Before Alexstrasza could reply, a thin figure emerged from the dark grass at the end of the campfire.

"Phew! You damned orcs, let go of the venerable Red Dragon Queen, or I won't spare you!" ”

There is no one who dares to say such a shameful line except Arthas, a young boy who still has the dream of a knight.

According to his own unscrupulous teacher, the fun activity of unlocking new poses is only interesting if you have to do it yourself, and it is too heavy to let dozens of green-skinned orcs play "レッドドラゴン Queen の監forbidden 調教".

Of course, more importantly, Chu Ci didn't want to waste time here.

Arthas clearly remembers what Chu said before jumping out.

"Boy, I've already added a 'god descends to earth' buff for you, go up bravely! Hit the dastardly orcs and save the beautiful Majesty! ”

Chu Ci patted Alsace on the shoulder, cheering for Alsace in the tone of the old man's encouragement to the warriors.

"Huh? Weak human cubs? Necruz was startled at first, almost thinking that it was a human adventurer wandering the northern continent, limping and trying to escape.

But as soon as Arthas stepped into the area of the campfire, the lame warlock immediately calmed down and smiled: "A human cub who is still nursing dares to fight against powerful orcs. ”

"Give it to me, catch him, the Dragon's Throat Clan is about to rise, and this human is a sacrifice!"

The two orcs, the shortest of the largest but stronger than adult men, quickly pounced, one left and one right with their bare hands pincering at Arthas, as fast as a cheetah.

Necrus turned around, ready to continue threatening the Red Dragon Queen, but before he could speak, the people suddenly erupted in angry howls.

"What's going on?" Necrus turned impatiently, his pupils shrinking.

The silver blade slowly pulled out of the orc's body, and dark green blood rolled on the smooth blade, splashing onto the grass.

The other orc had already fallen to the ground, dark pools of blood curling from beneath the corpse.

"Damn humans!" Necruz was dazzled, but not the other orcs, and Arthas's white glow flickered to the furiousness of the orcs.

"Let me come, I'm going to rip your neck off alive!" The stout orcs with burns on their faces came out of the crowd, their muscles strong, the giant axes in their hands whining, and each foot made footprints three centimeters deep in the dirt.

As soon as the stout orc let out a shout, Arthas slammed his foot on the ground, and the soft soil exploded to a height of two meters, and suddenly disappeared from its place!

No, not to disappear, but the moment he exerted force in his legs, he rushed over!

His speed was so fast that the stout orc only felt a flower in front of him, and then a chill came from his chest, accompanied by a tearing pain.

When he saw Arthas's appearance, a stream of blood had already rushed out of his chest, and Arthas, who had drawn his sword, kicked him in the crook of the leg mercilessly, and his upper body was short, and he disappeared from his vision again.

"Whew!"

The second sword appeared on the neck of the unbalanced and backward stout orc, severing his trachea and spinal nerves with precision, nearly slicing off his entire head.

Arthas's attack was so fast, because he knew that once he let the Warlock strike, he would be in trouble.

The small steps cut straight into the orc group, and the orc who bore the brunt of it was startled, but as soon as he swung his axe to attack, Arthas had already turned and pounced on another unsuspecting orc.

At the moment of life and death, this orc also burst out with a ferocity, and the long-handled steel hammer in his hand was thrown out by him before he could attack, and he hugged Arthas with both hands.

At this time, the first orc also made a move, he waved the axe blade in his hand, and his fat body suddenly jumped high and slashed directly from mid-air.

Caught in front and back, Arthas was bound to be slashed by the axe blade even if he could avoid the orcs' bear hugs.

Therefore, before the blade of the axe had completely fallen, a fierce sneer appeared on the green-skinned and ugly face of the first orc.

Seeing that the two arms that were enough to break the neck of the war horse were coming straight towards him, Arthas's pupils contracted slightly, his body suddenly twisted in the process of rushing forward, raised his foot and kicked it, stomped on the orc's knee, and the second foot stepped on his face unceremoniously, and the whole person rose up, flying and spinning, his whole person was like a sideways collision with the falling axe blade, but at the most dangerous moment, the long sword was handed out, knocked to the axe blade, flew sideways with the force, and then sent it straight with his backhand, penetrating the Tianling cover of another orc from top to bottom.

Arthas's swordsmanship is upright and spiritual, and his body steps are even more strange and light, and three months of training have made his practice and practice a perfect combination, if it weren't for his young age, I'm afraid he could kill the remaining dragon-throated orcs by himself.

Necruz had already struck, and the successive 'corrosion' and 'painful impermanence' were counteracted by Arthas's angel-winged armor, and the only way to use the most evil summoning technique was to open a portal with a limited energy limit and summon other-dimensional creatures from outside the plane.

"Hellhound!"

As soon as the evil creature with black flames stepped into the plane, the place where it landed on all fours began to decay and wither, as if all life had been polluted or devoured.

"Servants of the Burning Legion, you dare to touch the evil power!" The Red Dragon Queen let out a low roar, and the dragon's eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

The appearance of the Hellhound did not turn the tide of events, as long as the 'Celestials' were in his possession, Arthas completely ignored magical damage and evil energy shocks, and with the clumsy combat skills of the Dragonroar Orcs, he was no match for Arthas.

"Give me death!" Arthas swung his sword, and the silver light shone brightly, and an ugly old head flew into the air, crossed a simple curve, and rolled into the dense grass, and the unwilling eyes gradually dimmed, and the light was no longer bright.

"Dear Red Dragon Queen, I have slain the despicable orcs who offended you." Panting slightly with his sword, Arthas pulled out the dragon egg from the pile of corpses and sent it to Alexstaza's massive dragon head to salute.

"Young human, you have done a good job, evil energy is not allowed to appear in Azeroth, and the evil tentacles of the Burning Legion should not be active in this soil." Alexstasa lay on the ground and turned to Arthas for help, "Human, take the demon's soul away, I need some time to adjust my strength. ”

"Yes." Alsace did what she wanted.

How could a six-year-old boy with a demon soul of more than 400 kilograms move, but if Arthas used brute force to move, he would definitely be laughed to death by Chu Ci when he turned around, so the little prince took a trick and used the long sword as a support to pry up the demon soul placed on Alexstasa's back, standing on the smooth dragon's back, and the black disc was gently pushed, and immediately rolled down the dragon's body and fell to the side.

Then it was gently caught by a slender and powerful hand! (To be continued.) )