Stratholme God

  Chapter 66 Who put the dung fork here

  In the dark night, the smell of sin floats over.

   Smelling the smell of meat in the air in his camp, many orcs were both appetizing and cursing.

  Because this is the fragrance of 【Dry Roasted Wolf Kebab】.

   The method is two servings of wolf ribs and one serving of special seasoning of Stormwind City...

  In the night wind, a group of **** roasted wolf meat, sang songs, and even had beer, so don't be too depraved.

  【Three high-voltage lines】: "Roast wolf meat! I like to eat-"

Opposite to   , that little clan of orcs named Beifeng, who did not even have a name in history, dared not come out in the middle of the night to hunt down those hateful humans.

   Strangely, the orcs of this clan are generally night blind.

   It’s not that they never sent Wargs out to find enemies on their own, but the Wargs that went out were turned into wolf steaks.

   The despicableness and shamelessness of the opposite human is completely beyond the imagination of these simple orcs.

All kinds of traps that have never been heard of, and what kind of animal traps are already pediatrics: such as poisoning in the stomach of a live rabbit, after the wolf eats it, it will die alive; When the poisonous mist came out, the wolf was attacked as soon as it smelled it.

   Then, the most shameful thing was that a Warg defected.

   Looking at the wargs who were ridden by humans with their tails tucked, the orcs felt that it was a shame for the tribe!

  This is near the camp.

  【Lazy】The Warg, who lowered his brows and pleasing to the eye, shouted like a little aggrieved daughter-in-law, "Erha! Hand!"

   This grey-furred wolf, who was obviously much taller than the human in front of him, obediently handed out his claws, and then timidly looked at his companion who was still being slaughtered not far away, and shivered a little while listening to his dying cry.

   Well, it is difficult for a wolf to be born!

   In fact, wolves and dogs are one species, and they do not even have reproductive isolation from each other.

  When a wolf becomes a habit, it becomes a dog.

  Worg...as should be the case (manually funny)!

  Humans approached the orc camp within 100 meters at night, but the orcs had nothing to do.

   The orcs and wolves who went out at night did not come back!

   And after the bounty hunters led by the player successfully suppressed the tribe's nocturnal activities, Grian Stallman's men moved.

   That night, it seemed to be as deadly as ever, but who knew that, less than 100 meters from the camp, there were countless flickering firelights.

   That's a bunch of... rockets!

   As we all know, how weak Mao is!

  Whether it's a fluffy warg, an orc with slightly longer body hair and likes to wear animal skins, or a wooden camp, all of which are very weak.

   This weakness cannot be removed until one learns to coat the camp fence with plaster.

  When more than a thousand rockets land on the flammable camp, the end is doomed.

"what!"

   "Fire! Fire!"

  The wolf in the wolf circle howled and roared, twisting his body desperately, instinctively trying to escape from this flaming hell. They wailed at their masters, only to find that their masters were also covered in flames, desperately rolling on the ground.

  The cherished fur of the orcs has become the death sticker of the messenger of the underworld. The skeletons of large prey they collected became stumbling traps, preventing them from escaping.

  The whole camp was a sea of ​​fire. The worst thing was that in order to avoid the harassment of the murlocs, the camp was quite far from the water source, and it was impossible to put out the fire.

   The orcs who finally rushed out of the camp gate were shot by crossbow arrows again.

  【Grandpa Bear's old schoolbag】: "Kill the duck!"

  【Scarlet Jade】: "Quanjude expresses a thumbs up!"

  【Scrap Ah】: "Push the duck!"

  【Summer Witch】: "Wait, what did the duck do wrong, you have to rush the duck?"

   That's right, the sand sculpture player's battle is so easy to distort the style.

   Looking at the half-burned orc, the victory of mankind came naturally.

   On the night of October 12, the first year of the Dark Portal, a full seven orc clans were removed from the tribe, and eight clans were crippled.

   Although they were all small clans with less than a thousand members, they still caused quite a stir in the tribe.

