Brothers and sisters, especially sisters, you read that right, "Shemale" has been restored and updated. Tickets, flowers, collections, recommendations, evaluations smash me.

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Have you ever seen a town ravaged by dragons? You must have seen it, because there are so many Western fantasy movies in the world, the dragon is a symbol of evil in the West, because it is super powerful, so it is generally arranged to be the final boss, and only superheroes such as the protagonist can defeat it after paying a heavy price at the last moment, thus achieving the great cause of dragon slaying that no one has ever done before. Before the dragon was slaughtered, there must have been some prosperity or not-so-prosperity, but the scale must have been small and the town inhabited by a lot of waste wood and cannon fodder was ravaged. A thief can only be called a thief if he has stolen something, right?

The bridge was now vividly unfolding before my eyes, the furious red dragon scorching this and most of the collapsed fortress with flames from its mouth, and a large number of panicked and unkempt orcs rushed out of the various exits of the fortress. This purposeless escape reminds me of the past when the rat exterminator sprayed the rat hole with a flamethrower, and the rat that was burned by the fire instinctively escaped from the rat hole, but did not want to be outside early and full of traps, and death was only the difference between sooner or later.

Of course, the red dragon is not so smart, otherwise they can completely block the east gate with a red dragon on the left, and the one on the right to look at the southwest and northwest side gates, leaving one of the most irritable to wreak havoc in the fortress, so that none of the orcs want to slip away, and the whole burnt orcs of the fortress, the orc priest must be heartbroken when he sees it.

The above are just some of my cranky thoughts, and lately I have been uncontrollably cranky, and irrelevant things can also be pulled together by me. However, the spies returning from the front interrupted my reverie. They brought back a male orc who was darker than the coal digger.

"What's your name?" Schilling rode his horse and went to inquire about the situation, "Why are those three red dragons attacking your fortress?" ”

The orc who was brought in was very clear in his mind and articulate, and was a good subject to be questioned, but we underestimated the length of his name a little. The orc grinned and said, "Hello, my name is Drake. Drake Handebak Tafarel Cissedan ......"

"I'm sorry." Schilling interrupted him directly, "We just need to know what to call you." Although we all know that the longer a orc's name is, the more glory his ancestors have, we don't want to discuss this issue now. ”

"You just call me Drake. I'm from the Shattered Axe Clan. After saying that, Drake seemed to remember something very important, and added, "I am the chief's son." ”

I really don't understand why the orcs have this primitive clan system, and what good it can do other than the disadvantages of torn the orcs apart and consanguineous marriages. If the orcs had half the unity of the white elves, humanity would have been bulldozed long ago. Of course, this is only a matter between NPCs and has nothing to do with the player.

"Give our dear chief's son a little water to drink." I commanded loudly. People euphemistically hinted that the identity was 100% to get better treatment, and we wanted to get information from him, so we would make him feel good for the time being.

Who knew that this big-mouthed chlorophyll turned out to be a water bag and just sniffed it, so he handed the water bag back, and cheekily asked, "Is there any wine?" ”

"Give it to him." At my command, the chief's son got his wish. As he slammed the wine bag into his mouth, I noticed that his pants cast two hateful glances at him. Ah, it seems that pants are the only one of them who has the habit of carrying alcohol. The dwarves are all drunkards.

Seeing that Drake was wiping his mouth very coolly, I glanced at Schilling, and at the same time scolded in my heart: "Damn, don't you ask if you have something to say." What should I do if this grandson wants to eat roasted whole sheep in a while? ”

Schilling understood, for he saw that I was silently wiping a dagger. Schilling expertly asked, "What the hell is going on up ahead?" Why are the Red Dragons attacking your fortress? The information that the Great Chief gave us was that there was only one red dragon, and now why are there three? Is your chief, Blackhan, still alive? If you are alive in the fortress? If you're fighting the Red Dragon in the Stronghold? How can orcs stalemate with the red dragon? ……”

Schilling's question was like a machine gun firing at high speed, spitting sparks and shooting at Drake in one go. To be honest, I think Schilling is in vain, the orc's IQ can't remember such a question at once, and even if he barely remembers, he doesn't know where to start answering. And the facts proved my idea. Drake just smiled, then touched the back of his head a little shyly, and replied, "Hehe, Blackham is not my father." ”

It seems that when I hear the sound of someone falling off a horse, I must be so hot that I am hallucinating. I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I directly instigated the general to block between Schilling and Drake, and asked the most practical question: "Do you think our group of people can defeat the Red Dragon?" ”

"Hehe, Drake is not stupid." Drake gestured at me with a sense of humor, and I was trying to say that orcs are extremely lacking in humor.

"You mean, you just can't beat it."

"Unless you can summon the orc beast Beamon like the Great High Priest." This time Drake said something useful.

I turned around and yelled at the black-pressed army behind me, "Is anyone going to summon Beamon?" ”

Three seconds of silence meant that no one would, and I believe there wouldn't, and if there was a player who could summon Beamon, he would be the boss, not me or Schilling. As the boss, I have an obligation to ensure the safety of my subordinates, so I have thought about it again and again and made the wisest choice: "The whole team will turn back and return to the orc capital immediately." ”

"Go back?" Schilling asked me puzzled, "Why don't we go back without killing the Red Dragon?" What about the task? ”

"We can't defeat the Red Dragon at all, and if we go, we will be sent to death. Why bother. It's better to go back to the orc capital and arrest the high priest, summon Beamon for a live performance, and then we'll wait for Beamon and the red dragon to finish the ring, and pick up a leak. I explained.

