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When Grot woke up, he found himself tied to a pillar tied up, and it was pitch black around him. He struggled for a while, but the rope on his body was not loose at all. At the same time, he felt that his armor was gone and his whole body was chilling. And there was something spinning around his feet, which was unbearable itch.

"What, is it a snake?" Grott shook desperately, cursing this ghost place. In any case, he had only one idea now - to leave here. "This damn rope." His shaking movement became louder and louder, and finally alarmed the people outside. A glowing rectangle suddenly appeared in front of him. Grott felt the light was very dazzling. It was not until he looked over for the second time that he realized that it was a door, and there was a figure standing there - a human.

"Who is it?" asked the captured orc. The other party approached him. He didn't know that it was the human who defeated him three meters away! Grot's eyes immediately became vicious, but he could only do this. He was about to say something, but the man suddenly seized the opportunity to stuff something into his mouth.

"Um~!" Grott twisted about the next second, staring at the human in anger, and his eyes signaled him to take away the things stuffed into his mouth, but the other party did not do that. Grott gradually calmed down, and suddenly a sweet feeling came from his mouth, it was a piece of bread!

Nathanos asked him to shut up and turned away. The rope he used to tie Grott was beef tendon, which could not be broken free. After dealing with the orcs, there was a more troublesome thing to deal with. Nathanos returned to the farm house, and a guy was frantically eliminating the food stored in the farm.

"It seems that although your size has become smaller, your appetite is not." Nathanos leaned against the door frame and looked at the Red Dragon who was trying hard to eat. While the other party was chewing the bread in his hand, his eyes were already looking at another piece of bread on the table. He ignored Nathanos's words, of course she could understand.

"Can you give me another piece of lamb leg, just one piece?" said the Red Dragon. The human glanced at her and walked towards the kitchen. An hour later, the "big eater" in front of him finally stopped eating, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Thank you." She said, with a sincere tone. Nathanos looked at her for a long time and thought that this female elf, or the red dragon, had experienced some tragic things. Although her red robe was not damaged, there was bruising deep in her arms and cheeks, and she should have not eaten for a long time. This was obvious. Nathanos had learned about the Dragon Clan from the book. Although many people thought that this was just a legendary creature, there was one thing he could be sure of - at least they existed in Azeroth. But the tribe did not come from this world, but the orc came here on her back. Nathanos was surprised at first. He thought that the Dragon Clan and the orcs had formed an alliance, but when he saw the situation of the dragon in front of him, he denied his thoughts and turned to another idea. The orcs enslaved the Dragon Clan, but how could this be possible?

"What's your name?" Nathanos asked.

"Christasa." The female elf-like red dragon replied, then added: "I am a red dragon, you should have seen it, but what I encountered is not something you can imagine. Thank you for helping me ask that orc, what happened to you?"

"He was locked in my grain companion with mice," Nathanos replied.

"Since he is your captive, you have the right to decide his life and death. Thank you again, but I have to leave. I still have very important things to do." The female elf stood up, but suddenly felt weak in her body the next second, and then collapsed on the chair. "What is this? What did you do to me?" Kristasa looked at Nathanos in surprise.

"Nothing." The human moved his chair and sat opposite her, then placed a grass on the table. "Just add some 'seasoning' to your food."

Kristasa widened her eyes and frowned and said, "What! You...!"

"I don't know how much dosage it takes to get a dragon down, so every bite of bread and mutton you eat has this herb that can make people lose their ability to move."

"Why do you do this?"

"Why?" Nathanos laughed: "It seems you haven't figured out the situation yet, ma'am. There is no difference between you and that orc in my eyes, you are both prisoners."

"I'm not your enemy." Kristassa tried to struggle to stand up or transform, but her body did not react with her will at all. "I was forced to serve those damn greenskins, and I didn't want to hurt you."

"Great!" Nathanos snapped his fingers and came to her. "I'm also curious why a powerful creature like you must listen to the orc's orders. There must be a story here, and I'm willing to listen to it."

"You have no idea what you're doing, humans. The situation is worse and terrible than you think."

Grembato

Necruise was counting the Dragon Knights, but he only looked at it and knew that the number was wrong. It was not because of his sharp eyes, but until now they only had nine Dragon Knights.

"One missing?" Necross said, then shouted: "Who else hasn't come back."

"It's Grott, Lord."

"Grot?" Necross remembered the self-righteous person who often showed off his ability to control the red dragon in front of others. Necross still remembered that he had warned this guy many times to be careful, but every time Grott accepted the teachings absent-mindedly and did not take his words to heart. "Where has he been?"

"I don't know." A red dragon knight replied, then looked at the red dragons trapped in the cage, and continued, "His dragon has not come back either."

"Idiot!" The warlock cursed: "I don't care whether that guy Grott is dead or alive, but that dragon is the direct descendant of the Queen of Red Dragons, and is one of the few red dragons that are several times stronger than ordinary young dragons. Damn Grott, where did I take my dragon?" Necros glared at the stone beside him, as if it was Grott. "Go and find that guy right away... No! Bring my dragon back. Immediately!"

Necross' orders cannot be disobeyed. Although the Red Dragon Knights were reluctant, they set out, cursing the missing Grot in their hearts.

"What are you yelling about, Necross?" Zulushid walked out of the dark passage on one side.

"That waste, the dragon knight Grott, you are proud of, died. He disappeared and took away a powerful red dragon."

"Grot? I remember he was the first to become a Dragon Knight. What happened?" Zulushid realized that something was wrong and immediately asked.

Necros gritted his teeth and looked down at the side: "I can't explain clearly, but I have a bad feeling, which is closely related to Grott's disappearance."
Chapter completed!