Chapter 8 7. The Young Dragon Catcher

"whoosh"

Just when Dai Lin and his son climbed out of the cabin, they saw Lor'themar's armor-piercing arrows shooting out from the war bow. Like a flash of white lightning, the ranger in red's bowstring trembled rapidly in the air. This blow was so powerful that it even brought out the sound of howling and breaking wind.

In Dai Lin's wide-open eyes, the howling armor-piercing arrow precisely hit the target, that is, the orc riding behind the young dragon. When the arrow in the wind pierced his body, the huge force Pushing the arrow shaft forward, it pierced through his heart, and finally opened a terrifying flesh hole in his chest.

The long whip that the orc swung was still hovering in the air, and his angry face was still ferocious, as if he could still roar in the next moment.

But with the shaking of the young dragon's body, the lifeless corpse finally fell from the saddle, like a stone, and fell into the icy sea water.

The splash it made was no different from that of other corpses thrown into the water. This orc, who had great ideals and was only a small step away from realizing his ideals, died just like that, on an assassination arrow shot from behind. , He died so neatly that he didn't even have his last words.

"Fu"

Tyrion, who poked his head out of the water, and Lor'themar, who was leaning on the deck mast, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Although it was only a few minutes, this adventure was more dangerous than any protracted battle, because If you are a little careless, you may lose everything, even yourself.

But they won in the end, but not everyone was satisfied with the result.

"That dragon is going away! It's killing so many of us, it can't be allowed to go away!"

Prince Drake, who ran out of the cabin, pointed at the young dragon that turned around in the sky, and shouted anxiously to Lor'themar:

"Ranger! Shoot it down!"

Lor'themar shook his head. Ordinary arrows couldn't pierce the dragon's scales at all, and the kind of arrows that could pierce the dragon's scales were not carried all the time.

Seeing that Lor'themar was powerless, Drake gritted his teeth. He is not a domineering prince. When others can't help, he is more used to doing it himself. He turned around and rushed towards the largest caliber artillery placed on the deck. .

Although he is a prince, he grew up under Dai Lin's strict requirements. He is a lieutenant commander in the Kul Tiras navy. He does not rely on his father's prestige at all. He is dealing with the vicious pirates who roam the sea Promoted in battle.

Skillfully loaded the cannonball and aimed it, at the moment when the young dragon flapped its wings and flew into the sky, the cannon rang loudly, shaking the ship that was about to fall apart.

And at the moment when the fiery shells rushed out of the barrel...

"Well, the water is disgusting..."

Tyrion stuck his head out of the water and glanced at the orc corpses floating beside him in disgust. He raised his head and saw Lor'themar's hand stretched out towards him. The thumb of his left hand was already dripping with blood. He didn't even wear a gauntlet when he shot that sure-kill arrow.

"You are really desperate!"

Tyrion whispered something, grabbed Lor'themar's hand, and climbed onto the deck from the water. He turned his head and saw the cannonball fired by Drake. The trajectory, almost flew out by rubbing the young dragon's wings.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity..."

Tyrion whispered to Lor'themar, whose face was calm as he bandaged his wound, "It's just a little short..."

"boom"

Seeing that he let go of his prey, Prince Drake punched the side of the ship in disappointment. He was frustrated, anxious, and scratched his head. This may be the worst failure he has ever experienced. Three warships died In the sudden attack of the young dragon, the proud prince couldn't stand the massacre, so he ran away.

"Son, are you desperate?"

Dai Lin, who was watching coldly, leaned on a long sword and stood up unsteadily. He nodded towards the two elves, which was very in line with the king's posture. The young dragon who was out of range, put his hand on his son's shoulder:

"Reload for me, Drake... How can you allow it to escape at this point! Use chain bombs!"

"Yes! Father!"

Prince Drake took off his tattered navy suit, used it to quickly clean the barrel of the gun, put a hammer ball into the muzzle, and the admiral and his majesty the king personally fired the gun, with a black and gray face The great knights were on the sidelines to assist.

