Chapter 4 Chapter Four

The paladins took them to a camp, which happened to be the nameless inn that Vereesa had told Ronin about.Ronin had no impression of this place.In this small camp surrounded by towering stone walls, there are no unnecessary ornate decorations, and knights, infantry and common people live a frugal life.The banners of the Brotherhood and the Alliance of Lordaeron fluttered in the wind, and the knights of the Silver Hand were their loyal supporters.If he hadn't seen so many ordinary people, Luo Ning would definitely think that this is a purely military fortress, because the sacred law controls everything.

The paladins were very attentive to Vereesa, and some young knights deliberately showed off their charm when Vereesa spoke to them.But with Ronin, they simply ignored him when they didn't have to.Even when Rhonin asked about the journey to Husk, Vereesa had to repeat it before the knights were willing to answer.Although there was some misunderstanding when they first met, the pair of partners were obviously not prisoners of the knights, but Ronin still felt that he was out of tune with them.The knights treated Rhonin with grudging politeness only at the request of their allegiance to King Terenas, but Rhonin knew he was seen as an outlier.

"We've seen both dragons and griffins," said Duncan, leader of the knights?Santeres said suddenly, "Our duty and our honor as paladins require us to rush to provide assistance immediately." But in fact the whole battle took place in the air, obviously these knights couldn't help at all, but it neither dampened their holy enthusiasm nor gave them common sense, Rhonin couldn't help thinking this way in his heart.And, strangely enough, Rhonin felt a slight pang in his heart that he couldn't be alone with Vereesa now.In short, she is my guide, and she should accompany me all the way to Haskell. This is the only way Ronin can explain his feelings.

Unfortunately, Duncan?Santerez and the others are also going to Haskell.When everyone dismounted one after another, the broad-shouldered Duncan?Santrez stretched out his hand to help Vereesa, "If we can't send you safely to the port as soon as possible, it will be our negligence. I understand that you have a mission, my dear lady, but it must be something great The power of God has led you to us. We know the way to Husk so well that a detachment led by myself will accompany you on your journey tomorrow." These words seemed to please Ranger, but did not give any encouragement to Luo Ning.Everyone in the camp looked at him as if they saw a goblin or an orc.Rhonin had already suffered too much from the martyrdom of his companions on the previous mission, and he didn't want the paladins to add to his troubles.

"You are so helpful." Luo Ning interrupted suddenly, "However, Vereesa is a ranger with outstanding talents, and the two of us can reach the port in time." Santerez's nose twitched as if he smelled something bad.Keeping his smile, the paladin continued to say to Vereesa, "Let me personally take you to your resting place." Then he glanced at his men, "Go find a place to house the mage." "This way," shouted a thick, muscular knight.It looked like he was going to grab Ronin's arm right away, not even caring about breaking it.Of course, Luo Ning could teach him how to be more polite to the guests, but thinking about the smooth progress of the mission and not destroying the peace between the alliance forces, he just walked quickly to the guide and kept silent along the way.

Rhonin guessed that he would be housed in one of the dankest and most filthy huts, but when he got to the house, he found that the place he was going to live in was as plain as the rooms of those dull paladins; dry, clean, surrounded by stone walls There was only a small wooden door on one side, and it was more comfortable than many places Rhonin had lived in before.A neat wooden bed and a small table are all the furnishings.There are no windows in the house, and the only light source comes from a good oil lamp.Ronin thought at least a window was needed, but he doubted the knights would give him that.Still, there's nothing like keeping those curious eyes at bay.

"That's right," Luo Ning just opened his mouth when he found that the young knight who sent him had turned away and closed the door.Rhonin began to recall whether there was a lock on the door when he came here, but the paladins should not go too far.Rhonin must have had a cursed soul for the knights, but they were allies nonetheless.It cheered Ronin up to make the paladins feel uncomfortable, the Silver Hand guys were always so fake-holy, fake-merciful in his mind. The host didn't reluctantly invite Luo Ning to dinner until dinner time.But Vereesa has always controlled the commander's gaze, whether she likes it or not.

Except for the elves, no one had spoken a word to Rhonin, if Santeres hadn't happened to be talking about dragons.Luo Ning was about to leave long ago. "The dragons have been haunting more frequently and more ferociously in recent weeks," the bearded Knight of Santeris told them. "The orcs know that their time is numbered, and they still want to fight until they are destroyed." He took a sip of his wine, and continued, "The Juroon camp was set on fire by two dragons three days ago, and most of the residents died tragically. And cruel The orcs and their leaders were gone long before the Gryphon Riders arrived."

