Chapter 74 Hunting Day

On the grass of Nagrand.

Sylvanas ran forward desperately, her dead heart pounding, almost there, almost there, the goal was ahead.

She had to hurry up, otherwise it might be too late.

Just when her graceful arm was about to touch it.

"Ha!"

A familiar roar came from behind her, and her heart sank immediately, he was coming.

She was still a step slower after all.

She saw Nergo running forward step by step from her sight, neither branches nor stones stopped his steps for a moment, he was getting closer and closer to his prey, and finally he leaped and cut the flesh of the prey with the dagger in his hand, and the stupid beast fell in front of him.

He lay on the beast's body, pressing it tightly to ensure that it would not escape, and the dagger in his hand scratched its neck and throat. After a while, the beast's struggle became less and less, and finally until it died, he turned over and lay on his back and laughed: "I won this time."

Yes, he won.

When he found her eyes staring at him, he said: "You said, no spells, no external help, only a dagger, but I am still better than you."

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he seemed very happy to win against Sylvanas. After all, he had lost too many times.

Sylvanas's flexible and agile posture was to be faster than him, and each time she was just a little ahead of him, giving him a feeling that he could win as long as he tried a little harder.

He didn't know whether this was Sylvanas's bad taste or the gap between them was really that small, but this time he won.

"Yeah." She looked at him with squinted eyes, "The little orc finally won, but I seem to win more times."

He didn't deny that the Warsong orcs had their own pride, but this pride didn't mean they couldn't afford to lose.

In the recent hunt, they found an interesting way to play, which was to give up all external forces and magical help. Sylvanas didn't use bows and arrows, Nergo didn't rely on spells, and the traps were thrown aside. They simply used their physical fitness that was more terrifying than that of wild beasts to hunt the selected big guys, and the winner who killed the beast first could make a small request to the loser that was not excessive.

"Whatever you say, but since I won this time, it's my turn to make a request." Nergo snorted and began to slowly peel off the skin.

"Do you want me to grill meat? Or sing a song for you?" She said softly: "After all, this is all you can think of."

Who do you look down on? Singing... Is it the elegy of the upper elves? Nergo still remembers the prop he had brushed before, which seemed to be a few banshees floating in the air singing?

Nergo looked at Sylvanas and hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, let's roast the meat first."

Hmph.

"I knew you didn't have any new ideas." She smiled at Nergo, what a simple orc.

He blurted out: "This is not the request I wanted to make."

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows, "Have you come up with any interesting conditions?"

Nergo was speechless. If he had, he would have said it long ago, why now.

Tsk, Sylvanas was about to say, how about I sing a song for you, and then he heard him say: "Let's do it again, how about it, this time it's night, let's go to another place."

Sylvanas didn't know how to describe Nergo, but she nodded. He wanted to continue to play this boring little game with her to get closer to her?

But didn't he know that this game was started by her?

The relationship between them was very strange, and Sylvanas didn't know how to describe it.

Comradeship? It seems that they haven't experienced many battles.

Friendship? If this is the scope of friendship, Sylvanas is sure that she should be ranked behind Garrosh.

What is that? Romantic love? Tsk, the corpse of a beautiful woman and a beast-like person, this kind of love is a bit shocking.

Sylvanas poked the barbecue on the fire and made a little joke: "When I win, I will let you accompany me to repeat it again, so that maybe we can stay in the wilderness for a whole year."

If they don't have their own important tasks.

"Sounds good." Nergo thought about it in his mind. This should be an exciting picture. A man and a woman, living in seclusion in the wild, sound like the characters of some stories.

If he is not an orc, maybe he will really be tempted.

In the dark night, Nergo put out the fire, and the two of them walked in a forest composed of huge trees.

It was dark, but the two of them were not people who needed light to see the road clearly.

One had excellent night vision and sense of smell, and the other didn't care about the darkness at all.

"What are you staring at?" Sylvanas said.

"Nothing, have you seen a wolf before?" Nergo asked.

She didn't ask Nergo what he was thinking. It would be better to guess it herself instead of asking him to answer, provided that this matter would not affect their relationship.

In that case, it would be better to talk about it. Nergo said so, and she planned to do so.

"Not only have I seen it, I have also hunted many." Sylvanas said to him, "But I am sure that the wolf I am talking about is not the same as yours, because any beast in your world seems to be much more dangerous, and I think wolves are no exception."

Nergo said subconsciously: "Of course, although I have never been to your world, the wolves in Draenor must be bigger and more ferocious than yours."

Wait, he seems to be from Azeroth...

Nergo realized that Azeroth was even more outrageous than Draenor, and the Trolls were just a bunch of outrageous animal gods.

Sylvanas also thought about it. She looked at Nergo and had an interesting idea in her mind: "When I take him to Azeroth in the future, I must ask him again in front of the demigods of the night elves. ”

Like they call him Goldrinn?

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth curled up.

This bitch has no good intentions.

Nergo asked her, "Are you thinking of something bad?"

"How is that possible?" Sylvanas spread her hands, "How could I harm you?"

She was slightly possessed, causing Nergo to quickly change the subject, "The beast I killed during the coming-of-age ceremony was a wolf. I rushed into the wolves, and when they couldn't react..."

Sure enough, this bitch has no good intentions.

Sylvanas looked at Nelgo's random talk and found it interesting, until she saw them.

In the darkness not far away, pairs of shining eyes were looking at them.