Young dragon refers to the stage after a short period of growth of a young dragon hatched from a dragon egg. According to the lifespan of a giant dragon, which can often be tens of thousands of years, the young dragon stage generally lasts for decades, and a young dragon
Dragons are generally about 15-25 meters in length. They are dwarfs among giant dragons, but from the perspective of humanoid creatures, they are already considered to be out-and-out behemoths.
In addition, adult dragons in Azeroth are generally around 60 meters long, while 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, let alone flying across the sky with wings spread, even if it is lying on the ground, it is already like a small mountain.
A merging storm was brewing on the sea outside Nanhai Town. The boat was struggling to move forward in the rolling waves. Fortunately, the three warships involved in the trouble ahead were not far from the port of Nanhai Town when they encountered the dragon. Otherwise, it would not have been possible.
There is no way to reach the rescue using a wooden boat.
On the battlefield in front of them, the remaining human sailors were fighting in a desperate situation against the young dragons above them and the brave orcs who had sneaked into the battleship.
To be honest, with the firepower of the three battleships commanded by Dai Lin, if they locked the sky from the beginning, the flying shells would be enough to drive back this young dragon with little combat experience. But on the one hand, because of the bad weather,
The 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, which led to this fiasco.
It is estimated that not even the Dragonmaw Orc Dragon Knight who controls the young dragon thought that his risky action, which was originally just to observe the battlefield and wait for an opportunity to attack, would actually produce such great results!
This is also the reason why the orcs forcibly control the young dragons who are constantly resisting and are unwilling to leave... Just as the humans are worried, the orcs also know that if they can kill a king of the human kingdom here, it will affect the future of the human kingdom.
At the beginning, the decisive battle led by Warchief Orgrim had a decisive impact!
Orcs worship heroes, and no orc is willing to give up such an opportunity to become a hero.
So the dragon knight swung the whip in his hand arrogantly and slapped the young dragon on the neck. He roared angrily:
"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 Nekros will not do anything to you.
The queen will show mercy! You'd better understand your situation!"
"Ouch"
The young dragon, which had been hit in several places by the cannons fired by the sailors, let out a miserable howl. The eyes of this noble creature shone with the most painful light, recalling what the great Red Dragon Queen suffered in the orc city.
Humiliated, it wanted to tear the villains behind it to pieces on the spot, but it had to sacrifice its life for them.
Tyrion, who was rushing to the battlefield on a wooden boat, 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. If the young dragons did not follow the orcs' instructions,
If asked to do so, their queen's soul will be tortured by the evil artifact.
Red dragons are a typical matriarchal social system. In this system, the red dragon queen is supreme and deeply loved by all red dragons. They cannot bear the humiliation and pain of the queen, even if it is just to make her life more comfortable. These newly hatched
The young dragons that come out are ignorant of the world and have only the intelligence of a human child. They are willing to get their claws stained with blood and do cruel and evil things.
"Charge! Rush over! Burn their last hope!"
A cruel smile appeared on the ferocious face of the orc flag bearer, and he laughed wildly in the air:
"I will chop off the king's head with my own hands! The generous Orgrim will reward me for this!"
"I will have my own clan because of this! I will become the hero of the entire orc world just like Hellscream!"
"This fertile land can only belong to the orcs of Draenor!"
The young dragon roared and swooped down again, its tail waved in the air, its scaly limbs spread out, and the dragon's breath rising in the sky was like a burning road across the sea, igniting everything along the way.
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Seeing that the flames were about to reach the battleship, Dai Lin, who was soaked all over, pushed past her son who was operating the cannon and wanted to fight back. The two of them almost fell into the deck below, ignited by dragon fire. They were 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 the burning corpses made Lor'themar, who was slightly mysophobic, frown, and Tyrion had seen it before.
There were too many such tragic situations, and he was not moved by them.
Tyrion glanced at the young dragon that was turning around in the distance, preparing to dive down for the second time. He reached out and patted Lor'themar on the shoulder, saying in a deep voice:
"I'll attract its attention, and when it rushes down...kill that arrogant orc!"
"Why don't I go?"
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 also have what I am good at!"
"You only have one chance, Lor'themar! If you miss, I will evacuate immediately!"
After saying that, Tyrion's figure moved forward quickly among the burning ashes. When he rushed to the edge of the deck, he jumped into the water. A minute later, he appeared on the deck of the outermost ship.
When Tyrion raised his head, he could see the young dragon starting to swoop down. He reached out and drew his bow, and set three arrows on it at once. This time, he did not seek accuracy, but only sought threat!