"It's horrible," Vereesa murmured. Duncan nodded, with a frenzy flashing in his dark brown eyes, "But it will all be over soon! Our troops will soon advance into Khaz Modan, fight all the way to Grim Batol, and end the war brought by the Horde." The final threat! Let the orcs pay their blood!" "It will also sacrifice good people," Luo Ning's voice was softer than his breath. But it happened that the knight's hearing was as good as that of the elf, and seeing him immediately turned to stare at the mage. "Good people will be sacrificed, yes! But we are determined to free Lordaeron and the rest of the realms from the orcs! We will, no matter the cost!

Luo Ning was not moved by his rhetoric, and retorted: "Then the first thing you need to solve is the dragon problem, isn't it?" "We will defeat those big reptiles and send them back to their home underground! If you evil races" At this moment, Vereesa lightly held Lord Duncan's hand, and smiled at him again, making Ronin jealous. "When did you become a paladin, Lord Santeris?" Seeing the ranger's speech and demeanor become like a fascinated and charming young woman, Luo Ning was greatly surprised, she was just like a court lady of Lordaeron!Vereesa's change was very effective, and Santerez was immediately attracted.She teased the gray-haired paladin deftly, seeming to take his every word to heart.The performance of the elf was so different that Luo Ning couldn't believe that the ranger in front of him was the same person as the ranger who had been his guide and protected him for a few days.

