Chapter 6: The Savior
Lothar felt curious about this decision, while Teryon replied without looking back:
I will eliminate them on the battlefield to prove myself... in the name of the above-mentioned son
Having spoken, Tyrion's figure swiftly advanced through the burning ashes. When he reached the edge of the deck, he leaped into the water, and 1 minute later, he appeared on the deck of the outermost ship.
A storm is brewing over the sea outside Nanhai Town, and small boats are struggling to advance through the rolling waves. Fortunately, the three warships caught in trouble ahead encountered a giant dragon when they were not far from the port of Nanhai Town; otherwise, relying solely on wooden boats, it would have been impossible to reach for rescue
The perilous endeavor of taming the dragons of Azeroth has only just begun among the Orc clans. Those who can become the first batch of dragon riders are the finest, most exceptional, and most fearless warriors and hunters of their clans. These wilderness hunters possess an innate sensitivity to danger
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Whoosh
Under the control of the reins, the young dragon had no choice but to change direction once again, aligning its head with the outermost ship. At the moment it took a deep breath, fiery sparks erupted between its sharp teeth. On the deck of the ship behind the orc, the crimson Phoenix war bow was drawn into an arc by Lor'themar, with a specially crafted armor-piercing arrow nocked at his fingertips, his gaze fixed intently on the orc whose back was completely exposed before him.
A drop of fresh blood fell on Dailin's face, causing the injured king to lift his head towards the sky, and in the next moment, his eyes widened.
You incompetent fool of a dragon! I know you can understand my words. If you do not destroy these ships, your queen will suffer the most excruciating torment! Zul'Gurub and Necrus will show no mercy to your queen! You had better understand your situation!
The orc standard-bearer revealed a cruel smile on his fierce face as he laughed maniacally in the air
Drake reached out to help his father, and the two of them groped their way forward in the dark cabin of the ship. Hearing his son's question, Dailin let out a dissatisfied grunt
I am not willing to accept this
I will thus have my own clan! I will roar like hell and become the hero of the entire orc world!
The young dragon, already struck several times by the cannons fired by those sailors, let out a tragic howl. This noble creature's eyes shone with the most painful light, recalling the humiliation suffered by the great Red Dragon Queen in the orc city. It longed to tear apart the villains behind it on the spot, yet it had no choice but to serve them.
In the sky, in the next second after being attacked, the reckless orc knight swiftly drew the sharp arrow from his arm, tearing flesh and blood, causing his arm to lose all sensation. Seeing Tyrion leap off the deck into the air, the orc knight's other hand wielded a long whip, striking fiercely against the scales of the young dragon as he bellowed
Dailin gritted his teeth, breathing heavily in the darkness, his left hand pressed against his abdomen, where warm blood was slowly oozing out: "But we must preserve ourselves to have another chance for revenge, I assure you, those damned green-skinned scum will not be arrogant for long!"
This bountiful land can only belong to the orcs of Draenor
Father! You are injured!
It is estimated that even the orc dragon rider, who controls the young dragon, did not anticipate that what was originally intended as a reconnaissance mission to observe the battlefield and seize the opportunity for a surprise attack would yield such significant results
This is also the reason why the young dragon, which is constantly resisting the orc's forceful manipulation, is unwilling to leave... Just as humans are concerned, the orcs also know that if they can slay a king of the human kingdom here, it will have a decisive impact on the impending final battle led by Warchief Orgrim.
Thus, the dragon knight violently swung the whip in his hand, striking it against the neck of the young dragon, and he shouted in a fierce and menacing tone
You are still afraid! Drake, my son, did the green cover of the book make you feel scared?
The wound was not deep, but the arrow, with its fine barbs, was enough to tear the wound open, causing blood to flow profusely and inflicting excruciating pain, prompting the orc knight to let out a horrific roar. After shooting the arrow, Tyrian slung his bow behind him, drew his battle knife with a reverse grip, and swiftly beheaded the orc that had charged out from the deck to launch a surprise attack. Amidst the splattering blood, he charged forward without hesitation towards the roaring sea behind him.
I went to attract its attention, when it charged down... eliminate that arrogant orc
Very well, you have not forgotten... My medals are already sufficient, you should go to the battlefield to earn your own medals. Even your frail old father was not intimidated by them. You are stronger than I am, more energetic than I am, and you have a higher starting point than I do. Are you still afraid of that group of beasts?
If there is nothing at all... then why are you afraid of them
Then tell me!
"Listen to me, Drake!"
That familiar feeling... victory is within reach
Have we been defeated like this? The navy of Kul Tiras... We have never failed at sea!
This is just a scar... I am not dead yet! This minor injury can be treated by a priest and it will be fine.
The Silvermoon City will surely rise under the leadership of Prince Kael'thas... and it all begins with this arrow of mine
Did their axes shatter your body, or did their war cries frighten your soul
Why is it not me going
Tyrion, sitting upright in the wooden boat rushing towards the battlefield, looked at the struggling young dragon. The ranger was well aware that during this period, the despicable orcs had used a malevolent artifact to control the Queen of the Red Dragons. If the young dragons did not comply with the orcs' demands, their queen would be tormented in soul by that evil artifact
Tyrion glanced at the young dragon in the distance, which was preparing to dive down for the second time. He reached out and patted Lor'themar on the shoulder, speaking in a low voice:
Aow aow
On the other hand, these sailors clearly lacked experience in combat with large flying creatures, and their fear of the dragons during the teleportation contributed to this disastrous defeat
Orcs worship heroes, and no orc is willing to give up such an opportunity to become a hero
As the young dragon swooped down, only less than 15 meters away from the water's surface, a glint of brilliance flashed in Tyrian's eyes. With a special rhythm, he released his fingers, and three arrows flew into the air, one in front and two behind, shooting towards the upright figure of the orc on the dragon's back.
