Dahl hovered over the soldiers' garrison in Stormwind City, constantly spitting flames towards the tents and wooden fences on the ground. This place has become a sea of ​​fire, with orcs and wolf cavalry rushing back and forth, carrying spears used by human cavalry and being injured one by one, or wanting to pretend to be dead and fall to the ground.

On the other side of the bridge, another colorful young dragon had also flew to the lakeside town militia on the ground wanted to stand on the sentry tower and building high places and take a bow and arrow to shoot him down. However, for these militia with low training levels, it was extremely difficult for even shooting a dragon in broad daylight, let alone at night.

The roar of dragon men and ogres resounded across the banks of the Shui Lake. The fleeing people were still running towards the bridgeheads on both sides of the werewolves, avoiding the burning flames. Many brave people jumped into the lake, but in this chaotic moment, there were also fishmen who took the opportunity to pick up bargains waiting for them below.

The defense forces outside the town have almost been eliminated by the troops of the Black Stone Tower. Most of the soldiers were either captured, died tragically, or retreated to the town square. At this time, Salles was already standing on the slope of the head of the Zhishui Bridge, directing the orc shooters to stop and kill all humans who wanted to escape from the town. All the guys who had seen the Black Dragon Man could not be let go.

Garcelzog came down from a group of Blackstone soldiers to the outside of the square in the center of the town. The town guards were still holding on to this place. The zombies were already everywhere, and there were even many zombies holding dark skin pendants that fell to the ground.

The Governor picked up a dark skin pendant, and the disturbing whispers contained in it seemed to be calling something, which made him feel uncomfortable. In the end, he had to throw it into the pile of corpses to get rid of this ominous feeling.

He looked around and looked at the town building north of the square. The human guards piled up tables, chairs and wood into bunkers, and the archers and crossbowmen who were exposed were looking at this side.

There were not many orcs left in the stone castle, and there would inevitably be losses in this battle, so he decided not to send orcs to attack.

"Call the help of the Dragon Clan." The governor patted the messenger beside him. The messenger sounded the horn. Selan, who was patrolling the archers in the air, screamed in response when he heard the order.

"Come on! Invader!" A middle-aged man hid behind a bunker and poked his head out, shouting at the Black Stone Orc who did not dare to attack rashly: "Hupan Town has faced the threat of evil people. Every time we will completely defeat them, and you will no exception!"

After saying that, the militia next to them followed the insults and demonstrations, and it seemed that the man was the leader here.

"A group of pink mice, only death is waiting for you." Gaselzog forced a smile and cursed back in the common language. He couldn't wait to see the young dragon rush down, and burned all the humans who relied on the stone building to fight to the death.

Just a few minutes later, a black shadow flew across the sky, and the orcs, werewolfs, humans, and ogres all raised their heads. The black shadow first flew over the square, then lowered its height and returned. A black fog came as he passed by.

"Back back!" Gaselzog realized what this was. He waved to everyone to retreat, while the humans guarding the square were still confused.

"poisonous!"

The first human who felt a sore throat roared out, then he couldn't breathe, his skin began to ulcerate, and then the people around him began to show symptoms one by one.

Compared with high-temperature flames, Selan is better at using poison gas and frost. He hovered back and forth on the town square, sowing waves of suffocating poisonous fog. Although these suffocating fogs will suffocate humans and cause organ lesions, they will produce some fungi and mushrooms when they fall on wood and land.

Amid the orcs' smug laughter, the guards of Hupan Town began to retreat, but still left more than a dozen young corpses. They covered their noses and mouths and ran towards the door of the town center building, trying to hide in the room to isolate the poisonous fog.

Seeing that the enemy forces in the square had been cleared, Selan landed directly in the center of the town and continued to sow poisonous fog in the direction of human beings' escape. The escaped soldiers fell down one after another, and the soldiers surrounding the middle-aged man soon had less than thirty people.

Gaselzog looked at the young dragon in the center of the poisonous fog and could not move forward. After all, the orcs were afraid of the poisonous fog and could only wait to dissipate slowly. But after all, they were a little satisfied when they saw the guy who had provoked him just now ran away with his head in his arms.

Suddenly, a feather arrow penetrated the head of a supervisory guard. Gaselzog turned his head and saw his orc companion twitching on the ground and was startled, watching the source of the arrow. Then, another arrow hit his thigh. Gaselzog let out a thunderous sound and fell to the base of the wall next to him. His injuries were not completely healed.

"Risk a shield! Raise a shield!"

The orcs raised their shields toward the top of the building, where there was a blonde archer looking at this side. The orc crossbowman next to them immediately counterattacked, but the crossbow arrow flew over but was easily avoided by the opponent. Then another arrow flew over and shot the crossbowman down.

"Two!"

The voice was sharp and rapid, clearly the voice of an elf! He was wearing a short green robe, covered with a soft mail that only appears when the movements were wide open and closed, and he was probably a ranger.

The elf ranger's arrows were fired continuously, and each arrow came towards the governor. Gaselzog had no strength to dodge. After the shoulders and lower abdomen were shot, the orcs climbed to the roof to force the elf to be unable to shoot.

But in this way, the elf actually took out a scimitar and fought with the orcs that were climbing up. Soon, a guard of the commander was poked into the waist and fell down and broke his neck.

Gaselzog knew that the other party was definitely a tough guy, so he turned around and crawled towards Selan, regardless of whether the poisonous fog had dispersed. At this time, Selan also heard the orcs roar, turned his head and glanced at the archer on the roof. She had killed several orcs and looked at the young dragon.

Seeing Selan in the center of the square, the elf decisively pulled the bow again. The arrow flew over in an instant and accurately penetrated into the soft part under Selan's wings, causing him to growl in pain.

Just as the elf was about to shoot another arrow, Dahl arrived in time and swept the entire roof with a slight blaze. When the flames passed, the elf was gone in the flames and smoke. I don't know if she had left or was burned to ashes by the fire.

"Save me, Dahl." Gaselzog leaned against the wall and looked at the young dragon landing in the fire on the roof, shouting helplessly.

But Dahl did not respond. Seeing Dahl's indifference, Sailan chose to turn around and look at the ogre pioneers who had dissipated the poisonous fog before rushing in to break through the town center building.

"The life of the Dragon Clan is much more precious than an orc like you, the Governor." Dahl whispered: "You shouldn't let the Dragon Clan take risks just because you are afraid of death."

Gaselzog sighed and explained, "The dragon jumped down and was shot."

"I'm not talking about this. You shouldn't have helped Morgans lie to me to the Tower of Ilgara. You know what he wants to do."

After saying that, Dahl raised his wings and flew away from the burning tower. The burning wooden boards fell and broke into the aisle, making the generals who were caught in several arrows frightened. However, compared with his situation at this time, these broken wooden boards were the least threatening trouble.

Nearly black blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, Gasselzog coughed loudly, and he was getting more and more difficult to breathe and could not make any movement.

He watched the ogres and orcs in the square surrounded the town center building, and the flames slowly spread along the roof, and the crackling sounds and smoke completely covered his existence.
Chapter completed!