Part-time BOSS

Where did that damn dragon throw itself?

Hellscream sat on the sand dune, looking at the endless desert in front of him, thinking angrily.

At first, he thought that the other person would definitely show up soon and explain what happened. However, after waiting in the desert for half an hour, he realized that the guy would probably not show up.

So Hellscream decided to get out of this desert first.

However, when I climbed up a sand dune and looked up, there was only endless desert in front of me.

The anger in Hellscream's heart has not been extinguished. The armor on his body has long been broken. After the blood all over his body has dried, he feels very uncomfortable. The wounds on his body are even more painful, especially the lacerations left by Storm Sky Slash on his body. Let him hate that Prince Aidan extremely.

You stabbing guy in the back, don't let me meet you next time...

Fortunately, the orc's recovery ability is amazing (the hero brings back blood after leaving the battle), and the pain soon gradually became less painful.

However, although wounds on the body heal easily, wounds on the soul are not so easy.

I was defeated, so thoroughly that I ruined the lives of all the orc warriors... He thought regretfully that he had no time to think during the previous battles, but thinking about it now, Gasser had reminded him more than once to be careful of ambushes.

Orgrim also told him not to get entangled with humans and to complete the task quickly.

Why didn't I listen to the advice? Why did I let my anger burn my mind? It's demon blood! Hellscream knew this very well. He licked his lips, but at this moment he wanted to have a drink.

After the brutal battle, he was needed like never before.

Walking on the hot desert, Hellscream was still mumbling.

Damn the ruthless Ba Dao, damn the pig-riding barbarian. I knew that the orc riding the wild boar was not worthy of trust.

Damn Prince Aidan, damn Varian, damn dragons, damn desert...

Phew, it's so hot. Isn't this desert boundless?

If you are a player, you can see a DEBUFF called [Desert Heat] hanging above his head.

[Desert Heat: A layer is superimposed every ten minutes, and the stamina consumption is increased by 10%. After the stamina is exhausted, the health is slowly lost. You can drink water to alleviate the duration of this state. 】

Hellscream looked up at the sky. The sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. The sky was clear. He could only lower his head and continue walking. He didn't know how long it took. Finally, Hellscream, who was exhausted, fell to the sand with a plop. on the ground.

The DEBUFF on his body was fully stacked, and his blood volume, which had already recovered one-third, began to slowly decrease again.

As the blood bar gradually dropped to the state of serious injury, he felt that he was about to lose consciousness.

In a daze, he felt a shadow blocking the dazzling sunlight in front of his eyes.

"Look what I found? Hey man, you okay?"

"Water - water -" Hellscream said unconsciously.

"I don't have water, but I have this. Drink it, drink it." Spicy liquid suddenly poured into his mouth, and Hellscream felt as if he was drinking demon blood, which finally shocked him.

He opened his eyes suddenly and was startled to see a strange black and white bear-like creature looking at him curiously.

He stood up in a hurry, holding the blood roar in his hand, and suddenly found that he had strength again. Whatever the bear man gave him to drink, it undoubtedly restored a lot of his strength.

"What kind of creature are you?" he asked warily.

"I am the Pandaren Chen Stormstout. I am wandering this continent, looking for materials to make the best wine. A group of goblins said that there is a magical cactus berry in this desert, which can make the best wine. Unfortunately, I am probably We went the wrong way. Have you seen those green-skinned goblins? He is probably this tall..."

"Pandaren? What did you give me to drink?"

"Ah, this, this is my fine craft wine. Do you want some more? The weather is too hot and the taste may not be right. I promise it will be absolutely mellow. What you drank just now was very good."

The panda man shook the barrel in his hand, and there was a clanking sound inside.

Hellscream licked his lips, embarrassed to ask for it.

"where is this place?"

"Kalimdor - the Great Desert of Tanaris, you don't know?"

"I was thrown here by a dragon."

"This is really strange. I haven't seen any dragons. Let's go. I think we can talk while walking. It's best to find a place to rest."

This was the first time Hellscream had seen such a strange creature, but he was very unfamiliar with this world. Maybe this kind of creature was very common, he thought to himself.

The pandas were very friendly, which made him a little embarrassed to do anything out of the ordinary.

Walking side by side with the pandaren in front of him in the desolate desert of Tanaris, Hellscream asked how to return to the tribe. He couldn't wait to return to the tribe, regroup, and seek revenge on those humans, even though it meant that he He had to face the warchief's questioning and his own failure, but he didn't care.

"You want to go to the Eastern Kingdom? Then you have your hands full. To go to the Eastern Continent, you need to cross the Endless Sea. I heard from the goblins in Steamwheedle Port that there are creatures called humans and some dwarves living there. It is said that dwarf beer and spirits are very tasty, maybe I can try them later.

Where are you talking about - Oh, by the way, if you want to go to the eastern continent, I suggest you rent a boat from the goblins. Those green-skinned little guys look very similar to you. Maybe you are relatives. As long as you pay them, they will We are willing to accommodate additional guests and also provide breakfast and dinner, but unfortunately the taste is not very good.

Steamwheedle Port is just to the east of Tanaris. If you ask me which side is east...well, that's a good question..."

Hellscream soon discovered that this panda man was very talkative and even a bit talkative. However, he was not in the mood to chat now and could not provide any effective information when he saw the other party. He closed his mouth and walked silently in the desert. , listening to the panda people's chatter.

Every one or two hours, the pandaren would pour out a glass of home-brewed wine to quench his thirst, and would also hand him a glass. Hellscream silently accepted this generosity. Thanks to this thing, Hellscream did not faint again.

At night, the two stopped under a leeward sand dune.

