Chapter 70: Escape From the Jaws of Death

Search, kill, bring back.

Generally speaking, orc hunting is full of silence. Even the orcs of the Warsong Clan will not make meaningless war cries, which will only scare away the expected prey.

Nergo is the same. Since he came to this familiar plain, he has remained silent, searching for prey with steady steps under the acceleration buff of the wind element.

And Sylvanas will not say more nonsense. When she enters the hunting state, she is colder than usual, as cold as a rock in Frostfire Ridge, looking at every place around with cold eyes, and this appearance also makes Nergo wonder if her cold appearance is also like those stones, full of burning flames inside.

"Look at the footprints on the ground." Sylvanas suddenly spoke, and a skilled hunter always has eyes that see through everything.

"That's a Talbuk sheep." Nergo noticed the sporadic footprints left on the soil, "We are in for a treat tonight."

Nergo licked his lips, moved his steps carefully, and moved forward according to the traces of footprints.

Sylvanas looked at Nergo with interest, watching a young hunter hunting seriously.

Watching him search for traces seriously, watching him carefully hide himself.

"Elemental Spirits bless, I think we have encountered a large group of Talbuk sheep." Nergo said in surprise: "There are pits left by them in front. Judging from the size of the pits, there should be more than 10."

Pits? Sylvanas said to Nergo: "What does this mean?"

"Pits alone mean nothing, but once there is wool in the pit, it is different. This means there are more than 10 Talbuk sheep." Nergo's eyes lit up, "When resting, Talbuk sheep will dig pits underground to make their temporary homes."

Sylvanas nodded, "Then this is indeed a good sign."

Nergo turned over the grass on the ground, "Their excrement, and it's very fresh!"

"They are nearby." Nergo grinned, but unexpectedly Sylvanas poured a basin of cold water on his head.

She looked at Nergo with a look of disdain, "I know you are happy, but don't be happy yet, clean your hands first."

"No need." Nergo said, "I am a shaman, I didn't touch it with my hands at all."

Sylvanas put her hair behind her ears, "Then let's go, don't let them run away."

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"Roar!" The Saber-fanged Tiger Man pounced on the Draenei, and the sharp claws in his hand grabbed him fiercely.

The Draenei in front of him held a sledgehammer in his hand, and swung it directly when the Saber-fanged Tiger Man pounced on him.

Huh.

A sound of breaking wind sounded in the Saber-fanged Tiger Man's ears.

The bloodthirsty look on his face had not dissipated, and he felt a huge force hit his abdomen fiercely. This Saber-fanged Tiger Man was like going out and confronting a split-hoofed bull, and was heavily smashed to the ground.

The Draenei's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He looked at his compatriots who were in a bitter battle next to him, his face was full of piety, and a ball of golden light appeared in his hand.

Holy light flashed!

Although the name is Holy Light Flash, this spell is not a flash of displacement. Its effect is a ball of holy light shining on the body, providing a certain healing effect.

"Thank you, Thordoan." With the healing of holy light, the warrior felt the bleeding wounds on his body slowly recovering. He used the shield in his hand to hit the Sabertooth Tigerman opposite.

Shield slam!

This hit made him dizzy, and the helmet made of bones was smashed to pieces.

Thordoan would not give up this opportunity. He condensed a golden hammer in his hand and threw it.

Punishment!

Duang!!!

Although the Sabertooth Tigerman is also an old player in the Draenor region, there is a gap between players. How can the Sabertooth Tigerman compare with the Draenei?

Especially the warrior against the paladin, although he is also a good warrior in the tribe and a member of the Scarfang Warrior, this hammer came down, not to mention the helmet was broken, even his own head was broken.

But the Saber-fang Tigers were not powerless to resist. The Saber-fang Tigers' mystics took action.

The Saber-fang Tigers living in the Maw of the Saber-fangs were called the Maw of the Saber-fangs by outsiders, and the spellcasters of the Maw of the Saber-fangs, that is, the mystics, knew only two spells in their entire lives.

Rockskin and Earth Whip, one for attack and one for defense.

