Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

After wasting a lot of time in the Valley of the Shadow Moon and the Arranca Peak Forest, Nelgo began to travel at full speed to Golund.

Because every time he delayed, the longer Guldan developed in the Tanaan jungle.

He couldn't wait for the Guldan Blaster to pull a bunch of demons who didn't want money to resurrect casually to line up with him.

That's a loss.

"I don't know if Kilrog is dead. Nairgo couldn't help but think about it.

The Elemental Spirit says that the Tanaan jungle is occupied by demons, and as the largest orc force in the area, the Blood Ring Clan still exists today?

All he could do was speed up and go to Golund.

Gorlond, some say that this is a paradise for giants, because the mountain-sized Golon giants roam the earth, and sometimes there are stronger and more mysterious Margolons than them.

It is also said that this is a sacred place for plants, because in some parts of the country, the soil is covered with vegetation and the water source is abundant, but the plants here are just as dangerous, and the bloodline of the ancient enemies of the giants' ancestors makes them hostile to any outsiders, even today, the most powerful primordial wattle beast of these plants is still engaged in endless disputes with Magoron.

Gorlond, this is such a wild place full of dangers, mountains and forests, giants and plants.

To this end, Nairgo carefully walked the land of Gorlond, keeping his distance from the ancient creatures.

His goal is the orcs, a third force independent of plants and giants.

Nelgo kicked a lizardman wandering in the soil, these playful little monsters roamed between mountains and mines, their round bodies always appearing in various places and making trouble.

But they are not worthless, as they are now.

The lizardman that Nelgo kicked rolled down an arc into the bushes in front.

Then, in a short time, a pool of blood came out of it.

"These plants again. Nairgo shook his head and threw out a totem pole, which began to burn as soon as it landed, releasing fireballs towards the bushes.

Fortunately, he had already thought of this when he came, and asked for a lot of scorching totems from the Fire Blade Shaman.

Nairgo looked at the map, and he felt that he should now be in the western part of Gorlond, a location where vegetative territory and mountains meet.

To the north, as long as he went all the way north, he could find the territory of the Blackstone clan, the Blackstone Foundry, at the end of the mountain range.

Thinking of this, Nairgo took out the jerky and fed it to the wolf, resting for a moment and planning to continue on the road.

However, just as he was walking towards the north, he suddenly noticed a series of chaotic footprints.

"Maybe this symbolizes something?" a hint of curiosity drove Nairgo to observe them, it was clear that there were many orc footprints, but there were some strange marks besides the orcs, like the marks left by constantly slashing the ground with a scythe.

But he doesn't care about these, what he cares about are some other traces, vines, roots... That's the trail left by the plants.

Nairgo realized in an instant that there should be a conflict here, a clash of orcs and plants.

Guided by the experienced wolf with a keen sense of smell, Nairgo followed in his footsteps, but only found the ruins of a broken wall.

Judging by the buildings inside, this should be an orc stronghold, at least not so long ago.

Obviously, the orcs here suffered a surprise attack, the corpses inside were lying on all sides, and even the houses and underground holes were damaged to varying degrees, covered with thorns, and the orcs' weapons and other items were scattered all over the place.

Nelgo stepped forward and carefully observed the corpse of an orc, who had brown skin and was keen to draw tattoos like the other clans, except that the orc was wearing a mask on his face.

Nairgo reached out to touch the mask, but could not take it off, and upon closer inspection, he found that the mask made of white bone had been nailed to his face.

"What a madman..." Nairgo didn't have to look inside the stronghold for living orcs or flags symbolizing their clan.

At a glance, you can tell that they are the orcs of the mocking clan, and only the mocking orcs will be crazy enough to nail the white bone mask to their faces.

(And this orc should be even crazier than the other mocking orcs, because he actually fixed the mask to his face with nails.)

Nairgo moved on, convinced that the taunting orcs were nearby, these crazy orcs had a tradition of laughing at death, and they would not easily withdraw from the battlefield, either the enemy died or they died themselves.

Nairgo got down from the wolf, he flew into the sky, trying to look down from the sky, and finally, in one direction he saw what he wanted.

From a small hill, the wind element smelled of bugs, as well as the smell of blood.

Obviously, those bugs should be the mounts that mock the tame orcs are accustomed to, these orcs are not just riding wolves like ordinary orcs, but they also have a soft spot for bugs.

[ps: The Broken Hand Clan also rides bugs.

"Although mocking orcs is not the best option, it seems reasonable to recruit them since they are along the way. Nairgo went back to the ground and mounted the wolf.

After all, we can't only choose a certain number of orc clans to join the tribe, why can't I have them all?

Black Stone, I want, the mockery can not be less, if I go by the way, maybe I have to go to the Dragon Throat Clan.

Mocking the Skull Clan, this clan is actually not deep in Nairgo's impression.

In the cognition of Nairgo's life, the mocking orcs lived on the border of Gorlond, the edge of the barbaric land, resulting in them successfully becoming "barbarians of barbarians", and the living environment was very bad.

Because of this, the number of people in this clan has not been very large, and it is not so much that they are a clan as a mental hospital of an orc society.

And the chiefs of these psychopaths ...

Nairgo shook his head, who knows who their chief is, it can't be an ogre.

Nairgo continued forward, ready to search for the remnants of the taunting orcs.

Sou.

Nairgo suddenly reached out and grabbed the dagger that was flying towards him.

"Huh. Nairgo shook his head, "This dagger is a little too off-the-beaten." "

Hahahahahaha

Nairgo frowned, this voice was a little hoarse, the key was why this laugh was so perverted.