For the guardian dragons, giving birth to children is a very sacred thing.

It is not only about reproduction, but also about the inheritance of power.

It can be said that every time you give birth to a child, you will take away part of the power of your parents.

This has also become a major reason why the guardian dragon Ding Kou will not forget.

Generally, it takes a long time to accumulate before a batch can be reproduced.

After all, parents generally hope to give more, so that their children can have stronger strength as a guarantee for survival from the moment they are born.

In other words, there is a certain amount of initiative in the fertility of the guardian dragons, and there is a big difference between hasty preparation and adequate preparation, not to mention the existence of additional gifts.

However, the corpse of the green dragon seen in the slaughterhouse of the Temple of Atahaca completely devoid of this cautious and responsible lineage. But like pigs giving birth to cubs, or rats giving birth to cubs, they are born and raised.

This brought back a terrible memory of Alexstaza, who had done this against her will when she was imprisoned by the Dragonthroat Clan with a demonic soul.

Of course, what the Dragonthroat Clan wants more is that she will give her magical power to those dragon eggs, but she knows very well that that is her root, and once she loses it, the end will be very tragic.

So before Ronin and Crassus came to rescue her, she reluctantly kept the bottom line. The rest is hehe, at that time, if you don't carry out a certain amount of hypocrisy and grievances, but a hard top, you will only suffer more damage, and even die, you must give the other party a little sweetness, and at the same time hang its appetite, in order to survive until the opportunity to be saved.

Ysera hadn't experienced any of this, and she just felt that her blood was being wasted like a cow, a sheep and livestock, and it really made her angry.

The other green dragons who followed were also furious. It felt like the green dragon and his reputation and dignity had been thrown into the mud, and then he had been trampled on 10,000 feet.

Kane is comparatively more heartless, he is calculating, calculating food consumption.

This is like how much a family of five people will prepare for a pot of stew, and how much a family of ten will prepare.

Count the number of green dragons slaughtered to calculate how many monsters are raised here.

He had learned from the Shadow Trolls who had already surrendered that the average Attalai rarely had the opportunity to enjoy this dragon blood food. Only if you have made great achievements, you will be rewarded with a meal.

It is said that this blood food contains strange powers, which can increase the upper limit of the physique, become a better vessel, and hold more of the power of the shadows, thus becoming more powerful.

Kane understands that what can increase the upper limit of the physique should be voodoo, not the flesh and blood of the dragon, the flesh and blood of the dragon is just a carrier, it can contain the power of voodoo without collapsing and deteriorating, and after special cooking, it has become a medium for the organic integration of the power of voodoo and the user's body, and finally achieved the enhanced effect.

Anyway. This kind of gameplay that uses the extraordinary force of the dragon's flesh and blood to become a secret medicine is actually quite chewy, and it is more like something done by an alien race.

Because the natives of this world are generally in awe of the guardian dragons. Preconceptions can become invisible shackles to creativity. It's like a child's painting is always whimsical and imaginative, while an adult's painting is logical, but often the brain is a little worse, and only Picasso, who is not crazy, can better get rid of the shackles of common sense.

But at this moment, Kane felt that it was better not to talk to Ysera and them about this, it would be tantamount to fanning the flames.

But something has to be said.

What to say?

Kane's eyes rolled and he had an idea, and he said, "Have you noticed, these dragons that at first glance look very similar to the green dragon, that is, they are like, not . First of all, there is a problem with the color of their scales and skin. ”

Because of the problem of the light source here, if you don't look closely, the difference in color is really not easy to distinguish.

But when Kane wielded a powerful wand and mimicked the sun's rays, creating several illuminating balls of light that made it look as if it were exposed to the light of the sky, the difference became apparent.

The skin of these dragons is poison green, not the leaf green of the green dragons.

In addition, the scales are not healthy, many of them are broken, not because they were slaughtered, but because they look like they have been gnawed by insects on the green leaves, and the holes are yellowed around the holes, and the edges are rotten.

Kane said: "The enemy we are going to face this time is indeed desecrating the blood of the green dragon, but these are actually not much different from the wild dragons. ”

That said, Ysera did feel a little better.

Because there are several dragons in Azeroth. For example, the main prototype of the guardian dragon, the Yuan Dragon.

In addition to this, there are also elven dragons, storm dragons, and phosphosaurus dragons. Among them, the storm dragon is divided into the active wind dragon (Xuanyun top series), and the thunder-loving electric dragon (Valagar series), and the phosphostone dragon is also divided into volcanic stone, glass stone and other different dragons.

Kane meant, so many dragons, if you really want to talk about it, they all have a little blood connection, they are hunted and killed, it is a common thing, and the guardian dragons should not have seen it often. With such a comparison, the eyes are not so shocking.

In fact, Kane wanted to make a joke to liven up the atmosphere: he deliberately planted flowers but did not bloom, and unintentionally planted willows and willows. The black dragons have taken great pains to cultivate large and fast-growing war dragons, and come here, the green dragons have become fast-slaughtering pigs and broiler chickens that have been raised to eat meat. What a gap!

