Chapter 432 Garona: He Wants to Sleep with Me

The night wind was blowing, and the fire was burning and crackling softly.

The two officers were already asleep, snoring lightly.

Two huge stone giants stood on both ends of the cliff road. Their huge bodies almost filled the three-meter-wide road. They patrolled around. Although they were a little dazed, their heavy and powerful bodies gave people an unusual sense of security. Let people sleep peacefully.

Anyang half-squinted his eyes, called out the last volume of the paper man puppet art, and pondered.

This is a puppet named Soldier. According to the description, its size should be about the same size as the blue-faced ghost, far less than the two kinds of paper yaksha, but it has a hard bow and arrow and a saber, because the swimming pool absorbed from the air With more scattered soul energy fragments, its intelligence will also be more outstanding.

Moreover, according to the difficulty of the incantation, the consumption of aura, the length of the spell, etc., its combat power should also be very strong!

The most important point is that although soldiers are evil, they are not afraid of sunlight and can be active during the day.

Anyang thought silently, probably because of these two points, the difficulty of making it.

The complexity of the soul absorption module has been strengthened to absorb more wandering soul power, and at the same time, it can be merged into a relatively smarter temporary intelligent soul, so that it can execute more complex commands and use weapons; a new spell module has been added. , mainly to resist the damage of the sun, and to provide enough yin and evil energy to be active during the day; maybe there are some others, but they are not very important, but the balance is enhanced...

At least according to his understanding.

The painful conversation between the few people next to them is still continuing, and it is still a topic that is not suitable for children.

Garona looked at Lothar and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you laughing at?"

Lothar turned her head left and right to look around, and finally stared at Garona in surprise, with a look of "are you talking about me?" in her blue eyes.

Garona frowned and said seriously: "I don't know how you humans survived doing such a thing. Without the protection of your muscles, your fragile bones will be broken under repeated impacts!"

Now even Khadgar couldn't help but laugh.

Lothar raised his brows: "You don't look much different from us, and you don't have strong muscles, so how did you survive?"

Khadgar also pretended to be very serious and said: "Magic tells me that everything is not absolute, thin people can be very strong muscles, and a small amount can hide strong power, just like a prophet, I saw his arm with my own eyes. When his muscles throbbed, he pulled the orc, making him unable to move, and I've seen him catch the warhammer thrown by the orc. Someone like a prophet should be able to withstand the impact of the impact, right?"

The little mage and the commander looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time.

Anyang opened his eyes slightly, looked helplessly at the two goods, and shook his head.

Whoever he provoked, was shot even while lying down!

Laugh, laugh, let's see if you can laugh later!

Anyang thought about it and closed his eyes again.

Everything was as he expected-

Garona calmly looked at the two who were holding back their laughter, then glanced at An Yang, who was lying half-lying and seemed to be resting, her eyes did not waver, and said, "Re-healing after a broken bone will make it stronger, such as mine, just very strong."

When she said this, there was no fluctuation in her tone, and it was very calm, as if she was narrating something that had nothing to do with her.

But the smiles on the faces of the two immediately stiffened. From these calm words, they seemed to have seen the painful experience that Garona had suffered. The pains again and again made her accustomed to it and made her numb. Say it with any emotion.

They could not understand and imagine it, so they could only face it in silence.

After a long time, Lothar lowered his head, glanced at Khadgar, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Khadgar also quickly apologized: "I'm sorry too."

The atmosphere around them seemed to suddenly become quiet and peaceful, and there was an inexplicable feeling spreading in the air.

"It's nothing." Garona said lightly, she was silent, "My name, Garona, means curse in the language of the orcs, my mother was burned alive for giving birth to me, so I have the ominous name."

"But they still let you live."

"Gul'dan kept me alive. He gave me my mother's teeth to remember her."

Lothar and Khadgar followed her hands and eyes, and saw a fang hanging from the rope around her neck, and the scars on her neck that had been pulled by force after wearing the collar for a long time. , but in the blink of an eye, she was covered with a thin blanket.

The corners of Anyang's eyes twitched silently, watching this rough pothole turn into an auditorium of affection and nostalgia!

It has also become an important place for the main characters of the human side to get closer to each other!

This atmosphere...

It really made him unable to concentrate on learning puppet art!

Khadgar stared at Garona, dazed and silent for a long time, he seemed to be infected by the atmosphere at this time, and said, "My parents handed me over to the Kirin Tor when I was six years old, this is the last time I have To see them, and... all my brothers and sisters."

