Chapter 142:A Burning Morning

Dragon, a real dragon?

"How is that possible..."

"I've really seen a dragon before, Jess. From a distance, it looks just like that, those wings, that tail! Believe me, I'm definitely right!" After Gerred finished speaking, he excitedly cursed, "Damn it. Why would a dragon come here! Anyway, let's find a place to hide first. Damn it. Wouldn't that guy have seen us? If he turns around and spits, both of us and this small village will be completely finished!!"

The two of them ran all the way to the shore and came to a forest. They found a slope and hid in the shadows and squatted down.

Moving his body, Jess noticed that Gerred's hand holding the axe had already started to tremble non-stop.

"Damn it..." The dwarf kept cursing.

Jess looked in the direction where the dragon had left, which was blocked by the pine forest. He didn't think hiding here was reliable at all.

"We should go back to the town, Gerred."

"Are you crazy? Didn't the dragon we just saw go that way?"

"But there are guards and mages there. Think about it. If there are other dragons or tribal soldiers following him, and they might even be coming here soon. Wouldn't the two of us be waiting for death? During the war, weren't those dragons always in groups?" Yes, that's right, in groups... Gerred took a few breaths and said, "Yes, you're right. We should hurry. If that dragon is the vanguard of the orc cavalry, it will be bad."

The two of them immediately got up and headed east, walking along the forest.

Whether it's the vanguard of the orc cavalry or one of a group of dragons, even if a single dragon notices these two people and turns around and comes back here, they won't be able to hide for long no matter what.

Once a fight breaks out, they can't be opponents at all. In any case, they should find helpers first.

Could the threat that the Dalaran mage mentioned before be the trace of the dragon?

When Teron Gorefiend led the death knights and orc dragon riders to raid Alterac Valley, they rode not red dragons but black dragons.

And the mage also mentioned that there are traces of shadow attacks in Ambermill. Could these black dragons still be hovering around here after the Alterac battle and not leave?

Jess didn't believe that after the overall failure of the Horde, the Dragonmaw Clan hidden deep in the Wetlands and Grim Batol would have the courage to ride red dragons and circle over the Hillsbrad Foothills again.

What if it's a red dragon whose mind is controlled by the Dragonmaw warlocks?

"Did you see clearly? What color is that dragon?" Jess asked while running, "Red dragon, black dragon?"

"Red dragon... I've never seen one with other scale colors." Gerred said, "So many red dragons participated in the Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills. There must be one or two left. Maybe this is one of them. The common enemy of the Alliance... Red dragon! Evil red dragon!"

Jess was a bit confused. After all, he only saw a shadow.

The two of them rushed back to Southshore at the speed of a long-distance running exam. From a long distance away, they could hear the continuous ringing of the town hall bell.

"Is that dragon going to directly attack the town?" Gerred asked in disbelief.

"Why?"

Jess didn't dare to guess randomly. But as they got closer and closer, until they saw the dock, they noticed that the entire town was completely in chaos.

All the ships were fleeing to the open sea. The ships still at the dock were also raising their anchors. There were even ships that raised their sails directly without leaving the port. The cables were floating everywhere in the chaos. There were even people falling into the sea and swimming towards the ships.

There was black smoke everywhere in the town, but it was definitely not the cooking smoke that could be seen when they left in the morning. However, the dragon did not appear over the town.

Jess and Gerred ran to the street near the port and saw that several houses had been blown up. Even a house next to the inn where they stayed was on fire. A mage was chanting incomprehensible spells loudly and calling ice magic to barely stop the spread of the fire, but the effect was obviously not very good.

The street was full of helpless burn victims. Cries and howls rose and fell one after another. Jess looked at this terrifying scene. He didn't expect that just passing over this town, that dragon had caused such destruction.

"Hurry... Our luggage is still inside, Jess!" The dwarf pulled his shoulder and said, "Come in with me!"

The two rushed into the second floor of the inn and found their luggage. There was already thick smoke on the second floor, and the smell of this smoke was much more unpleasant than ordinary burnt smell.

"What's on fire? It stinks so much!"

Gerred pointed to his nose. Jess and he carried the bags and clothes and rushed down to the first floor. But they heard the crying of a child on the second floor. As soon as they heard the sound, both of them were stunned and looked at each other.

"You take the things out first!" Jess said, "I have a fireproof cloak. I'll go find him."

"I'll come and help you soon!" The dwarf roared.

Jess threw aside Gerred and turned around and rushed upstairs. The mage was probably exhausted of mana. At this moment, the thick smoke was much thicker than before. Jess could even see some open flames.

"Where are you? At least shout! Where is anyone!"

He lowered his head and covered his mouth and nose with his cloak and walked forward in the choking smoke. He felt that the child was probably already smoked unconscious.

The surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher. Suddenly, a beam somewhere collapsed. The floor under his feet tilted. Jess almost slipped. The child's voice appeared again.

"I'm coming! Someone has come to save you!" Jess kicked open a door that was stuck because the door frame was distorted. He saw a little girl hiding under the bed and sobbing. Her face was covered with a layer of black ash. Tears flowed down and formed streaks.

Jess picked her up and hid her under his cloak. Then he turned around and rushed into the corridor against the spraying smoke.

The fire spread too quickly. At this moment, the situation was much more serious than when he first entered.

But Jess knew that every second he hesitated, he was closer to death. Since he had a cloak to protect him, he should be more bold.

He held his breath and ran out without hesitation through the thick smoke. Until he was blocked by a burning and collapsed wall.

He could already see the outside street through the cracks. He kicked hard at the crack but couldn't kick it open.

At this moment, Gerred didn't know where he came from. He swung his axe at the crack and directly chopped off a piece of wood. Then he gave a kick. The obstacle in front of him fell down with a clatter.

He grabbed Jess's collar and shouted, "Jump quickly! Breaking a leg is better than being smoked to death here!"

Jess made up his mind and jumped directly from the second floor. When he landed, he couldn't stand firmly and cushion. To protect the child in his arms, he sat down on the ground.

Although it hurt terribly, at least he could still stand up. If this area near the dock didn't have such poor infrastructure and was full of dirt roads and weeds, it would probably be half useless by now.

Looking back, the second floor of the inn was already on fire.

Outside, there were continuous cries and wails. The thick smoke filled the clear morning and made it seem like the end of the world.

The little girl's parents didn't know where they had gone. She looked around in confusion. Jess looked at the limping wounded and soldiers, workers, and hired farmers everywhere on the street. Was Southshore ever hit by such a disaster?

At this time, he couldn't really say what history he remembered anymore.

A shrill hiss in the distance interrupted his thoughts. The people who had already relaxed on the scene widened their eyes in fear again.

"It's back! It's back!"