It's a pity that he is not familiar with the two queens, most of this kind of joke can't afford to make this kind of joke, saying that it will make the dragons have a bad impression of him, very serious and heavy things, people are immersed in grief, this kind of joke is too much.

In fact, it's not that Kane is heartless, but he has seen more limitless cases than these in front of him, such as the living human research of the Resident Evil World Umbrella Company, and Dante's hellish world, the punishments of hell.

He felt that it was the guardian dragons who were used to being high, and when they encountered this kind of thing, they were angry.

It's a pity that the troll who works in the slaughterhouse has received the news and withdrawn, and if he wants to vent, he can only wait.

This time, Ysera did not ask his heirs to collect the corpses, but asked them to purify the place with dragon flames. To put it bluntly, there is nothing left of a fire.

The dragon's breath was a flame of energy that didn't need oxygen to ignite, so the fire soon turned the room into a fireplace, and the heat eventually made the surface of the hall vitrify.

It's just that there will inevitably be a catharsis of the residue, so there is that disgusting smell. The dragons, in particular, were disgusted by the smell, apparently associated with some unpleasant experiences.

This is the disadvantage of longevity, too much sense of déjà vu, too much association.

Hurriedly leaving the slaughterhouse, this time the dragons had learned to be obedient, and no longer presumptuous and embarrassed.

The dragons are now even thankful that Kane didn't bring anyone other than the guardian dragons, and it's really a family ugly that is not suitable for a foreign story. Even with Kane here, they all felt a little awkward.

Led by Kane, the group took a short break near the high platform of the Hall of Blood.

As mentioned before, the Hall of Blood has a terrace-like two-story platform, but there is no road to the first floor, and it needs to be detoured from other roads, and Kane and the others are one of them.

And after this movement, the dragons gradually sorted out some clues. They discovered that the temple of Atahaka was hierarchical, with ordinary worshippers having their own passages and spaces, and priests also having their own passages and spaces. It can be seen that the organizational system here has been clearly divided into hierarchical and inferior from the very beginning, which is difficult to surpass.

Such an organization is not friendly enough, but it is orderly and efficient, as long as the climbing path is clearly planned, then the whole system will be very stable.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the group encountered a battle group to greet them in the ceremony hall, and the other party is indeed capable of fighting in the mode of a war group.

The ceremonial hall is the largest place the group has seen since entering the temple, and Kane roughly calculated, covering an area of more than 20,000 square meters.

The hall is not square, but long, like a titan's corridor.

Kane's focus is not on its grandeur, but on calculating its dimensions. There has always been a series of data in his mind, and these data are connected to every place he walks.

With this data, Kane sketched a 3D map of the temple in his mind.

From the beginning, he didn't trust the map information provided by the trolls here.

He didn't doubt the reliability of those trolls, what he suspected was that even these trolls had been deceived. The temple was not what they thought it was.

Sure enough, this caution of his once again allowed him to avoid some invisible traps.

According to his calculations, the very existence of this ceremonial hall has overstretched the shape of the temple of Atahaca, as if a huge bridge-like structure protrudes from the waist of the pyramid.

The trolls who designed and built this temple back then would not have come up with such oolongs, so there is only one explanation, this temple not only exists in reality, but also merges with other planes, or rather, the entire temple is slowly being pulled into the other world.

"What an interesting situation that this temple has become a natural retreat between Azeroth and the Otherworld!" Kane thought to himself.

The ranged forces had all collapsed under this ferocious onslaught, and the remaining ghouls and skeleton shooters fled backwards.

The officers of the Scourge Army made the right choice at this time. Instead of ordering the formation to split up and let the defeated troops pass, he ordered the guards to cut down all those who dared to rush to the position.

This move temporarily saved the right flank of the Scourge from immediately crumbling due to the onslaught of the defeated army.

However, the Coalition Knights had an overwhelming advantage in tactics and technology, as well as equipment, and although the Scourge resisted hard, their battle line was still precarious under the overwhelming attacks of the Knights.

On the right wing, something similar happened. Under the charge of the red-eyed Silver Hand Knight, the ranged troops were also quickly routed. However, there were not as many knights here as there were on the left flank, and the knights were entangled with the infantry of the Scourge Army, and the killing was inseparable.

At the center, the situation is completely reversed.

In the face of the air assault of the light cavalry, although there were death knights supervising the battle, the bone archers were still hit after only two rounds of arrows.

If it weren't for the fact that the White Bone Horse temporarily blocked the light cavalry, I'm afraid that the White Bone Archers would have to repeat the same mistake this time. The hussars were actually forced to stop.

Although the light cavalry did not achieve their intended goal, they still inflicted great damage on the other side.

Often, such a blow is enough to make a low-morale enemy flee without a fight. But they don't die in natural disasters, they never lack the courage to fight, and they are not frightened, they will only be scattered due to the loss of control of the command.

"Turn on Bloodthirsty!" the Blood Prince shouted loudly, and the command instantly sounded in the ears of all psychic mages, and they waved their staffs, and the red bloodthirsty energy slapped on the immortal body of the array like a wave.