Since the goal was to eliminate the group of dragonmen, even if the car drove to a slightly flatter area, Greenhill did not accelerate to pull away.

Instead, they slowed down, leaving the group of dragonmen in an illusion of "I can catch up if I run faster" and "the other party can't run".

In fact, judging from the fuel gauge, the remaining amount of oil in the tank was enough to slip the group of dragonmen to death and continue to drive a few laps.

In order to deepen this illusion and gather more dragonmen to catch them all, Greenhill also deliberately made some dangerous moves.

A few spears stuck in the luggage prove how dangerous these actions can be.

Similarly, this kind of imminent distance also made Marshal Wendsol, who was ready for the mortar squad, never find a chance to make a move.

In the face of so many dragons, if you rush to send troops, you may suffer heavy losses.

Morgan's sentry is just a sentry post used to monitor the movements of the Blackstone Orcs, not a garrison like the Westspring Fortress.

Maybe when the orc war just ended more than ten years ago, a bunch of veterans of the war could be brought out here.

It's a pity that with the formation of the Outland Expeditionary Force and the passage of time, the Storm Kingdom, which is unwilling to be wasted by the scattered Blackstone remnants on the Burning Plains, has only the role of surveillance, and it is one step away from the semi-abandoned state in a few years.

Marshal Windsor was reluctant to let the eggs of the recruits who had followed him to the Burning Plains fall victim to this group of dragonmen who didn't know why they were convulsing.

The only options available to assist are the dwarven mortar squad and the musketeers.

…… It's a pity that unless Greenhill drives closer, with the range of the gunpowder weapons of the world of Azeroth, the only use at the current distance is to cheer up.

The only mortar squad left that could make a difference...... Although the accuracy is not enough, at least there is an explosion range.

The problem is that Field Marshal Windsor may sacrifice himself for what must be done.

But playing war games with others as numbers that can be sacrificed at any time, Marshal Wendsol, who was born as a soldier, is ruthless in this heart.

So the soldiers who took up arms and gathered could only do this to look at the dragon rider, an engineering vehicle like no other.

…… It was quite good, and that was the opinion of all the onlookers, including Marshal Windsor.

From the perspective of an onlooker, it can be seen that Greenhill is at ease when he is a dragon skater.

But someone sitting in the car, not seeing it that way.

Of course, it's not Mi Shan, who can even be indifferent to the Black Dragon Princess taking a deep breath in front of her, how can she worry about such a small scene.

In Rice Shan's senses, the current appearance is very similar to the scene of a car chase in a Hollywood blockbuster.

Sitting in a movie theater across the screen...... No matter what kind of dome or VR with a big eye patch, it's not as cool as the immersive scene now.

As for safety, Mishan was still worried when he first crossed over.

Now that she has been with Greenhill for more than a month, the last thing Mishan worries about is her own safety.

On the contrary, it was Solal who was sitting in the back seat, with a pale face, and he couldn't see the bravery of killing a dozen blackstone orcs with La Suvios when he was in Red Ridge Mountain a few days ago.

"My lord, even a dragon man has a certain degree of coercion, it's just hard to feel it." Greenhill explains.

According to Greenhill's explanation, although the dragonmen are only servants of the dragon family, they are also a type of Azeroth dragon after all.

The power of dragons may not be as strong as that of their masters, but they are still there...... The strength of a dragonman's dragon power is about enough to make an untrained farmer's arm holding a grass rake a little soft.

The problem is that there are hundreds of dragonmen chasing after the off-road vehicles, large and small.

With Greenhill's seductive driving style, Solar, who was suppressed by Long Wei, fell into a state of panic at a loss.

"Don't worry, in a little while those dragonmen will be dead dragonmen." Mishan took the time to comfort Soral.

"Old, old...... Sir, the ...... That...... That's more than a hundred dragonmen!! Soral, who spoke intermittently, said.

"Ah, it's safe in the car." As if to prove Yoneshan's words, the three people in the carriage heard the sound of the spears thrown by the dragonmen, clanging on the carriage.

Didn't wait for Solal to recover a little under the comfort of Mishan.

Greenhill, who had been staring intently at the rearview mirrors on both sides during the drive, suddenly changed his expression and warned: "Be careful! Get down! ”

After many days of training, Solal subconsciously curled up his body.

Greenhill even directly reached out to add a protective blessing to Mi Shan's body, and pressed Mi Shan's body down with anxiety.

Almost immediately after these actions were completed, a spear with a black aura and a thick bowl mouth pierced directly behind the compartment, through the 30mm-thick armored door, all the way through and shattered the front windshield.

Because according to Mishan's movements, Greenhill's arm was cut by the spear, and instead of bleeding, the wound emitted a puff of black smoke.

"Are you alright?" Mi Shan, who was unharmed because of the protective blessing, asked worriedly.

"It's all right, sir." Greenhill's face showed no expression of pain, purification and a flash of holy light disappeared, neither the black smoke nor the wound were gone, only the shattered chainmail showed what had just happened.

"What's that?" Mishan didn't expect those dragonmen to come up with weapons that could penetrate 30 mm thick Thur silver armor plates.

"It should be an elite dragonman...... Probably from Blackwing's Lair. Greenhill glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that among the pile of dragonmen, a dragonman who was much bigger than his peers was roaring in a majestic manner.

"Even the dragonmen from Blackwing's Lair have appeared?" Mi Shan was slightly surprised, after all, the current location was still on the outskirts of the Burning Plains, far from the Black Rock Mountain.

Glancing at the broken windshield, Mi Shan felt that he should take it away when he saw it, and said, "That's it, so as not to have other accidents." ”

If there were a few more, maybe the car would really be a hedgehog.

"Yes, sir!" Greenhill, who also felt that it was not good to drag it any longer, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and at the same time reached out and pressed the button that Mishan pointed at before.

The off-road vehicle that suddenly soared in speed made the dragonmen chasing behind stunned for a moment.

Before their tiny brains could react to what was wrong, a small opening opened in the bottom of the rear of the buggy.

A bunch of black gadgets the size of ping-pong balls fell out and bounced into the dragon men who were still hesitant to chase after them.

The captain of the elite dragonman, who had a slightly higher IQ, lowered his head and looked at the small ping-pong ball that rolled to his side.

As it pondered what it was, the small ping-pong balls that had stopped suddenly burst through the middle, and then flew into the air about three meters above the ground with a "whoosh".

I once went to the lair of Blackwing, and I saw the elite dragon captains who worked as goblin engineers with a drastic change in expression.

It's a pity that all of its reactions, whether warnings or flights, vanished in a series of violent explosions.

Although due to the material, there is no way to infuse these bombs with more holy light.

But it can already be regarded as the Holy Light Bombs blessed by the Great Lord himself, each of which can leave not a single inch of grass in the circle with a radius of five meters, not to mention that the distance between the table tennis ball Holy Light Bombs that were thrown out at once is much smaller than this number.

The incessant explosions drowned out the dying wails of the dragonmen, proving once again that goblin engineering was the true master of explosions in the world of Azeroth.

"It's a pity that we don't have the right materials to make a more powerful bomb."

Greenhill, who created this dragon massacre, wasn't very satisfied.

"That's enough, you don't have to make that N.U.K. target locator." The thing Misr is talking about is one of the signs that the world of engineering in Azeroth is going in the wrong direction, a single nuclear bomb.

"My lord, I'll try to make it if you need it......" Greenhill said.

“……”

"It's not that hard, sir." Greenhill, who thought Mishan was not convinced, continued.

"Can I retract what I just said?" Rice Shan covers his forehead.