can't...... But Nesario, if I fight to the death, even you and the queen will definitely pay a heavy price! ”

Nesario's eyes narrowed, as if to consider how determined Taran was to die. After a while, the orcs came out carrying containers of dragon eggs, and Nesario waved his hand to signal them to follow him, and then said to Taran, "I'm going to do my research...... Maybe I can achieve my goal without forcing my infatuated sister...... Alas, she's really brainless, it's been 10,000 years, how can she still miss that guy......"

Chattering, Nesario led the orcs along the wide, deserted streets of Grimbaatar into the distance. Taran watched Nesario's distant back, clenched his fists, and his eyes spewed angry flames - there was not much time left for him, and in three days, whether Nesario's real yàn succeeded or not, his queen would no longer belong to him.

In the vast meadows of the wetlands, the Alsace group is heading along the mountains towards Grimbaatar. In fact, no one, including Weenesa and Mograine, knew exactly where Grimbaatar was. However, the vague memory that Frost Sorrow had taken from the orc's soul would come in handy, and at least a few people would be able to know where to go.

Frost Sorrow assumed the appearance of a guide and walked in front of the group with great vigour. It's just that this guide is a bit incompetent, not only is he confused about the specific route, but he is also distracted from time to time to observe strange flowers and plants, magnificent insects. Wenlesa walked forward as she kicked the grass with her foot. I don't know why, Wen Lesa just felt very angry today, especially when she saw that Arthas and Frost Sorrow were always glued together, Wen Lesa couldn't help but think back to that night, in the carriage of the carriage, these two people......

Shaking her head, Winlessa's skin glowed a lovely pink - she remembered the white "stick" on Arthas's body, wrapped in Frost's sad lips...... Suddenly, the Frost Sorrow in front of him stopped, and said to Arthas alertly, "Master...... There is a case ahead! ”

Arthas also stopped, and Winlessa and Mograine vigilantly blocked Arthas with their bodies. The little prince asked, "Xiaoshuang, what's going on up ahead?" Frost Sorrow twitched her cute nose and said, "A bunch of dead people...... Oh no, it doesn't seem to be human...... Oh, master, you can go and see it with me. ”

Dead person? - Winlesa and Mograine looked at each other and put away their weapons. Since it is a dead man, it is not a human being...... So what's there to worry about? - Wen Lesa complained a little more about the sorrow of the frost - this woman with a poisonous tongue knows how to make a big fuss and attract the attention of others. However, Wen Leisa, who was still slandering the sorrow of Frost, did not feel that Frost's sorrow was making a big fuss at all after continuing to move forward for a distance.