Azeroth’s Death Track

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A young dragon refers to a stage after a short period of growth of a hatchling hatched from a dragon egg. According to the life span of tens of thousands of years of the dragon, the young dragon period generally lasts for decades. Dragons are generally about 15-25 meters in length. They belong to the dwarf among the dragons, but in the eyes of humanoids, they are already an outsize behemoth.

In addition, the length of adult dragons in Azeroth is generally about 60 meters, while some archaic dragons, such as the most powerful dragon king and their spouses, can reach 150 meters in length, or even 200 meters.. . That kind of existence, let alone wings spread across the sky, even if lying on the ground, it is like a hill.

A parallel storm was brewing on the sea outside the South China Sea town. The boat was struggling forward in the rolling waves. Fortunately, when the three warships involved in the front encountered the dragon, it was not far from the port of the South China Sea town. With the wooden boat, there is no way to reach the rescue.

In the immediate battlefield, the remaining human sailors are in desperation with the dragons above their heads, and the brave orcs who have infiltrated the battleship to fight the last and most desperate struggle.

Actually, really, with the firepower of the three warships under the command of Dai Lin, if the sky is locked from the beginning, the flying shells are enough to repel the young dragon, who is not very experienced in combat, but on the one hand, because of the bad weather, let The artillery is difficult to aim at.

On the other hand, these sailors obviously lacked the experience of fighting large flying creatures, and the fear of the dragon in the teleportation caused this fiasco.

It is estimated that even the Dragonmaw Orc Dragon Knight who controls the young dragon didn't expect it himself. It was originally just to observe the battlefield, and the adventure of waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack actually produced such a big victory!

This is also the reason why the orc is forcibly manipulating the rebellious young dragons who are unwilling to leave here... Just as humans are concerned, the orcs know that if they can behead a human kingdom king here, it will be At the beginning, the decisive battle led by Chief Orgrim had a decisive influence!

Orcs worship heroes, and no orcs are willing to give up such an opportunity to become a hero.

So the dragon knight violently flicked the whip in his hand, whipping on the neck of the young dragon, and he roared with evil voice:

"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! Zuluhid and Nekruz will not treat you The queen of Queen is merciful! You better understand your situation!"

"Aoao"

The young dragons, who had been hit by artillery fired by the sailors in several places, made a terrible howl. This noble creature gleamed with the most painful light in the eyes of the noble creature. Humiliation, it wants to tear up the villains behind on the spot, but it has to sell their lives for them.

Tyrion, who was sitting on a wooden boat and rushing to the battlefield, looked at the struggling baby dragon. The ranger knew that during this period, the mean orc controlled the red dragon queen with evil artifacts. If the baby dragons did not follow the orc’s Ask to do it, and their queen will be tortured by the evil artifact.

The Red Dragon is a typical matriarchal social system. In this system, the Red Dragon Queen is supreme and won the love of all Red Dragons. They cannot bear the humiliation and pain of the Queen, even if it is just to make her more comfortable. These have just hatched. The outgoing, not familiar with the world, is only equivalent to the wisdom of the human child, the young dragon, but also willing to get **** claws and do cruel evil.

"Rush! Rush over! Burn out their last hope!"

A brutal smile appeared on the grim face of the orc flag bearer, and he laughed loudly in the air:

"I will cut the king's head by myself! The generous Orgrim will reward me for this!"

"I will therefore have my own clan! I will become a hero of the whole orc world like Hellscream!"

"This fertile land can only belong to Draenor's orcs!"

The young dragon roared and swooped down again. Its tail waved in the air, and its limbs and wings spread out. The breath of the dragon that swayed in the sky that day was like a burning road across the sea, igniting everything along the way. .

Seeing that the flames were about to burn to the battleship, Dai Lin, who was soaked in body, pushed her son who was manipulating the artillery and wanted to fight back. The two were almost rubbing the dragon and falling down on the deck below. , But escaped this fatal raid.

At this moment, one red and one green two rangers quickly jumped on a ship full of ashes and corpses. The burning nausea of ​​the corpse frowned the slightly clean-loving Lotherma, which Tyrion had seen. Too many such misfortunes, he was not moved.

Tyrion glanced at the direction in the distance, preparing for the second dive, and he patted Luo Sema's shoulder, Shen Sheng said:

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

"Why didn't I go?"

Lor'themar felt 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!"

"There is only one chance, Lor'themar! If you miss, I will evacuate immediately!"

After talking, Tyrion's figure moved quickly through the burning ashes. When he rushed to the edge of the deck, he jumped up to the surface. After 1 minute, he appeared on the outermost deck of the ship.

