--- CHAPTER 56: Echoes of Ancient Ferocity ---
In the Un'Goro Ring, a Sandfury Troll was eager to hunt for food. The barren desert did not produce enough food to sustain the Trolls, not even enough water. Among the many Troll clans, the Sandfury Trolls were the worst off, even the Frost Trolls of Northrend were doing well.
A giant dragon is slowly eating plants. It is over three meters long. It is a monitor dragon that can swallow an adult directly! It is strange that this dragon is a vegetarian.
From time to time, the sound of animals howling could be heard in the forest. Even at the edge, one could still feel the murderous atmosphere. The emerald green forest and the barren mountains formed a clear dividing line, which made people feel a little surprised and amazed. Such a landscape was amazing.
The Sandfury Troll approached step by step, holding in his hand a simple spear made of sea buckthorn. It didn't even have iron, it was all made of wood, you can see how poor it was!
Despite their poverty, the Sandfury Trolls still have fierce eyes, their sandy skin reveals a sun-baked aura, and their thick fangs exude a fierce and furious emotion.
Whoosh! The Sandfury Troll approached and leaped up, thrusting its spear into the monitor dragon's head. It thrust hard, trying to nail the monitor dragon to death.
Bang! The monitor dragon swung its tail, and its long, thick tail, like a car tire, hit the Sandfury Troll fiercely. Snap! There was a sound of bones breaking, and the hunter vomited blood and blood flew out. The originally gentle monitor dragon's eyes also became irritable. At this moment, the identities of prey and hunter were instantly reversed!
The huge dragon rushed over with heavy steps on all fours. Its seemingly clumsy body actually ran very fast. It covered the distance of 18 meters in less than two seconds. It swallowed the severely injured Sandfury Troll into its stomach in one gulp, chewing with a sound of bones breaking, and blood dripping from its mouth. The survival of the fittest in nature was fully demonstrated!
However, this was not the end. A huge Devilsaur rushed out of the jungle. It was so fast that the monitor dragon had no time to react before it was caught by the tail. It raised its head, bit the monitor dragon's tail and threw it into the air. It opened its bloody mouth, which was full of sharp and thin barbed teeth. It bit the three-meter monitor dragon in half and swallowed it into its stomach!
The entire hunting process took no more than ten seconds, and the giant dragon was killed. After swallowing the dragon, the Devilsaur continued to walk back into the jungle, patrolling and killing prey to fill its hungry stomach.
This is the Un'Goro Ring, a dangerous area filled with tropical rainforests and home to countless dinosaurs. Even the species that wanted to migrate here never came out alive, as they all became the dinosaurs' feces!
Arthas rode Onyxia through the air, followed by Alleria. Beside them were the four Dragon Aspects, who were very interested in seeing the ruins of the Titans. Deathwing was still in human form and was caught by the blue Dragon Aspects. It seemed that this poor unfortunate guy was hated by Malygos to death, and it was impossible for him to be carried on his back, so he turned into a dragon to catch him.
Didn't they teleport to the edge of the Un'Goro Crater before? There was a dense barrier inside. Even the Blue Dragon Aspects, a spellweaver who holds the secrets of Azeroth's magic arcana, could not teleport in. That was the core protection of the Titan Ruins. Without the permission of the guardian inside, no one could teleport in. This was the domineering nature of the Titan Laboratory. So even if someone in the northern guardian was a traitor, they would not dare to come and hunt them down.
The only way to move forward is to fly. The advantage is that flying can ignore ground obstacles. Given the danger level of Un'Goro Crater, swamps, feces, dinosaur attacks, thorns, carnivorous plants, etc. are all threats. Who would walk when they can fly? Who would fly when they can teleport? Time is money, my idiot!
Riding on Onyxia's neck, feeling the strong wind blowing in the wind, it hurts a little when it hits my face. I feel like a dragon rider. This is a real dragon rider! How many people can ride on the neck of a female dragon? Not to mention that this is a real black dragon princess!
Arthas was not worried about the battle between the Alliance and the orcs. Without the help of the red dragon, the orcs would never win the battle. In addition, the Dragonmaw Clan was almost wiped out by the red dragon, which made the orcs panic.
"What are you thinking about?"
