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Just one city away, the royal palace of Riptide Fort can be planted with the flag of the tribe on top.

But the two or three seemingly small districts in front of the palace have become meat grinders for both the Union and the Tribe. There is no so-called position, and humans play hide and seek like this, and can emerge from the rubble of any ruin, or even without their heads, and directly give the orc's brain a crossbow arrow.

It wasn't until the tribe broke through the outer walls of Fort Riptide and entered the city of Fort Riptide that they discovered that the entire hill had been hollowed out under the thousand-year-old capital of Emperor Soladin. Beneath Fort Riptide is covered with cobweb-like tunnels.

Many of the entrances to the tunnels are quite narrow, which is completely inaccessible to burly orcs.

As a result, whenever the orcs tried to storm the inner city, they would be harassed and attacked along the way from the outer city to the inner city. The orcs' slightly heavier siege weapons simply couldn't be transported. Perhaps out of nowhere, a bag of oil would be thrown and the catapults and siege engines would be incinerated to slag.

On the fifth day after Orgrim's evacuation from Lordaeron, Red Blackhand, who was in charge of the assault on Fort Riptide, received an order.

This order from the Great Chief upset the Black Hand of Red, but he had to carry it out.

"Since it's Zulushid's order, let Zuluhid handle it here. ”

A reply was received, and an hour later, Riptide Castle was destroyed.

Taranistaz - The wind pressure from the red dragon's flapping wings has caused further damage to the half-destroyed capital of more than 2,000 years.

The terrible storm caused by the flapping of the dragon's wings easily blew down all the surviving, relatively intact houses. Slightly older buildings were uprooted, and the walls made of loose mud bricks were blown into the air and crumbled.

The defensive area in front of the palace, which had plagued the orc legions for months, was leveled in a matter of breaths like a sand castle washed away by the waves.

"Forgive me—" The dragon shouted deep repentance in the common language from the sky.

With this sound, Taranis's belly bulged, then to his chest, and finally to the dragon's neck. In the void in front of the dragon, a dense pattern of golden flames composed of dragon words appeared.

For a moment, this light even overtook the light of the sun.

A flame of destruction quickly expanded from a small handful to a giant fireball larger than an entire house. The golden light completely enveloped the entire Rapids Fort Palace.

The gray-black palace was poured with lava-like flames, and the palace melted in the exclamation of everyone who witnessed the scene.

The huge bluestone began to flatten like pieces of cheese that had been melted away by high temperatures, and the red-hot unknown substance spread in all directions.

The symbol of Riptide Castle is just gone?

The ancient capital of the Araso Empire, which has been inherited for more than 2,000 years, is gone!

Taranistaz looked a little weak, but the orcs on his back were roaring loudly. The pathetic Elder Dragon had to muster his spirits and aim at a huge cave that was exposed, and once again spat out what little dragon breath he had.

In the underground crater, it was as if a terrible volcanic eruption had been encountered. The narrow tunnels that restricted orcs from entering have instead become human graves. The doors and boulders that restricted the entry of foreign enemies collapsed or crumbled like dominoes.

Not only Taranis, but also other red dragons were also ordered by the orcs to quickly find pits that looked extremely deep, and spewed dragon breath into them.

It's a bit like a syringe.

With enough pressure applied from one side, the flames spread down the tunnel through all the spaces in the mountain.

King Solas Tolbain, who had just arrived at the Wall of Soladin, fell to his knees in a daze. Not only him, but every warrior of the Kingdom of Stormgard saw the great mountain that towered over Fort Riptide, bursting with golden flames from the various vents of the cliff.

How many people can survive inside?

Is it nine deaths and one life?

Or is it one in a hundred?

"No—" Tears of despair slipped down the resolute faces of these mountain men.

Watch his homeland, the kingdom of Stormgard, sink in darkness and burn in flames, and see his loved ones and compatriots weeping and struggling in pain......

For a moment, almost all the people of Riptide felt that everything was destroyed...... Whether it's hope or the way forward.

Fort Riptide was destroyed.

It was the second capital to be destroyed since the founding of the Alliance, and the third royal city to fall among the seven kingdoms of mankind.

The news spread throughout the league in a single day.

The people of almost every surviving country are in danger.

Of the remaining nations, only Dalaran and Silvermoon City have the strongest magical defenses, and they may be able to withstand the dragon's devastating attacks. But the rest is hanging. Not to mention small countries like Kurtilas and Gilnes, even Lordaeron doesn't dare to pack a ticket and will definitely be able to carry it.

For a time, the urgency to save the Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa reached an unprecedented peak.

Every league boss is waiting for the results of Lordaeron's spy squadron.

The result made all the alliance bigwigs scared.

Forty-eight human corpses, impaled through the body by a massive stake, were nailed to the clearing beyond the walls of Soradin. Looking at these human remains dressed in epic leather armor, most of the defenders on the wall didn't know what to do.

Only His Majesty Terenus Minehir was so angry that he plucked out a few handfuls of his beard.

Lordaeron's raid failed, a complete failure.

The high-ranking thieves sent by Terenus were killed one by one, and not even a single fish escaped the net to report the news.

This is the most brutal slap in the face to Lordaeron.

For a while, Duke's action of saving himself and saving the Red Dragon Queen attracted the attention of all the alliance bosses.

An uneasy mood gripped the Council of Six.

In the Aerial Council Chamber, there were no walls around them, and a large number of clouds and mist surrounded these high-level magicians with varying light and darkness, and they were constantly flowing and changing rapidly, and when they looked at it, it seemed that even time became faster. Only the dull grey marble floor, shimmered with diamond-shaped symbols symbolizing the four elements, gives the scene some authenticity.

At this moment, the most fierce controversy broke out in the parliament, and these councillors, who usually behave elegantly and are all scholars, are more noisy than the aunts in the vegetable market.

"Support Duke Marcus, I have no problem with that, I have to admit that he is a great guy who can do miracles. But why is the person he named Luo Ning. (To be continued.) )