Tyrion raised his head, and he could see the dragon that was diving. He reached out and drew the war bow, and he took three arrows at a time. This time, he was not precise, but only threatened!

"Oh, uh"

When the young dragon swooped down and was less than 15 meters away from the surface of the water, Tyrion's eyes flashed, his fingers were released at a special rhythm, and three arrows flew into the air, one after two, toward that The orc straightened away on the dragon's back.

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

The dangerous attempt to domesticate the dragon of Azeroth has just begun in the orc tribe. The first batch of dragon knights can be the best and best clan warriors and hunters. These wilderness Hunters have a natural sense of danger.

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

He escaped two arrows, but was stabbed in the arm with the last arrow.

"Ah!"

The wound was not deep, but the arrow with a slight barb was enough to tear his wound, the blood flow was not only painful, and the orc knight uttered a terrible roar, and after shooting the arrow, Terry Ang put the war bow behind him, withdrawing the war sword with his backhand, and rushed out the back of the orc attacked from the deck. With blood splashing, he rushed towards the rolling and roaring sea behind him without stopping.

In the sky, the next second under attack, the reckless orc knight pulled out a sharp arrow on his arm and tore his flesh with his barb, leaving his arm unconscious, seeing the Thai who jumped off the deck in the air Ryan, the long whip in the other hand of the orc knight beat **** the scales of the young dragon, he shouted:

"Burn him to death!"

Under the control of the reins, the young dragon had to change its direction again, aiming his head at the outermost ship, and at the moment when it took a deep breath, a burning spark burst between the sharp teeth, at the orc On the ship's deck behind him, the red-red Phoenix bow was rounded by Lor'themara, and the special armoured arrow was buckled by his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the orc with his back fully exposed in front of him.

The straight line distance is close to 200 yards, which is not far away, but the sea breeze will affect the stability of the arrows, and the ups and downs of the dragon, all of which caused great trouble for this sniping.

Lor'themar's breathing stopped at this moment, and the flow of everything in front of him seemed to slow down. He deflected the direction of the war bow outward a bit. Everything was like he and Tyraon sniper in the last quarter. Lesson time...

That familiar feeling... the winning ticket is in hand!

"Silver Moon City will surely rise under the leadership of Prince Kael'thas...just start with my arrow!"

"Swoosh!"

"Listen to me, Drake!"

Below the deck of the sunken battleship, the cabin that was ignited by the dragon fire and extinguished by the tide was soaked in the cold water. Dai Lin was awkwardly supporting her son, and he slapped his son on the shoulder. Ash and dust on the ground, he said in a deep voice:

"This place can't stay! We must leave!"

"But father!"

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

"Are we just defeated? The navy of Kul Tiras... we have never failed in the sea!"

"I can not be reconciled!"

"No one will be willing, my son!"

Dai Lin gritted his teeth, he gasped in the dark, his left hand pressed against his abdomen, where the warm blood was flowing out bit by bit: "But we must save ourselves to have the chance of revenge again, I I assure you that the **** green skins will not be arrogant for long!"

"Will we win? Father!"

Drake reached up to support his father. The two groped forward in the dark cabin. Hearing his son's problems, Dai Lin grunted dissatisfiedly:

"Are you still afraid! Drake, my son, do those green skins make you feel scared?"

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

"Their axe broke your body, or did their war roar scare your soul?"

Dai Lin shook off Drake's hand touching his arm. He said in a deep voice:

"If none... why do you fear them?"

"Don't hope for the enemy's "benevolent", the enemy is always very cruel, aggressor, destroyer, trampler, this is the true face of the enemy... So, don't let them teach you "fear", you have to teach them" Cruel"!"

"what"

As soon as the words fell, Dai Lin made a cry, his body leaned forward, hugged by the fast-eyed Drake, the young prince felt the stickiness outside his father's clothes, by cracking through the deck He saw the bright red in his hands.

"Father! You are hurt!"

"It's just scars... I'm not dead yet! It's okay to find a priest to treat this minor injury."

Dai Lin propped herself up and snorted: "Help me get up, let's get out of here... Remember the words I told you when I taught you swordplay when I was a kid?"

"Yep"

Drake picked up his father, and he nodded.

"Then tell me!"

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

"Very good, you haven't forgotten...I have enough medals, and you should go to the battlefield to get your medal. Your weak old father has not been intimidated by them. You are stronger than me. I’m more energetic, higher than my starting point, are you still afraid of that beast?

Drake reached out and grabbed the rift on the deck, using his arms to force himself and his father out of the darkness. When he saw the first light, he said in a deep voice:

"I will kill them on the battlefield to prove myself... the name of the above son!"

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

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