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After eliminating the entire Dragonmaw orc search and rescue team, the chain battle caused by unexpected encounters was finally over, and Sharlayan and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With Sharlayan's current strength, it is not difficult to knock out 8 orcs one by one with Valeera's cooperation, but the efficiency is definitely not as good as that of Ronin's big spell to clear the field.

Wetlands are enemy-occupied areas, and the longer the battle is dragged on, the greater the variables.

"Then here comes the problem."

Sharlayan looked at the huge dragon corpse in front of him distressedly: "Such a big lump...how to deal with it?"

The mounts ripened by the Dragonmaw orcs were all the size of young dragons, but even the young dragons were much larger than the dragons Sharlayan had learned from the barrage.

In the Warcraft game mentioned by the barrage, the size of the mount changes according to the size of the player's character, but this is not the case at all in the real world where Sharlayan lives.

This red dragon juvenile can swallow Sharlayan, who is over 180 meters tall, with its mouth wide open, and it is like a hill in the mud pit.

With Sharlayan's strange power, he can drag the red dragon's tail to move, but where to hide such a large dragon corpse is the main problem that plagues the team.

Luo Ning also scratched his head in distress: "It's definitely not okay to leave it here. Once the Dragonmaw orcs find out, they will definitely increase the vigilance of Grim Batol, which will have a negative impact on our follow-up actions."

Valeera glanced at the ranger Vereesa who is good at survival in the wild: "Or, disintegrate on the spot?"

Vereesa shook her head with a wry smile: "It's not that easy. You have seen how strong dragon scales are. Just peeling and removing the scales is a huge project. We don't have that much time right now."

Sharlayan looked up at the sky, and Falstad's Griffon team was still fighting with two scarred red dragons. Although they had clearly gained the upper hand, there was still some time before the winner.

Valeera: "It's really not possible. I can only leave it here first, and leave a message to Falstad next to the corpse, so that he can help us deal with follow-up issues after he frees up."

Vereesa hesitated for a moment: "That's the only way to go, we can't waste too much time here."

"and many more!"

Since the awakening of the bloodline, Sharlayan's five senses have been greatly enhanced.

Before Vereesa and Valeera, who had long ears, Salayan heard the faint sound of treading water.

"Someone is approaching here... Valeera."

Valeera nodded knowingly: "I'm going to delay, you go first."

"No... take it easy."

After opening Hawkeye, Vereesa followed Sharlayan's guidance and vaguely saw the appearance of the person coming.

"Judging from the armor style, it seems to be human?"

…

"I am the captain of the Kul Tiras royal guard, the naval knight Cyrus, how many allies are these?"

Confirming that the new strange army came from the Marine Corps of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, Valeera led them all the way to the dragon corpse.

Vereesa, Rhonin, and Sarlayan exchanged glances with each other, and at the same time showed a look of gratitude that they finally caught the coolie.

"This... is a long story."

As the nominal leader of the team and the only human being present, Luo Ning forced himself to smile, and told Cyrus the whole story as briefly as possible.

"Secret mission..."

Cyrus wasn't too surprised by Rhonin's answer, he recalled the guess that Daelin made before setting off.

‘As expected of His Majesty. '

Knowing that the four of them still had tasks to do, Cyrus readily took over the follow-up work of dealing with the dragon corpse.

"Leave it to us here, and I hope the four can successfully complete the task."

Watching the four-person team accelerate towards the southeast of the wetland, Cyrus thoughtfully stroked the stubble on his chin.

"Southeast...Grim Batol?"

Probably guessing the target location of the four, Cyrus didn't say much, turned around and shouted to order the marines to take the dragon corpse away as soon as possible.

After arranging the mission, Cyrus handed over the follow-up work to the adjutant, and left the team first to return to the coastline.

"Ronin? Grim Batol?"

Knowing the general situation from Cyrus, Daelin looked into the depths of the wetland with flickering eyes.

