Chapter 160 The Dream of the Evergreen Forest Is Tempting, but the Beauty Is Out of Reach.

Gorgeous, so gorgeous.

The raging fire burned on all plants and woodland, burning all plant civilization to ashes.

Since the beginning of the creation of the Titans, no creature, whether it is the giant Grond or his descendant the djinn, can completely eliminate the threat of plants. Since the birth of the spore community, although the Evergreen Woodland has been destroyed in the hands of the djinn and the arakkoa, it has never been No one has been able to truly destroy this sacred place of plants. It seems that plants should really be destroyed until the destruction of the world, just as Aggramar predicted.

But the glorious era will always pass. In the rain of fire from the Horde army, the fireballs fell like raindrops on the plants in the Evergreen Woodland, causing effects beyond everyone's imagination. Even the natural spirit of Draenor itself was here. Help the Horde army.

The fireballs fell one after another, not only burning the plants, but also giving birth to fire elemental creatures among them. They rolled with flames and violently ignited any plant they saw with the flames. It was inevitable that there would be no plants in the Yongmao Woodland.

They want to dye this place red with fire.

"Burn, burn!" Kaz screamed. Just like her title, Kaz was venting her emotions while looking at the tragic situation of these plants that once brought her clan to the brink of destruction.

She took an archer's longbow, lit a flame on the arrow, and shot an arrow into the forest.

But soon, a horn sounded, which was Nergo's military order, and the troops retreated again.

Kaz didn't understand why he had to retreat. Everyone didn't understand it. Only a few people knew it.

"The big one is coming." Nergo looked calmly into the depths of the forest.

He didn't believe that the original Jing Beast could hide itself under such circumstances.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

The original Ancestral Jing Beast could not last long in the face of the tribe's firepower, but he did not want unnecessary casualties.

The poison and parasitism of the original thorn beast are still too deadly for ordinary soldiers.

"What's the big one?" Kargas asked hurriedly: "The original thorn beast?"

"Yes, that's the thing." Nergo laughed twice, "I'm waiting for you to bring his head back to me."

Kargas blushed a little, but soon, his face showed a fierce look, "Then just wait for me, I will kill him within 99 seconds."

After saying that, Kargas stared straight ahead, waiting for the original thorn beast to show its head.

"He can't win." Ner'zhul approached Nergo and whispered with magic: "The elements told me that the guy inside is a strong enemy."

Kargas is too strong, although among the "Seven Heroes" at this moment, Kargas is almost the weakest one.

ps: The Seven Heroes are the seven powerful orcs in Draenor in the original plot, including Grommash, Blackhand, and Gul'dan, but currently it seems that Nergo has replaced Gul'dan.

But Kargas will not accept his fate. He has never accepted his fate since the day he became a gladiator.

"I will give him this opportunity to perform." Nergo knew that the current version of Kargath was a bit behind, not to mention Ner'zhul, who had full elemental affinity, and even Kilrogg, who had the blood ring secret technique, was a bit behind. He can't compare, but he will find ways to make him stronger.

A dark shadow quickly flashed across the forest in the distance, followed by rising dust, briefly covering the vision of several people.

Coming.

The hearts of the orc chiefs were beating excitedly. This represented that the strongest combat power of plants outside of Flanlon was about to appear in front of them.

When the green centaur-like plant, which was as huge as Magalon, appeared, Ner'zhul almost forgot what he was going to say.

Although they knew that the next scene would be spectacular, and they would see Magolon's ancient enemy, everyone present was still shocked.

"Is this monster a god?" someone said.

"God? If he really is a god, let us unite and take off his head." Fenris snorted coldly. More than one Magolon died in the hands of his clan. Does the original thorn beast also deserve to be called a god?

"That's right." Nergo nodded immediately, "lok-tar, ogar."

At first it was him alone, and then everyone. Looking at the giant beast in front of them, the orcs who came back to their senses shouted an angry war cry.

Nergo took the lead, and violent lightning continuously bombarded the original thorn beast Yanu.

