Azeroth’s Death Track

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The civilization of the orcs is rugged, like the roughest and strongest rock polished by the wind on the grassland. No matter in which world they live, they will not be crushed by any hardship.

At first glance at these warriors who adore fighting and glory, you will feel fear and inaccessibility, but after you become friends with the orcs, they will be your most trusted comrades, you can safely give your back to they.

And the orcs’ banquets are rugged, and these muscular men will not be like the literary nobles of the empire. They will engage in messy tricks, eating meat and drinking in large bowls is their romance. The hunters are delicious, fishermen. The freshest fish caught by us, as well as the traditional barbecue incense of the orcs, the spicy wine making like a knife, those gifts that belong to nature, make the orcs live in this barren land very rich.. . Of course, it cannot be measured by money.

And now, although several chiefs are scattered in Azshara Wilderness and Barrens, and Ashenvale Warlords, the Deaf Envoys are heard, and the trolls and tauren have also sent representatives, the most southern razor in the Barrens. After the footsteps of the wild **** Agammagan appeared in the highlands, this new organization that has only recently appeared in the world has received the attention of all forces.

The parties are anxious to determine their system, their beliefs, and their purpose...The most important thing is that this emerging Druid sect will become an enemy or a friend.

Under the influence of various factors, this banquet looked very simple and fulfilling, and the messengers who came here almost ate from noon to the evening.

Of course, the more important reason is that Ms. Mo Yana accidentally discovered some "materials that can be made" during this banquet.

That was the representative of the Bloodhoof Tauren from the Mulgore Plains, that was the close comrade of the Tauren Chief Kane. Bloodhoof, an elder named Hamuul Runetotem, the older bullhead People are very interested in the Druid spells of the Wither, and Mojana also perceives a powerful natural talent from the Rune Totem.

This tauren who had never been in touch with the Druid before had learned the elementary natural spell in less than 10 minutes... when the light of rejuvenation lighted on the giant palm of the tauren Even Tanred, who was drunk, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You will definitely become a qualified druid."

The first shepherd held a wooden cup, which contained sweet fruit wine. She raised the cup to Elder Hamuul:

"As long as you want, the wither can accept you and your followers at any time. The knowledge of the natural way should belong to all the creatures of Azeroth. We will not be as closed to the night as the Cenarion Circle. Fellow compatriots, although I am also a member of the night elves, I prefer to impart this knowledge to you, a gifted elder."

The elder Tauren Hamuel Rune Totem was also very happy. He dissipated the warm light in his palm, and then swallowed the wine in the glass, and said to the Yan Taru with a thick tone, he said to Mo Yana:

"It’s not a secret. I once went to the moonlight woodland alone. It’s a pity that I didn’t see the leaders of the Cenarion Circle at that time. Maybe...maybe as you said, Ms. Mojana, the Blight Sect, It is the home of the Tauren’s natural way."

"I myself, in fact, are very willing to join the wither and learn the knowledge that nature has given us... but please forgive me, I must first obtain permission from Kane, the blood hoof tauren has just settled down in Thunder Bluff, we still have Many things to do."

"Oh?"

The chief orc sitting on the side heard Hamuul's words, his eyes rolled, and said to Mo Yana:

"Your Excellency, maybe you know too little about us. In short, our orcs also have a lot of gangs who are willing to follow the way of nature. I don't know..."

"We welcome all those who are willing to maintain the way of nature! Great Chief."

The Patriarch Mojana heard the string and knew the elegance. She raised the cup to the chieftain, and in the light of the fortress hall, she said in a deep voice:

"The withers have humans, elves, forest spirits, and wild boars. We welcome all lives that are willing to join them. Of course, we are strictly neutral. I must emphasize this, especially after experiencing misunderstandings with the human empire. After that...I must inform you in advance that in the battle between life and the undead, we firmly abide by neutrality. In our teachings, these two are different manifestations of the concept of being in the same position."

"It's ok!"