"I remember that Ronin was Krasus' apprentice, could it be..."

Cyrus didn't know much about the origin of the red dragon and why it would help the Horde.

But Daelin, a king-level high-level executive, had heard Krasus mention the whole story long ago, and he quickly guessed the real mission of this four-person team.

‘If the Red Dragon Queen can really be rescued and used to instigate the Red Dragon in one fell swoop, the Horde’s ships at sea will no longer have air cover. This is indeed a great thing that is beneficial to the alliance. '

Dai Lin's thoughts turned, and he gave up his original plan to return to the voyage.

"I ordered the fleet to take a short rest and head south along the Palatine Bay to bombard the orc camps along the wetlands, trying to attract their attention as much as possible!"

"Yes!"

With the help of the tidesages' spells to manipulate the ocean currents, Dai Lin's flagship, the King of the Seas, turned around nimbly and led the small fleet to continue southward.

"It's time for this long war to come to an end. Those dirty greenskins will surely fail. Glory to the Alliance!"

"Glory to the Alliance!"

…

Sarlayan and the others were temporarily ignorant of Daelin's help.

Under the terrible environment of the wetland, the four-person team tried to find dry land to advance, killed several waves of Dragonmaw scouts along the way, and finally arrived near the abandoned old capital of the Wildhammer dwarves before it was completely dark.

On the way forward, Sharlayan took the time to answer some questions raised by the barrage.

"Why the golden dragon scales? I don't know either, since the day the dragon scales were able to appear, their color has been like this."

After leaving Quel'Thalas through the Thalas gate, the barrage fell into a long silence.

It was during this time that Sharlayan learned how to manifest dragon scales.

Sharlayan's dragon scale defense strength still has a certain gap with the previous red dragon, but this is mainly because he is not proficient in controlling the dragon scales.

Things like dragon scales cannot maintain the highest defense at all times.

After entering the battle, the dragon clan will instinctively harden and open the dragon scales, at this time the defense power will reach the highest.

And after the battle is over, the scales that exploded will return to softness and close together again, and the defense power will be greatly reduced. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

After all, Sharlayan is a half-baked kid who has just awakened his bloodline, and he still can't make the opening and closing of dragon scales his own instinct like the real dragons.

As for why the dragon scales are golden... To be honest, Sharlayan himself is also at a loss.

According to the barrage guess, his mother was either a red dragon or a green dragon.

Among the five giant guardian dragons, the only one with a golden yellow color is the bronze dragon, but according to the barrage, the color of their scales is not so bright, but close to earthy yellow.

[I can't figure it out, is it a genetic mutation like animal albinism? 】

[Maybe, but there may be other secrets, let's stay in Mongolia for the time being, and wait patiently for the follow-up decryption. 】

Grim Batol is located at the junction of the wetlands and the Northerom Highlands, and the surrounding terrain is complex, with many mountains and valleys.

Northeron Highlands is the original name of the Twilight Highlands in the barrage mouth, and it used to be a place where the Wildhammer dwarves lived and worked in peace.

Even today, there are still some Wildhammer dwarves who are reluctant to leave their homeland and live scattered in Northeron Highlands.

These Wildhammer dwarves did not have the custom of taming griffins, and could only ride goats to fight guerrilla warfare against the invading Dragonmaw orcs.

Generations of great lords of the Wildhammer dwarves have come to persuade them to relocate many times, but the dwarves are stubborn and regress.

After repeated persuasion to no avail, as time passed, the Wildhammer dwarves of the Hinterlands didn't bother to waste any more words, and would only occasionally ride a griffin to see the situation of these compatriots and provide some help within their ability.

Standing on a high mountain in the southwest of Grim Batol, Vereesa activated Eagle Eye to look into the distance. It didn't take long for her brows to wrinkle in doubt.

"Strange, this is clearly the base camp of the Dragonmaw orcs, why does the defense seem so empty?"