"Isn't that right?" Arthas was even more interested - from what he knew about dragons, the young dragons, though highly intelligent, were in some ways immature children of the dragons, and would not reasonably doubt their queen's orders. What is it that makes this little red dragon a little abnormal?

"That's right...... "Maybe the little red dragon was born talkative, or maybe it was because it had nowhere to talk about its thoughts, so the little red dragon, as if he had regarded Arthas as a talking object, propped up its upper body slightly, folded its wings, and squatted on its tail, like an elder who wanted to tell a story.

"Taran and the queen are the only two dragons I've ever seen...... But not long ago, in another place, I saw another dragon, he was one of our kind, and his name was ...... Clay ...... "When the little red dragon said this, Arthas suddenly realized - Clay, isn't that the dragon name of Crassus?" The little red dragon in front of him was actually one of those red young dragons that flew to Nanhai Town that day?

"Nanhai Town? Did you meet Clay in Southsea? Arthas asked tentatively. Yes! Do you know Nanhai Town too? "The little red dragon is a little happy." Forehead...... I was there the day you met Clay. Alsace told the truth.

"Really? Then you should know my ...... My name is Valastaz, what about you? The little red dragon looked like "let's make friends together" and began to introduce himself. "Oh...... It's you, my name is Arthas. The little prince remembered that this little red dragon was the one who talked to Crassus.

"Hello, Arthas." The little red dragon didn't recognize the hostile relationship between himself and humans, and although it was a little scary when its mouth was full of sharp teeth, it was obvious that it was laughing happily. This made Arthas feel very strange - didn't the little red dragon know that they had just burned down the entire fleet of the Human Alliance?

"Arthas, how is Clay now? I asked Taran, but he wouldn't tell me. Compared to "new human friends" like Arthas, the little red dragon is still more interested in his own red dragon kind. "He ......" Arthas, remembering the picture of Crassus lying weakly in his tent, hesitated for a moment, but still said the truth: "That Taran...... After you left, you attacked him...... Clay is now seriously injured, and we don't know how to heal him. ”

"What? Taranta ......" the little red dragon roared under his breath, his fanged mouth came to Arthas, and a scorching smell wafted out - dragons don't brush their teeth, but they need to clean their teeth too, so small breaths come in handy - free of impurities and moths, and can survive the flames of dragon breath.

Both Winlessa and Mograini rushed to keep Arthas at bay. Seeing this scene, the little red dragon quickly retracted his head and said a little dullly, "Okay...... Maybe you're right, Taran and Clay...... There is a real chance that the two of them will fight. What Clay told me and what Taran said were two opposite of each other...... I don't know which of them to trust...... It would be nice if there were other members of the same kind here. ”

"What did Clay say?" Arthas patted Wenlesa, signaling that she didn't need to be nervous, and then asked the little red dragon. "Yes." Valastaz replied a little listlessly, "Clay said that the Queen would never give orders for the slaughter of humans...... But this order was passed on to us by Taran, who was the Queen's most trusted kind, and we had no way to see the Queen, only he could ......."

Listening to the little red dragon's somewhat envious complaints, Arthas suddenly thought of Crassus's analysis and said, "But, listening to Clay, you should have another one here...... The female dragon, that is, you...... Your...... Mother? Maybe you can ...... "Crassus analyzed in the camp of Antonidas's ** division, and these of his kind should all be newborn, then there must be a female dragon in Grimbaatar, laying eggs for the orcs."

"Gone?" The little red dragon replied to Arthas's words with a little confusion, and even poked out his front paws and began to count, "One for Taran, one for the queen...... Not anymore! We only have two dragons here. The little red dragon bent two of its three toes, and seemed to be pretty good at math.

No, no, no, now is not the time to think about this, the important thing is that the "Queen" is in Grimbaatar? Arthas was taken aback by the little red dragon's inadvertent revelation - that was the queen of the red dragon! It's just ...... At least like Kil'Gardan and Akmund, he has long since transcended the mortal realm.

Crassus speculated that there must have been a maternal cousin in Grimbaatar, either forced or willing to lay eggs for the orc army; But he wouldn't have imagined that this maternal fellow was his queen anyway, right? Arthas cautiously confirmed, "You mean...... You...... Are you the child of the Red Dragon Queen? ”

I really can't see that the little red dragon in front of me, who is a little chatty and a little sentimental, is actually the child of the Red Dragon Queen, doesn't that mean that it is actually the same as Alsace, a ...... Prince? Although this batch of "princes" born from eggs is somewhat worthless, it ......

"yes." Valastaz nodded and admitted, "It's not just me, but many, many brothers and sisters, all of whom were born from the queen's recently laid dragon egg. It's just that...... Taran wouldn't let us see the Queen, who he said was already wounded. ”

Injured? - Arthas was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. It's good to be injured, it seems that the Red Dragon Queen has become an enemy of humanity for some reason, and if it is not injured, Arthas is not sure if Frostmourn will be able to defeat this legendary Guardian of the World head-on!

"Oh yes." Arthas finally remembered something serious and said, "Do you know what's going on here?" Although he had roughly deduced that Arthas also felt that the somewhat strange little red dragon in front of him should not participate in the slaughter, he still wanted a definite answer.

"...... here," Valastaz hesitated, lowered his head, and his tone was full of frustration and sadness, "It's the orcs, those brutal orcs, and ...... And some of my newborn siblings...... The orcs were running out of food to store, so they raided the village with my brothers and sisters......"