The Chief Chief didn't care about these things. He wanted to see the improvement of the tribe's overall strength. Moreover, even if he adhered to neutrality, this wave of operation of the tribe would not lose money. The druids adjusted the land and the natural environment. Russ is unrivaled in all his professions. Once the orcs have their own druids, the barren land of Durotar may be able to usher in a wave of new life.

But just when the Chieftain wanted to say something more, a weird scream suddenly sounded in the city of Orgrimmar under the night. The voice was sharp, hoarse, and with a tingling breath, along with the scream What sounded was the alarm bells ringing across the city and the angry roars of the orc warriors, which made everyone's eyes unable to help but cast them outside the hall. In the night, the sky flashed with blood. The strange figure.

At this moment, a trace of fine awn flashed in the eyes of Caleb who had been tasting the fruit wine silently.

He knows... a good show designed by him and arranged by one hand, the opening!

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"Beating it! Bain!"

Dranosh, who was taking soldiers to patrol the city, was hiding behind the boulders on the street. This brave orc warrior stared angrily at the strange shadow of the mad roar in the sky. The gadget looked like a human being, slender, and partial. Behind him grew thin wings like bees. The wings looked as light as cicada wings, but in fact they were as strong and sharp as the sharp blade.

Dranosh looked at the corpse of the orc soldier under his feet. The unlucky egg was cut into four pieces by the screaming blade in a face of the monster.

In the low air of Orgrimmar City near the Grommash Fortress, these suddenly strange people are rampaging around, and the unexpected orc guard has been killed by more than a dozen between their rapid crossing like a phantom Pcs.

In the roar of Dranosh, the Tauren warrior who patrolled with him, Bain. Bloodhoof, who was studying martial arts in Orgrimmar, panted and put a black steam burst machine gun on his back. Above the stone, this thing is a weapon bought by the Tauren from the Kingdom of Stromgarde. It is expensive but powerful.

At the moment Baine aimed at the dark shadow of the sky and pulled the trigger, a roar like thunder sounded in the night sky, and the storm of bullets mixed with Geguang bomb leaped into the sky in the dark, and had never been touched before. The firearm's higher-order Zergman soldiers were caught off guard and were hit by several storms of bullets sweeping across the sky.

The carapace on the body of these insects whose evolutionary direction is high-speed movement and assassination is not enough to resist the shooting of the bullets of the continuous-fire machine guns, but the insects have the strong vitality that allows their bodies to be trembling and shaking after being penetrated by the bullets. The wings behind hover hard in the air.

"Roar!"

A roar rang out from the darkness behind the worms, seizing the opportunity created by Bain. Dranosh carried the black battle axe with one hand and stepped on the surrounding walls. He rushed into the low altitude in a few jumps. Behind the trembling wormman closest to him, the tomahawk in the hands of the young orc passed a deadly light through the air.

"puff"

Corrosive green blood was scattered everywhere from the sky, and the ugly head, which was similar to humans but was full of insect-like tentacles, was also cut down and smashed to the ground.

"Whizzing"

The orc hunters distributed around also began to fight back with long bows, and with the support of the orc warriors who came urgently, the slaughter of these dozen dark creatures attacking around was also stopped.

At this moment, Orgrim, the chieftain of the tribe, rushed out of the hall with his heavy warhammer. Behind him, there were envoys who had spirited up, but the moment the chieftain stepped out of the hall, he was hidden in The deadliest hunter in the dark finally found the target. Between the screams of the wind, a higher-order worm was larger than other worms and rushed out of the hiding place. The four behind it had a metallic luster His wings screamed at the chieftain of the tribe...the Chaldeans behind him.

"Be careful!"

Archbishop Chaldean narrowed his eyes, and at the moment the higher-order Zergman Assassin appeared, he shouted and raised his right hand. The golden light burst from his fingertips, and he pushed Orgrim away. Like being a body-saver, he actively exposed himself to the wing of the worm.

"puff"

The light shield shielded in a hurry is not enough to resist the sharp blades of this high-level Zergman assassin. The body of Chaldeans was like a dozen or so knives cut in a moment, and his robe was broken. In between, there was still blood escaping from the wound, but it was not fatal.

