Titan Tour of Azeroth

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The deep and long horn sound resounded through the vast expanse of snow.

A team of white fur beasts ran wildly in the snowy field at the moment. The silver-white hairs and the sky-goose feather snow merged into one. These beasts are about one meter tall, like a calf.

The orcs on the back of the Frostwolf have brown skin, and they are all bursting with muscles. Between the ice and snow, each orc wears only a simple leather armor, and the shoulders on both sides are decorated with various beasts. A bone, with a rough face inserted behind it, a leather flag dancing in the wind, embroidered with a silver-white wolf head.

The head of the orc leader was wearing a complete set of frost wolf skin. The wolf head almost covered his half of the face. Two sharp fangs bent upwards protruded from the mouth. The frost wolf mount underneath was more frost. The wolf is several times bigger.

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An orc in the team blew the desolate horn in his hand again, and the melodious horn lingered on the ancient snowfield of Frostfire Ridge for a long time.

In front of the snowfield, another team of wolf cavalry came to meet them. The wolf under their crotch was pure black, and the orcs on their backs were much taller than their compatriots of the Frostwolf clan.

This orc team has only a huge black flag with a black sledge hammer on it.

The two teams of cavalry stopped at a distance of more than ten meters, and the orcs leading the two sides turned down the wolf and hugged them fiercely.

"Hahahaha, Durotan!"

"Long time no see, Orgrim."

Ogrim looked at the best friend in front of him. During this time, he had been feeling a bit heavy and relaxed a lot. He must be able to answer his doubts for his full stomach.

"Snow Song, long time no see." Orgrim strode to the frost wolf mount of his old friend Durotan and patted the giant she-wolf vigorously.

The female wolf stretched out her tongue and licked Orgrim's big hand.

"Go, back to the knife tower fortress, the banquet is already waiting for you, ha ha ha ha!"

The two turned the wolf again, and ran forward side by side. The two orc wolf cavalry joined together and followed closely behind the two leaders.

Knife Tower Fortress, this huge tower-shaped fortress stands in the middle of the snow field and was built in the mountains. The Frostwolf clan has lived in this majestic giant stone fortress for generations.

It was already approaching the evening, countless fires were looming, the cooking smoke slowly rose, and the orcs of the Frostwolf clan ended their day of hunting and fighting, sitting in their stone-built houses to eat meat and drink.

The screaming cold wind started to blow, the frost and fire ridge at night was extremely cold, and no one was willing to go out under the extreme cold.

In the hall at the highest point of the fortress, the orc generals sat around a huge bonfire. Loud laughter and conversation made the hall very noisy. Durotan and Orgrim sat in a corner and touched Touch the stone wine glasses in their hands.

"What's the matter, old friend, haven't you been busy organizing large-scale hunting in Nagrand Prairie at this time in previous years, why did you come to me this time?"

Ogrim faced his best friend, and he sullied the spirits in the glass, without concealing his worries.

"I am a bit worried, no ... I am very worried. Since Gul'dan and his Storm Marauder clan have shown his mysterious and terrifying power to other clans, the situation has gotten out of control ..." said , Orgrim sighed again.

"The number of warlocks began to increase a lot, but the shaman priests are getting fewer and fewer. I also understand that the power of warlocks is very powerful, but ..."

"However, the power of the warlock is full of weirdness, isn't it." Durotan took the words of his friend.

"The warlocks of the Storm Marauder clan have also come to me and showed their power. It is simply incredible ... In front of that power, I think that even the powerful Goron cannot resist ... But, I am also the same I saw that the force called evil energy turned everything into scorched earth and made no grass ... And that kind of force not only affects the land, but also affects the heart of the orc. "

Orgrim nodded fiercely when he heard the words, "But now Gul'dan's power is getting bigger and bigger, and many small clans have already judged him ... and you are right, the kind called evil energy The change caused by the power of the war is indeed the case. The Tanaan jungle where the Storm Predator Clan is located, a large area there has now completely changed its appearance, and the compatriots affected by the evil energy have also become a bit cruel, crazy, They have no idea what the honor is. "

"So your worries, old friend, are you worried that the orcs will fall due to evil energy?"

"No ... I don't know ... Now that the major clans have warlocks, hunting and fighting are indeed many times easier than before, and even the blackhand chiefs of our black stone clan have received the infusion of evil energy."

Durotan was silent for a while, then looked at the noisy fellow orcs in the hall.

"Leave it to time to decide, the ancestors will guide us, and now all I can do is to keep the Frostwolf clan to maintain its tradition and maintain the shamanic doctrine."

Shadow Moon Valley, Temple of Karapo.

The old body of Prophet Velen collapsed to the ground, cold sweat on his face, and his body was trembling.

Thurani, the soul-binder priest who was standing next to him, rushed up immediately, lifting the prophet on the ground.

"Prophet, what happened?"

Turani's voice is delicate and gentle, but at the moment more doubts.

"Disaster ... enough disaster for our draenei genocide, no ... I must seek guidance from the Holy Light."

Tulani heard the words immediately tense body, a burst of cold from the soles of the feet. . . Forehead, came up from the bottom of the hoof.

The prophet Wei Lun ’s prophecy is never wrong. It is so difficult for Moral Lenny that he has escaped the chase of his compatriots, and now the new disaster will come again.

"Yes, guidance ... I must continue to communicate with that voice. Those beings called Naru once told me how to cope, and now I have to learn more."

Nagrand prairie, the orc army that can't see at a glance is constantly gathering.

Many of them no longer have their original brown skin ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After drinking the blood of power, they replaced it with green skin, and some of the compatriots who drink too much have even changed to red skin There are sharp bone spurs growing behind, and their eyes are also full of red light, and the tyrannical look is unobstructed.

The past calmness, straightforwardness, and sense of honor seem to have gone away from them. At the moment of assembly, there are small things that are insignificant, and they want to riot murderous orcs.

But no one can succeed, because whenever this time, a green evil fire whip will hit them hard, causing bursts of crazy screaming.

Warlocks maintain the discipline of these orcs from different clans, and these orc warlocks have green skin, blood vessels on their arms bulge, and the blood inside seems to be contaminated by evil energy into green.

An unusually tall orc strode out of the tent and stood on the high platform.

His shoulders are decorated with two dragon-like skulls, two long sharp bones dragging behind, and his hands have become a pair of scary sharp claws, dark green evil energy Doped with them, like rocks covered by green sewage.

"Tribe! Quiet!" The roar of the Mafia Chief spread throughout the area.

"East! The draenei have lived on that land long enough! Now, the united tribes will get that land and kill their tribes!"

"Lok-tar! Lok-tarogar!" The wild cheers rang through the Nagrand grasslands.

Behind the black hand, Guldan, who completely concealed his face in the shadow of the black hood, looked at it quietly and smiled a few times.

A unified tribe is about to rise in the world of Draenor.