Chapter 30 Wolf Hunt

In the first few years after crossing over, Nergo often fantasized about his own coming-of-age ceremony.

Was it hunting Talbuk alone like Durotan in the novel, or hunting a wind roc in a unique way?

Or hunting giant beasts like thunder elephants and cleft-hoofed bulls, which was unprecedented in history.

And now, on the morning of the second day after returning to the clan, Nergo has already set out to find his own prey.

Unlike in the past, this time he has no other orcs to help him, nor the protection of armor.

The coming-of-age ceremony only allows orcs to carry one weapon and not wear any armor.

Of course, there are loopholes to be found.

For example, hiding armor in advance in the wild where no one can find it.

With armor, the difficulty of the coming-of-age ceremony will instantly change from a five-man dungeon to a simple upgrade task.

Or prepare a dead prey early and smear its blood on your face during the coming-of-age ceremony.

After all, those shamans judge whether the ceremony is completed or not based on the blood on your face, and the smell of blood from a long-dead prey is no different from that of a newly killed prey.

"My glory is not cheating." Nergo snorted coldly. He might not be a good person, and he might even become a butcher in the future.

But at least, he didn't want to deceive himself.

He talked about glory and victory, but he was a poor guy who had to cheat even in the coming-of-age ceremony?

That was really...

Forgive Nergo for not being able to think of any adjectives for a while, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Walking along the road in front of the wooden gate of Grommash, Nergo saw the remains of many dead beasts and the Fengpeng feasting on them.

Nergo had no intention of disturbing these scavengers, and his hunting target was not these birds.

Harvalo, just northeast of Grommash, Nergo walked along the opened road for seven days and nights. If he didn't have a magic pocket, he would have run out of food long ago.

But Nergo's goal was not the garrison of the Fire Blade Clan, but the highlands near their clan.

A place called Hemet's Happy Hunting Ground in the 6.0 parallel world. There are often hunters for a living, or clan warriors leading young men to hunt wild animals here, and the wild animals here still maintain a considerable number, whether it is the black wild wolf known as the wanderer of Nagrand, or their enemy Fengpeng, and the leisurely Talbuk sheep.

As long as Nergo wants, he can find the most suitable prey for him here.

Don't ask why he needs to go so far, because there are the most types of prey here. The prey near home either does not meet his requirements or is too strong for him to take action.

Nergo approached the highland and looked up. Not surprisingly, this is his destination.

On the highland, wild animals of different sizes and types live together, and occasionally you can find their traces on the mountain road, their excrement, bloodstains left by wild animals killed by wild wolves, and bark gnawed by Talbuk sheep...

Nergo took a deep breath and smelled the smell in the air carefully.

As orcs, they naturally have an extremely keen sense of smell. With the help of this sense of smell, orcs don't even need to see the enemy clearly in night battles, they just need to smell their scent.

Nergo looked at the sky that was about to set, and he decided to complete his hunt tonight.

"Hmm?" Nergo suddenly smelled something. He ran to an open space and suddenly found the feces of wild wolves!

Not far away.

The War Song Clan often regarded themselves as wolves. Why not use the blood of these guys for his adult ceremony? The blood of these wolves will be the proof of his adulthood!

Nergo followed the traces and the smell of the wolf pack and moved forward steadily.

When approaching a cliff, Nergo found them.

"What a ferocious creature." Nergo thought to himself.

At this time, Nergo was hiding behind a big tree and quietly poked his head out to look around.

As he expected, these black wolves were the notorious Nagrand Wanderers. Like their relatives in Frostfire Ridge, these wolf packs were at the top of the beast food chain in the entire Draenor.

Nergo simply counted and found that there were at least five wolves in this pack.

Perhaps they were all a family?

And the most important thing was that this pack of wolves was fighting with other beasts.

"God-given opportunity." Nergo muttered to himself. He picked up the axe and was ready to rush out and kill a black wolf at any time, then take away its body when it was not paying attention, and then eat the raw meat.

He observed the battle between the wolf pack and the wind roc.

The claws of the wind roc were highly poisonous, and this effect, which was called the infected claws in the game, was proof of this.

But the wolf pack was not easy to mess with. They were united and knew how to cooperate.

For a while, the two were evenly matched.

Watching the shadows getting longer and longer as the sun set, Nergo became a little impatient. He was already very hungry and couldn't wait to taste the wolf meat.

Now, if he were a warrior, what he would have to think about now is how to hide himself, sneak up, and then kill with a fatal blow, and finally find a way to get away.

However, Nergo took a deep breath and stood up, looking at the place where the battle was taking place again, "I am a shaman..."

"Is the elemental spirit here?" Nergo felt the elemental spirit's eagerness and immediately issued an order, "Lightning Arrow!"

Looking at the prey that was struck by lightning and wailing, Nergo roared and jumped out from behind the tree.

Awooo!!!

The wolves roared, but Nergo was not afraid. With a gust of wind, he rushed into the battlefield quickly under the push of the wind element.

Nergo couldn't help but grin. He raised his axe and chopped hard.

The wind elements around him seemed to help him complete the beheading. The axe he had carefully polished was extremely sharp. It cut through the neck of the beast protected by thick fur.

It was like cutting a piece of cooked meat.

Blood spurted out, and the bright red sticky liquid splashed all over Nergo. He smiled, but it was extremely hideous.

It was part of the ritual to stain the body with the blood of the prey killed independently for the first time. Now his ritual was completed. The blood of the wolf not only flowed in his body, but also on his surface.

At this moment, he was even more like a wolf than those wolves.

A bloodthirsty Nagrand wolf wearing orc skin.

In front of the more powerful wolf, these beasts began to hesitate. They knew that the companion who was attacked could no longer survive.

And the lightning controlled by Nergo also aroused fear in their hearts.

Nergo sneered, "Beasts are beasts!"

He picked up the wolf's body and began to move, retreat, turn around, and run.