"Swish, swish, swish"
When the young dragon swooped down and was less than 15 meters away from the water, Tyrion's eyes flashed, his fingers loosened in a special rhythm, and three arrows flew into the air, one forward and two back, towards the
The orc stood erect on the dragon's back and shot away.
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, and the shooting skills have long become his instinct.
The dangerous attempt to tame 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 not afraid of death. These wilderness
Hunters have a natural sense of danger.
When Tyrion's sharp arrow pierced the sea breeze and stabbed his body, with a tingling warning in his heart, the orc suddenly lay down on the young dragon's saddle.
He dodged two arrows, but was stabbed in the arm by the last one.
"Ahhh!"
The wound was not deep, but the arrow with a slight barb was enough to tear his wound open. The blood flow continued and the pain was extremely painful. The orc knight let out a miserable roar, and after shooting the arrow, Terry
Ang put the battle bow behind his back, drew out his sword with his backhand, and slashed the head of the orc who rushed out from the deck to attack behind him. With blood splattering everywhere, he rushed out towards the undulating 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 from his arm, and used an undercut to tear the flesh and blood, making his arm lose consciousness. In the air, he saw Tai jumping off the deck.
Rayon, the orc knight's long whip in his other hand struck the young dragon's scales hard, and he roared:
"Burn him to death!"
Under the control of the reins, the young dragon had to change its direction again and aimed its head at the outermost ship. At the moment when it took a deep breath and scorching sparks shot out between its sharp teeth, the orcs
On the deck of the ship behind him, the crimson phoenix battle bow was pulled into an arc by Lor'themar, and the specially made armor-piercing arrow was held on his fingertips. His eyes were fixed on the orc whose back was completely exposed to him.
The straight-line distance was nearly 200 yards away, which was not too far, but the blowing of the sea breeze would affect the stability of the arrows, and the ups and downs of the baby dragon's body, all of which caused big trouble 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 battle bow outwards, everything was like when he and Tyrion were sniping in the last quarter.
The winning or losing time of the class...
That familiar feeling... winning is within reach!
"Silvermoon City will surely 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 nearly sunken battleship, the cabin, which was ignited by dragon fire and extinguished by the tide, was soaked with cold sea water. Dai Lin helped her son up in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and patted his son on the shoulder.
The ashes and dust on the bed, he said in a deep voice:
"We can't stay in this place! We have to leave!"
"But father!"
Prince Drake's appearance inherited Dai Lin's seriousness, with undisguised anger surging on his face:
"Are we just defeated? The navy of Kul Tiras... we have never failed at sea!"
"I can not be reconciled!"
"No one will accept it, my son!"
Dai Lin gritted his teeth, panting in the darkness, and pressed his left hand on his abdomen, where warm blood was flowing out bit by bit: "But we must preserve ourselves before we have another chance to revenge. I
I promise you, those damn green-skinned bastards won’t be arrogant for much longer!”
"Will we win? Father!"
Derek reached out to help his father up, and the two groped forward in the dark cabin. When he heard his son's question, Dai Lin snorted dissatisfied:
"You are still scared! Drake, my son, do those greenskins scare you?"
"I'm not afraid! I'm just...just..."
"Did their axes break your body, or did their war cries frighten your soul?"
Dai Lin shook off Derek's hand stroking his arm, and he said in a deep voice:
"If not...then why are you afraid of them?"
"Don't have hope in the "mercy" of the enemy. The enemy is always extremely ferocious, an invader, a destroyer, a trampler. This is the true face of the enemy... So, don't let them teach you "fear", you have to teach them"
Brutal”!
"ah"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Lin let out a cry of pain. His body fell forward and was held in the arms of Drake, who had quick eyes and quick hands. The young prince felt the stickiness outside his father's clothes, and through the cracks in the deck
In the light, he saw his hands full of bright red.
"Father! You are hurt!"
"This is just a scar... I'm not dead yet! Find a priest to treat this small injury and it will be fine."
Dai Lin propped up her body and snorted: "Help me up, let's get out of here quickly... Do you still remember what I told you when I taught you swordsmanship when you were a child?"
"kindness"
Derek carried his father on his back and nodded.
"Then tell me!"
"War is a test of honor. Once lost, it is difficult to regain it, and battlefield scars are a man's most dazzling medal!"
"Very good, you haven't forgotten... I already have enough medals. It's time for you to go to the battlefield to get your medals. Your weak old father was not intimidated by them. You are stronger than me and stronger than me."
I have more energy and a higher starting point than I did, are you still afraid of those beasts now?"
Derek reached out and grabbed the crack in the deck, using both arms to pull 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 General's son!"
A drop of blood fell on Dai Lin's face, causing the injured king to raise his head and look at the sky. The next moment, his eyes widened.