Duncan began to tell about his humble history, how he changed from a wealthy lord's son to a knight defending honor.Although the other knights here have heard his story, this does not prevent them from engrossing Fascinated, it is obvious that Lord Duncan has become a role model for the young knights in their careers.Luo Ning simply observed everyone, and noticed that their eyes hardly blinked, and they hardly even breathed, as if they were all indulging in Duncan's legend, Luo Ning couldn't help feeling sick. Vereesa praised several passages in the story, making the old knight's most mundane deeds shine.But when asked about her own training experience, Vereesa only mentioned it lightly, but Luo Ning was sure that the ranger would never lose to this lord paladin in many skills. The paladin was obviously fascinated by the performance of the elf lady, and he continued his legend endlessly, but Rhonin had heard enough.He got up to apologize for his absence—no one had actually noticed him—and hurried to get some fresh air in the middle of nowhere. Night has come to this small camp. On a moonless night, the darkness is like a comfortable quilt covering the tall mage.He was looking forward to reaching Husk soon, and then embarking on the journey to Khaz Modan.Only then would he be free from paladins, rangers, and other useless idiots who would do nothing but ruin his good work.He'd be better off going it alone, Rhonin trying to make the Council understand before the tragedy of his last mission.But no one listened to him, and he was forced to accept the task, which he had to do in order to succeed.And none of the companions in the mission paid attention to his warning, let alone understand the necessity of his dangerous actions.With the contempt attitude of mediocrity, they rushed into the range of Luo Ning's powerful spellcasting. As a result, most of the people and the targets of the spellcasting-orc warlocks, who were trying to summon the dead, were some people's legendary Demons - reduced to ashes together.Rhonin felt much more for each of his fallen companions than he had shown the archmages in Kanritor.The archmages hated him very much, so they sent him more dangerous tasks. What task could be more dangerous than letting Ronin go into the tiger's lair alone to rescue the Red Dragon Queen?He had to complete the task on his own, not only because it excited him, but also to soothe the spirits of his dead companions whose shadows never left Rhonin's mind.Even Krasus didn't know about the lingering ghosts - which was actually a good thing, otherwise Krasus would have doubted Rhonin's mental condition and value. The wind picked up, and Rhonin walked towards the walls of the fortress.Several knights stood guard.But word had already spread that a mage had come here, so when the first guards recognized him by the light, Rhonin evaded again.He was right, he didn't care about the knights any more than they cared about him. Far away from the fortress, a whirling and fuzzy tree shadow embellishes the dark area like an illusion.Luo Ning really wanted to leave this group of unreliable hosts, and then lean against a big oak tree and sleep beautifully.At least then don't listen to Duncan?Santerez's hypocrisy.In Luo Ning's eyes, this lord's interest in Vereesa far exceeded the scope of etiquette that a paladin should have.It is true that the elf ranger has charming eyes, and her clothes look heroic... Rhonin snorted and tried his best to erase the image of the ranger from his mind.Ronin didn't realize how deeply his forced isolation had affected him during his practice.Magic is his lover, first love and eternal.Even if Luo Ning really wants to find a partner of the opposite sex, he is more attracted to the gentle type, like the delicate lady in the court, or even the tavern waitress that he occasionally notices during travel.Anyway, definitely not a proud elf ranger... Or focus on more important things.Due to the attack of the orc dragoons, Rhonin not only lost his mount, but also lost the important props that Krasus gave him.He had to find a way to contact the teacher and tell him what happened, Rhonin was sorry he had to disturb the teacher, but he felt more ashamed of Krasus if he didn't.However, Luo Ning will never run away, otherwise he will not only fail to win back his face, but also feel sorry for his conscience. Luo Ning scanned the surrounding environment, no sentinel could see this side.The high wall of a watchtower just blocked the view of the last sentinel who passed here.There is nowhere more secluded than here.Of course, he could start casting spells in the hut where he was temporarily staying, but Luo Ning preferred the open environment here, which could help him get rid of all distracting thoughts. Rhonin took a small dark crystal stone from the deep pocket of his robe.It's not the best way to use this thing to try to establish a connection for miles around, but he has no choice but to use this thing. Ronin raised the crystal over his head to face the brightest starry sky, and began to chant a spell in a low voice.A ray of light appeared in the center of the crystal, and the light became brighter and brighter as the mantra was uttered. At this time, the stars in the sky suddenly disappeared... Luo Ning was stunned and stopped casting spells.However, the star he aimed at did not disappear, and he saw the starlight again.But he swore that the blink of an eye just now was indeed... It must be an illusion caused by fatigue.Thinking about the whole day of suffering, he should have gone to rest after dinner, but Luo Ning wanted to cast a spell immediately to contact the mentor, the sooner the better. Ronin hoped that he would regain his spirits the next day, and it would definitely not be easy to go on the road with Lord Santerres. He held up the crystal again and began to cast the spell.There will be no hallucinations this time... "What are you doing furtively, wizard?" a deep voice demanded. Rhonin cursed inwardly, furious at yet another delay in casting a spell.He turned and said sharply to