Alsace was incredulous and asked in surprise, "You mean...... Orcs and ...... And the red dragon attacked this village in search of ...... Food? "Although the fishmen themselves attack other intelligent beings, the orcs retain the customs of the beast; But the red dragon ...... As one of the oldest and noblest intelligent beings in the world, they would actually eat other intelligent beings raw? - Are these still the same red dragons who will declare war on the Scourge for the safety of the world of Azeroth?

"Yes...... You don't think that's right, do you? "I beg Taran to stop the orcs from doing this...... But Taran refused to agree. I think Clay is right...... We, our race, shouldn't be like this...... Queen...... The queen would not have given such a cruel order! ”

The little red dragon fell into a confused self-blame, and Arthas suddenly felt a little pitiful - after all, Arthas, as an enemy of the orcs, did not feel the slightest sadness for the death of these fishmen; On the contrary, the little red dragon is feeling guilty for the actions of his companions - perhaps, this is the real red dragon with a compassionate character!

"I've seen the queen once......," the little red dragon fell into a memory, "Taran has only allowed me and my siblings to meet the queen once. Queen She ...... She was sleeping. She is so powerful and so beautiful. As I approached the Queen, I felt kindness and peace...... Despite her sleep, the queen was still haunted by pain...... My siblings and I, who were allowed to touch the Queen's body, were shaking all the time...... She is the most beautiful red dragon I have ever seen, and the most benevolent...... God, if it were the Queen, would not allow such a cruel thing to happen! ”

Perhaps by her innate compassion for humanity, Valastaz expresses her displeasure with Taran and the cruel orders she conveys. Listening to the little red dragon's intermittent recollections, Arthas had a conjecture in his heart - as Crassus said, the red dragon Taran must be a bad guy; But the Red Dragon Queen...... It is likely that they were coerced, or they were accused, which led the Red Dragon Legion to join the orcs in fighting against the humans; As for why the Red Dragon suddenly disappeared in the war in the original time stream, Arthas didn't know, but he preferred to believe that as long as the Red Dragon Queen got out of that state of being accused, the orcs should lose the Red Dragon's help.

"I'm going back......," Valastaz began, "I'm going to ask Taran what this qiē is all about...... From here, it's dangerous, and no matter what you're going to do here, be careful; However, I advise you to return to human land, the orcs...... They're just brutal; And those of my brothers and sisters...... There are also some who have lost themselves. ”

After the little red dragon said these words of exhortation, he shook his neck, spread his wings and flew into the distance. Arthas felt that he was suspected of deceiving children--this little red dragon was really too similar to human children--Arthas and the others were obviously thieves who went to the little red dragon's house to wreak havoc; But the little red dragon not only regarded these thieves as the object of confiding, but also told all the things in his family......

Of course, Frost Sorrow has a different opinion about such a little red dragon - "It's stupid. Little Demon Sword said with some disdain. Mograini looked at Arthas and asked what he was going to do next. "This should not be far from Grimbaatar." Arthas thought for a moment and said, "Let's keep going, wait until we get there...... Let's observe the defense situation there on how to sneak in. ”

As Arthas and the others left the slaughtered fish-man village, waded through the stream, and continued along the mountain road towards Grimbaatar, in a large hall in this magnificent dwarven city, Nesario, the human uncle who had just quarreled with Taran, was playing with a dragon egg.

The egg had undoubtedly been picked out of the container that the orcs had just picked from the tail end of the red dragon, and the sticky liquid on it had been air-dried, and the whole egg was smooth and moist. Nesario spun the dragon egg in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a twisted wave of movement flashed in the air around Nesario, and a tall High Elf appeared beside Nesario out of thin air. The High Elf was shirtless, his muscular muscles covered in strange rune tattoos; The waist and below were covered with a blue and white robe, and a shoulder armor was worn on the left shoulder, which was wrapped in a crystalline hourglass.

"My brother...... Nessario, haven't you given up yet? The High Elf spoke, and his tone was very ethereal. I'm called Deathwing now, my brother...... Nozdorm. Nesario replied dissatisfied. For some reason, Taran didn't care about what he called him, but in the face of the High Elf, Nesario struggled with a name.

"Uh-huh...... I see, Nesario. Just as you don't like to call me Mnozdo, it's just a matter of habit...... Over a long period of time, habit is the foundation of my ability to find a way out. The High Elf paid no attention to Nesario's rebuttal.

"Well, the name or something......" Nesario muttered, abandoning the debate on the subject, "my brother, does the future you see still not changing?" In response to Nesario's inquiry, the High Elf stretched out his right hand and stroked the hourglass on his left shoulder, and a blue and white phantom flashed and transformed into a picture.

Above this almost realistic picture, there is a desolate and lifeless wasteland everywhere. In the middle of this wasteland, there was a tall minaret, a huge black dragon with its back down, pierced through its entire body by the spire. The dragon's head hung back, almost close to the ground; The wings hanging behind his back were full of holes, apparently after a hard battle, he died here.

With a wave of his hand, the image faded, and the High Elf said to Nesario, whose face had become very ugly, "My brother...... Why do you have such a question? As I have already said, this future cannot be changed. With every timeline I've observed, that's where the final flow goes. ”

"I know, I know." Nesario stood up impatiently and hovered on the ground with an anxious look, "At that time, it ...... Enzos showed me this picture, but he told me that if I did what it told me, things would change in ten thousand years; Now 10,000 years have passed, but the future will still be the same, I ......"

[[I'm sorry, I've been busy brushing arena equipment after level 100 recently, and I don't spend much time on the novel, and there is no way to refine it many times when uploading, and there may be typos.] 】】