"There is no specific plan for the dragon's territory, and the size of each dragon's territory is entirely determined by the dragon's watching, so it is not uncommon for the territory to overlap, and the dragons are completely blind to this phenomenon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info So the inhabitants of the realm who are watched by the plural dragons are forced to pay double or even more of the offerings. For example, the Red Hammer Leader of the Central Avenue had to make offerings to as many as six Watching Dragons, and under this high-pressure and unstable rule, a large number of the residents of the Central Avenue left their relatively safe and pleasant climate and headed for the mainland. The chaotic and chaotic rule of the dragons has indirectly greatly contributed to the development of the continent of Mokelen. —From The Age of the Dragon, by Sarti Israg

Azonica is not a city with a history. This semi-underground city built on an open-pit mine was originally a dwarven mine, but the dwarves who happily mined all kinds of metals in the mine were finally defeated by the endless winds and sand of the Morania Desert and the pain of the lack of ale from the Eastern Mountains, so the dwarves evacuated the mine in the western desert and returned to the mountains they were familiar with. Although the lords of the Middle Way considered taking over the mine, the growing orc problem eventually discouraged them, and Azonica was gradually abandoned with the dwarves gone.

Until sixty-two years ago, the human kingdom gathered three major knights to expedition to the "Dushnida Forest", the largest dwelling place of the early elves in the southern forest, but was attacked by the undead army on the way and the entire army was wiped out. With the fall of the three major knights, the Holy Knights, who were originally only caravan guards in the human kingdom, were given room for development, and grew rapidly with the support of the Valley of Reflection.

In 770, the human king Pritz XX officially canonized the Holy Knights as the Guardian Knights, which also marked the beginning of the separation between the human kingdom and the other races on the continent. The Holy Knights, who advocate the supremacy of humans and advocate the head of all things, have driven all non-human races out of the human kingdom, and only the dwarves who have always been in alliance with the human kingdom have been spared.

The inhuman races that have been driven from their homes by humans have undoubtedly lost the most from the gnomes. Unlike the primordial elves and dwarves, these weak races did not establish their own countries on the main road, and due to their own racial reasons, it was impossible for them to live in the mysterious forests of the elves or the scorching underground empire of the dwarves, so they could only rely on humans and earn bags of heavy gold coins in the human city with their shrewd little heads. However, the Holy Knights' dispersal order not only deprived them of the habitat they relied on, but also deprived them of the huge wealth they had accumulated over the centuries. These gnomes began their arduous life of wandering, hoping to establish a city of their own outside the human kingdom.

Azonica was one such city, and a group of westward dwarf wanderers discovered the abandoned mine shaft in the desert of Morania, and the ecstatic gnomes, with the help of their new allies, the orcs, dug the mine out of the sand and built a new city in the mine tunnels and mines, which they named "Azonica".

The orcs scattered across the continent gradually gathered in the city, and the wandering gnomes also regarded Azonica as a sacred place for the gnomes and settled here. In this desert city, where the gnomes run the city with their cunning minds, and the strong bodies of the orcs defend the city, the two races that were supposed to kill each other are perfectly combined here.

The western trade routes, which were ravaged by orcs, have gradually recovered and even prospered because of the disappearance of orcs, and Azonika has also become an important gateway city connecting the west and east of the continent, especially Azonika is far away from the capital of the northern human kingdom, and various non-human races scattered by humans have also come here to look for opportunities, which makes Azonika in a transcendent position on the continent. ...,

Hareditik rode along the wide trade routes leading to Azonica, and with the establishment of Azonica, shamanism that had been pleasing only among orcs gradually emerged, and unlike the wizards who manipulated runes, these orc shamans listened to the sound of the wind and the earth and used it as their weapon. This black, shiny trade route that could accommodate four wagons alongside each other was built by these orc shamans with their own powers. The wind swept through the yellow sand and tried to bury the trade road, but the wind and sand were blocked out by an invisible wall, and the travelers walking in the trade road did not feel the scorching dust of the desert outside the trade road.

At this moment there was a strong tremor from the other side of the road, as if something huge was approaching, and the horse neighed in fright, and Hareddick hurriedly calmed the horse and looked up.

A huge metal monster about 70 meters tall was walking towards Haredith, the monster's thick upper limbs almost as thick as the oldest trees in the Dushnida Forest, and the palms of the monster were dragging on the ground rather than fists. It wears a shabby-looking metal armor with spikes of various sizes growing on its wrists and shoulders, which seem to have been soaked in blood for a long time, and have a dirty color that cannot be erased. Some of the muscles exposed to the armor had no flesh at all, but had the color and texture of a rock.

"Corpse Hunter......" Hareddyk muttered to himself, he rolled over and dismounted, and the frightened Millet Horse struggled frantically to escape, which was no longer something that Hareddick could soothe with the little tricks he had learned from the Ranger, and he had to let go of the reins of the Corn Horse, and let the Corn Horse immediately break free of his control and flee into the depths of the desert, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

A group of orc blood-struck dragoons cleared the way for the corpse broker, and the orcs seemed to spot Hareddick in the distance, and one of the orc cavalry departed from the line and galloped towards the drow.

"A drow!" the orc cavalry that galloped in front of Haredik grabbed the reins, and the Blood Strike Dragon he rode stared at Hareddic with its reptilian eyes, disgusting saliva running down the fangs in his mouth, and a line of sharp claws on his chest swung at him.

