In a blink of an eye, it was already March with a gentle spring breeze.

After bidding farewell to the Sphinx and leaving, Carol and Leona soon received a notice from the academy and returned to teach at the Royal Capital Academy of Magic.

Vivien, on the other hand, also resumed her daily classes, attending classes with Hermione during the day and only returning in the evening.

Coupled with the moment of returning to his hometown, the entire Castle of Justice suddenly became a lot quieter, leaving only Tina and Ron to stay there.

But luckily, Tina herself is enough to match the excitement of the four.

However, the excitement is a little different from before.

At this time, no one is in the corner of the living room

"Hey, hey, hey, finally got you"

Tina's eyes flashed red, and her hands were raised in the air. Like a demonic beast with madness, the corners of his mouth cracked open and smiled evilly.

And in her hand, a "powerless" iridescent dragon is holding a French military salute.

"It's not good to do this kind of thing in broad daylight."

Looking at the golden dragon lady with a certain desire in his eyes, Ron said helplessly.

There's no way, the current Tina is not the ignorant girl who can only play "mouth cannons" before.

In Vivien's absence, Ron must be vigilant against the other party's every move, otherwise the golden dragon lady who eats the marrow is very likely to take the opportunity to drag herself into the room that represents the "cannon fire" and engage in a miserable battle.

Well. Occasionally, he would throw himself into the net, but the result was often that the next day Ron looked tired and Tina was refreshed and flushed.

Sure enough, there was no ploughed land, only tired oxen.

Fortunately, Shirley has recently had a headache with the Orc Kingdom's orders for Hearthstone, and she is working overtime day and night to study intelligence and promotion methods.

Otherwise, the strange smell of heather flowers that often appeared in Tina's room would have been discovered by Miss Yinlong, who had a keen sense of smell.

At that time, the devil knows what Shirley's reaction will be when she finds out that her best friend is stealing food, and Ron doesn't want to face two "young and vigorous" baby female dragons just yet, which could mean a 24-hour non-stop battle.

It's not that it can't be, it's a waste of time, and Vivien is still there.

Well.

Speaking of which, Vivien, who has the blood of a titan and a dragon, is not ordinarily good.

After inadvertently activating the Titan bloodline during the Dragon Vein Ritual and going through a period of adaptation, even the Golden Dragon Tina of the same rank is now slightly inferior to her in terms of strength.

But obviously, Ron can't "fight wits and courage" with Tina today.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Listening to the rapid knock on the door, Tina could only reluctantly let go of Ron and instructed the maid to open the door.

In front of outsiders, Jin Longniang will still maintain a certain degree of reserve.

Soon, the visitor was led to Ron.

"Huh? The old king looking for me? ”

Ron was lying on the couch, enjoying Tina's fruit-feeding service while looking at the person in front of him suspiciously.

It was none other than the old king's chief legendary mage, Quincy.

"Yes."

Quincy bowed his head in response, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the top of his head unconsciously.

That's scared.

"Damn, how can it be so powerful. Isn't it just a few teenage dragons living here? ”

"That's right, it's definitely a demigod! Damn, when did the king have a demigod dragon! ”

Quincy cursed the group of spies in the palace for their dereliction of duty, and at the same time forced a smile to explain:

"His Majesty has said that there is a great event that has happened to upend the Karen pattern, and I hereby ask me to inform a true dragon and discuss it with him."

After speaking, he raised his head slightly and looked at Tina, who was standing aside with his hands on his chest and a curious face.

Well, this is a golden dragon that is about to enter the youth stage, barely at the rank of a great mage (the strength of a normal teenager golden dragon), and it shouldn't be the goal of this mission.

Then there was only this nameless true dragon in front of him, who just unintentionally exuded a breath that brought him pressure like an abyss.

Ron ignored Quincy's reaction, and after a moment of thought, he nodded:

"Got it, you can go back."

"Yes."

Quincy was relieved, and hurriedly saluted respectfully, and then opened the portal as if fleeing, and quickly disappeared.

Looking at the gradually dissipating portal, Tina turned her head and looked curiously at a certain dragon on the sofa:

"Hey, when did you meet the king?"

Hearing this, Ron immediately snorted and raised his head:

"Joke, a legendary true dragon like me, isn't it natural for a few kingdoms to worship him."

"Cut~~~"

Tina pouted.

