After entering the Dulu basin, the more you go inside, the more desolate the environment becomes. Because of the terrain, the place is as hot as a stove, making the air slightly distorted.

    No vegetation can be seen on the surface. The uninhabited mountain path passes through the jagged sharp stones. Only withered grass and dry trees grow out of the cracks in the rock wall.

    Surrounded by cliffs, the entrance of the basin is very narrow, allowing only two people to go side by side. From a strategic point of view, it is quite suitable for building a fortress. It is a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

    "Hurry up, slave!" came a loud scold from behind.

    Gore felt flustered by the heat and his legs were so sore that he could hardly move. He was an adventurer of the northern countries - a mercenary and, of course, sometimes a robber.

    He and his companions saw the mission released by the Principality of Rhine and were ready to take a chance in the south. As a result, they were caught on the way. Up to now, they haven''t eaten anything. They were driven here nonstop. Perhaps only the gods in the sky know when it will end.

    "Fuck it."

    Gore murmured, looking at several companions kidnapped with him, struggling to take two steps forward: "these orcs deserve to die."

    Looking back on the previous experience, they still felt bad. They spent a day crossing moster Grand Canyon and arrived at mangye. Seeing that the sky was dark, they were ready to take a night off near the water source. As a result, they closed their eyes one second ago and were surrounded by orcs carrying stone weapons the next moment.

    Ordinary soldiers are naturally weak in the face of orcs. Besides, there is a big soldier in the other party, so these robbers caught them without much effort and rushed here without saying a word.

    "My Lord, I think you must have made a mistake."

    Gore turned his head and forced out a smile. He thought it must be ugly in the eyes of his companions: "I have nothing to do with the orcs in my life. I swear by my glory --"

    "Shut up!"

    The orcs in the rear didn''t respond at all. Only the lower part of their body was wrapped in ragged fur: "hurry up!"

    "Shit, this savage shit!"

    Gore cursed in his heart. He raised his voice and tried to cover up the trembling in his voice: "we are the people of Archduke bereshi Ryan of the northern countries and are protected by the Principality of Rhine!"

    Orcs are also an intelligent race. Maybe the names of the northern countries will make them afraid. This is the only way. Trying to break out of the siege is tantamount to digging their own graves. Those poor people who can no longer speak told gore the end of resistance.

    "Bang."

    He was kicked to the ground by the orc, then grabbed his hair and stood up again: "go!"

    Gore did not speak as like as two peas. They were just like the old mercenaries, and they were smelly and hard as the stones in the Mao Mao. They would never say such words, they would take him to the place, perhaps only the gods in heaven knew.

    However, as his mood stabilized, Gore also felt relieved. Since the orcs did not kill everyone and take their things on the spot, it means that they must have another purpose. Maybe they just want to kidnap them for a sum of money - most orcs like this very much. Fortunately, they have several friends in the Principality of Rhine and should be able to pay the ransom.

    But Gore is not sure whether he can hold on until then. The damn weather is getting hotter and hotter, which makes people sweat and even feel dizzy.

    While Gore was begging for salvation from the gods in the sky, the orcs also reached their destination. They no longer drove them forward, stood in place and waited silently.

    "What are they going to do?"

    Gore looked back at the standing orcs. The sun made the muscles on their chests and shoulders glitter. He felt that a fire was about to break out in his throat, and his hoarse voice wanted to beg for saliva: "Sir, please..."

    A strong wind blew and a shadow enveloped him.

    The roaring wind made Gore feel cool, and the shadow of shading the sun was even more precious. He looked back to see what had given the poor man a trace of pity in despair.

    Then Gore was deeply shocked.

    It was a dark horror beast with four sharp horns on its head, tusks protruding from its mouth, and jagged thorns with metal texture on its body. Its huge wings gradually closed in Gore''s sight, and its strong tail hung behind.

    It was staring at the mercenaries pressed on the ground by the orcs, and its vertical Topaz pupils were chilling.

    "Is this... Dragon?"

    Gore was stunned. His appearance was not much different from that of the black dragon, but where could such a strong black dragon come from? It''s even better than the sense of power given by the red dragon.

    He found that his companions were as shocked as himself. No one knew that there was such a big strange black dragon in mangye! There has never been any news about this dragon in the northern countries!

    Did those adventurers and military scouts grow up eating shit? A bunch of waste!

    Gore first scolded in his heart, and then immediately became restless. No wonder these orcs wanted to bring them here. Did they want to feed the black dragon?

    While Gore was thinking about how to escape from his life, he heard the black dragon speak.

    "Human? Where did you catch it?"

    "The fringe is full of mercenaries."

    "Very good."

    The black dragon talked with the orc who escorted him. The conversation was very short. It ended in no more than 20 words. Gore nodded when he saw the black dragon and walked to one side.

    Wait, that''s it? What do these evil races want?

    Gore didn''t know why. Looking at the silent black dragon, he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn''t speak. He wanted to shout, but his voice was pressed to death in his throat.

    Then the black dragon and the orcs did nothing. They just looked at them silently, silently watching and waiting. Silent fear constantly eroded Gore''s reason, making him want to die immediately.

    As time goes on, the sun gets hotter and hotter.

    The burning sunlight has made people unable to open their eyes. Gore feels very sore all over. He sweats all over. The hollow light armor is sticky, and heavy shadows are beginning to appear in front of him.

    I don''t know how long later, in a trance, Gore felt that he had returned to the northern countries, saw the huge statue in the center of the capital of the Principality of Rhine, and the noble carriage sped by

    "Enough."

    Vaguely, he heard the voice of the black dragon giving orders: "try that."

    Try what?

    Gore felt that someone pinched his mouth and forcibly broke his mouth. The hard stone bowl knocked his teeth painful. The next moment, the sweet liquid was poured into his throat.

    Is it water?

    The dead body was moistened again, and the viscera seemed to be replenished. Fifteen minutes later, Gore woke up from his illusion and trance, and his thirst was not so strong.

    His eyes regained focus and found several orcs standing beside him, and those kidnapped companions kneeling with him.

    Gore subconsciously licked his lips, but he didn''t know whether there was an illusion. What the orcs gave him was like midsummer nectar, cool and with a touch of sweetness, it was memorable.

    "Useful."

    He heard the black dragon say, "OK, get rid of it."

    Before Gore could express his gratitude, he heard the last voice in his life.