Azeroth’s Death Track

A baby dragon refers to the stage of a baby dragon hatched from a dragon egg after a short period of growth. According to the lifespan of a giant dragon that can be divided into tens of thousands of years, the baby dragon stage generally lasts for decades, and a baby dragon Dragons, generally about 15-25 meters in length, belong to dwarfs among giant dragons, but in the eyes of humanoid creatures, they can be regarded as out-and-out giants.

In addition, the body length of adult dragons in Azeroth is generally about 60 meters, and some ancient dragons, such as the most powerful dragon kings and their consorts, can reach 150 meters or even 200 meters in length.. Such an existence, not to mention spreading its wings and flying across the sky, even lying on the ground, is already like a hill.

A storm was brewing on the sea outside Nanhai Town, and the small boat struggled to advance in the rolling waves. Fortunately, when the three warships involved in the trouble ahead encountered the dragon, they were not far from the port of Nanhai Town, otherwise With wooden boats, there is no way to reach the rescue.

And on the battlefield in front of them, the remaining human sailors are fighting the last and most desperate struggle against the young dragons above them and the brave orcs who sneaked into the battleship.

In fact, to be honest, with the firepower of the three warships commanded by Dai Lin, if they had locked onto the sky from the very beginning, the flying shells would be enough to push back this young dragon with little combat experience. Artillery is difficult to aim.

On the other hand, these sailors obviously lacked experience in fighting large flying creatures, coupled with their fear of the teleporting dragon, this led to this disastrous defeat.

It is estimated that even the dragon-maw orc dragon knight who controls the young dragon did not expect that the adventurous action, which was originally just to observe the battlefield and wait for an opportunity to attack, would produce such a big result!

This is also the reason why the orc forcibly manipulated the young dragon who was constantly resisting and was unwilling to leave... Just like what humans were worried about, the orc also knew that if he could kill a king of a human kingdom here, it would be a serious threat to the future. The beginning of the decisive battle led by Warchief Orgrim has a decisive impact!

Orcs worship heroes, and no orc would want to pass up such a chance to be a hero.

So the dragon knight savagely swung the whip in his hand, whipping the young dragon's neck, and roared viciously:

You incompetent stupid dragon! I know you can understand me. If you don't kill these ships, your queen will suffer the most painful torture! Zuluhed and Nekros will not treat you The queen is merciful! You better understand your situation!

Aww

The young dragon, which had been hit several places by the artillery fired by those sailors, let out a tragic howl. The eyes of this noble creature shone with the most painful light, which reminded me of the great red dragon queen who suffered in the city of orcs. Humiliated, it wished to tear the villains behind it to pieces on the spot, but it had to work hard for them.

Tyrion, who was sitting on a wooden boat rushing towards the battlefield, looked at the struggling young dragon. The ranger knew very well that during this period, the despicable orcs used evil artifacts to control the Red Dragon Queen. Ask for it, and their queen will be tortured to the soul by that evil artifact.

The red dragon is a typical matriarchal social system. In this system, the queen of the red dragon is supreme and deeply loved by all the red dragons. They cannot bear the humiliation and pain of the queen, even if it is just to make her live more comfortably. The young dragons that come out, ignorant of the world, are only equivalent to the wisdom of human children, are willing to stain their claws with blood, and do cruel and evil things.

Rush! Rush over! Burn their last hope!

A cruel smile appeared on the ferocious face of the orc bannerman, and he laughed wildly in the air:

I will cut off the king's head with my own hands! Generous Orgrim will reward me for it!

I'll have my own clan! I'll be the hero of the orc world, like Hellscream!

This fertile land can only belong to the orcs of Draenor!

The young dragon swooped down again with a roar, its tail waved in the air, its scaled limbs spread out, and the breath of the dragon in the sky was like a burning road across the sea, igniting everything along the way .

Seeing that the flames were about to reach the battleship, Dai Lin, who was drenched all over, pushed past her son who was manipulating the cannon and wanted to fight back. The two of them almost brushed against the dragon fire and rolled down on the deck below, extremely embarrassed , but escaped this fatal surprise attack.

At this moment, two rangers, one red and one green, quickly jumped onto the ship full of ashes and corpses. The disgusting smell of burning corpses made the slightly clean Lor'themar frowned, and Tyrion had seen There were too many such tragedies, and he was not moved by it.

Tyrion glanced at the young dragon who was turning around in the distance and was about to dive down for the second time. He reached out and patted Lor'themar on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

I'm going to attract its attention, and when it rushes down... kill that arrogant orc!

Why not me?

Lor'themar was curious about this decision, and Tyrion said without looking back:

Because in the instructor's sniper class, you will always be the first, and I... can only be the second. You have what you are good at, and I have what I am good at!

You only get one chance, Lor'themar! If you miss, I will evacuate immediately!

After finishing speaking, Tyrion's figure quickly moved forward in the burning ashes. When he rushed to the edge of the deck, he jumped into the water. One minute later, he appeared on the deck of the outermost ship.

Tyrion raised his head, and he could see the young dragon that started to dive. He stretched out his hand and drew down his war bow, and hit three arrows at once.

