I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

After hearing this, Alvin felt speechless.

He recalled thinking about this question when he was playing games: The old hen at home usually only lays one egg a day. Even if the red dragon is very fertile, will it put a burden on the body if it has nothing to do and lays eggs all day long?

He looked at the Red Dragon Queen and found that her body was very weak. Obviously, this high-intensity egg-laying had caused great damage to her body.

Alvin decided to ask a few questions to find out more.

"Will the red dragon attack us? Will she die from this intense egg-laying?"

"As long as the queen is under our control, the red dragon will not attack us." Nekros replied with a sneer, "As for her life, she will not die as long as we need her. We have a way to keep her laying eggs until we no longer need her."

At this moment, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly spoke in human language, her voice filled with anger: "You despicable orcs, one day you will pay the price for your actions!"

Nikelus laughed out loud, obviously it was not the first time he heard the queen curse.

"Go ahead! You have plenty of time to scold me! But I suggest you save your energy for something more serious, like laying eggs!"

As the orc spoke, he raised the golden disc, and the light emitted from the disc shone on the dragon, causing her great pain and causing her huge body to tremble.

Nekros seemed to enjoy torturing the red dragon.

"You will serve the tribe as its arsenal forever. Your fate is sealed. Accept it!"

The Red Dragon Queen let out a shrill wail, her voice filled with endless despair.

Alvin felt very uncomfortable watching Akali Tasha's mother suffer.

Now there is only one step left to complete the task, but how to complete this step is indeed as difficult as climbing to the sky.

At this moment, there was a sudden noisy sound outside, as if there was chaos somewhere in the city.

Nekros frowned and immediately called the guards over, his voice filled with anxiety: "What's going on?"

A guard came hurriedly, his face full of tension.

The orc's movements seemed a little flustered, and there was uneasiness in his cloudy eyes.

The orc guard stepped forward and stammered, "A group of Alliance soldiers are attacking!"

After hearing this, Nikelus's face changed suddenly.

He grabbed the guard's collar fiercely, pulled the guard's face very close to him, and roared, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could the Alliance break in? What are the soldiers guarding the gate doing?"

The poor orc guard was strangled to the point of being almost unable to breathe, and his face was sprayed with Nekros' saliva.

His face flushed red as he answered with difficulty: "They didn't come in through the main gate... They seemed to have come out from underground... We don't know how they got in... Our brothers are providing support now."

After hearing this, Nikelus felt his scalp tingling and panic in his heart.

He released the guard's neck and turned to look at Alvin, hoping to get his advice.

Alvin said at the right moment, "I also saw a large number of Alliance soldiers gathering in the west when I came here. I'm afraid that only a part of them have attacked so far. The main force may arrive soon."

He sneered and said sarcastically, "Didn't you say your fortress was impregnable? How could it be breached so easily?"

Nikelus snorted coldly, not wanting to argue with Alvin about this issue.

He quickly thought about the countermeasures and finally ordered: "Okay, it seems that this is the guidance of the ancestors!"

"Everyone, prepare to leave Grim Batol! Pass the order, pack up your things, and take away all the dragon eggs and dragons!"

"General, where are we going?" The orc guard was released and took a few deep breaths.

"Idiot! Blackrock Mountain, of course! Go to Blackhand! Come on, you idiot, pass the word!"

Nikelus said impatiently, kicking the guard on the butt, sending the unfortunate guard falling over.

The orc screamed, but didn't dare to look back. He quickly got up from the ground and ran away.

He turned to look at Alvin, bowed his head and pleaded, "Honorable Sun Serpent Ambassador, I would like you to assist my soldiers in dealing with those elite teams of the Alliance."

Alvin had an idea. He suspected that Solanlian and Samuel had arrived, and he could go and pick them up, so he readily agreed.

"No problem. I will go to support your troops and I will make sure the Alliance never returns."

Nikelus nodded and immediately prepared for the transfer.

The guards also became busy, passing orders everywhere, and the whole Grim Batol fell into a tense atmosphere.

Just as Alvin guessed, the people who came were Solanlian and his group.

Led by the Dark Iron Dwarf Daggart, they advanced through the underground mines, completely avoiding the aerial raids of the Dragon Roar Orc Dragon Riders, and appeared directly in the underground mines within the city of Grim Batol.

When the Dark Iron dwarves attacked the Wildhammer dwarves stationed in Grim Batol, one of their attack routes was underground.

Later, Grim Batol was polluted, the Wildhammer dwarves simply abandoned the city, and no one cared about this passage.

After the Dragon Roar Orcs occupied this place, they never went down into the mine and had no idea that the mine was connected to the outside world.

Solanlian and others were marching quickly in the tunnel, which was damp and hot. The elves had never suffered such torture in their lives. Thinking of Alvin who left without saying goodbye and whose life or death was unknown, they were filled with anger.

Brother Samuel originally wanted everyone to advance secretly, but the extravagant Daggett soon exposed his whereabouts and was discovered by the orc patrol guards.

Solanlian simply launched an attack on the orcs, and Samuel had no choice but to order everyone to attack.

This caught the orcs off guard.

The space inside the castle is small, and the dragon cannot move freely here. The orcs cannot necessarily be a match for these battle-hardened Alliance warriors just by relying on their physical strength.

What's more, the Alliance also has a Paladin and a Mage.

Under the spells cast by Solanlian as if to vent her anger, the orcs suffered heavy losses and were beaten to tears.

Solanlian's spells poured down like a rainstorm, with fireballs and ice arrows flying alternately, hitting the orcs and making deafening explosions.

The orcs fled in all directions in the narrow passage, but there was nowhere to escape.

Brother Samuel held high the Shield of Holy Light and led the soldiers to charge. The power of Holy Light was particularly dazzling in the narrow space.

Even the Dark Iron Dwarf Daggett borrowed a warhammer from Samuel.

The dwarves, brandishing their war hammers, charged forward, as if to wash away the stain of their desertion, and launched a deadly surprise attack on the orcs.

He smashed an orc's knee with a hammer, and the orc screamed and fell down. Daggett took the opportunity to hit the orc's head hard, making a dull thud.

Although his movements were rough, each blow was full of power.

Under his leadership, the morale of the alliance soldiers was high and they launched fierce attacks.

Although the orcs were strong, they were stunned by the sudden attack and had no idea how many enemies there were or where they came from.

They were suppressed by the Alliance soldiers and retreated step by step, suffering heavy casualties.

To make matters worse, most of the orcs in the city had already received orders to abandon the castle, so there was no one to support them.

While casting spells, Solanlian anxiously searched for Alvin's trace.

She believed that Alvin must still be alive, and as long as they kept moving forward, they would find him.