Duke is depressed!

I'm choking enough to fight a molten heart, and I still have to help your queen and majesty get hot springs, and I don't have any benefits after I finish it?

Does this sound like a word?

Man is sometimes a creature of death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The more you can't get it, the more you want it!

Duke hadn't even thought about what he was going to do.

Directly [Invisibility Technique] to get started!

Trouble!

"Hmph, I'm going to establish the supremacy of my harem king today!" Du tiptoed around the sign that symbolized shame, and quickly and quietly touched it.

The walls of the gate were all erected by Duke, how could someone not leave a back door for themselves?

With a single touch, a gorgeous turnstile appears on the seemingly intact wall.

Who knows, Duke had just flipped into it when suddenly a magic message came......

In the hot spring, the women were chattering and laughing.

Men discuss women together.

Women evaluate men together.

This is an almost eternal truth.

"Will Duke touch in?" said Kalia in a whispered to the sisters.

As a result, the sisters replied at the same time: "Definitely!"

Queen Xi made up the knife domineeringly: "I know that guy can't help it! But it doesn't matter, Feng'er will tell me about his arrival." ”

"Sister Sylvanas is going to clean him up?" asked Illusia.

"Of course, you can't be too accommodating to that guy, or he'll become bottomless. "Queen Xi is categorical.

"Well, I'm still wondering if Duke would be able to shout 'don't' to stir up the atmosphere or 'don't stop' to stimulate it if Duke came in invisibly. Tyrande held his face, which looked very holy at all times, and talked about it on a large scale, which made several thin-skinned fellows blush.

Alas, the female driver can't afford to be injured in drag racing!

However, unexpectedly, Duke did not come until the women finished bathing and playing.

"Did anyone see Duke? what happened?" Gianna asked the people around her after coming out.

Luo Ning, who was in charge of the portal, replied, "Master, he seems to be in a hurry, and he went back through the portal." ”

What is the urgency that can make the Alliance Commander rush over in person?

Not to mention, it's a big urgency.

On the Black Rock Mountain, corpses are everywhere, and the blood that should have been shed has long been drained.

Almost violent heat steamed everything that came near it, living or dead.

None of the thousands of orc corpses had their backs in the direction of the Blackstone Tower, there was not a single scar on their backs, and all of them died because the front of their bodies had been torn apart by the force and destructive force of their bodies.

In the distance is a vast crimson plain.

Nearby, a small tribe was running desperately towards the plains at the foot of the mountain.

Their mount, the Velocitor, had long since died on the mountain, leaving only a few trolls carrying a few burly figures on the most rudimentary stretchers.

One of the orcs on the stretcher was clearly covered in scars, and he was still shouting in a heart-rending voice, "Let me down, let me down! I'm going to fight those bastards!"

"What are you going to fight!?

"Death is death!Enough is enough!I'm fed up!Woking!Leave me behind—let me finish the last glory of the orcs!" Grom, wrapped in a rice dumpling on a stretcher, struggled desperately.

Is that a roar, a cry, a pleading?

Even Grom Hell Growls can't figure it out to himself.

"Glory!?Is it the glory of the tribe to be wiped out in the Black Wing's Lair?Didn't your old friend Orgrim try to retreat back then?Okay, good, you orcs are brave enough!Then I, Wojin, will be this escaped coward!Tell you, Grom, even if I fight to bear the stigma, I will save you in the hands of the Black Dragon, and send you back to Thrall alive." ”

"No, Saar, no- I don't have the face to see Saar, all three thousand of the elite are destroyed...... It's my fault! it's all my fault—" Grom was in tears, and he couldn't tell which was blood, tears, and sweat on his face.

"Shut up! Grom! The crusade against the traitors is agreed upon by all of us! Even if we are guilty, I am as guilty as Thrall! The point now is that we must get out of here alive and then find a way to get revenge. Woking stood at the back of the line with a spear.

Originally, his injuries were not light, he had a left arm torn off from his elbow, which is a lifelong disability for other races.

Woking is a troll, a psychopathic race that can theoretically recover indefinitely as long as it doesn't hurt its head and heart, and with enough nutrition and time. Therefore, after a bloody battle, everyone was almost injured, but Woking's condition was the best.

"Revenge?

"There is a magic array here, and all teleportation and magic messages have been disrupted, but I sent out a signal flare for help as agreed. Now we can only count on the alliance to keep its promise to join forces and send a rescue team to save us......" Speaking of this, Woking's mouth was also full of bitterness.

It is ironic that a once-powerful tribe is now asking for help from its former vanquished and sworn enemies.

Suddenly, there was a terrible roar behind everyone.

"Roar—" It was the cry of some peerless beast from antiquity.

Grom was desperate: "Hell, that thing was chased out." Unless the alliance gathers all the strong men, it will not be able to compete with it. ”

Not only Grom, but even Woking was desperate, he looked back, and finally stopped: "Yes...... It's too late. Even if some thieves in the alliance see our flares, wait for the distress signal to be sent out, and then organize a rescue team to come...... I guess we'll be able to pick up our bones. ”

A crimson beast rushed out of the gates of the Black Rock Mountain towards the Burning Plains. It spread its huge red wings and soared into the sky, and in just a few flutters, the shadow of his wings already enveloped the tribal chiefs.

It was an ancient red dragon of incomparably greater strength.

His eyes were red, and he locked on to Woking's party.

That's when something strange happened......

It was the most feared pursuer and one of the culprits in the downfall of the three thousand elite orcs, but its words were filled with the deepest despair.

"Oh! no, you get out of me!"

"I can't control myself anymore!"

"I don't want to kill you, because your death will make my sins even greater!"

Although Wojin was tempted to retort to it, 'If you don't want to kill us, don't attack!', Woking knew that the red dragon's actions had nothing to do with its will.

It is also a tragic existence.

Its name is Fallen Valastaz.