Chapter 628 3. Orcs and Insects

The civilization of the orcs is rough, just like the roughest and strongest rocks honed by the wind on the prairie, no matter which world they live in, they will not be broken by any ordeal.

At the first sight of these warriors who advocate fighting and glory, you will feel fear and inaccessibility, but after you really become friends with orcs, they will be your most trusted comrades in arms, and you can rest assured them.

And the banquet of the orcs is rough, these muscular men will not do some messy tricks like the gentle nobles of the empire, eating meat and drinking in big bowls is their romance, the delicacy hunted by hunters, fisherman The freshest fish caught by the orcs, as well as the traditional barbecue aroma of the orcs, the wine brewing that is as spicy as a knife, those gifts from nature, let the orcs live in abundance on this barren land.. . Of course, not in monetary terms.

And now, although several chiefs are scattered in the wilderness of Azshara, the barren land, and Ashenvale to oversee the battle, they heard that the envoys of the Blightcaller have arrived, and the trolls and tauren have also sent representatives. After the footsteps of Agamaggan, the demigod of the wilderness, appeared on the highlands, this new organization that only recently appeared in the world has already attracted the attention of all forces.

All parties are eager to determine their system, their beliefs, and their purpose... most importantly, whether this new druid sect will be an enemy or a friend.

Under the influence of various factors, this banquet appeared to be very simple and substantial, so that the envoys who came here ate almost from noon to evening.

Of course, the more important reason is that Ms. Moyana accidentally discovered some "creative materials" during this banquet.

That is the representative of the Bloodhoof Tauren from the Mulgore Plains, that is the close comrade-in-arms of the Tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof, an elder named Hamuul Runetotem, this old Tauren People were very interested in the druid spells of the Blightcaller, and Myana also noticed a powerful natural talent in the rune totem.

The tauren, who had never been exposed to the way of druids before, learned the basic natural spells in less than 10 minutes... When the light of rejuvenation lit up on the huge palm of the tauren , even Tandred, who was slightly drunk, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You will definitely become a qualified druid."

The Patriarch held a wooden cup filled with sweet fruit wine, and she raised the cup to Elder Hamuul:

"As long as you want, the Blightcaller can accept you and your followers at any time. The knowledge of the way of nature should belong to all living beings in Azeroth. We will not be closed and obsessed with the dark night like the Cenarion Council Fellow elves, even though I am also a member of the night elves, I am more willing to pass on this knowledge to a gifted elder like you."

And the tauren elder Hamuul Runetotem was also very happy. He dispersed the warm light in his palm, then gulped down the wine in the glass, and said to Moyana in a simple and honest tone of the tauren:

"To be honest, I went to Moonglade alone. Unfortunately, I didn't meet the leaders of the Cenarion Council that time. Maybe... Maybe it's like you said, Ms. Myana, the Blightcaller Sect, It is the destination of the tauren's natural way."

"I am actually very willing to join the Blightcaller and learn the knowledge that nature bestows on us... But please forgive me, I must ask Kane for permission first. The Bloodhoof Tauren has just settled down in Thunder Bluff. We still have Lots of things to do."

"oh?"

The orc chief who was sitting on the side rolled his eyes when he heard Hamuul's words, and said to Myana:

"Your Excellency the Patriarch, maybe you know too little about us. In short, we orcs also have many gangsters who are willing to follow the way of nature. I don't know..."

"We welcome all who will uphold nature's ways! Warchief."

The great patriarch Moyana heard the strings and knew the elegant meaning. She raised her glass to the chief, and in the brightly lit hall of the fortress, she said in a deep voice:

"The Blightcaller has humans, elves, elves, and wild boars. We welcome all life that is willing to join it. Of course, we strictly abide by neutrality. I must emphasize this point, especially after experiencing misunderstandings with the human empire. After that... I must inform you in advance that in the battle between life and death, we firmly abide by neutrality, and in our teachings, the two are different manifestations of the same concept."

"It doesn't matter!"