The same happened to Yanu. Seeing the tragic situation in the surrounding forest, he was furious and slammed the ground, creating a shamanic earthquake effect. The earth created cracks and was about to bury everyone.

At the critical moment, Ner'zhul summoned a whirlwind, dragging everyone in the air except Nergo.

"Let me do it." Nergo took over from Ner'zhul. Ner'zhul was not an Ascendant and was not as handy as him.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, a green light flashed on Yanu's body, and the dead branches and leaves around him revived to form seedlings and flowers.

Breath, venom.

These brand-new plants launched a fierce attack on the orcs in mid-air.

Ner'zhul half-squinted his eyes. As a chopper team, none of them could be said to be resistant to damage. The only treatment was the guest appearance of his shaman.

"Purification."

"Riptide."

"Healing Surge."

Ner'zhul simply wished he had a few more hands and mouths. He was poisoned here and needed to be purified, and he was injured there and needed to be treated.

"Why isn't Velen here?" Ner'zhul asked what he had always wanted to ask. "And where is Taron'gor? Where has he gone?"

Ner’zhul and the genius of the Shadowmoon clan can be said to be old acquaintances. That’s why he asked why he was the only healer. How could such a large dungeon be handled with only one healer?

“Just bear with it and it will pass.” Blackhand answered in a muffled voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped down and smashed the ground with a hammer. The dark hand with various spells attached to it was simply a monster-clearing artifact. He charged forward, and the dark hand in his hand could ignite a piece of it with a wave, turning the plants into ashes and never reviving again.

“You can bear it, but I can’t.” Even though Ner’zhul was old, he couldn’t stand this treatment. Looking around, who else was there?

Blackhand was madly attacking in front, Grommash jumped and slashed when he found an opportunity, Iron Wolf and Kargath were madly repairing Yalnu’s feet...

He looked back and found that he was the only one still behind, even Mal’gok...

Wait, where is Mal’gok?

It turned out that this two-headed ogre was standing farther away than him. It’s true that there is always someone stronger than the strong, and there are always people behind the capable.

Ner'zhul looked at him with disdain. How could he be more afraid of death than an old man like him?

There is no magic soul.

Ner'zhul sighed, "Sometimes it is the shaman who saves the world."

He cast a spell silently, and healing spells appeared in his hands one by one.

Especially Ka'gath, who was the one he focused on.

A stream of cold water poured down his flowing long hair, and Ka'gath felt that his injuries had improved a lot. Ka'gath, who had just been kicked away by Yanu, climbed up from the ground and shouted to Nergo: "How long has it been?"

Nergo threw lightning frantically and answered him: "If it was someone else, I would tell him that it had been a long time, but if it was you, I would say it had just begun."

"Then treat it as just the beginning!" Ka'gath spat, and the anger in his heart continued to surge. He could not accept his incompetence, and he would not become a burden to the tribe.

With this mentality, he rushed towards Yanu quickly with the speed he was proud of.

He avoided the breath and resisted the poisonous fog.

Ka'gath climbed on Janu's huge body.

Janu felt that this little thing was climbing on him. He wanted to shoot it down, but was attacked by others, so he had to deal with others first.

Ka'gath? He had already known this orc in the previous battle. He was very weak and could not hurt him at all.

Compared with him, the ogre's flame seemed more threatening.

But he didn't know that in this universe, orc warriors could sometimes really burst out miracles.

"Bloodlust!" Nergo shouted hurriedly, and then Ka'gath's body flashed with light, but he was unaware of it.

He only knew that he was full of power and anger was rising. He swung his sickle, jumped down, jumped to the position of his eyes, and slashed fiercely, leaving a crack on Janu's face.

"Quick, Pyroblast!"

Everyone was casting spells on this wound, Nergo's summoned lightning, Ner'zhul's lava burst, and Mal'gok's Pyroblast.

Spell after spell made Yanu wail. When did the glory of the Evergrove end? When Yanu walked out of the jungle, did he see the ending at this moment?

In any case, Yanu has now completely fallen under the power of the tribe.

The dream of the Evergrove is tempting, but the beauty is out of reach.