Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

The sword blade was in front of him in a blink of an eye. The orc boy was not afraid at all. He stared at the human man with twisted features in front of him and remembered this ugly appearance firmly in his heart.

After death, if he was lucky enough to become an undead, he would definitely come for revenge.

"Swish!"

"Dang!!!"

When the sword blade was about to split him in half, a sound of breaking air came to his ears, followed by a spark explosion. The man holding the broadsword took a half step back, and his palm holding the broadsword was a little numb.

"Damn, what the hell?!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a crudely made stone spear quietly inserted to the side.

The spear head had been broken into pieces of stone in the collision just now, scattered around.

"Boy, do you need help?"

A voice that did not belong to anyone present sounded, a little old and hoarse, but extremely firm and heavy, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure standing at the top of the sand dune. The bright moon was shining behind him, as if a true god had descended.

The bearded man who was so arrogant just now swallowed his saliva.

A subordinate next to him suddenly whispered: "It looks like an old dog-headed man."

"Old dog-headed man?" The bearded man was stunned. He looked carefully and found that it was just an old dog-headed man with a hunched body.

"Fuck! You scared me." The bearded man wiped the cold sweat from his head, pointed his broadsword at the figure on the top of the sand dune and cursed: "Catch this old dog-headed man pretending to be a ghost, I want to kill him with my own hands!"

At this time, Caesar also saw clearly that the newcomer was just a dog-headed man. For this race that was weaker than their green-skinned orcs, he did not think that they would be the opponent of these humans, so he shouted: "Run!!!"

The next moment, he stopped shouting and stood there in a daze.

The body of the hunched old dog-headed man swelled up, and with a sound of teeth-grinding, he turned into a... half-dragon dog-headed man.

The golden vertical pupil locked on Caesar's face. At this moment, the orc boy seemed to see the great martyrs recorded in the ancient orc legends.

Grandpa once told him that they, the orcs, were not so weak at the beginning. At that time, they were heroes who dared to kill gods!

"Fuck! It's a dragonborn!" A human shouted halfway through the charge.

"Don't panic! It's just a dragonborn dog-headed man. Let's go together and kill him!" The bearded man licked his lips. The corpse of the dragonborn is also a good magic material. Taking it back will be a considerable income.

But at this time, a pair of golden pupils emerged from behind the hill.

One, two, three...

Until the hill was full of dog-headed men, their constantly swinging dragon tails and the pieces of black scales covering their bodies all proved their identities.

A group of dragonborn dog-headed men.

The bearded man finally panicked a little. He turned his head tremblingly and wanted to run, but found that a group of dragonborn dog-headed men also appeared behind him at some point.

At least hundreds of dragon-born dog-headed people surrounded them.

"Fuck!" He only had time to curse, and these dog-headed people rushed up after a wolf howl, and fought with them with their sharp claws and sharp teeth.

Some people wanted to run, but the dog-headed people chased them at a speed they could not imagine, and pounced on them and bit them bloodily.

Even the solid armor was bitten with teeth marks, and the helmet was torn off.

Under the huge number of dog-headed people, strong bodies, and fighting methods that were almost like beasts, these people no longer had the prestige of the past and quickly fell into a disadvantage.

The orc boy looked at this scene in a daze.

"How about it, little boy, do you desire such power?"

Xize looked up and saw a dog-headed dragonborn standing beside him at some point. It was the old dog-headed person who saved him.

He opened his mouth, but asked another question.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?"

"Hehe." The old dog-headed man smiled, "I am just an insignificant follower of the great king."

"As for why I saved you..." He shook his head, "I just don't want your king to lose an excellent soldier."

After saying that, he looked at the battlefield.

After the bearded man pulled a few people to temporarily block the dog-headed man in front of him, he rolled back.

"Let's go and take a look."

Xize was held by the hand with some doubts, and followed the old dog-headed man to catch up slowly, as if he was taking a walk.

.......

The bearded man tumbled and crawled all the way, even losing his sword, and fled back to the oasis in a panic. He saw that everyone had already ridden on the wind camels, and the young orcs, who were not too old, were tied together with ropes, and seemed to be waiting for them.

He rushed over and fell to the ground, panting and shouting: "Boss... Boss, there are... dogs... dogs!"

Dane was riding on the back of the wind camel, wiping his beloved sword with a handkerchief. Seeing his men in such a mess, he became alert and stopped wiping the sword. He jumped off the wind camel, squatted down and asked: "What dog?"

The bearded man took a deep breath and shouted with wide eyes: "Run! There are dog-headed people!"

Hearing this, Dane said: "The dog-headed people scared you like this, waste, where are the others?"

"He! He!" The bearded man swallowed his saliva and was about to continue talking when he heard a wolf howl from behind. He turned his head tremblingly and saw a group of dog-headed people running fast.

He couldn't care about it anymore. He jumped on Dane's wind camel and ran away with a rein.

Dane was about to curse, but when he saw what was running towards him, his eyes widened.

"Fuck! Why are there so many dog-headed dragonborns in the God-Forsaken Land!"

He quickly pulled one of his subordinates off his camel, rode on his wind camel and fled in a panic.

When the others saw their boss running away, they hurried to follow him, even ignoring the little orcs they had tried so hard to catch.

In this desert, the most convenient tool for traveling is the three-humped camel called the wind camel, but this group of human traffickers who specialize in robbing orcs were surprised to find that these dog-headed dragonborns ran faster than the wind camels!

"Ahhhh!!!"

The dog-headed men were howling, as if they were equipped with motors, wagging their tongues to catch up with one wind camel after another, and forcibly pulled the people on it down.

Amid screams and roars, this group of human traffickers who traveled back and forth between the two places to resell orcs had the honor of becoming new corpses in the yellow sand.

.......

Beside the oasis, the young orc was lying on the body of the old orc and crying loudly.

"Grandpa!!"

"Grandpa, wake up!!!"

Xize cried and shook the old orc desperately, but the gradually cold body could no longer climb up and touch his head as usual, and tell him those stories that only existed in orc legends while smoking a pipe.

"Now, do you desire power?"

Xize raised his head and looked into the golden vertical pupils of the dog-headed dragon in front of him.

"I desire it!" He shouted with a crying voice. "I want revenge! I need power!"

"The right choice." The dog-headed dragon looked up in a direction, which was the direction of the Iron Tooth Tribe.

"Boy, welcome to join the Black Knight."