The great chief doesn't care about these things, he wants to see the overall strength of the tribe improve. What's more, even if he sticks to neutrality, this wave of manipulating the tribe will not lose money. The druids' adjustment of the land and the natural environment is Aize Lars is the best among all professions. Once the orcs have their own druids, the barren land of Durotar may be able to usher in a wave of new life.

But just when the great chief was about to say something more, a strange scream suddenly sounded in the city of Orgrimmar under the night. What sounded was the alarm bell that sounded throughout the city and the angry roar of the orc warriors. This made everyone's eyes turn to the outside of the hall. In the night, there was a flash of blood in the sky that day. weird figure.

At this moment, Chaldea, who had been silently tasting the fruit wine, flashed a gleam in his eyes.

He knows... The good show, designed and arranged by him, has begun!

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"Bring it down! Bane!"

Dranosh, who was patrolling the city with his soldiers, hid behind the boulders on the side of the street. This brave orc warrior stared angrily at the strange shadow roaring in the sky. It looked like a human being, with a slender body, but There are thin and thin wings like bees behind them. Those wings look light like cicada wings, but in fact they are as strong and sharp as sharp blades.

Dranosh looked at the corpse of the orc soldier under his feet. This unlucky bastard was cut into four pieces by the whistling blade wings when the monster attacked.

In the low sky near Grommash Fortress in Orgrimmar City, these weird guys who suddenly appeared were rampant killing around, and the orc guards who were caught off guard had already been beheaded by more than a dozen of them during their rapid passage like phantoms. indivual.

In the roar of Dranosh, the tauren warrior who was patrolling with him, Bane Bloodhoof, who was learning martial arts in Orgrimmar City, panted heavily, and set the black steam burst machine gun on his back. Above the stone, this thing is a weapon bought by the tauren from the kingdom of Stormgard. It is expensive but powerful.

The moment Bane aimed at the black shadow in the sky and pulled the trigger, a roar like thunder sounded in the night sky, and the storm of bullets mixed with Geguang bullets rushed into the sky in the dark night, never touching such a thing. Caught off guard, the high-ranking insectoid warriors with firearms were hit several times by the storm of bullets sweeping across the sky.

The carapace on the bodies of these insect-men whose evolution direction is high-speed movement and assassination is not enough to resist the bullets of machine guns, but the strong vitality of the insect-men allows their bodies to tremble tremblingly even after being pierced by bullets. The wings on the back are hovering in the air with difficulty.

"Roar!"

A roar sounded from the darkness behind the Bugman, and seized the opportunity created by Bane. Dranosh held a black battle ax in one hand, stepped on the surrounding walls, and rushed into the low altitude within a few jumps. Behind the wobbly bugger closest to him, the tomahawk in the young orc's hand streaked the air with a deadly gleam.

"puff"

Corrosive green blood was sprinkled everywhere from the sky, and the ugly human-like head full of bug-like tentacles was also chopped off and smashed to the ground.

"Whizzing"

The orc hunters scattered around also began to fight back with their longbows, coupled with the support of the orc warriors who rushed over urgently, the massacre of these dozen or so dark creatures was also stopped.

At this moment, Orgrim, the great chief of the tribe, rushed out of the hall with his heavy warhammer. The deadliest hunter in the dark finally found his target. Amidst howling winds, a high-level bugger that was bigger than other buggers rushed out from its hiding place, and the four behind it had metallic luster. His wings whizzed and slashed at the chieftain of the tribe... Chaldea behind him.

"careful!"

The Archbishop of Chaldea squinted his eyes. The moment the high-ranking bugman assassin appeared, he shouted and raised his right hand. Golden light burst out from his fingertips. As soon as he pushed Orgrim away, he Like sacrificing his life to help, he took the initiative to expose himself to the sharp blade of the bugman.

"puff"

The holy light shield that was erected hastily was not enough to resist the sharp blade wings of this high-level bugman assassin. Chaldea's body seemed to have been hacked by more than a dozen knives in an instant, and his robe was broken into pieces. In between, there was still blood escaping from the wound, but it was not fatal.