the approaching knight, "Nothing." A sudden, shaking explosion shook the stone wall. Luo Ning didn't have time to grab the dropped crystal, so he could only dodge the falling bricks. But the patrolling knight was not so lucky. He leaned back, hit the back of his head against the wall, and fell to the ground.Rhonin heard him moan until he was silent. The explosion has subsided, but the damage caused is still vivid.Before Luo Ning could gain a firm footing, a ruined wall crashed down.The mage jumped over to the watchtower, thinking it would be safer there.As a result, as soon as he entered the door, the tower began to shake.It was too late to escape, the entrance collapsed and there was no way out. Luo Ning started to cast spells, but it didn't help, and he saw the ceiling smashed down. At this moment, a giant's big hand grabbed Luo Ning tightly, pinching Luo Ning to suffocate, and finally lost consciousness. Nike Cruz?Bonebreaker mused over how his lifeless body had changed his fate over the years.Fiddling his waxy fangs with one hand and holding a golden disc in the other, he couldn't help wondering how a man with such power as himself could be sent to guard and care for a female prisoner whose usefulness is Keep giving birth to cubs.Of course, she has extraordinary background, she is the queen of ancient dragons.And besides, like Necrus?An orc with a broken leg like Boneshatter, no matter how powerful he was, couldn't squeeze into the chieftain's circle. The shining light of the golden disc seemed to mock him.No, it had been taunting him, but the lame old orc had never thought of throwing it away.It is precisely because of this disc that Nekros has earned a status that is still respected by the warriors of the tribe, although he has given up hope in himself since his left calf was cut off by a human knight.He killed the human with no honor.It was up to his companions to drag him out of the field, treat his wounds, and make a replacement for his stump. Nekros' gaze fell on his remaining knee and the wooden prosthesis at the lower end.There will be no more exhilarating battles and legendary stories of blood and blood.The other orc warriors would rather kill themselves than live, but he dared not.The thought of neck stretching or dissection was enough to make Nekros shudder, but he dared not tell anyone.Nike Cruz?The Bonebreaker will live, no matter the cost. If it weren't for his genius warlock skills, Nekros?Boneshard would have been dragged back to battle by the rest of the Dragonmaw clan long ago.In fact, as early as a long time ago, his talent as a warlock was fully revealed, and he got the true biography of several most powerful warlocks.However, Neklus did not choose to be a warlock. In his opinion, the shadowy profession of warlock not only cannot contribute any strength to the tribe, but may also tarnish the tribe's reputation.So he returned to the ranks of warriors.However, his chieftain, the great shaman Zuhed, has always needed him to contribute another ability--even one that other orcs dare not imagine, to capture the red dragon queen, Alexstrasza. To this end Zulhed inflicted ancient shamanistic ritual witchcraft, a spell rarely seen since the first formation of the tribe.But in order to successfully capture the Red Dragon Queen, Lao Shaman needs to summon more evil forces, and it just so happens that Nekros has been trained in this area.The gaunt old shaman did not disclose the source, but told his crippled warlock that the miraculously evil power of an ancient artifact could satisfy their needs.The problem is, this artifact is resistant to all shaman magic, even the old shaman himself is powerless.So he had to find his only confidant warlock, a warrior who swears allegiance to the Dragonmaw clan. In this way, Nekros mastered the Demon Soul. It was the old shaman Zuhed who gave the name Demon's Soul to this featureless golden plate, even though it confused the other orcs.Nekros admired the Demon's Soul over and over again, and once again marveled at the great shocking power brought by the simple shape of this ancient artifact.The texture of pure gold looks like a giant coin with a round edge.It shines brightly in even the slightest light.Neither blood, oil nor grime can tarnish its luster. "Devil's Soul is much older than shaman and warlock magic," Zuhed told him at the time, "I can't do anything about it, maybe you can..." Nekros doubted his competence at the time. Could it be better than the great shaman chief with the magic of the sorcerer who had been wasted for many days?Yet he embraced this powerful artifact and made every effort to discover its secrets and uses. Under Zuhed's firm guidance and Nekros' own successful warlock magic, it took only two days to achieve an incredible achievement, especially the one that the Red Dragon Queen could never imagine. Nekrus straightened up slowly, his big belly exacerbated the pain of the contact between the stump knee and the prosthesis, he couldn't help humming.Alas, it is very difficult to even get out of this cave now, how can I expect to be the leader of the tribe. Time to visit our guest of the house and let her know that some things have to go according to plan.Zuhed and the other surviving chiefs of the various clans fantasized about reviving the tribe, hoping to reintegrate the remnants left behind by Doomhammer and make a comeback.Nekros has doubts about this, but as a loyal orc, he will unswervingly carry out the chief's order to the end. Clutching the Demon Soul tightly in his hand, Nekros walked slowly through the dark cave passage.The Dragonmaw Clan took great pains to expand the cave system that criss-crosses the Black Rock Mountain.The intricate pathway structure makes the task of hatching and training dragons orderly, and the long-cherished wish of revitalizing the orc tribe is one step closer.Many places are already so full of hatched dragons that more space must be dug. Of course, recently, including Zuhed, many people have told him that dragon production has dropped a lot.They'll need a lot of dragons if they're