Looking at the busyness of humans, Tyrion shook his head slightly. He looked at the dragon flying farther and farther, and said softly:

"Miss...too far."

"Charge! Recharge! This is a cannon handmade by the dwarf master. It is strong enough to withstand excessive shocks, triple it!"

The admiral held a lighted torch. After filling and aiming, he turned his head and looked at the two elf rangers beside him, especially Tyrion. He smiled in a hoarse voice:

"Ranger, don't be so pessimistic, believe in miracles... Then, in return for being saved, our Proudmoore family will perform a feat of slaying a dragon in front of distinguished guests!"

"boom"

At the moment when the storm on the sea surface of Nanhai Town was about to take shape, the triple-charged cannon "jumped" at this moment, and it seemed that there was only one step away from the explosion, and the red-hot cannonball wrapped in crimson Flames flew out of the barrel, and the gunpowder, which had been added to an extremely dangerous amount, burst out with extreme power at this moment.

Under Tyrion's gaze, the round hammer ball was flying in the air, and when it rose to the highest point, it suddenly separated from the center, roaring and piercing the sea wind, just like the trolls used to hunt, spinning rapidly Like a flying stone, it precisely hit the free young dragon's wings, and then under the control of kinetic energy, it quickly rotated and tightened!

The scorching chains were wrapped around the flesh and blood. From a long distance, broken scales and dragon blood could be seen splashing everywhere. This precise shelling and a little bit of luck finally killed the young dragon's last chance to escape!

"Aww"

Accompanied by the screams of pain, the young dragon flapped its wings in the air with difficulty, but the bound left wing could not be unfolded at all. In the end, it could only flap in the air like a falling meteorite amidst the powerless wailing. Turn and hit the sea behind.

"We did it! Father! You did it!"

Drake waved his hands excitedly, congratulating his father, and at the same moment, the two rangers Tyrion and Lor'themar clearly saw the trail where the young dragon fell, their expressions changed dramatically, and they stretched out involuntarily. They grabbed a survivor one by one, turned around and jumped into the sea behind.

The survivors on the other boats were not idiots either, they all rushed into the sea desperately at this moment, the farther away from the landing point of the young dragon the better.

Five seconds later, the giant dragon that fell from the sky hit the sea less than 15 yards away from the first ship. It even directly set off a huge wave nearly 5 meters high, easily involving the dilapidated ship, just like a real tide, throwing it high, and then smashing it down hard!

"boom"

Tyrion, who was frantically advancing in the water, felt as if his back was pushed by a giant hand to the cold seabed. At that moment, the world was spinning, and he could only hold on to the arm of Admiral Dai Lin, Guarantee that the two of them will not be separated. In this kind of ocean waves, with Dai Lin's current weak condition, once they are separated...it will definitely end in death.

After the crazy spin, Tyrion opened his eyes in the water. He looked at Dai Lin who was struggling beside him. He stretched out his hands to fix his body, shaking his legs, and was about to rush to the sea, but was forcibly stopped by Dai Lin , the admiral pushed Tyrion's arm, his other finger pointing behind Tyrion.

The elf ranger looked back, where the unconscious Prince Derek's body was sliding to the bottom of the sea little by little.

Dai Lin's meaning was obvious, to abandon him and save his son.

At this moment of life and death, the middle-aged man in front of him made a plea not as a king, but as a father.

But Tyrion shook his head at him...

In the remaining memory fragments in his mind, Dailin will not die in the Second Orc War, as Tyrion said, his fate is not here, as for his son, unfortunately, maybe the brave prince He died in this sea battle, and the distance between the two was too far. In this turbulent tide, even if Tyrion gave up Dai Lin now, he might not be able to save Drake.

"This is destiny, an unchangeable destiny..."

Tyrion rushed to the sea with the admiral in his arms. Even from the coldest and most rational point of view, saving a king is far more valuable than saving a prince.

But at the moment before he rushed into the sea, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a red figure rushing towards Drake, it was Theron...

Tyrion watched Lor'themar pick up Drake and rush to the surface, his eyes narrowed at this moment...

Destiny...changed?

