Chapter 51 A Mysterious Woman Usually Means the Beginning of Trouble

"Ah! Ha!"

The monster's roar made Nergo more alert. His eyes, which had been lowered, immediately became as sharp as an eagle. He held the axe tightly in his hand and prepared for the battle.

In this sacred place, there are monsters that dare to act presumptuously?

The monster gradually approached, and a meaningless roar came out of its mouth.

Nergo recognized him, the White Ghost Orc.

"A mouse that can only hide underground is worthy of coming out of the ground? Or in the Holy Mountain." Nergo was quite disdainful. What? Is it worthy of showing off its teeth?

The White Ghost Orcs were skinny. Compared with normal orcs, they were almost so thin that you could see the bones. These zombie-like brutal creatures showed their nature as soon as they saw Nergo.

He waved his arms randomly, and Nergo, who had good eyesight, also saw the evil power entangled in it.

The ominous purple light shone on it, and he opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Nergo didn't want to be bitten by such a monster. Who knows if they can infect him like zombies.

Even if they can't infect him, this disgusting thing is enough to keep him away.

Boom!

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky at night, and the wind element in the air immediately hovered over his axe, drawing a series of lightning in the air.

Sprinting down from the top of the mountain, with a strong swing of the battle axe, one of the arms of the white ghost orc was easily cut off.

Sylvanas frowned slightly, "Is the combat power of this thing so weak?"

Chromie couldn't explain too much. He was usually responsible for the timeline of Azeroth, and he was not too familiar with the customs and customs of Draenor.

Is this a win? Thinking of this, Nergo couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

A mocking smile.

However, since he was related to the void, one of the forces, the white ghost orcs were naturally not such an easy target to deal with.

A cold spell with crazy whispers was released from his broken arm. When Nergo faced this spell, it was as if he felt a greeting from the evil god outside the universe.

In other words, this is simply the energy of the most evil magic.

Although his destructive power may not be strong, it may even seem weaker than the secondary powers of earth, fire, water and wind.

But this does not mean that he is harmless to humans and animals.

Bewitching people's hearts, making people fall into madness, corroding and transforming, this is the terrible thing about the power of the void.

For a while, some whispers began to appear in Nergo's heart. These whispers were very small but could not be ignored.

He wanted to hear what it was saying but couldn't hear it clearly.

In a hurry, Nergo beat his war drum. The war drum made of the ogre's head was made into a drum with bloodthirsty magic effect according to the clan tradition. When he beat it, the effect of bloodthirsty magic was activated, and the anger in his heart resisted the madness from the void magic to a certain extent.

But the crisis was not over yet. The purple ball was about to hit his face. Nergo jumped up and narrowly avoided it. A closer look showed that the spell disappeared quietly when it hit the ground, as if it had never been there.

"When are you going to help him?" Seeing that things were going well, Chromie was relieved. When Sylvanas officially contacted Nergo, he could return to the Caverns of Time to report.

"No hurry." Sylvanas watched Nergo's fighting style with interest, "I will appear when he is in the most danger, so that he will have to thank me."

Summon lightning, bloodlust, storm strike, lightning arrows, and slam.

"The courage of a common man, without any clever skills." Sylvanas also gave her own evaluation of Nergo's fighting style without hesitation.

"A spellcaster, but even more reckless than the most reckless warrior." Sylvanas said casually: "It's like a large dwarf."

Large dwarf?

Chromie was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh softly. This description was really appropriate.

Dwarves love to drink strong liquor, and so do orcs.

Dwarves are more martial, and orcs are even more so.

As for the dwarves' love of digging holes and exploring, let alone that, orcs simply crawled out of earth holes.

Look at the words impulsive, reckless, and rude, which can almost be used to describe them.

"All it takes is a bow, a few arrows, and a target." Sylvanas said. "And, an insignificant life."

She picked up the bow and arrow, tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, and walked straight to the top of the mountain behind her. She turned around after walking a long way.

On the top of the mountain, she waved gracefully at Chromie, and the "target" where Nergo was located was so far away that Sylvanas looked like a flying insect.

But she was still very confident in her archery skills. In countless timelines, all Sylvanas in parallel worlds are rangers with superb archery skills.

Without exception.

Whoosh!

She began to shoot, her movements were so smooth that they were fascinating. She pulled the arrow out of the quiver, put it on the string, aimed, and released. It only took a moment for all five arrows to hit the target.

A smile flashed across her lips.

She had gone through this kind of training countless times, from wooden targets to wild beasts, from living people to dead people.

This time she would open the eyes of this reckless man from another world.

Despite the distance, her arrows were tightly gathered on the head of the "target". Sylvanas tried to keep a cold expression, but she couldn't help but smile.

When she finished shooting, looking at Chromie who was calm and composed, Sylvanas said, "How is it?"

The arrowheads of the five arrows were all nailed to a central point, which was the head of the white ghost orc.

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Two eyeballs, mouth, two ears, the white ghost orc was shot by five arrows in succession.

Although this may be helped by the well-made and extremely accurate bows and arrows, her own strength is also quite good.

"Beautiful archery." Chromie exclaimed, "But I have to remind you that your target is still waiting for you there."

Don't bother showing off your skills. What's the point of showing off for a long time after saving someone without leaving a name.

Sylvanas nodded, she disguised herself a little, and then she was like a flexible leopard.

Why do you need to disguise?

A foreigner with unknown origin and obviously different appearance from others, and a dead person.

These three characteristics together are infinitely close to the four words "untrustworthy".

Sylvanas didn't want to leave so many bad labels, at least, don't let him know that this is a dead man talking to him.

Look at Nergo again. Just when he was fighting with the white ghost orcs, a series of arrows suddenly flew over. Nergo's eyes widened and he thought to himself: "Where did the hidden arrows come from?"

Could it be the white ghost orcs' back-hand reinforcements?

But who would have thought that these arrows actually shot into the white ghost orc's head at the same time at a weird and exquisite angle, and it seemed like a show of skill that they shot into his two eyeballs, mouth, and two ears.

Good archery!

Nergo couldn't help but want to applaud this archer. With this archery skill, not to mention him, even the best hunter he knew might not be able to do such a trick within his visual perception range.

Obviously, the white ghost orc died completely.

So many deadly arrows made it impossible for him to stand up again.

"Hehe, it seems that I saved an orc's life." A female voice came, the voice was very magnetic, very nice, and very dangerous.

Nergo looked up and scanned her body.

Her dull golden hair naturally fell on her shoulders.

Her face was covered by a purple hood and a black veil, making it hard to see her appearance. All that could be seen were her blood-red eyes.

She was tall and looked like a woman who had been through many battles, which also meant that she was dangerous.

At the same time, according to her walking pace, it was not difficult to see that this woman with an elegant pace was also very agile, like a black wolf.

A mysterious woman.

Nergo labeled her in his heart, and mysterious women generally represent trouble.

Just like the female knights in martial arts novels, the saints in fantasy novels, and the little girls in fantasy novels, they were all like existences that were like taunting buffs if you got close to them, and you had to be on guard.