Although she couldn't get used to seeing Ron's chattering appearance, she couldn't help but remind when she saw that the other party was about to go to the appointment:

"Hey, you guys have to be careful with those humans, you know?"

"Huh?"

"Grandpa once said that although those human kings are not as powerful as our real dragons, their accumulated wisdom should not be underestimated"

"Got it, got it"

Ron waved his hand and said casually:

"Why have you become so verbose now, as troublesome as my mother."

Tina's eyes widened, and then she angrily pounced on the young dragon on the couch, shouting as she pounced:

"Ron, damn bastard, you said Tina was a nuisance! Don't run! ”

"Slightly~~~ I can't catch it~~~~ Hey, what are you going to do!"

"Elbow! Come into the house with Tina! ”

Five hours later

palace

In a spacious bedchamber surrounded by stone walls and adorned with ornate tapestries, the old king sat alone behind an intricately carved oak desk.

The candlelight jumped in front of him, casting a shadow of his contemplation.

The secret reports were scattered on the table, and the dense handwriting on the crumpled paper was extremely heavy.

Outside, the silent night sky is adorned with stars, while moonlight shines through the high stained-glass windows and onto the heavy carpet.

The old king's brow tightened, and even the golden scepter, which never left his body, was casually set aside.

Suddenly, a soft glow swirled through the room, and the temperature seemed to rise a little.

The faint smell of vanilla and incense filled the air, and then a rainbow-colored glow condensed in one corner of the room, gradually forming a wide portal.

A tall, iridescent dragon with wings spread out that could barely touch the walls of the room slowly flew out of the portal.

His scales glittered in the light, the color of which was like a rainbow on the horizon, and the bright, intelligent eyes shone with a sharpness that could not be ignored.

Although such a sight was enough to make any mortal fearful, the old king just raised his head indifferently and met the iridescent dragon in front of him.

"You're late," he said in a firm voice.

"Oh."

Ron's expression was completely devoid of the consciousness of others, as if everything was taken for granted.

He lazily shrunk the body that had just fought with a certain golden dragon, flew to the table and picked up a secret report casually, looked at the dense information on it and said:

"Let me see. Well, the Orc Kingdom Rebellion? What do you tell me to do with such a trivial matter? ”

"According to the agreement between us, you shouldn't bother me easily until Vivien graduates."

Perhaps his voice was too dry, Ron's voice was like an old double bass, deep and rhythmic.

The old king stood up, took a steady step, walked to the side of the room, and poured two glasses of aged wine from a delicate crystal wine glass.

He handed Ron one of the glasses, a gesture that, though insignificant, was a sign of respect and trust between them.

The old king's gaze fell on the scattered secret reports:

"You're wrong, that's yesterday's intelligence, and today's is below."

"Ahem."

Ron casually put down the outdated information, then picked up another headline on the table that read "Hurry!" "Parchment.

After reading all the information, Ron also frowned rarely:

"What just happened today?"

The old king nodded, and a rare worry appeared in his deep gaze:

"Yes, this secret report came from the orc king Du Kukunur, and in order to send Ovia back, a full thirteen spies paid with their lives."

"And where is the Orc Kingdom now?"

"All the agents have lost contact, and I suspect it has already happened, but the Lionheart royal family has been suppressing the spread of news until things get out of hand."

Hearing this, Ron rubbed his chin, and the dragon's eyes narrowed slightly.

According to the intelligence, the orc kingdom has completely been reduced to a land of demonic beasts.

A large number of high-level orcs were infected with a disease called [Degeneration], including the Lionheart royal family, a large number of orcs were infected and degenerated into predators on all fours, and their strength skyrocketed while their wisdom gradually disappeared.

"Archaeopteryx."

Ron savored the term in the intel, and a hidden history that he had seen in Oracle Town slowly came to mind.

Unlike the Orcs of the Cullen Plane from the other main material planes, the Cullen Orcs are an evolution of the Archaeopteryx.

In ancient times, when humans, elves, dragons and other races did not exist on the land of the nascent Karen plane, the plane overlord at that time was similar to the current Warcraft, but the more powerful Archaeopteryx.

They vary in form and abilities, with some Archaeopteryx being as small as dragons and others as small as rats or even inferior to humans.