Onyxia's voice was a little dull. "Are you proud to ride on the neck of a dragon?"
"Of course I am proud. Doesn't this prove how great I am? Don't think too much. It's good for me and you too. Just accept your fate."
Arthas was in a very good mood. He was actually thinking about how to use the plot to maximize his advantage. Without the help of the red dragon, the orcs would definitely speed up their cooperation with the forest trolls, and then they would definitely attack Quel'Thalas. In the plot, Alleria's brother and parents died in the attack. He might be able to use this. However, Lirath is now in Lordaeron helping him train human sentinels, so it shouldn't be that dangerous.
"snort!"
Onyxia just snorted. Women always have some little emotions. They are all fickle, emotional animals.
Alleria watched from behind with a smile on her face, hugging Arthas's waist. Since she had already decided to follow this boy, she didn't have to be afraid. Compared to being together secretly, getting married in style was obviously a more appropriate choice.
"The Titan ruins are ahead. We have to slow down."
The Red Dragon Queen shouted that they rarely visited, or even came to, such a place because the Titanic Watcher here did not welcome outsiders, even the Dragon Aspects.
"Please drop me off in front. I can go in by myself. You guys wait here for me."
Arthas began to get excited. He observed the terrain of the Un'Goro Crater along the way. The land here is very fertile. There are towering trees everywhere. Ten adults can't surround the huge trees. They are almost 50 to 60 meters high, and the tallest has reached 100 meters. This is already a very exaggerated existence in nature, and the life breath here is even more dense, causing the plants and animals to grow very fast.
The harsh sun beat down on the Sandfury Troll's weathered skin as he prowled the fringes of the Un'Goro Crater, his stomach gnawing with hunger. The surrounding desert offered scant sustenance, a cruel irony for a clan already on the brink. Compared to their frost-hardened kin in the frozen north, the Sandfury endured a relentless scarcity that honed their desperation into a weapon.
Nearby, the monitor dragon grazed placidly, its massive form belying a herbivorous nature. Over three meters of scaled muscle, capable of engulfing a man whole, yet content with foliage. The jungle's cacophony—roars, shrieks, and rustles—echoed a perpetual undercurrent of danger, the verdant expanse clashing starkly with the arid wastes.
The troll's spear, fashioned crudely from resilient wood, lacked even basic metalwork, a testament to their impoverishment. Yet his gaze burned with primal ferocity, fangs gleaming in the light.
With a surge, he lunged, driving the spear toward the dragon's skull. The thrust was fierce, aimed to end the hunt swiftly.
The retaliation was immediate—a whip of the tail sent him sprawling, bones fracturing under the impact. Blood sprayed as roles inverted; the once-passive beast now charged with lethal intent.
The monitor dragon's speed defied its bulk, closing the gap in moments. Jaws clamped, crunching through flesh and bone, blood trickling as nature's law asserted itself.
But the cycle persisted. A colossal Devilsaur erupted from the undergrowth, seizing the victor mid-meal. Tossed aloft, the monitor was bisected in a spray of gore, devoured in seconds. The predator lumbered back into shadows, eternally vigilant.
Un'Goro's essence lay in such brutality—a prehistoric cauldron where dinosaurs reigned, migrants vanishing into digestive oblivion.
Aerially, Arthas surveyed from Onyxia's back, Alleria close behind, flanked by the Aspects. Deathwing, shackled in human guise, dangled from Malygos's grasp, a symbol of lingering enmity.
Teleportation halted at the barrier's edge, arcane wards repelling even the mightiest mages. Flight became necessity, bypassing terrestrial perils that would claim the unwary.
The wind's sting evoked draconic kinship, a thrill amplified by Onyxia's royal lineage.
Unconcerned with distant wars, Arthas pondered orc vulnerabilities, scheming leverages amid troll alliances and familial tragedies.
Onyxia's query pierced his reverie, her tone laced with resentment. His retort affirmed mutual benefit, eliciting a huff of feminine caprice.
Alleria's embrace radiated contentment, her commitment solidified beyond clandestine affairs.
The Queen's caution slowed their approach, respecting the Watchers' seclusion.
Arthas's eagerness peaked, the crater's lush vitality promising untold potential—towering arboreal giants thriving in life's cradle.
--- END OF CHAPTER 56 ---