going to turn the corner in this critical battle. "How can I make her lay more eggs?" Nekros couldn't help asking himself in a low voice. A pair of very young and burly orc warriors happened to pass by, and they recognized the identity of the old warlock, so they bowed their heads.They were nearly seven feet tall, with broad shoulders twice that of a human, and each carried a huge double-bladed battle axe.Both were newly enlisted dragoons.Driving out of control makes cavalry twice as deadly as their dragon mounts.Nekrus worried more than once that there might not be any competent dragoons in the tribe before the dragons died out, but he never talked about it with Chief Zuhed. The old orc walked staggeringly for a while, and gradually heard that the Red Dragon Queen was not far away.The sound of hard breathing echoed in the area, as if extending from a huge steam vent underground.Nekros understood what this meant, and he came at the right time. There was no guard at the entrance of the huge cave where the red dragon was held, but Nekros stopped.There have indeed been attempts to rescue and assassinate the Red Dragon Queen before, but none of them succeeded.Not because of the red dragon's self-defense, in fact she would be happy to be killed as a relief.It was the incredible power of the Demon Soul that stopped everything. The old orc looked at the empty aisle and shouted: "Come here!" At this time, the air in front of the door suddenly surged, and countless small fireballs rushed out, but they were extinguished in an instant.A human-shaped shadow gradually appeared, and it became clear when it reached the door.What should have been the head was vaguely recognizable as a ball of fire, and the seething flames enveloping the body like armor made even the tallest orc look like a dwarf in front of it.Nekros couldn't feel the heat of the hellfire, but he knew that if the giant in front of him touched him lightly, it would be so painful that even experienced orc warriors could not imagine. There is a legend among the orcs that Nekros summoned a demon. Although Zuhed knew the facts clearly, he had no intention of pointing out the rumors.This monster guarding the red dragon has no thoughts at all, it is just another tool summoned by Nekros to better control the artifact.Zuhed called it a fire golem—a demonic force, perhaps, but not a creature of legend. No matter where it came from or what it had been used for, this fire monster was the perfect guardian.No brave warrior can handle it, and Zuhed has tried.The artifact that summoned the fire golem was closely linked to the crippled Nekros, who alone could control the monster. "I want to enter." Nekros ordered to the fire monster. It took a while for the monster's stiff body to suddenly turn into a shower of fire and slowly disappear into the darkness.Although he had seen it many times, the old orc still took a few steps back, and did not dare to move until the flames were completely extinguished. As soon as Nekros stepped into the cell, he heard a voice saying, "I know you will come soon." As a prisoner, the Red Dragon Queen's tone was still so arrogant, but the old orc didn't mind.Over the years, he had heard worse things from the red dragon.Nekros held the Demon Soul tightly in one hand, and walked towards the head of the red dragon.The dragon's head was locked just in case, one less device to hold the mighty dragon's mouth in place, and they didn't want to lose another. It stands to reason that iron chains and iron hoops can't subdue such a huge beast, but with the terrifying power of the demon's soul added, no matter how hard Alexstrasza struggles, it will be of no avail, even though she desperately tries to break free. "Do you have any needs?" Nekros asked this not out of any concern, he just didn't let the red dragon die for the benefit of the tribe. The crimson body of this giant dragon once shone with the gorgeous luster of metal, although now she still fills the entire cave from head to tail, but recently it has become thinner and thinner.The ribs that are close to the skin are faintly visible, and he speaks like a gossamer.Trapped in such a predicament, the hatred in the dragon's golden eyes did not diminish in the slightest.Nekros knew that if Alexstrasza escaped, he would be the first to be burned to ashes or torn to pieces by the angry dragon.Of course, this possibility is very slim, even he who is lame is not afraid. "It's best to let me die..." Nekros snorted, disapproving of that.During being imprisoned for so long, it's not that the Red Dragon Queen has tried to commit suicide by hunger strike, but as long as she takes away the newly laid dragon eggs and destroys one of them in front of her terrified eyes, Alexstrasza will have nothing else to do. The chosen succumbed.Knowing that her offspring will be trained as war machines against the Horde's enemies, the Red Dragon Queen looks forward to the day when they will be free again.Destroying her eggs is undoubtedly destroying her hopes. One less egg means one less free-flying red dragon. As usual, Nekros stepped forward to count the latest clutch of dragon eggs produced.A total of 5, not bad, but less than usual.That was enough to give him a headache, and old Chief Shaman was always talking about the hatchlings from the last brood, even though the dragons were several times taller than the orcs right out of their eggs. Nekros tucked the golden artifact into the safe pocket at his waist, and leaned over to pick up a dragon egg.Despite losing a leg, his arm is still strong.He lifts the egg up and examines it effortlessly.This egg is a hefty one, and if the others here were as heavy, they would surely hatch healthy young dragons.It's best to get them to the nursery as soon as possible, where the volcanic heat is just right for hatching. As soon as Neklus put the eggs back, the red dragon whispered, "It's useless, mortals. Your petty wars are over." "Perhaps you're right," the old orc muttered, frankly surprising Alexstrasza. "But we'll hold out till the end, reptile." "At that time you