And the bugman assassin saw that he had hacked the mission target, and it let out a sharp hiss in excitement, and the blood-stained blade wings on its back rotated here, and two worm-like limbs appeared in its hands. Strange long whip, it wants to follow the order of the "god" of the Qiraji, and completely kill this damned heretic.

But in the eyes of others, the attack of this dangerous worm assassin was originally aimed at Orgrim, and the archbishop of Chaldea was the one who sacrificed his life to save him. In front of so many strong people present, this worm People still want to make up for the pastor who sacrificed his life to save others.

This is obviously intolerable.

"boom"

A muffled gunshot opened the prelude to the counterattack. The special bullet from the gun made by the master in Tenred's hand hit the carapace of the bugman assassin, and a small flame exploded in an instant, killing the bugman. Forced to retreat, he drew out his sword and stood beside Chaldea who fell to the ground. In front of him, the orc chief who was pushed away by Chaldea was holding a warhammer. The eyes of this once powerful warrior were red.

"On my territory, I hurt my guests!"

Orgrim held the heavy Hammer of Doom in one hand, and the blood-red fury wrapped around his body. Coupled with the natural berserk power of the orcs, Orgrim's body seemed to swell in the dark night. After making a full circle, he roared and slammed his hammer at the screaming bugman assassin in front of him, and precisely hit the sharp blade and wing that was swung behind the bugman's back.

Amidst the sparks flying, this assassin-oriented and agile bugman assassin was knocked back several steps, and the sturdy wings on its back were bent backwards, apparently temporarily losing the ability to fly, and those The orc warriors defending the great chief rushed from all around, and surrounded the insectoid assassin, who was as tall as two people, in front of Grommash Fortress.

In the light of the flames, everyone also saw clearly the true face of the attacker...

This is a weird guy, its figure is very similar to that of a human, but the twisted green limbs protruding like horns on its shoulders represent its identity. It is wearing a strange white robe and a white mask. It looks like a cult-like clergyman, but the ugly yellow eyes exposed under the mask represent its dark and cunning heart.

And the feet under the legs...that's not feet at all, but a disgusting structure similar to insect claws.

This is a monster!

Only a weird civilization like the Qiraji can produce such a disgusting monster!

"Bah! Monster!"

Tenrad held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. He looked at the disgusting and dangerous life in front of him. The young warrior was eager to rush to fight, but was stopped by the stern-faced patriarch Moyana.

"I, recognize it!"

The Patriarch held the thornwood cane in her hand, she took a step forward, staring at the monster assassin, she said in a deep voice:

"The lesser warlord of the Qiraji... Saratur! High Priest Manuel and her ambassadors were killed thousands of years ago by you and your assassins, my poor Vastann Your death in battle is also related to you, this may be a fateful encounter..."

As she spoke, the Patriarch turned her head and looked at the chief beside her, and said:

"Can you give it to me? Chief, there is some... grievance between me and it."

"certainly."

Although the great chief wished to behead the insectoid assassin who almost killed the human archbishop in his territory and caused big trouble for the orcs, but since Ms. Myana asked for it, let her.

By the way, you can also take a look at the combat effectiveness of the powerful ones in the Blightcaller Druid.

Seeing Moyana walk into the battle circle, a trace of contempt flashed in the ugly yellow eyes of the worm sub-lord. It scratched its neck with its worm-like limbs. This malicious move made Zhan Others around the circle couldn't help but clenched their weapons.

Obviously, this bug is very confident in its own fighting power.

"Thousands of years ago, I was powerless to protect you..."

The dense green light entwined around Moyana's slender body, she stared at the insect lord in front of her, and said word by word:

"Thousands of years later, I will personally... avenge you!"

"hum"

After a soft sound, everyone around the battle circle took a step back in unison. Even the fearless Great Chief held the hammer in his hand. In front of their eyes, opposite the insect lord, Mo Ya What Patriarch Na changed was not the traditional bear, cheetah or owl beast of the druids, but a more terrifying beast.

One is more than 5 meters long, covered with thick carapace and wooden armor, has two sharp long claws that are divided into gold and broken jade, exuding metallic luster, and a tail spike that is so sharp that it makes the scalp numb. ...

Nightmare scorpion!