"Those dragons don't want to hurt us... otherwise they don't need to use dragon fire to warn us... If we continue to entangle like this, once the dragons break the bottom line, this fleet will be finished. The griffin knights can stop them, but the number is too small.

...Retreat, and this time... give them the ocean!"

"us!"

Dai Lin raised his head and looked at the three red dragons in the sky. His teeth were almost broken.

"We will defeat these bastards on land! Sooner or later...I will take back my ocean from them!"

Ten minutes later, the remaining human fleet slowly withdrew from the battlefield. Seeing this scene, the old swordmaster Dar clenched his fists:

"Warchief, humans have retreated...we have won!"

"No! We don't!"

Orgrim put down the telescope, his face covered with frost:

"The dragon did not follow my request and burned all the human fleet, only one third of it was burned. It is not so much that we won, it is better to say that these dragons won... They scared away the humans, damn it!

"

"Zuluhid, this incompetent waste! He still hasn't been able to completely control these dragons. If they can become our weapons of war, mere humans... hmph, forget it!"

The great chief threw the telescope in his hand to the old sword master, and he snorted:

"Now that the road ahead is clear, we will speed up and land in the Hillsbrad Hills! We will defeat those human kings on land with dignity and dignity! Truly win the world!"

"On land, the orcs are invincible!"

"Snapped"

In the dark cabin, Tyrion's fingers tapped a few times on Grokush's steel scepter. A special rune was ignited by the energy of death, emitting a ghostly white light. In an instant, the cold frost disappeared.

Covering this heavy weapon, the eerie cold air is enough to freeze any creature that comes into contact with it.

"Now, have you learned it?"

Tyrion looked at Grokush who was sitting next to him. The latter scratched his head. He obviously had the body of an elegant human knight, but it forced him to have the stupid and rough feeling of an orc.

"Well, I barely learned it!"

Hearing Grokush's answer, Tyrion shrugged and threw the scepter engraved with runes in his hand to the death knight retinue.

"This is the simplest frost rune, but you are using it with such difficulty. The ten times more complex blood rune and the more complex evil rune, you probably won't be able to master it in your lifetime, let alone the last three runes.

The mixture of texts will cost you your second life."

Grokush didn't care. He played with the cold steel scepter in his hand. He looked at Tyrion and asked in a low voice:

"I have always been curious. You are a high elf. You are the weakest among the 20 death knights in the first generation. Why are you the only one who can master these complex necromantic runes? I have asked them, even Talon Gorefiend.

The Great Warlock has never heard of the existence of these runes. How do you know about them? Where did you learn them?"

"Everyone has a secret, Grokush, and you want to know my secret..."

Tyrion leaned against the swaying cabin. He closed his unique pair of ice-blue eyes and said softly without a trace of emotion: "You have to trade your own secret."

"I have no secrets!"

Grokush's expression changed:

"I don't know what you mean by this."

"Who are you? You are different from the ordinary orcs who died in battle! Maybe the Blood Demon doesn't know this secret, but I don't choose apprentices and followers randomly... You have a secret! Glokush

, I can see it! Tell me!"

"You are wrong! I am really just an ordinary orc warrior named Grokush!"
Chapter completed!