The mystic used stone as a protective film to cast Rockskin on the remaining Saber-fang Tigers and then began to cast Earth Whip.

The effect of this spell was very poor, only generating a few earth spikes, but it was not without advantages, such as fast casting.

"Roar!"

After the spell was released, the mystic roared, and earth spikes rose from the ground and came towards the thunder elephants ridden by the draenei.

At the same time, the Saber-fang Tigers who were cast with Rockskin were even more fearless and rushed over one by one as if they were not afraid of death. He remained calm and kept a fighting posture, ready to use the Holy Shield to block the attacks of the earth spikes and Saber-fang Tigers.

"Holy Light..." Sodoan prayed to his faith, praying that his team would be safe. He saw the group of saber-toothed tigers rushing towards him one by one, and saw that his teammates and thunder elephants had more and more wounds.

"What should we do?"

"If I can go back this time, I must find a reliable priest."

"Holy Light bless me."

"Speed ​​up!" Sodoan shouted, "As long as we get rid of them, we will be able to reach Tara soon!"

The elephant stick in his hand had long been handed over to another Draenei, who sat on the thunder elephant and kept hitting the saber-tooth tigers with a hammer.

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But there are too many saber-tooth tigers, and they are like poking a tiger's den along the way. They come one after another, more and more.

From the first few to now, there are as many as forty or fifty.

And they have no reinforcements.

"Wait, there are orcs ahead!" Thordoan suddenly heard his teammates say so, and his face was happy.

It's not the Kashharg Festival yet, and the active orcs in Nagrand are almost only Warsong and Fireblade, and both of them are their potential allies!

They noticed the orcs, and the orcs also noticed them.

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Nergo, holding a Talbuk in his hand, said to Sylvanas with a smile: "Because one is enough for both of us."

Sylvanas said: "Is this the balance theory of you orcs?"

"No, this is my own theory." Nergo sighed, "I don't understand why some people always think that orcs must be bloodthirsty? I need a Talbuk, so I killed one, what's the point of killing the rest?"

"Wait, there's something going on ahead." Nergo widened his eyes and looked into the distance, "Draenei, and the pursuers behind... are saber-toothed tigers!"

"Where are we going?" Nergo muttered, "Get ready for battle."

Sylvanas was ready long ago, her bow was pulled again and again, and the saber-toothed tigers fell one by one.

Not to mention the lightning that kept falling from the sky, each time it made a group of saber-toothed tigers fall.

Soon the number of saber-toothed tigers was reduced by half.

Although they are bloodthirsty, they are not stupid. None of the other party is dead, and there are only a few lying on the ground. If we chase them, there will be more people than us.

Those saber-toothed tigers who followed to join in the fun all went home one by one. The mystic at the beginning had no choice but to return to the Maw of the Blade with them.

In the end, the Draenei who escaped from the tiger's mouth found their savior.

"Nergo!" He said in surprise. He didn't expect that it was an acquaintance.

Nergo was also surprised, "It turned out to be you. How did you offend the saber-toothed tigers?"

"We are just on the way." Sodoan said helplessly: "Maybe they are interested in our goods."

"Thank you for your help, otherwise it would be troublesome to get rid of them." Sodoan said.

"Then why don't you kill them?" Nergo asked in confusion.

"We don't have a spellcaster." Sodoan explained: "And if we stay here and waste time with them, we will definitely suffer."

Whether it is fighting with them on the spot, more and more saber-toothed tigers will come after hearing the news.

Or their goods were taken away by them in the chaos, these are all possible results.

Nergo did not comment, "Where are you going?"

"Tara." Thordoan responded, "We will deliver this batch of supplies to Tara and then go to Grommashar to complete the mission."

"What about you?"

"Hunting, but it seems a bit far."

"Is this your wife? She is so beautiful." Thordoan, who knows some customs of the orcs, looked at Sylvanas and said.

"I am not an orc, and their customs are irrelevant to me."

"Of course, if you have this idea, then I can only say, don't even think about it." Sylvanas glanced at Nergo.