Diego watched the black dragon spread his wings from the cracks in the canopy of the dense red willows and marsh pines, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Their evacuation was timely, and the black dragon who rushed to hear the sound pounced.
Even if it wasn't Onexia herself, it was still not something they could deal with, and in fact, some of her men, such as Ebotstaff, the old dragon should not be underestimated.
He looked back and saw that Dezko and Masrae were healing the wounded soldiers, their injuries weren't serious—most of the ones that were seriously injured didn't make it to the end of the battle—and after receiving their spell treatments, they were all going about their business.
After some rest, the next day they did not stop, but continued on to the south.
Diego was not worried that the large army behind him would lose their bearings, because every day at noon, when the fog was lightest, he would liaise with the Hammer Dwarves who arrived on griffons, relay information, and receive new orders.
The further south you go, however, the situation begins to change.
Probably because of the previous attack, the dragons were on higher alert, and patrols of the dragonmen could be seen from time to time.
For the sake of concealment, the coalition forces no longer dared to act during the day, but instead hid in the woods during the day to rest and hurried at night.
But this approach later became unrealistic, as the closer you got to the dragon's nest, the more sparse the trees became, and Onique ∟↑, Thea burned everything around her lair to ashes, and even the trees that were not burned to ashes became bare rods of light, unable to provide them with shelter at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the fog characteristic of the Dust Swamp, they would have been exposed.
"We have to make a change!"
Looking at a small group of dragonman patrols walking outside the woods, Diego said in a deep voice.
He looked back at the soldiers—humans, orcs, and minotaurs—"If you keep going like this."
Too easy to be discovered. ” "What then?
We've come here, and it's impossible for us to retreat.
Bloodspear retorted.
The orc's simple and unpretentious view of honor made him unable to tolerate giving up before he met Onexia.
"Of course not, I mean, we'd better figure out where the dragon's nest is first, rather than everyone just walking blindly with a group, then we won't be able to go far and we'll be sprayed to death by the black dragon."
Diego said.
Looking at the foggy patch in the distance, he didn't dare to determine where the dragon's nest was, because at a glance, he couldn't see any references.
The others were silent, and they had to admit that this was the biggest problem.
There's no way they're going to push through the dragonmen's defenses with this little force.
Once discovered and entangled by the dragons, what awaits them is a dead end.
"Maybe we should stop and wait for the big army to come up."
Dezko said solemnly.
"That would be tantamount to admitting defeat," Nazaire?
Bloodspear said dissatisfiedly, he looked at the "scheming" human in his mind, "Diego will definitely have a way." ” For the first time, Diego realized that he had such a high opinion in the eyes of this orc, and he groaned for a moment and said, "We can send a small team."
Let's determine the location of the dragon's nest first, if the number of people is small, the chance of being found is low. ” "Is it possible?"
Masrae asked in a low voice.
"I don't know."
Diego said honestly, to be honest.
Even he didn't have a score in his own heart.
Several of them hesitated, but just then, a sudden arrival of the Hammer Courier helped them make a decision.
As the latest order from Theramore says.
They must find Onexia's lair in the shortest possible time to guide the way for the large forces behind.
Judging by the eager tone of the command.
Something should have changed in the rear - unfavorable to the situation.
"Well, now the problem is solved.
The only thing we have to do is select the people for this squad.
Diego said, waving his hand on the parchment of the command.
"Count me in!
Challenging a powerful enemy and defeating him is the best way to prove the courage of an orc!
The orc raised his hand without hesitation.
Judging by his expression, if anyone tries to dissuade him, they must talk to his spear first.
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"And me!"
The Night Elf continued, confidence written all over his face - who better to do this kind of deep penetration than a druid who could stealthily do it?
"Well, I guess the Minotaur isn't the right person to be a scout."
Diego looked at Dezko's massive body and said, "I'm sorry, Dezko, your footsteps can be heard for miles. ” "You don't want to leave me, you know, we are going to kill a dragon, and you can't deprive me of this glory."
The Minotaur said angrily, "If you think I'm big, I can even crawl there." ” He bent down and tore two pieces of soft leather from his leather cloak and wrapped them around his hoofed feet: "And I can be quieter than a cat walking through a blanket." ” "This cat is a bit bigger, and for a dragon flying in the air, you can have a bigger goal if you crawl on the ground."
Diego sneered in his heart.
Looking at the Minotaur's clenched fists, he felt for the first time that he was very bad at dissuading others.
"Okay then, it can only be the four of us, no more than one person."
Diego reluctantly gave in, "Arrange our respective teams, we have to set off as soon as possible." ” It took them half an hour to arrange the next move of the coalition forces and make preparations for the launch.
In fact, there was nothing to prepare, except for the necessary weapons and equipment, they only brought enough water and dry food, and it is foreseeable that in the coming days, they will not have a safe enough place to make a fire and cook, and they will have to eat these things.
Actually, they spent the half hour watching Nazaire more?
How the Blood Spear refused the orc soldiers' request for war - these reckless orcs quit as soon as they heard that their commander was going to slay the dragon alone, for them who longed for glory, such a golden opportunity would go even if they died.
Nazaire had to knock over some of the most ferocious orcs one by one before he stopped.
Listening to the rattling of the beatings, the eyes of the human soldiers twitched and opened their eyes, but the minotaur soldiers seemed to have become accustomed to their orc allies and did not make a fuss.
After pressing ~ and making all kinds of dissatisfaction, the bloody spear with a blue nose and swollen face followed his teammates on the journey.
But it didn't go well, for that very afternoon they left the forest and went into the wilderness.
Sheltered by the remains of trees, rocks, and undulating terrain, they were always able to avoid patrolling dragonman soldiers, but when dragons flew overhead, they had to immerse themselves in the swamp.
The black dragon had burned the trees to the ground, but it was unable to burn the swamp dry, and the filthy mud ponds provided them with plenty of shelter.
However, once, when they saw the black dragon in the distance, they found that they happened to be in a dry highland, which startled several people into a cold sweat.
In the end, it was Masrae who buried them all in the dirt and ashes, and then escaped by sneaking himself.
"I think I'm the first orc to be buried before I die."
Looking at the back of the black dragon in the distance, the disgraced Nazaire grumbled dissatisfiedly.
"Come on, man, at least you have a reed tube in your mouth."
Diego slapped the dust off his body and mocked, "If you die, you don't really need that thing."
Fortunately, the terrain here is not rough and difficult, and they can focus their main efforts on not being noticed.
However, after making his way through the wilderness, Diego noticed that the sky had changed in their favor.
Because of the ash from the burning of trees, the smog in this area is unprecedentedly thick, and the air is filled with a strong smell of sulfur.
Even during the daytime, you can't see in the distance.
It's simply the best cover for the infiltrators.
Diego knew they were getting closer to their destination.
(To be continued.) )