As if afraid that they might not understand his feelings, he paused and explained: "Giving a child to the Kirin Tor brings honor to the family, many parents long for the opportunity to send their son to Dalaran. Floating city, get the training of the most powerful mage on this continent..."

"But if the kid runs away, that's not the case."

When he said this, Khadgar opened his mouth and smiled, his eyes and face were full of bitterness, and then he fell silent.

Lothar seemed to have some feelings, but in an instant he waved his hand and said, "Well, that sounds like a hipi!"

Garona looked at Anyang, who was dozing off to the side, and asked, "The Prophet, do you know what the little mage and I just said?"

Anyang opened his eyes with doubts in his eyes, but he nodded slowly: "Yes."

Garona said lightly: "I remember you said that you know more about me than I do, I didn't believe it at first, but now... I think, since you can know this, you can tell Who is my goddamn father?"

Anyang fell silent for a long time before he said, "You wouldn't want to know."

Garona insisted: "I ask you now, which means I want to know."

Anyang pursed his lips: "Well, I don't want you to know."

Garona looked at him deeply and stopped talking.

The night passed quickly, and the early morning light was the first to shine on the heights, but it was on the other side of the mountain, so they unfortunately passed the morning light.

After packing up, they ate some dry food for breakfast with clear water, and they were ready to set off again.

Anyang took a finger print and read a short syllable.

"Boom..."

The two huge stone giants collapsed with a bang, their bodies scattered and turned into two huge piles of rubble!

The dust was everywhere, and a lot of gravel fell under the cliff, and no echo was heard.

Anyang turned over and mounted the war horse, reminding him, "Don't be stunned, let's go!"

After going over the hillside, the way down the mountain is much faster, and the flat land after that is even faster, and soon arrives at the orc camp in the western wilderness.

They were looking for the highest point, standing side by side, surveying the orc camp below.

The trees in the distance have dried up and died, and there is no cyan in sight. Only the places that are not touched by the orcs are still alive. An entire densely packed tower and tents occupy the land. The red-topped orcs are strategically located, and A huge stone gate built in the distance.

"Dark Gate!"

Lothar's eyes were very solemn.

This stone gate with a height of tens of meters was built from local materials. It is not as delicate as the Arc de Triomphe, and the manufacturing is slightly rough, but there are many embossed patterns, which just fits the rough aesthetic of the orcs. A majestic feeling came over me.

Although it's not fully built yet.

Lothar pointed to the cages one after another on the edge: "These prisoners are the ones they are going to sacrifice?"

Anyang nodded: "Yes, they need human life as the energy of the Dark Gate to bring all the orcs over!"

Losa suddenly clenched his fists: "All!"

Garona said: "This is just a warband, and when the door opens, Gul'dan will bring the whole tribe over."

Khadgar sighed: "That was a catastrophe!"

Lothar slammed the ground with a punch and said, "We should really destroy this gate!"

Khadgar said regretfully: "But we can't pass through the heavily fortified orc camp, and even if we arrive by chance, we don't have the power to destroy this gate, only the guardians can do it, at least with our power. There is no way to destroy such a building."

Lothar was stunned, then suddenly turned to look at Anyang.

Well, at this time he began to trust Anyang again.

Anyang pursed his lips: "The long-range attack is the foundation of the mage."

Lothar glanced at Khadgar.

Khadgar hurriedly said: "I can control spells and fireballs, and arcane catapults, but I can't reach this far, and I can't destroy such a big thing."

He gestured with his hand the distance from here to the Dark Portal.

Lothar continued to stare at Anyang: "You have the ability to destroy it?"

"Small idea, but have you ever thought that if we destroy it once, they will build it up again."

"Then destroy it again!"

"Commander, your wisdom has been deceived. This is the only way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause."

"Then I will lead the army to fight them and kill them all!"

"You forgot, there were no orcs in Azeroth before, but they came anyway. So, regardless of whether Azeroth can win this war or not, even if you win, they will come a second time, The world of the orcs has been destroyed. They have no choice but to keep attacking Azeroth. If the source of the fel energy cannot be removed, they will keep opening the dark door and attack Azeroth again and again until Conquer and destroy this land!"

"Oh? Prophet, how do you think the source should be removed, you are a prophet, then I ask you to tell me what the source is!!!"

Anyang frowned, feeling that Lothar was a little violent at this time.

Could it be that Arathi's blood is so violent?

Before he could speak, there was a slight noise behind him, and two officers bent over and came up, waiting silently around.

At this moment, Anyang also noticed something abnormal, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Commander, don't you want to destroy this group of orcs, I hope you remember what I said to you before, now the opportunity has come. !"

Losar frowned and asked, "What?"

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