The wormman assassin watched that he had chopped to the mission target. While he was excited, he made a sharp hissing sound, and the **** blades of his back circulated here, and two worm-like limbs appeared in his hand. A weird long whip, it will obey the orders of the Qiraji people's "spirit" to completely kill this **** heresy.

But in the view of others, this dangerous wormman assassin's attack was originally slashed to Orgrim, and the archbishop of Chaldean was the one who rescued himself. In front of so many strong men present, this worm People also want to make up for the pastor who saved his life.

This is clearly intolerable.

"boom"

A low gunshot kicked off the counterattack, and the special bullets of the firearms hand-made by the master in Tanred's hand hit the carapace of the wormman assassin, and immediately a small flame explosion set off the wormman. Pushing back, he pulled out the war blade and escorted him to the fallen Chaldeans. In front of him, the orc chieftain who was pushed away by the Chaldeans held the warhammer. This once powerful warrior had red eyes.

"On my site, I hurt my guest!"

Orgrim single-handedly carried a heavy hammer of destruction, blood red rage power wrapped around his body, plus the orc's natural rage power, in this dark night, Orgrim's body seemed to swell For a whole circle, he roared with a hammer and screamed at the wormman assassin in front of him, hitting precisely on the bladed blade wing that was waving behind the wormman.

Amidst the sparks, the assassin and agile wormman assassin was smashed back several steps. The sturdy wings behind it were smashed and bent backwards, obviously having temporarily lost the ability to fly, and those The orc warriors who defended the chieftains rushed from all around, and surrounded this two-man worm-man assassin in front of the Grommash fortress.

In the blaze of the flame, everyone also saw the true face of the attacker...

This is a weird guy. Its shape is very similar to humans, but its twisted green limbs like horns on its shoulders represent its identity. It wears a strange white robe with a white mask. It looks like a clergyman, but the ugly yellow eyes exposed under the mask represent its dark and cunning heart.

And the feet under those legs...that are not feet at all, but disgusting structures similar to insect claws.

This is a monster!

Only a strange civilization like Qiraji can produce such a disgusting monster!

"Bah! Monster!"

Tenred held a war knife and a gun. He looked at the disgusting and dangerous life in front of him. The young soldier eagerly tried to rush to fight, but was stopped by the solemn head Patriarch Mo Yana.

"Me, recognize it!"

The Great Patriarch held the wattle cane in her hand. She stepped forward and stared at the monster's assassin. She said in a deep voice:

"The secondary warlord of the Qiraji Warriors...Sharatour! Thousands of years ago, the High Priest of Manuel and her ambassador were killed by you and your assassins, my poor Vastein The battle is also related to you, this may be a fatal encounter..."

Talking, the Patriarch turned his head to look at the big chief, and she said:

"Can you give it to me? Chief Chief, between me and it, there are... grudges."

"of course."

Although the Chief Chief would not like to kill the Archbishop who had almost killed the Archbishop of Humans at his site, and almost caused the Orc assassin to cause great trouble to the Orcs, since Ms. Mo Yana asked for export, let her.

Also, by the way, take a look at the combat power of the mighty Druid the Blight.

As Mo Yana walked into the war circle, there was a trace of contempt in the ugly yellow eyes of the wormman sub-lord, and he scratched his neck with his insect-like limbs. This malicious act made the war The others around the circle couldn't help but clenched their arms.

Obviously, this bug is very confident in its own fighting power.

"Thousands of years ago, I couldn't protect you..."

The rich green light was wrapped around Mo Yana's slender body. She stared at the wormman in front of her, and she said one by one:

"After a thousand years, I will personally...revenge for you!"

"Om"

After a soft sound, everyone around the battle circle took a step backwards, and even the fearless chieftain held the warhammer in his hand, in front of them, opposite the worm lord, Moya. It was not the traditional bears, cheetahs, or owls of the Druids that changed Patriarch Na, but it was a more terrifying beast.

A head with a length of more than 5 meters, covered with a heavy carapace and wooden armor, with two gold broken jade, a sharp long ao with metallic luster, and a tail spike that sharpens to make the scalp tingling ...

Nightmare poison scorpion!

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