Schilling was skeptical: "Are you sure?" Quest can still do that? ”

"Do you want to hear the truth?" I fanned myself with my hand, and a gust of hot air only made me more anxious, "I just want to get out of this place that makes me dizzy with heat as soon as possible." ”

With a wave of my hand at the stupid Drake, I was ready to flee this place. Coke Valley is a huge coal kiln as the name suggests, and I'm not a North Korean player who failed to play football, and I don't want to be a miner.

The moment I turned around, out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a faint flush at the end of Orc Drake's slightly open clothes, as if a very small sharp needle had picked at my scalp, and I felt the wild fire elemental power hidden in Fleminna's hair burst out at once. My hair floated upwards like a balloon filled with hot air as if it were all out of touch with gravity, and began to glow a faint pink. I didn't think about it at the time, and I just yelled: "Take Drake down for me, search my body, immediately." ”

The people who were still extremely depressed just now seemed to be cheered up by a basin of ice water poured on their heads, especially the pants he rushed to be the first. "For the sake of damn wine." He hummed under his breath, then struck Drake the back with his one-handed axe.

The poor orc was tied into a rice dumpling in less than three seconds, and a fiery red transparent bead the size of a ping-pong ball was handed to me. A deafening system beep: You have obtained the "Five Dragons' Fury Stone Fire".

I whistled, and it was a no-brainer. I triumphantly walked up to Drake and smiled, "Dear Chief Blackhan, I really didn't expect you to think of trying to fool around with a fake name. You have given me a new perspective on the intelligence of orcs. ”

The chieftain who was recognized did not panic, but smiled calmly: "I'm not afraid of 10,000, just in case, I have no choice." I didn't expect to be recognized by you. ”

"Hmph." I pursed my lips, "I know the name of the Red Clay Fox. Luckily, I have a habit of listening to people sing and tell stories, otherwise I would have thought that orcs were all bold and reckless. Your cunning is a great thing to make the high priests jealous. Otherwise it will not allow you to leave the capital and stay here exclusively. ”

"The High Priest wants to kill me with the hand of the Red Dragon, and you think I don't know?" Chief Blackhan finally showed a cunning and cruel expression, and roared angrily, "Everything I do is for all the orcs. The Red Dragon, which was a tool of orc slavery five hundred years ago, is now on an equal footing with us, all due to the cowardly style of the moderate High Priest. The glory and dignity of the orcs were ruined by them. ”

"It has nothing to do with us." I shook my head as I shook the fire of the five dragon fury stones in my hand, "I only care about my mission. I will not interfere in the feud between you and the high priest. ”

Blackhan said hatefully, "If you take away the Dragon's Fury Stone, you take away the root of the source of the Red Dragon's power. If I didn't have the Red Dragon, how could I stand up to the High Priest who could summon the Beamon Divine Beast. Give me a good time. Everything is God's will. Let the appearance appear when it is most undesirable, if it is not for the red dragon to temporarily get out of the control of the angry stone and temporarily regain its divine power, you may be able to get the angry stone with your consciousness. ”

"Speaking of which, I am indeed God's favorite." I raised my eyebrows, "Behead Blackhan on the spot, behead." Then the orc capital will be restored. ”

After saying that, I condescendingly said to Blackhan, "Don't worry, I will have someone bury you with the courtesy of a warrior." ”

"I'm afraid you don't have that time." Blackham smiled grimly. At the same time, the fire of the five dragon furious stones in my hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a bright red pillar of light shot straight into the sky.

"What's going on?" I screamed.

"The Red Dragon has already resonated with the Dragon's Fury Stone since then. Soon she will come to you to retrieve the Red Dragon's relics. Blackhan laughed maniacally, "Pray your mount can match the speed of the Red Dragon's wings." ”

"Grandma's, an orc's mouth is so broken." He smacked Blackhan's head open with an axe in his pants, and then kicked him hard at his corpse, "Don't show yourself to be able to speak in front of the gnomes. It only makes the great gnomes laugh. ”

I heard the roar of a dragon echoing through the sky, and I saw three red dragons flutter their wings from the ruined fortress. I also smelled the growing smell of sulfur and the restless fire element in my hair.

How did I forget that the guys in the movies generally don't end well. As a man, you have to do things neatly and neatly, and shemales are the same.

I directly pulled a tuft of white hair from the neck of my mount Meiyu under my crotch and pulled it to the side, shouting, "Brothers and sisters, target the orc capital, run for your life." ”

With a clamp between my legs, Mayu rushed out like lightning, and between the lightning and flint, my position changed from the front of the line to the tail of the line. No, now the direction of the team has changed, and I'm still at the front of the team.

How do people generally think about running for their lives, hating their parents for having two legs less? Two plus two equals four, Mayo is four legs, why do I think there are still two legs missing.

Hey, damn Schilling, you're overtaking my car...... Hey, the short-legged mount in the pants is also over the front, and the little potato, Nepera...... Wait for me, you inhuman.