After entering the Trudeau Basin, the more you go, the more desolate the environment becomes. Due to the terrain, the place is as hot as a stove, causing the air to be slightly distorted.

There is no vegetation on the surface. The uninhabited mountain path passes through the sharp rocks with intertwined teeth. Only dead grass and dry trees grow out of the cracks in the rock wall.

Surrounded by cliffs, the entrance to the basin is extremely narrow, allowing only two people to go hand in hand. From a strategic perspective, it is quite suitable for building a fortress, and it is a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"Go quickly, slave!" A loud scolding came from behind.

Gore felt so hot that he was sore and his legs were almost unable to move. He was an adventurer in the northern countries - a mercenary, and of course sometimes a robber.

He and his companions saw the mission issued by the Principal of Rhine and were ready to come to the south to try their luck, but they were caught halfway through. Until now, they had no food to eat and were driven here without stopping. Perhaps only the gods in the sky knew when the end would be.

"Fuck it."

Gore murmured, looking at the companions who were kidnapped with him, and struggling to walk forward two steps: "These orcs deserve to die."

Looking back on what happened before, it was still very uncomfortable. They spent a day passing through Mostel Grand Canyon and arrived in Mangye. Seeing that the sky was dark, they were ready to rest in a place near the water source for a night. As a result, they just closed their eyes a second ago, and the next moment they were surrounded by orcs carrying stone weapons.

Ordinary warriors are born weak when facing orcs, not to mention that there is a big warrior on the other side, so these robbers caught them without much effort and rushed here without saying a word.

"Sir, I think you must have made a mistake."

Gore turned his head and forced a smile out, thinking that it must be ugly in his companions' eyes: "I have no connection with orcs in my life, I swear with my glory-"

"Shut up!"

The orcs behind did not react at all, and only had their lower body wrapped in tattered fur: "Go quickly!"

"Damn, this savage shit!"

Gore cursed in his heart, and he raised his voice and tried to hide the trembling in his voice: "We are the leaders of Grand Duke Berish Ryan of the northern countries, protected by the Principality of Rhine!"

Orcs are also wise races. Perhaps the names of the northern countries will make them afraid. This is the only way. Trying to break through the siege is like digging a grave. Those poor people who can no longer speak told Gore the outcome of the resistance.

"Bang."

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

Gore stopped talking, and these orcs were exactly the same as those old mercenaries, smelly and hard like stones in the pit. They would always say these few words. Perhaps only the gods in heaven knew where they wanted to take him.

However, as the emotions stabilized, Gore felt at ease. Since the orcs did not kill everyone on the spot and snatch their things, it means that they must have another purpose. Maybe they just want to kidnap them and exchange for some money - most orcs like to do this, but fortunately they have a few friends in the Principality of Rhine, and they should be able to afford the ransom.

But what Gore is not sure about is whether he can hold on until that time. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, making people sweat and even feel dizzy.

Just as Gore begged for redemption from the gods in the sky, the orcs also arrived at their destination and stopped urging them to continue moving forward, standing in place, waiting silently.

"What are they going to do?"

Gore turned around and looked at the standing orcs. The sunlight made the muscles on their chests and shoulders shine. He felt that the fire was about to catch fire in his throat. He was hoarse and wanted to ask for saliva: "Sir, please..."

A strong wind blew, and a shadow enveloped him.

The howling wind made Gore feel cool, and the shadows that blocked the sunlight were even more precious. He turned around and wanted to see what gave the poor man a little pity in his despair.

Immediately afterwards, Gore fell into deep shock.

This is a terrifying beast with black body, with four sharp horns on its head, bulging fangs, and rugged thorns with metal texture. The huge wings gradually gathered in Gore's sight, and his thick and powerful tail hung behind him.

It was staring at the mercenary who was pressed to the ground by orcs, and its vertical topaz pupils were chilling.

"Is this... dragon?"

Gore was stunned. Its appearance looks not much different from the black dragon, but where did it come from such a strong black dragon? It is even better than the red dragon.

He found that his companions were as shocked as him. There was such a big weird black dragon in the wilderness, and no one knew about it! No news about this dragon had ever been circulated in the northern countries!

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

Gore first cursed in his heart, and then immediately became restless. No wonder these orcs wanted to bring them here. Could it be that they wanted to feed them to the Black Dragon?

Just as Gore was thinking about how to escape from the sky, he heard the black dragon speak.

"Humans? Where did they catch them?"

"The marginal areas are all mercenaries."

"very good."

The black dragon talked to the great warrior orc who was escorting him. The conversation was very brief, and it ended in no more than twenty words. Gore saw the black dragon nodding and walked aside.

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

Gore was unclear, and looked at the silent black dragon. He wanted to ask for forgiveness, but couldn't speak. He wanted to shout, but his voice was pressed to death in his throat.

Next, the black dragon and the orcs did nothing, just stared at them quietly, staring silently, waiting quietly, and silent fear continued to erode Gore's reason, making him want to die immediately.

As time goes by, the sun becomes more and more intense and the temperature becomes higher and higher.

The burning sunlight was so irritating that people couldn't open their eyes. Gore felt extremely sore all over his body. He was sweating all over, his hollow light armor was so sticky that it began to appear in front of him.

I don’t know how long it took, but in a trance, Gore felt that he had returned to the northern countries and saw a huge statue in the center of the capital of the Principal of Rhine, and the noble carriages were galloping past him...

"Enough."

He faintly heard the black dragon's voice saying: "Try that."

What to try?

Gore felt someone pinch his mouth and forced his mouth to open it. The hard stone bowl made his teeth hurt. The next moment, the sweet liquid was poured into his throat.

Is it water?

The dead body was moistened again, and the internal organs of the body seemed to be replenished. Fifteen minutes later, Gore woke up from his hallucination and felt less thirsty.

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

Gore subconsciously licked his lips, not knowing if there was an illusion. The orcs gave him a drink of midsummer nectar, which was refreshing and sweet, which made people feel endless aftertaste.

"it works."

He heard the black dragon say, "It's OK, let's deal with it."

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