Dailin propped himself up and grunted: "Help me up, let's leave this place quickly... Do you remember what I told you when I taught you swordsmanship as a child?"
Prince Drake's appearance inherited Darlene's seriousness, and an unmasked anger surged across his face
I want to personally behead that king! The generous Orgrim will reward me for this!
Tyrion raised his head and could see the young dragon beginning to dive. He reached for his war bow, nocking three arrows at once. This time, he sought not precision, but intimidation
No one will be willing, my son
As the flames were about to engulf the battleship, Dailin, drenched from head to toe, pushed her son, who was still trying to operate the cannon and counterattack, out of the way. The two of them narrowly brushed past the dragon fire rolling down onto the deck below, in an exceptionally awkward manner, yet they managed to evade this deadly assault
Additionally, the adult dragons of Azeroth generally measure around 60 meters in length, while some ancient dragons, such as the most powerful dragon kings and their mates, can reach lengths of up to 150 meters, or even 200 meters. Such beings, let alone soaring through the sky with their wings spread, would already resemble a small mountain even when lying on the ground
A young dragon refers to the stage after a hatchling has grown for a short period following its emergence from the dragon egg. Considering the lifespan of a dragon, which can easily exceed tens of thousands of years, the juvenile stage typically lasts for several decades. A young dragon usually measures around 15 to 25 meters in length, which makes it relatively small among dragons; however, from the perspective of humanoid beings, it is undoubtedly a colossal creature.
Swish swish swish
On the battlefield before them, the surviving human sailors were making their final and most desperate stand against the young dragons overhead and the fierce orcs that had infiltrated the warships
I am not afraid! I am just... just...
At that moment, two rangers, one clad in red and the other in green, swiftly leaped onto the ship, which was covered in ashes and corpses. The nauseating smell of burning flesh caused Lor'themar, who had a slight aversion to filth, to frown, while Terenas, having witnessed such horrors too many times, remained unmoved.
Burn him to death
Ah ah ah
The young dragon once again roared as it swooped down, its tail raised in the air, its scaled limbs and wings spread wide. The dragon's breath that swept through the sky resembled a burning path stretching across the sea, igniting everything in its wake
Ah!
We cannot stay here! We must leave!
Will we win? Father
He dodged two arrows, but was struck in the arm by the last one
War is a test of honor. Once lost, it is difficult to regain, and the scars of the battlefield are the most resplendent medals for men
The Red Dragons represent a typical matriarchal social system, in which the Red Dragon Queen holds supreme authority and is deeply revered by all Red Dragons. They cannot tolerate any humiliation or suffering inflicted upon the Queen, and even for the sake of her comfort, these newly hatched, naive young dragons, whose intelligence is comparable to that of human children, are willing to stain their claws with blood and commit cruel acts.
At that moment, Lothar's breath came to a halt, and the flow of all things before him seemed to slow down. He slightly adjusted the direction of his battle bow outward... Everything felt just like the moment of victory or defeat during the final sniper class he had with Tyrian.
As soon as the words fell, Dai Lin let out a cry of pain, his body leaning forward, caught in the arms of the quick-witted Drake. The young prince felt the stickiness beyond his father's clothing, and through the light filtering through the cracks in the deck, he saw his hands covered in bright red.
But father
Because in the mentor's sniping class, you are always the first, while I... can only be second. You have your strengths, and I have mine!
Charge! Rush forward! Burn their last hope to ashes!
Drake carried his father on his back, and he nodded.
As the arrow of Teryon pierced through the sea breeze and struck his body, with a painful warning echoing in his heart, the orc suddenly crouched down on the saddle of the young dragon
The straight-line distance is just under 200 yards, which is not far, but the sea breeze can affect the stability of the arrows, and the undulating body of the young dragon adds significant complications to this sniping attempt
Drake reached out and grasped the crack in the deck, using all his strength to pull himself and his father out of the darkness. Upon seeing the first ray of light, he said in a low voice:
Opportunity only comes once, Lothar! If you fail, I will withdraw immediately
Dalin shook off the hand that Drake had placed on his arm, and he said in a low voice
To be honest, with the firepower of the three warships commanded by Dai Lin, if they had initially targeted the sky, the flying shells would have been sufficient to repel this young dragon, which lacks combat experience. However, on the one hand, the adverse weather conditions made it difficult for the artillery to aim.
Yes
Beneath the deck of the warship, which was already close to sinking, the cabin, ignited by dragon fire and extinguished by the tide, had been soaked by the cold seawater. Dailin awkwardly helped his son to his feet, brushing the ashes and dust off his son's shoulders, and said in a low voice
The use of the bow and arrow is almost an instinctive skill ingrained in the essence of elves, and Tyrian has been practicing archery for 170 years; the techniques of shooting have long since become second nature to him
Do not harbor hopes for the 'mercy' of the enemy, for the enemy is always exceptionally brutal, an aggressor, a destroyer, a trampler; this is the true face of the enemy... Therefore, do not let them teach you 'fear', you must teach them 'cruelty'