"We are not close to the Dragon City, and we don't know how many dangers we will encounter along the way. I hope the tribesmen can hold on, and I also hope that the dragon lords there can accept us... I heard from the caravan. The dragon has made it known to the world that it is willing to accept the allegiance of any race, and may the dragon's reputation be as convincing as the legend."
And as long as the dragon enters old age or lives to the realm of an ancient dragon, then the dragon at that level will become more rational and more like a knowledgeable elder, which is completely opposite to their young personality. As long as You don't mess with these dragons, they are willing to talk to you and even show you kindness.
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's set off after a short rest. This desert is really too dangerous. It is said that there are a large number of giant scorpions underground. If we accidentally encounter them, it will be a bloody battle. We have already been in the swamp before. Too many clan members were lost in the battle with the 'Floating Corpse Mud Monster'."
At this time, another bear-man came over from among the resting orcs. He looked almost exactly the same as the bear-man next to Lisa Furr. The two were twin brothers.
"Eh? Do you think there's something going on there?"
She knew that although it was true that giant dragons were arrogant and cruel, their temperaments also had to be divided into stages. Generally, adult dragons to mature dragons were indeed in line with people’s impressions of giant dragons. There have been many dragons in history. Several giant dragons have slaughtered cities and annihilated countries, and almost all of these giant dragons are in the stage of adult dragons to mature dragons.
"... As an orc, I shouldn't be afraid of fighting, but now we are not allowed to fight!"
The elf whistled, and a snow leopard came running from a distance. He rode on the snow leopard and said hello in the elf language, then quickly disappeared into the snowy distance.
Lisafur said as if she was swearing a blood oath.
As long as they guard here for a week, they can be transferred back to the Dragon City, and the next people will take turns. They think that as long as they return to the Dragon City, they will have soft and delicious white bread to eat every day, and sweet fruits as snacks. , if they behave well, they will be rewarded with more exquisite food, so these two elves have no complaints about the current harsh environment.
Lisa Furr sighed, but soon she became energetic again. The promotion from the ninth level to the legend is not from the legend to the demigod. The promotion from the legend to the demigod realm does not rely on resources or qualifications. The decision has been made. Sometimes what is needed is a kind of ethereal luck, but to be promoted from the ninth level to the legendary realm, personal hard work and struggle still account for a large part.
As we all know, the existence of giant dragons is not a reassuring and kind-hearted race in people's minds. Whether in the world of humans or orcs, giant dragons are associated with words such as killing, madness, moodiness, power, arrogance, etc. Related, and these words are generally not good words.
"... It is estimated that there will be clan sacrifices along the way, but this is inevitable. After we walk out of this desert, we will try to find some prey as much as possible to collect enough rations for us to go to the Dragon City, even if I have the last one left. Your tone will also send you to the Dragon City!"
"It would be great if I were at the legendary level now..."
Lisa Furr believes that she will definitely be able to enter the realm of legends in her lifetime. This is also her confidence.
The two elves were wearing thick cotton robes, chatting with each other and staring into the distance.
"Those are...orcs? Could it be that the orcs launched an army to attack the Dragon City?"
"Go and inform the guards guarding the city first, and inform His Majesty Galakrond of what happened here."
The idea of going to Dragon City is good, but it is not easy for Lisa Furr to actually implement it.
In fact, elves are not suitable to serve as sentry guards in such a cold place, but these two elves are willing to do this difficult task.
Although Lisa Furr is not one of those ignorant mortals, even if she is an orc, she has reached the ninth level, the pinnacle of mortal power, and has a better understanding of many realities of this world.
Along the way, she was indeed as she said in her words. Every time she encountered an enemy or a battle, she rushed to the front line and used her strong strength and wounds to exchange for more opportunities for her tribe to survive. This is what she is. What a clan chief should do.
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If Lisafur is truly a legend, even if she is a loser among the orcs, no matter which clan she joins, that clan will treat her as a guest and a distinguished guest, not as a slave.
The bear brothers all nodded in agreement.
The City of Dragons is backed by the Saint-Saurol Mountains and faces a plain in front. It is located at the intersection of multiple forces and can be said to be a strategic fortress that is absolutely easy to defend but difficult to attack.
One of the elves said that he was not afraid of these hundreds of orcs, not to mention the great demigod dragon Galakrond, even the elven soldiers who were sent to the City of Dragons. It was enough to get rid of this part of the orcs, but no matter how confident they were, they did not dare to be careless in military matters.
"Central City... No, according to the people in the caravan, that city is now called the City of Dragons. Let's go to the City of Dragons!"
Not long after, Louis and the elves guarding the city received the news, and an army of thousands began to gather, waiting for the arrival of this group of orcs.
"No, it's not like an army. The orcs would have to go crazy to send such a small number of people to face His Majesty Galakrond... And they don't look like soldiers in their clothes."
One of the elves suddenly pointed into the distance. The elves had excellent eyesight. From a distance, they could see dense black dots moving slowly forward. At a rough count, there were hundreds of people.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Lisa Furr said.
"But if you want to step into the legendary realm, it is even more difficult than rising from an infant state to a ninth-level professional level. I don't know how many people are stuck at this step and will never be able to succeed in promotion."
The other elf nodded and said: "...Then I will go back and notify you first. You should be careful not to be discovered by them. Try to follow these orcs to see what they do."
A strong man of the legendary level will be respected no matter where he is. Just as the name of this level represents, such a strong man is the "legend" of this era, the protagonist of the era who can be written into the history books. one.
Don't look at the fact that there is only one level difference between the ninth level and the legendary, but the distance is the distance between a mortal and a saint. It can be said that as long as this hurdle is crossed, the form of life will undergo great changes.
'The ancient dragon should be far beyond the age of the ancient dragon. It seems that the dragon that occupied the central city will not be too cruel...'
Unlike human generals or lords, orc leaders charge at the forefront. Only in this way can other orcs surrender.
Orcs are not brainless, it’s just that most orcs prefer to use muscles to solve problems. However, orcs who can reach the level of ninth-level warriors cannot be real fools. Although Lisa Furr feels that she is a warrior compared to In fact, he is more like an assassin—the kind of assassin who confronts others head-on.
Lisa Furr sighed, and this arrogant wolf girl could only sigh helplessly at this time.
Saint-Saurol Mountain is covered with snow, but the view here is wide and can almost cover dozens of kilometers to the east. As long as there is a group action of more than a hundred people, unless powerful magic is used, it will never be possible. Get away from this sentry.
"Inform the tribesmen to set off, the target is the Dragon City!"
Lisa Furr thought so, but she was also worried.
The bear brother couldn't help but ask.
Ten kilometers away on Mount Saint-Sauron, a sentry post was set up here, and two elf guards were guarding it.
"Your Highness, brother! The tribe has finished eating. We can rest for a while and then continue our journey."
"Your Highness, have you decided where we should go next?"
Lisapher stood up, her eyes were cold and fierce, like a lone wolf walking on the prairie, bloody and cruel.