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That is the main castle in the city center.

Pfister immediately waved his hand and led the team there.

When approaching the stone castle, Chromie suddenly stood still and wrinkled Xiaoqiong's nose: "Wait, something is wrong here! I smell a strong smell of blood, and the smell of dragon people..."

Without her reminding, Pfister has sensed the hidden enemy.

The shape of these monsters is very strange.

The torso is humanoid in shape, and the limbs are reptilian.

The appearance is between the two, and they are generally called dragon people or dragon beasts.

The dragon people in front of them have red and black skin.

Obviously belonged to the minion of the black dragon.

There are nearly [-] dragon people, and the two leaders have reached the master level.

Tactical literacy is also quite good.

Divide into two formations for melee and long range.

There is a tendency to fight corners, watching and helping each other.

If Pfister was not present, Luo Ning and others might not be able to handle it.

But having him is another matter.

Now Pfister directly hits two magic balls.

Accurately kill the enemy leader.

Afterwards, the whole life gave orders, and everyone rushed forward.

In an instant, the Dragonman's ambush was defeated.

Shengsheng turned a balance of power situation into a crushing situation.

The team members lay down hard.

Now everyone worked together to kill the last dragonman.

Vereesa glanced at his corpse with disgust and said, "What are these ugly guys? They look too strange."

Pfister smiled lightly: "It's hard to say which race, but they used to be humanoid creatures, such as humans, elves, or dwarves. They just accepted the blood and flesh essence of the dragon race and became like this..."

Vereesa gasped when she heard that.

Others also burst into an uproar.

"Dragon's reproductive ability is limited, there is no population left, and they need helpers. That's what they do." Pfister continued to explain, and then changed the subject, "Of course, this change is not without benefits. Becoming a dragon can gain more benefits. Stronger strength, longer lifespan."

As soon as these words came out, most people fell into silence.

As a mercenary, the pursuit of interests has been deeply rooted in his bones.

I'm afraid they are also asking themselves, in the face of this temptation, will they give in?

Then Pfister told everyone to be vigilant, and gave the order to enter the main castle.

Along the way, they discovered many brand new damages.

Also accompanied by a large amount of blood remains.

Apparently there had been fighting, and it was very recent.

Judging from the damage caused, the scale should not be too large.

The fighting intensity is not high, and the orcs should still retain most of their organizational systems.

However, his views were quickly overturned.

Soon everyone arrived at a hall, and saw that it was no different from a slaughterhouse.

Dead bodies scattered all over the place.

All the dead were orcs, men, women, and children.

There are at least 1000 people, and the hall is full.

Obviously massacred.

It can be seen that the reason why the damage is not serious is not that the fighting intensity is low, but that the strength gap between the two sides is too large.

Even though they belonged to the hostile camp, Pfister and the others still couldn't bear to read such a miserable scene.

Among them, Vereesa is the most unbearable.

He turned his head and retched.

As the leader, Pfister had to lead by example and immediately stepped forward to check the situation.

In front of the pile of corpses, he found the body of the orc leader who had died.

The shape of this person is roughly consistent with the image of the wanted warrant, and it should be the representative figure of the Dragonmaw clan, Necrus.

Its attire is no different from that of the chief.

Obviously already in control of the clan.

I don't know what happened to the former chief Zulushid, whether he was driven away or removed.

While Pfister was thinking about it, Chromie seemed to have noticed something, and ran towards the back door in three steps at a time.

It quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Pfister's keen spiritual sense did not detect any danger.

Therefore, he simply told everyone a few words, then cast Blink, and followed.

Chromie does not travel through time and space, but moves through physical means.

Pfister quickly caught up with her.

Then Chromie took the lead and led the way, leading him to a semi-open pet enclosure on the top of the mountain.

Not surprisingly, this is where the dwarves raised griffins back then.