will have to fight alone. You know, my last mate is dying. He is gone, and there will be no more dragon eggs." The voice of the red dragon is very low, so low that it can only barely hear.She gasped for breath with difficulty, as if these few words had overwhelmed her frail body. Cruise glanced at her and began to study the pile of dragon eggs carefully.He knew that Alexstrasza's last mate was dying.At the beginning, they had three adult male dragons in their hands, but one died while trying to escape the sea, and the other died shortly after being seriously injured by the berserk Deathwing.The last male dragon remained with the queen.But he was too old, hundreds of years older than Alexstrasza himself, and his age, combined with several near-fatal wounds, would not hold him for a few days. "Then we'll find another one." The Queen wanted to mock him, but her words were whispered. "How...how can you do it?" "We will find it..." He really couldn't answer, but if the truth made the red dragon feel secretly, Nekros would definitely be punished.A sense of failure mixed with anger erupted, and the old orc staggered closer to the dragon head, "As for you, big reptile..." Fortunately, she was bound by a strong chain, and the red dragon could not breathe fire or bite him, otherwise how would Nekros dare to get so close to Alexstrasza.Just like that, he was still in a cold sweat, and the red dragon suddenly turned his head straight and stared at him.Nekros could see the deep esophagus in the dragon's mouth, and the feeling that he might be swallowed as a snack made his internal organs and six lungs twitch. If Nekros doesn't react fast enough, it could be really bad.Taking out the Demon Soul from his pocket, he whispered a spell. There was only a painful roar resounding through the cave, and the rocks on the ceiling of the earthquake were cracked.The crimson dragon withdrew her head in pain, the iron hoop around her neck was scalded by the great power of the artifact, and Nekros couldn't help blinking. In an instant, the fire golem summoned by Demon's Soul was standing beside him, ready to wait for orders.But Nekros doesn't need it anymore, the artifact itself has settled the situation just now. "Go," the fire monster was very obedient, and disappeared into the air like an explosion.The old orc limped and approached the red dragon.Thinking of the possible failure of the cause for which he had devoted all his efforts and the red dragon's attempt to attack him just now, Nekros's anger almost exploded. "Ah, reptile, you still have two hands." He looked at the iron hoop on the wall, because the red dragon's long-term struggle had become loose.Nekros realized that while the chains were enchanted, the stone walls that held them were not.It was this mistake that almost killed him. But failing to kill the orc was enough to make the dragon pay.Nekros stared at the seriously injured red dragon with gloomy brown eyes. "A daring trick," he sneered, "bold enough but also stupid enough." Then he waved the golden disc up to the red dragon's eyes. "The chief asked me to try my best to let you live a good life, but also allow me to show you some color when necessary." Nekros grasped tightly, and the disk began to flash. "Now……" "Sorry to disturb you, my lord..." A piercing voice came from the depths of the cave, "But there is important news that you must listen to." This surprise almost made the Devil's Soul fall from his hand.Neklus tried his best to support his body with his intact leg, and as far as he could see, he saw a small man with bat-pointed ears and a mouth full of sharp teeth.I don't know if the goblin itself is disgusting or if it is not blocked by the fire monster, Nekros is extremely annoyed. "How dare you come here!" Annoyed that the punishment of the red dragon was delayed again, the old orc grabbed the goblin by the throat and lifted the little guy up. Even though Nekros was on fire, the little goblin still smiled as much as possible, "I... I just came in, respect... Your Excellency! I just came in!" Nexus thought about it.The goblins must have come in when the fire monsters first appeared.Goblins are too cunning and often appear in some very hidden places.But even the naughty little guy in front of him couldn't go an inch deeper. He dropped the goblin and asked, "What are you doing here? Any important news?" The little guy cleared his throat, "I promise, it must be the most important, the most important news!" The fangs of his mouth were bared with a smile, "I have never let you down, my lord!" Although Nekros believes that goblins have less honor than crawlers on the ground, there is no denying that this fellow has done nothing wrong.The goblins are not reliable allies, often playing tricks, but always able to complete the tasks set by Doomhammer and the great Blackhand Chief before him. "Say, come on!" The imp-like creature nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Nekros, yes! I came to tell you that there is a terrible plan brewing, more than one, about..." The goblin hesitated a little, and turned his head in Alex's direction... ..."It's... a terrible deed that will destroy the great dream of the Dragonmaw clan!" An ominous premonition rushed up, and Nekros's spine felt a chill, "What do you mean?" The goblin looked in the direction of the red dragon again, "Maybe we can talk in another place?" The little guy has a point.Nekros glanced at his prisoner, the red dragon unconscious from pain and fatigue.But still be careful.If the spy did bring what he suspected, it would be better not to give the red dragon a chance to hear it. "Good," he muttered.Neklus staggered towards the exit, already prepared for the news.The goblin jumped up and down beside him, grinning all the way to his ears.Neklus really wanted to tear off this annoying smiling face, but this little guy is still useful for now. "Hope is a good thing, Creel! You understand?" Creel tried to keep up with the old orc, his head bobbing up and down like a doll with a broken neck. "Trust me, Master Nekros, please believe me..."