Alextasa had not replied yet, a thin figure emerged at the dark grass at the end of the bonfire.

"Ha! You damn orcs, let go of the noble Red Dragon Queen, otherwise I will never spare you!"

There is no one who dares to speak such shameful lines except Alsace, a little boy who also has the dream of a knight.

According to his unscrupulous teacher, it is interesting to unlock new positions, such as an interesting activity that requires one to do it yourself. It is too flavorful to let dozens of green-skinned orcs play "Queen's Incarceration and Training" play "Queen of Queen's Incarceration".

Of course, more importantly, Chu Ci doesn't want to waste time here.

Arthas clearly remembered what Chu Ci said before jumping out.

"Young man, I have added a bu to you with the 'God descending to earth', go up bravely! Fight the despicable orcs and save the beautiful Queen!"

Chu Ci patted Alsace on the shoulder and cheered for Alsace in the tone of the old man's encouragement of the warriors.

"Hmm? A weak human cub?" Necruise was startled at first, almost thinking that it was an adventurer who was wandering the northern continent, lame and wanted to escape.

But as soon as Arthas walked into the bonfire, the lame warlock immediately calmed down and laughed strangely: "A human cub who is still consuming breasts dares to fight against powerful orcs."

"Come on me, catch him, the Dragon Throat Clan is about to rise, this human being is the sacrifice!"

Two orcs, the smallest but stronger than adult men, rushed out quickly, one on the left and the other on the right, and were as fast as a cheetah.

Necros turned around and prepared to continue threatening the Red Dragon Queen, but before he could speak, the tribesmen suddenly burst into anger.

"What's going on?" Necros turned around impatiently, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The silver-bright sword edge slowly pulled out from the orc's body, and the dark green blood rolled on the smooth sword blade and splashed on the grass.

Another orc had already fallen to the ground, and a pool of dark blood was winding out from under the corpse.

"Damn human!" Necros's old eyes were dizzy, but other orcs did not. The white luster flashed through Alsace's body made the orcs angry.

"Let me do it, I'm going to pull your neck off alive!" The strong orc with burns on his face came out of the crowd, his muscles were strong, and the giant axe in his hand was whimpering, and each foot stepped three centimeters deep footprints in the soil.

The strong orc had just shouted, and Alsace stepped on the ground with a sudden kick, and the soft soil flew to two meters high, and suddenly disappeared from the spot!

No, it was not disappearing, but rushed over as soon as he exerted force on his legs!

His speed was extremely fast, and the strong orc felt a flash of tears before his eyes, and then a chill came from his chest, accompanied by a slight tearing pain.

When he saw Arthas clearly, a stream of blood had already surged out of his chest, and Arthas, who drew his sword, kicked him in the bend of his legs without any mercy, lowered his upper body, and disappeared from his vision again.

"laugh!"

The second sword appeared on the neck of the strong orc who was unbalanced and leaning back, accurately cutting off his trachea and spinal nerves, almost cutting off his entire head.

Arthas' attack speed was so fast, because he knew that once the warlock took action, it would be troublesome next.

The orcs cut straight into the orcs' group with fine steps. The orcs who were the first to be hit were shocked, but just as he was about to wield the axe blade attack, Alsace had already turned around and pounced in front of another orc who was unprepared.

At the critical moment of life and death, the orc also burst into a fierce look. The long-handled steel hammer in his hand was thrown out by him and he held Arthas with both hands.

At this time, the first orc also took action. He waved the axe blade in his hand, and his fat body suddenly jumped high and slashed directly from the air.

Being attacked from front to back, even if Arthas can avoid the orc's bear hug, he will definitely be hit by the axe blade.

Therefore, before the axe blade had completely fallen, a fierce sneer appeared on the ugly green orc's face.

Seeing the arms that were enough to break the neck of the war horse, Alsace's pupils contracted slightly, and his body twisted suddenly during the rushing forward, lifted his foot and stomped on the orc's knees. The second foot stepped on his face without hesitation, and he rose up and flew and rotated. He was as if he had hit the swinged axe blade sideways, but at the most dangerous moment, the long sword was handed out, hitting the axe blade, and flew sideways with the force, and then sent it straight, piercing through the other orc's sky spirit cover from top to bottom.

Arthas's swordsmanship is open and yet spiritual, and his body movements are even more bizarre and light. Three months of exercise have allowed him to have a perfect combination of practice and practice. If he weren't too young, he would probably have been able to kill the remaining dragon-throated orcs by his own strength.

Necross has taken action, and the successive "corrosion" and "impermanence of pain" were eliminated by the armored soul with angel wings on Arthas. He could only use the most evil summoning technique to open a portal with limited energy limits and summon alien creatures from outside the plane.

"Hellhound!"

As soon as the evil creature with dark flames stepped into the plane, its limbs began to rot and wither, as if all life was polluted or swallowed.

"You dare to contact evil powers of the Burning Legion!" The Red Dragon Queen let out a low roar, her eyes full of anger and murderous intent.

The emergence of the Hellhound did not reverse the situation. As long as the "God descended to earth" is present, Arthas completely ignores magic damage and evil energy impact, and with the clumsy fighting skills of the Dragon Roar Orc, he is no match for Arthas at all.

"Die me!" Arthas waved his long sword, and the silver light suddenly burst out. An ugly and old head flew into the air, drew a simple curve, rolling into the dense grass. His unwilling eyes gradually dimmed and no longer shone.

"Dear Red Dragon Queen, I have killed the mean orc who offended you." Alsace gasped slightly with his sword, pulled out the dragon eggs from the pile of corpses, and sent them to Alextsa's huge dragon head to greet and salute.

"Young human, you are doing well. Fel is not allowed to appear in Azeroth, and the evil tentacles of the Burning Legion should not be active in this soil." Alextasa lay on the ground in a slap and asked for help from Alsatian, "Human, take away the demon soul, I need some time to adjust my strength."

"Yes." Arthas was as she wished.

How could the demon soul of more than 400 kilograms be moved by a six-year-old boy? But if Alsace uses brute force to move, he will definitely be laughed at by Chu Ci to laugh at him. So the little prince took a clue and used the long sword as support to pry up the demon soul placed on Alextasa's back, standing on the smooth dragon's back, the black disc gently pushed it, immediately rolling down the dragon's body and falling to the side.
Chapter completed!