Later, some scholars believed that after hundreds of millions of years of evolution, these beasts of various forms gradually evolved into the beasts and monsters of today's Karen, which is why they were named Archaeopteryx - the ancestor of all beasts.

Archaeopteryx ruled the nascent Cullen plane with their physical strength, and after countless years of evolution, one of the Archaeopteryx began to develop into wisdom, shedding their thick body hair and scales, and began to walk upright and use tools - this was the first primordial Cullen orcs.

Today, the once powerful Archaeopteryx has long since been wiped out by the nascent race, but the orcs still exist and have even established one of the three kingdoms.

But that doesn't mean the orcs are stronger than the Archaeopteryx.

A large part of the Archaeopteryx's demise was due to their lack of intelligence.

This creature with almost non-existent brains is the result of undying once it has a vendetta against it, and the brainless rhythm of the attack is like a target in front of the traps of elves and humans.

However, according to the information sent back by the Rose Agent, the Archaeopteryx and Ancestors in the Orc Kingdom have changed dramatically - although they have decreased a lot, they still have some of the wisdom and thinking abilities of the Orc period.

As a result, they become near-perfect killers.

"I'm afraid that this mutant force will not only destroy the orcs themselves, but may also threaten the safety of the entire plane, after all, according to the royal texts, even if those primitive beings are full, they will kill all living beings in front of them for their own preference."

The old king gently stroked the supreme scepter on the table, and continued:

"According to this secret report, most of the upper echelons of the orc kingdom have undergone irreversible mutations. This is not just an internal crisis, but a full-blown catastrophe. ”

Ron lifted one of his paws, touched the wine glass, tasted the glass of red wine with a magical flavor, and said slowly:

"What about the other small number of people who are not mutated?"

The old king pointed to a city standing in the desert on the map, and said in a deep voice:

"The vast majority of those orcs are summoner classes, and although there are many strong ones, they were defeated by the attack of the Ancestral Beasts led by the Lionheart Royal Clan, and they should have fled to the vicinity of Halsim by now."

"Summoner"

Ron raised his eyebrows slightly, whether it was the madness of Warcraft or the sudden degeneration of the Orc Kingdom, although it would be affected for a short time, the summoner profession always seemed to avoid falling into a state of complete loss of control.

"Was it because of the contract that I was spared?"

After thinking about it, Ron could only speculate on this.

After all, that ethereal contract god was also a high god, and the events of one plane should not be enough to compete with that god's might.

After pondering for a moment, Ron suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with interest:

"What are you going to do? You're not going to tell me you want to help your nemesis, are you? Didn't I remember that the Orc Kingdom invaded the Rose Frontier a few years ago? ”

Old King Yaoyaotou:

"If the orc kingdom collapses, their lands and resources will be left ownerless, which will not only attract other greedy forces, but also lead to unrest in the entire region."

"So?"

The corners of Ron's mouth curled slightly.

"So."

The old king's gaze flickered in the firelight:

"We can choose to intervene in this chaos, and in order to prevent the chaos of the orc kingdom from spreading, and bring that land back to order."

Hearing this, Ron pursed his lips disdainfully:

"You are really good at talking, don't you just want to annex the other party, what do you do if it sounds so good."

The old king did not feel embarrassed at all, but explained seriously:

"In peacetime, the initiative to send troops must occupy the general righteousness, which can make the people willing to give everything for this."

After speaking, he paused, and then said softly:

"I think it's time for that kid to start on stage."

Ron frowned, tapped his finger on the table with dissatisfaction, and said coldly:

"You seem to have forgotten that, according to the agreement, Vivien still has three years to graduate."

In this regard, the old king was unusual, his eyes were firmly fixed on the rainbow dragon in front of him, and he did not back down:

"Do you want a king to wait until he ascends the throne before he begins to learn to master the state?"

One person and one dragon looked at each other for a long time.

In the end, it was Ron who turned his head first, snorted coldly and said dissatisfied:

"Tell me, where do you want her to be a savior?"

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and this is the place I think is the most suitable place for her to stand on stage."

The old king wiped the beads of sweat from his head with a blank face, and then pointed a location on the map.

Ron's pupils shrank.

He knew exactly where the old king was pointing.

It is the southern part of Oracle Town, the southernmost part of the entire Rose Kingdom, the junction of the Warcraft Plains and humans, known as the battle line that will never fall—

The Karpache Line! (End of chapter)