Swish Swish Swish

When the young dragon swooped down and was less than 15 meters away from the water surface, Tyrion's eyes flashed brightly, his fingers released in a special rhythm, and three arrows flew into the air, one forward and two backward, towards the The orc shot away from the straight body on the dragon's back.

The use of bows and arrows is almost a skill engraved in the bones of elves, and Tyrion has practiced bows and arrows for 170 years, and shooting skills have already become his instinct.

The dangerous attempt to domesticate the dragons of Azeroth has just begun in the orc tribe. Those who can become the first batch of young dragon knights are the best and most outstanding warriors and hunters of the clan who are most fearless of death. Hunters have a natural sense of danger.

When Tyrion's sharp arrow pierced the sea wind and pierced his body, the orc slammed on the saddle of the young dragon under the warning of a tingling pain in his heart.

He dodged two arrows, but was pierced in the arm by the last arrow.

Ahhh!

The wound was not deep, but the arrow with tiny barbs was enough to tear his wound open. The blood flowed profusely and was extremely painful, which made the orc knight let out a terrible roar. After shooting the arrow, Terry Ang held the war bow behind his back, drew out his sword with his backhand, and swung the head of the orc who rushed out of the deck behind him to sneak attack. Amidst the blood splattering, he rushed out towards the heaving and roaring sea behind him without stopping.

In the sky, the next second after being attacked, the reckless orc knight pulled out the sharp arrow on his arm, the barbed hook tore the flesh and blood, and made his arm lose consciousness. In the air, he saw Tai who jumped off the deck. Ryan, the long whip in the other hand of the orc knight slapped the young dragon's scales fiercely, and he roared:

Burn him to death!

Under the control of the reins, the young dragon had to change direction again, aiming its head at the outermost ship, and at the moment when it took a deep breath and hot sparks shot out between its sharp teeth, the orc On the deck of the ship behind him, Lor'themar pulled the crimson phoenix war bow into an arc, and he held the special armor-piercing arrow on his fingertips, staring at the orc whose back was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

The straight-line distance is nearly 200 yards away, which is not too far away, but the sea breeze will affect the stability of the arrow, and the young dragon's body is up and down, all of which have caused big troubles for this sniper attack.

Lor'themar's breathing stopped at this moment, and the speed of everything in front of him seemed to slow down. He deflected the direction of the war bow a little bit, and everything was like when he and Tyrion were sniping in the last quarter. The winning and losing time of the class...

That familiar feeling... the odds are on it!

Silvermoon City is bound to rise under the leadership of Prince Kael'thas... It starts with my arrow!

Whoosh!

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Listen to me, Drake!

Under the deck of the battleship that was close to sinking, the cabin that was ignited by the dragon fire and extinguished by the tide was already soaked in the icy sea water. Dai Lin helped his son up in some embarrassment, and he patted his son on the shoulder. ashes and dust on the ground, he said in a deep voice:

This place cannot stay! We must leave!

But father!

Prince Drake's appearance inherited Dai Lin's seriousness, and undisguised anger surged on his face:

Are we defeated just like that? The navy of Kul Tiras...we have never failed at sea!

I can not be reconciled!

No one will be willing, my son!

Dai Lin gritted his teeth, panting in the dark, and pressed his left hand on his abdomen, where warm blood was flowing out bit by bit: But we must preserve ourselves, so that we can have another chance of revenge. I assure you, those damn green-skinned bastards won't be arrogant for long!

Will we win? Father!

Drake reached out to help his father, and the two groped forward in the dark cabin. Hearing his son's question, Dai Lin snorted dissatisfiedly:

You're still scared! Drake, my son, do those green skins scare you?

I'm not afraid! I'm just...just...

Did their axes break your body, or their battle cries terrify your soul?

Dai Lin shook off Drake's hand caressing his arm, and he said in a deep voice:

If neither...then why are you afraid of them?

Do not hope for the kindness of the enemy, the enemy is always very cruel, the invader, the destroyer, the trampler, this is the true face of the enemy... So, don't let them teach you fear, you teach them Ferocious!

ah

As soon as the words fell, Dai Lin let out a cry of pain. His body fell forward and was held in the arms of Drake, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed. The young prince felt the stickiness beyond his father's clothes. With the light, he saw the bright red of his hands.

Father! You are hurt!

It's just a scar...I'm not dead yet! Find a priest to heal this little wound and it will be fine.

Dai Lin propped up her body and snorted: Help me up, let's get out of here soon... Do you remember what I told you when I was teaching you swordsmanship when I was young?

kindness

Drake put his father on his back, and he nodded.

Then tell me!

War is a test of honor. Once lost, it is difficult to regain, and the scars on the battlefield are the most dazzling medals for men!

Very well, you haven't forgotten... I have enough medals, and it's time for you to go to the battlefield to get your medals. Your weak old father is not intimidated by them. You are stronger than me and stronger than me. I have more energy and a higher starting point than me, are you still afraid of those beasts now?

Drake reached out and grabbed the crack on the deck, and with both arms, he brought himself and his father out of the darkness. When he saw the first ray of light, he said in a deep voice:

I will kill them all on the battlefield to prove myself...in the name of the son of the general!

A drop of blood dripped on Dai Lin's face, causing the injured king to raise his head to look at the sky, and the next moment, his eyes widened.

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