"puff"

The two rushed out of the sea, and Tyrion breathed heavily. When he looked up, he saw General Gavin Ladd and those fearless sailors who braved the storm and rushed into the battle zone. The general of Stormwind threw fishing nets at the two of them. Dragging them to the boat, Dailin struggled to sit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lor'themar and Drake being rescued to another boat.

Only at this time did the seriously injured warrior king feel the weakness coming from all over his body. He gritted his teeth and endured the blackened world before his eyes. Before he fell into a coma, the king firmly grabbed Tai Ryan's arm, he said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, Ranger, you and your friends saved our father and son twice... Now, Kul Tiras... owes you two favors!"

"Aww"

On the stormy sea in the distance, Tyrion couldn't help but look back at the screams of the young dragon. The human survivors were rescued on the raft, and some soldiers wrapped the chains around the young dragon's body. It seems to want to drag it back to South Sea Town.

In the distant sky, the brewing of the storm has reached its final stage.

Four hours later, outside Nanhai Town, a farewell was going on.

A not-so-big storm was raging, but on the pier of the town, some soldiers were secretly feeding a giant beast.

It was the wounded drake, also dragged back by General Gavinrad before the storm, to be sent to Lordaeron as a trophy.

The red scales had been pitted from the battle, and the admiral's last blow tore its left wing almost completely apart. Now, it was deadlocked to the pier with thick chains, and most of its body was soaked. In the water, it seemed to have reached a certain agreement with humans, from violent to weak, and no longer wanted to escape.

Facing the meat thrown into the water by the soldiers, it was somewhat uninterested, but this could not change the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

As an invisible prophet who knew everything, Tyrion didn't take much interest in the young dragon. He turned and rode on his Quel'dorei steed. Behind him, 70 elf rangers were ready to leave.

"I left 30 men here to guard our countrymen..."

Tyrion looked down at Lor'themar, and said softly:

"I've done what I promised you, and I hope you don't disappoint me, Theron..."

Lor'themar put his fist on his chest and said softly:

"In the name of my family, I will do it! Good luck, Tyrion!"

"Maybe next time I see you, I should call you Lord Lord."

Tyrion and Lor'themar made a little joke. After this battle, the awkward friendship between the two changed slightly, at least they were no longer strangers.

"I have to go, I should be back at camp by midnight...Remember what I said, Lor'themar, if possible, pass it on to your prince, the war between humans and orcs, less involvement, then Nothing good for Quel'Thalas!"

After speaking, Tyrion jumped on the horse's head, and with a neighing of the horse, 70 rangers set off on their way home.

Lor'themar stood where he was, watching Tyrion leave. He still felt a little complicated about this student who was known as the best student of the Ranger General, not only because Tyrion dominated him everywhere in the Ranger Academy, but more importantly What's more, after this incident, Lor'themar keenly felt that Tyrion, a seemingly selfish guy... seemed to have an extraordinary attachment to fate.

"What the hell have you been through..."

Lor'themar shook his head, turned around and walked back to the inn in Southsea Town. He was about to rest, and the moment he stepped into the inn, Serent, the ranger captain left behind by Tyrion, came to find Lor'themar anxiously. Therma.

He grabbed Lor'themar by the arm and pulled him outside the town, where there was a large pit full of orc corpses thrown by the soldiers.

For these damned invaders, no one even wants to give them a final resting place.

"Look here! Captain Lor'themar..."

Serent ignored the disgusting blood, jumped into the pile of corpses, pointed at a guy who was obviously different from other orcs and shouted loudly:

"Human sailors found him on the shore... It's a troll, a troll among those orc dropships! I checked his tattoos, it's Amani!"

"Amani?! How did they appear in the orc army?! Are these beasts united with the orcs?"

Lor'themar's eyes also widened at this moment, and the next moment, he thought of something more dangerous, and his eyes turned to the northeast suddenly:

"Oops! Tyrion's camp!!!"

Thanks to Brother Shuisheng and Brother Ahui for their leadership, I will start to add updates on the 15th of this month, mainly to save a little, and wait until the shelves explode~Thank you again for your love!