   Perhaps the only luck is that the orcs set up camps in clan units, which did not cause a real burning camp.

All the luck of   Lothar ended with a heavy snowfall the next day.

   A super cold current from the direction of Ironforge crossed the channel and brought goose feather snow.

  When the white snow covered the Elwynn Forest, the human guerrilla warfare was suddenly hit hard.

  Snow has made humans lose the opportunity to easily cover up their footprints. The key is that most of the rivers are frozen, and the ice layer is more than 40 cm thick.

While the    Murloc was abolished, it also made the Frostwolf clan shine.

  【Green Brown】: "Fuck! Is there snow in Elwynn Forest?"

  【Me with embarrassed face】: "Nima! Frostwolf fought for Mao!?"

  【Ding-Dong is a ⑨】: "This is different from the history we know!"

  【10,000 Years Snake Skin】: "Could it be that the door of darkness opened, affecting the environment and bringing El Nilo climate."

  【A Pinch of Small Worlds】: "Fart! How come there is so much astronomy in this world!"

   Not to mention the people of Stormwind Kingdom, even the players are confused.

  Without the scorching heat, the Frostwolf who grew up in the cold snowfield is no longer a sick Erha, and has become a truly terrifying cavalry.

  More than 3,000 wolf cavalrymen are running around the world with humans.

   In the snow with a thickness of more than half a meter, the horses are obviously not as thick as the fleshy palms, and they are almost like frost wolves flying on the snow.

  If you can put the camera in the sky and look down, you will see that the front line of more than 50 kilometers is full of human beings who are being chased and driven north.

  In the military camp in Shining Gold Town, Lothar made a cruel decision, looking at the girl in red in front of him.

  [Burning Xiao] stared at Lothar: "Do you hope that the Trident Legion will take the initiative to attack and crucify the wolf cavalry in exchange for the safe evacuation of other troops?"

"If it was a change of troops, I would never make such a request, even if it was a militia group of 10,000 people, I wouldn't change it. But at this time, there is a refugee group of 5,000 people in the southeast of Shining Gold Town. ..." Lothar didn't dare to look her in the eye, he lowered his head deeply and sighed: "I know this is a very selfish request, and you have no obligation to help Stormwind Kingdom to this point..."

   "Understood." Without any extra words, the girl just took on a mission that was almost mortal.

  Lothar felt a little lost. He followed the girl's footsteps and walked out of the headquarters, only to see the girl raise her hand and gently greet him with a word he did not understand.

   That's in Chinese: "Hi! Brothers, the month of January has come."

  No nonsense, the trident soldiers who were lazily scattered throughout the camp like **** with tattered armor and felt like a group of deserters suddenly had a smile on their faces.

   That is the smile that knows his destiny!

   That is the smile of generosity to die!

   Hundreds of thousands of soldiers along the entire line of defense are discussing who will be the troop that will respond.

   Now, there is an answer.

  The soldiers were suddenly moved!

   They thought that this already good enough guest army would not take on such a cruel task.

not at all!

   They hummed a song like this, carried their big swords, and sauntered out of the camp gate, all the way to the east.

  Three hours later, watching the sparsely rolled back comrades, and then watching the firelight rising into the sky ten kilometers away, I don't know how many storm soldiers left tears of sadness.

   "They are heroes..." Bolvar tapped Anduin Lothar on the shoulder.

   "Yeah. But as the commander-in-chief, my daily duty is to send the right soldiers to the right places to die." Having said that, there was already moisture in the corners of Koloza's eyes.

  …

Many years later, when a fiery red girl and a group of ruffians strolled to the First Dark Portal War Memorial Cemetery outside Stormwind City, they saw an epic weapon [Shadow Strike] in the shape of a trident inserted into the [Shadow Strike]. In front of the tombstone of Trident Cemetery, the girl and the crowd suddenly yelled.

   "Who the **** came out and put the dung fork in here!?"

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