"We must get Nekros and the Dragon Soul out of here!"
That was the only thought in the mind of Zuluhed, chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan.
Even if it cost him the entire Dragonmaw Clan, he had to protect Nekros and his artifact. They were that important to the Horde.
After dismissing the scouts who had brought the news, Zuluhed hurried down to the lowest level of Grim Batol with several bodyguards, to the place where they held the Red Dragon Queen.
Nekros was there.
Holding the Golden Disk, he stood beside the female dragon below, utterly unaware of what had happened in Grim Batol.
"Chieftain, what brings you here?" Nekros turned and walked out of the cave as he asked.
"Bad news!" Zuluhed's expression was grave. "A group of humans and dwarves has broken into Grim Batol. We can be certain they came for you!"
"Humans and dwarves?" Nekros frowned. "Those damned bastards have killed so many of our pet dragons..."
"You must leave at once!" Zuluhed warned. "Grim Batol is too big. We can't find the intruders for now... If anything happened to you, it would be a disaster for the Horde!"
"Leave?" A faint smile appeared on Nekros's lips. "Perhaps you're worrying too much, chieftain!"
Then the orc shaman turned and waved the Golden Disk in his hand.
"Come out, you old thing!"
As his words fell, an enormous dragon emerged from a cave on the other side, his huge body almost filling the passage. But the dragon did not look to be in very good condition. He was very old, and his body seemed somewhat frail...
"This old lizard can protect me!" Nekros replied. "Although he's very old, he's still far stronger than an ordinary dragon, so you needn't worry, chieftain..."
This enormous Red Dragon was