The desert was extremely beautiful at night, the night sky was like a wash, and the stars were woven together. Hellscream was not sure which star Draenor was, and thought that his original home was somewhere among the stars. This feeling made him Hellscream was inexplicably terrified.

He was so exhausted that he lay down on the sand and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed——

There was darkness all around, and he stood in this darkness. The darkness quickly receded, and in front of him was the familiar scene of the Nagrand Prairie—no, it was the Western Wilderness, a place very similar to his hometown. He stood in the wheat fields. , the waves of wheat beat on my fingertips, a little itchy.

The aroma of green grass wafted on the tip of his nose, making him feel extremely nostalgic.

"Look behind you." Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears.

Behind him? Hellscream slowly turned his head. In the wilderness behind him, there were countless corpses of orcs, so densely packed that they were countless.

A feeling of uneasiness arose in his heart, and he walked to a corpse. The face looked vaguely familiar, it was Garcel Zog! There were three spears and seven arrows stuck in his chest, his stomach was cut open, and his intestines were spilled out.

Gasser's eyes suddenly opened, and his white eyes stared at him.

"Hellscream, I told you there was an ambush, why didn't you listen? You killed all of us!" Gasser's voice was full of resentment, and his white eyes had a death-like look.

"Shut up, the warriors of the tribe should not be afraid of death." Hellscream roared, but his voice was a little weak.

"Then why didn't you die? Why did you run away? You abandoned us!"

"You left us."

"coward."

"coward."

Countless voices echoed in the wilderness. It was the dead orcs who were talking. They crawled out of the soil one after another, dragging their bodies covered with knife marks and arrow wounds, and surrounded them from all directions...

Hellscream suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, covered in cold sweat.

He panted for a while before regaining his composure. Suddenly, the sound of howling wind sounded in his ears. When he looked up, he saw a panda man playing with his long stick not far away. His fat body had agility that was not commensurate with his body size.

The shadow of the stick was flying, with the sound of howling wind, and it seemed to be quite powerful.

Hellscream was a little surprised, "Are you a warrior?"

"Let's just say, I can fight, but I prefer brewing and drinking."

"Let me compare with you."

The pandaren blinked and nodded, "If you insist."

Hell roar suddenly became excited.

Fighting and killing, this is the fate of the orcs. Killing may not be possible, but fighting can undoubtedly make him forget the troubles in his heart.

With Gorehowl in play, Hellscream looked at the Pandaren in front of him eagerly, wanting to take action, but he was a little worried that he would kill the Pandaren with too much force. Although Hellscream was not the kind of person who was soft-hearted, the other party had helped him. Being the only traveling companion, it’s really not easy to do this.

The Pandaren seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.

"Try your best to attack us. I think I can still make a few moves."

This sentence is enough——

ah! Hell Roar roared, and Blood Roar struck fiercely.

The pandaren backed away.

Sweep!

Back up again!

Cyclone Strike!

However, the Pandaren dodged left and right, showing no intention of confronting him, and even tried to run away. Hellscream became anxious and hurriedly pursued him. Suddenly, the Pandaren's feet suddenly stopped, and the long stick in his hand stabbed backwards like a spear. .

Hellscream was caught off guard and was stabbed in the chest by a stick. He suddenly felt suffocated and fell to the sand with a plop.

The Pandaren stretched out his hand to him in a friendly manner, "You are too impatient."

"You're cheating!"

"It's called the art of fighting."

"Come again!"

The two fought three times, and Hellscream was knocked down three times.

Hellscream discovered that this fat bearman was much more flexible than he looked. For the first time, he found someone who could compete with him head-on. At least in terms of skills, the other party completely fooled him.

But he didn't want to admit it.

"I am Hellscream, the most powerful warrior. You just relied on trickery to defeat me. If there is a life and death fight, I will not lose to you."

The Pandaren just shrugged fearlessly, "Maybe - would you like a drink, buddy?"

After daybreak, the two continued their journey.

Hellscream kept thinking about what happened yesterday. Everything was so unreal. Yesterday, he was the commander of the orc army, leading an army of wolf cavalry to prepare to sweep across human territory.

Now we have ended up like this, what is all this for, and why does that strange dragon say that his destiny is not there...

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the pandaren stop in front of him.

boom. He bumped into the pandaren's furry shoulder.

Hellscream looked up and saw the pandaren looking up at the sky.

"What are you looking at?"

"Did you see that bird?"

Hellscream looked at the sky, and just in the shadow of the sun, he could vaguely see a black spot.

"I saw."

"I don't think it was a bird."

"What else can it be if it's not a bird?"

"Just ask - hey, friend in heaven, can you come down and have a chat? Maybe I can buy you a drink."

Just when Hellscream thought the Ursine was crazy, the black dot actually circled and landed.

It was indeed a bird, a huge bird. Hellscream originally thought it would be a bone-eating vulture. Birds like these that feed on corpses are everywhere in Draenor. Even if the world is polluted by evil energy, everything will be destroyed. Withered, the population of bone-eating vultures grew and grew.

However, the bird in front of him was not a bone-eating vulture, but a huge eagle with a wingspan of more than five meters. The moment it landed, its feathers gathered together and turned into a strange person with huge curved horns and majestic His body is taller than the tallest orcs, almost as tall as those ogres, but he is not as fat as the ogres, but has strong muscles.

The cow man wears a leather coat decorated with feathers and animal skins, which looks a bit like the shamans in the tribe.

Hellscream felt that his three views had been impacted again. Bears and cows, this world is really crazy.

The tauren nodded slowly, "Nika Blackhorn, nice to meet you - Chen Stormstout Master, and - my day, Hellscream? Why are you here?"