Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"You're so confident?" Sylvanas raised an eyebrow.

Who is Guldan's master? It was the Burning Legion, an organized and energetic gang that destroyed an unknown number of worlds.

Up to the Titan Pantheon, down to the ordinary planet, which one has not let them calamity?

Of course, for Sylvanas, the deepest impression of the Legion is undoubtedly Archimund the polluter.

Alone (demon), he destroyed Dalaran with a spell, and personally went to the continent of Kalimdor, almost shattering the world tree of the night elves.

"To be honest, there is no confidence." Nelgo is also outspoken, even fighting a newly trained Warlock Guldan can fight for his life, he is lying to say that he can kill the legion.

"It's really shameful honesty." Sylvanas said as she put one hand on her cheek and looked at him.

"Since you don't have confidence, you still dare to use them as prey?" Sylvanas asked curiously.

"How else? Watching the clansmen treat them as dogs? Nairgo scoffed, dogs are a good thing, he likes it too, but this dog can't be him.

He can raise dogs and train dogs, but he can't be a dog.

"Even if you lose, it's a big deal, and you die." Nairgo said casually.

It is a blessing to be able to live for more than ten years, what else does he pick? If there is a chance to lose his soul by luck after death, he can enter the Shadow Realm, and death will only be a new beginning for him.

"Then you're not afraid?" Sylvanas was curious, she had met many warriors who thought they were brave, and each of them had sworn that they were not afraid of death, that they could face everything calmly, and that they were not afraid of anything, but at that time they did not dare to die even the simplest of deaths.

She was curious, was Nairgo really not afraid?

"I'm afraid, who can not be afraid of death? Let's just say you, if you really die to the end, will you still hope that you will survive and enjoy the warmth of the world? Nairgo asked rhetorically.

Can be a person who wants to be a skeleton, drinking water must be spilled on the ground, meat through the mouth can not taste.

Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, but nodded anyway, after she also thought that if she managed to withstand the Alsatian attack and was still a living person, would her family and friends not see her like that.

"Look, you're afraid too." Nairgo smiled, "I'm just a mortal, I like to enjoy the cheers of others arrogantly, greedily want to take everything I want, naturally, I am also afraid of death."

He said, "But I am even more afraid of dying in obscurity in an unknown corner." "

That would only mean that you are a waste, and you can't wear it through the waste that doesn't matter."

"Compared to this, dying as a hero is not so difficult to accept." Speaking of this, he laughed, if he hadn't been a war song orc and a blood-ring orc, then he might have chosen to kill Kilrog and see what he saw before he died with one eye.

Will he be a hero?

Sylvanas nodded thoughtfully and did not speak.

"Okay, how about I go take a shower and then start class?" Nairgo asked.

Because the orcs did not light the technology tree of the bathhouse, there may be no orcs in the orc clan except for him and Durontan and Ogrim, at most, it is to play with water, so the vast majority of orcs have an unspeakable, refreshing, and unforgettable smell.

"Sooner or later, a bathhouse will be built in every village and town in Delano." Nairgo muttered.

Learning Rome has learned so much, and it is not worse than a bathhouse, and taking more baths is also good for the body, at least not to make this smelly.

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Spirit Fang, as the most capable Blade Tiger of the entire Blade Throat Clan, is also their worthy leader.

In an environment where the entire tribe can meet two spells, apprentices are top casters, and can show their might in hunting, Lingya has actually learned four spells like never before!

What is this concept? This belongs to a college student in a technical school, and a postdoctoral fellow in a driving school, which is really an old immortal put a serial p, quite extraordinary.

Originally, the Blade Throat tribe on this day should be the same as the previous Blade Throat tribe, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and go hunting and robbing without food, anyway, what they stand out is that a person is poor and rampant, except for the ogre's slave hunting team to catch slaves, generally no one is willing to take care of them.

The same was true of the Spirit Fang, who hid in the cave exclusive to the chief and yawned lazily.

The days were so calm, so calm that the big cat didn't feel any pressure from life, except for the news reported by the Blade Tiger Man below the other day that they had attacked the Delaney caravan.

Of course, this is not an arena, Delaney's caravan does not have Irel, and the Spirit Fang has no idea about those Delaney.

If you really grab something, then try it next time, if this thing is profitable, it will be normalized later.

If a few of his cubs die, let's die, anyway, these bladed tiger people can give birth to one more than one, and the next batch is more well-behaved.

The Spirit Fang is still as stable as Mount Tarzan.

But at this time his scout came and reported to him the very bad news, a group of warsong orcs with their hard labor had established a camp not far from the throat of the blade.

Lingya couldn't sit still at this moment.

So what is the War Song Clan? It was the notorious nomadic leader of Dranordu, even the Hanging Mallet Fort did not want to provoke them more, and now they have come here to set up a camp, what are they going to do?

Lingya felt that things were not quite good.

Maybe when the orcs will come in and shout lok-tar at his head.

Dispatch scouts, strengthen patrols, urgently train clan soldiers...

Lingya commanded everything he could think of.

However, it didn't work.

The scouts sent can only give vague information.

The patrolling Tiger Man is still scattered.

Training tribal soldiers? If they could be trained to understand it so simply, it wouldn't be like this.

In this team composed of Ah Dou with decaying wood and mud, Lingya can be said to be nervous.

However, at this time, the orcs that made the spirit teeth nervous did not move.

In the tents and caves, some orcs take out spirits and jerky to eat, some orcs are imagining their future life, and some are expecting shamans' spells to heal the red plague so that their families are safe and sound.

And what about their commanders? Nairgo is studying ogres at this time!

As for the Bladed Tiger Man, he has long been part of Fort Grobler in his heart, and he even has ideas about where the reserve is built.