"Where are you going, Drow! Azonica doesn't welcome a lowly race like you!" the orc cavalry said in a diskind tone, looking condescendingly at Haredik.

"It's none of your business, you big smelly nostrils. Haredith took a step back, dodging the claws of the Blood Strike Dragon and returned unceremoniously.

"Ah!!!h

"Perhaps thankfully your head with broken teeth and smelly nostrils, you know, I have one less piece of orc hair to wipe my feet after every shower. In the face of the threat of the orcs, Haredik had no intention of flinching.

Enraged by Hareddick, the orc cavalry let out a beastly roar and drew the mace that hung from the Bloodstrike Dragon, ready to slash at the damned drow. And Haredith also pulled out the dagger at his waist and put on an offensive stance.

The two faced off for a few seconds, and the orc put down his mace first, narrowing his round eyes into a slit and saying word by word, "I will remember you, Drow." ”

Hareddick played with a knife and thrust the dagger back into his waist and said, "I don't remember you, Azonica is full of you stuff." ”...,

The orc cavalry snorted from their nostrils and turned the Blood Strike Dragon back into the marching queue, and Hareddic retreated to the side of the trade road and waited for the queue to pass. The huge corpse snatcher was not slow to move, and soon the orc troops, who were still far away, had already arrived in front of Haredith.

Haredith saw that behind the corpse collector was an orc-style caravan, which could be described as a four-wheeled cabin. The whole caravan seems to be made of a mixture of beast bones and wood, and it looks very simple without any decoration, but it exudes a rough and heroic atmosphere. Only the roof of the caravan was covered with the skin of a black lizard and covered with brightly colored feathers, and at the end of the caravan was a large flag dyed sand yellow with an orc character of unknown meaning painted on it. The orc troops guarding the caravan were not as neat and majestic as the human knights, and they rode the Blood Raider in a barely two formation in front of and behind the corpse snatchers, casting a malicious glance at the drow elves standing by the roadside.

With his hands on his chest, Haredith surveyed the orc force and guessed their destination in his mind. At this moment, the orc troops stopped, and the gate of the caravan stopped right in front of Haredik. The door was pushed open, and an old orc, who was a head taller than the horseman earlier, shook his broad, thick shoulders and walked up to Hareddic.

The orc was not wearing heavy armor as Hareddick was usually wearing, but simply a pure white linen twill robe, and his entire face was almost covered by a turban, which the orc lifted with his right hand, causing the sleeve of the orc's right hand to slip near his elbow. The orc's arms were covered with intricately patterned tattoos, and several rays of light like flames and wind flowed on the orc's tattoos. The orc lifted his turban completely, revealing the face of an old orc covered with deep wrinkles, the elves were tall compared to the orcs, but the old orc in front of Hareddick was half a head taller than him, and his body was twice the size of the drow elves.

Haredith, who was also half of Azonica's inhabitants, naturally knew what the old orc in front of him was, so he lowered his head, leaned forward slightly, made a little respectful, and said to the old orc: "Great shaman." ”

The orc shaman looked Haredith up and down, exhaled through his nostrils, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I've heard of you, Drow. ”

Haredith didn't reply, but listened to the Great Shaman continue: "I have heard of Drow who comes from a dark and filthy crypt, but who is not afraid of the scorching sun, who can walk freely in the sun, and who sells everything for gold like the lowest bitch. ”

The expression on Hareddick's face didn't change, except that he raised his head and looked directly at the great shaman with his white eyes without pupils.

"But," the Great Shaman continued, "all the life conceived by Mother Earth has a value for its existence, even you, Drow. ”

The Great Shaman placed his four-fingered palm on Haredik's face, slowly slid down his strange eyes, and said in a psychedelic voice, "You have a unique pair of eyes, an eye that can find a needle that has fallen in the grass even in the dark night without a glimmer of light, we need these eyes, we need you, Drow." ”

The Great Shaman's old palm brushed Haredik's face, and a touch similar to that of a cold-blooded animal spread through the skin of his face, Hareddic did not make any disgusted moves, he said in a more respectful tone: "I am touched by the great shaman's ability and fraternity, and it is a great honor for me to be able to serve the orcs, but the storm of Morania has enlightened me, allowing me to spread the ways of the orcs on the mountains of the East, and to deter the dwarves who are still hiding in the scorching burrows." ”...,

The Great Shaman looked at Flim Zhuo with a gloomy expression, and said in a different tone: "The grace bestowed by the wind and sand is small and cruel, and the yellow sand will drown all nothingness, and you will miss the opportunity of your life." ”

Hareddick bowed his head deeply, his expression becoming more respectful, and said, "Mother Earth has not yet contained my body in her wide embrace, and the dust of Morania is still guiding me in front of me, and I don't think there will be no chance to serve the glorious orcs in the endless future." ”

The great shaman burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and he laughed so much that he had tears in his eyes, bent down, and even punched his own knees. Then the laughter stopped abruptly, and the laughter of the great shaman stopped very suddenly, as abruptly as it had begun.

The Great Shaman bent down, looked at the Drow in front of him, and said, "Drow, you are exactly the same as I have heard. Haredith nodded with a smile as if he had been complimented, and the Great Shaman continued, "My people will hate this damn mouth of yours, but I won't. With that, the great shaman turned away, shaking his broad shoulders and slowly returning to the caravan, step by step. The orc force set off again, and Hareddic let him go to the side of the road, ignoring the hostile and contemptuous eyes of the orc blood dragoons, scratched his head and muttered, "How can I get to Azonica without a horse......"

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