After eliminating an entire Dragonmaw orc search and rescue team, the chain battle caused by the unexpected encounter was finally over, and Sarlayan and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With Sarlayan's current strength, it is not difficult to knock out 8 orcs one by one with Valeela's cooperation, but the efficiency will definitely not be as high as Ronin's powerful spell to clear the area.
The wetlands are enemy-occupied areas, and the longer the battle drags on, the greater the changes.
"Then here's the problem."
Sarlayan looked at the huge dragon corpse in front of him distressedly: "Such a big lump...how to deal with it?"
The mounts matured by the Dragonmaw Orcs are all in the size of young dragons, but even the young dragons are much larger than the dragons that Sharlayan learned from the barrage.
In the Warcraft game mentioned by Danmu, the size of the mount changes according to the size of the player's character, but this is not the case in the real world where Sarlayan lives.
This young red dragon could open its mouth so wide that it could swallow Sarlayan, who was over 180 meters tall, whole, and it looked like a hill entrenched in a mud pit.
With Sharlayan's strange strength, he can drag the red dragon's tail to move, but where to hide such a large dragon corpse is the main problem that troubles the team.
Luo Ning also scratched his head in distress: "It's definitely not possible to leave it here. Once discovered by the Dragonmaw Orcs, 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 was good at surviving in the wild: "How about disintegrating on the spot?"
Vereesa smiled bitterly and shook her head: "It's not that easy. You have also seen how strong dragon scales are. Just peeling off the skin and removing the scales is a huge project. We don't have that much time now."
Sarlayan looked up into the air. 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 left before a winner could be determined.
Valeera: "If we really can't do it, we can only leave it here and leave a message for Falstad next to the body so that he can help us deal with the follow-up problems later."
Vereesa hesitated for a moment: "That's all we can do, we can't waste too much time here."
"etc!"
Since awakening his bloodline, Sarlayan's five senses have been greatly enhanced.
Sarlayan heard the faint sound of treading water before Vereesa and Valeela, who had long ears, heard the sound.
"Someone is approaching... Valeera."
Valeera nodded knowingly: "I'll delay it for a while, you go first."
"No... don't rush yet."
After turning on her eagle eye, Vereesa followed Sarlayan's guidance and vaguely saw the appearance of the person coming.
"Judging from the armor style, it seems that it is human?"
…
"I am the captain of the royal guard of Kul Tiras, the naval knight Cyrus. How many allies are you here?"
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, Ronin, and Sarlayan exchanged glances with each other, and at the same time looked happy that they had finally caught the coolie.
"This...it's a long story."
As the nominal leader of the team and the only human present, Luo Ning forced himself to smile and told Cyrus the whole story as briefly as possible.
"Secret mission..."
Cyrus was not too surprised by Ronin's answer. He recalled Daelin's guess before setting off.
'As expected of Your Majesty.'
Knowing that the four of them still had missions to do, Cyrus readily took over the follow-up work of dealing with the dragon corpse.
"Leave this to us. I hope the four of you can successfully complete your mission."
Watching the four-man team speeding towards the southeast of the wetland, Cyrus thoughtfully touched the stubble on his chin.
"Southeast...Grim Batol?"
Cyrus roughly guessed the target location of the four of them. Without saying anything, he turned around and ordered the Marines to transport the dragon corpse away as soon as possible.
After arranging the task, Cyrus handed over the follow-up work to the adjutant and left the team to return to the coastline.
"Ronin? Grim Batol?"
After learning the general situation from Cyrus, Dailin looked into the depths of the wetland with twinkling eyes.
'I remember that Ronin was Crassus' apprentice, could it be...'
Cyrus is unclear about the origin of the red dragon and why it helps the tribe.
But a king-level executive like Dai Lin had already heard Krasus mention the whole story, and he quickly guessed the real mission of this four-person team.
'If we can really rescue the Red Dragon Queen and use this to instigate a rebellion against the Red Dragon, the tribe'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 changed and he gave up his original plan to return.
"Pass my order, the fleet will take a short rest and then go south along the Palatine Bay, bombard the orc camps along the wetlands, and attract as much attention as possible!"
"yes!"
With the help of the Tide Sage's magic to control ocean currents, Daelin's flagship, the King of the Sea, flexibly turned around and led the small fleet to continue southward.
"This long war should come to an end. Those dirty greenskins will definitely fail. Glory belongs to the Alliance!"
"Glory to the Alliance!"
…
Sarlayan and others knew nothing about Daelin's help for the time being.
In the poor conditions of the wetlands, the four-person team tried their best to find dry land and moved forward. They killed several waves of Dragonmaw scouts along the way and finally arrived near the abandoned old capital of the Wildhammer dwarves before it got dark.
While moving forward, Sarlayan took the time to answer some questions raised by the barrage.
"Why are they golden dragon scales? I don't know. Ever since the day dragon scales appeared, their color has been like this."
After leaving Quel'Thalas through the Thralas Gate, the barrage fell into silence for a long time.
It was during this time that Sharlayan learned how to manifest dragon scales.
There is still a certain gap between the defense strength of Sarlayan's dragon scales and that of the previous red dragon, but this is mainly because he is not proficient enough in controlling the dragon scales.
Things like dragon scales cannot maintain the highest defense power at all times.
After entering a battle, the dragons will instinctively harden and open their dragon scales, and at this time the defense will be at its highest.
After the battle, the exploded scales will become soft and close again, and the defense will be greatly reduced.
After all, Sarlayan is a dabbler who has just awakened his bloodline and is not yet able to turn the opening and closing of dragon scales into his own instinct like a real dragon.
As for why the dragon scales are golden... to be honest, Sarlayan himself is also confused.
According to the speculation in the barrage, his mother is either a red dragon or a green dragon.
Among the five guardian dragons, the only one with a golden color is the bronze dragon, but according to Danmu, the color of their scales is not so bright, but close to earthy yellow.
[I can’t figure it out, could it be a genetic mutation like albinism in animals?]
[Maybe, but there may be another hidden reason. Let’s stay in Mongolia for now and wait patiently for subsequent decryption. 】
Grim Batol is located at the junction of the wetlands and the Northron Highlands. The surrounding terrain is complex, with many mountains and canyons.
Northeron Highlands is the original name of the Twilight Highlands mentioned in the barrage. It was once the place where the Wildhammer dwarves lived and worked in peace and contentment.
Even today, there are still some Wildhammer dwarves who are reluctant to leave their homeland and live scattered throughout the Northeron Highlands.
This group of Wildhammer dwarves did not have the custom of domesticating griffins, so they could only ride goats to fight guerrilla warfare against the invading Dragonmaw orcs.
The great lords of the Wildhammer dwarves from generation to generation have come to persuade them to move many times, but the dwarves are all stubborn and will go backwards.
After repeated persuasion to no avail, over time, the Wildhammer dwarves of the Hinterlands were too lazy to waste any more words. They would only occasionally ride their griffons over to see how their compatriots were doing and provide them with the help they could.
Standing on a high mountain in the southwest of Grim Batol, Vereesa turned on her eagle eye to look into the distance. After a while, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Strange, this is obviously the base camp of the Dragonmaw Orcs, why does the defense look so empty?"