The civilization of the orcs is rough, like the roughest and strongest rock sharpened by the wind on the steppe, no matter what world they live in, they will not be crushed by any tribulation.

At first glance, you will feel frightened and unapproachable at the first sight of these warriors who worship battle and glory, but after you have truly become friends with the orcs, they will be your most trusted comrades, and you can trust them with your back.

And the orc's banquet is rough, these muscular hunks will not be like the nobles of the empire, engage in some messy tricks, eat meat, drink wine in a big bowl is their romance, the delicious food hunted by the hunters, the freshest fish caught by the fishermen, and the traditional barbecue incense of the orcs, the spicy wine-making like a knife, those gifts that belong to nature, let the orcs live very rich in this barren land... Of course, it cannot be measured in terms of money.

Now, despite the fact that several chieftains were scattered across the Heath and Barrens and the Ashenvale to oversee the war, the new organization that had only recently emerged in the world had gained the attention of all the forces after hearing of the arrival of the Blightburner envoys, and the trolls and minotaurs had also sent their representatives, after the footsteps of the wilderness demigod Agamagan appeared in the southernmost part of the Barrens Razor Heights.

The parties are anxious to determine their system, their beliefs, and their purposes... The most important thing is whether this emerging Druidic sect will become an enemy or a friend.

Under the influence of various factors, this feast was very simple and fulfilling, so that the envoys who came here ate almost from noon to evening.

Of course, the more important reason is that Ms. Moyana accidentally found some "manufacturable materials" in this banquet.

It was a representative of the Bloodhoof Minotaur from the Mogaure Plains, and it was Kane, the Minotaur chieftain. Bloodhoof's close comrade-in-arms, a man named Hamuel. The elder of the Rune Totem, the older Minotaur, is interested in the Druid spells of the Blightcaller, and Moyana also senses a powerful natural talent from the Rune Totem.

The minotaur, who had never been exposed to the Druid's Way before, learned the rudimentary nature spells in less than 10 minutes... When the light of the rejuvenation technique lit up on the huge palm of the minotaur, even Tan Red, who was slightly drunk, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You're bound to be a qualified druid."

The Patriarch held a wooden cup containing sweet fruit wine, and she raised it to Hamuel the Elder:

"The Blightcasters can accept you and your followers at any time if you wish, the knowledge of the Ways of Nature should belong to all living beings in Azeroth, we will not be closed to our fellow Night Elves like the Council of Cenarion, although I am also a member of the Night Elves, I would prefer to pass on this knowledge to gifted elders like you."

And the Minotaur the elder Hamuel. The rune totem was also very happy, he dispersed the warm light in his palm, and then drank the wine in the cup in a big gulp, and said to Moyana in a simple and honest tone of the minotaur:

"Truth be told, I went to the Moonlit Glades alone, and unfortunately, I didn't meet the leaders of the Cenarion Council that time, maybe... Perhaps, as you said, Lady Moyana, the Blightless Sect, is the destination of the natural way that belongs to the Minotaurs. ”

"I'm actually more than willing to join the Blightburners and learn what nature has given us... But forgive me, I'll have to ask Kane for permission first, the Bloodhoof Minotaur has just made his home in Thunder Bluff, and we still have a lot of work to do. ”

"Oh?"

When the orc chief heard Hamuel's words, his eyes rolled and he said to Moyana:

"Your Excellency, Patriarch, maybe you know too little about us, in short, we orcs also have a lot of young men who are willing to follow the way of nature, I don't know..."

"We welcome everyone who is willing to uphold the way of nature! Great Chief. ”

Hearing this, the Patriarch Moyana knew what she meant, and she raised her glass to the Great Chief, and in the bright lights of the fortress hall, she said in a deep voice:

"There are humans, elves, forest spirits, boar people, and we welcome all beings who want to join them, and of course, we are strictly neutral, and I must stress this, especially after a misunderstanding with the Human Empire... I must inform you in advance that we are resolutely neutral in the battle between life and necromancy, and in our doctrine the two are different manifestations of the same concept. ”

"It's okay!"

The Great Chief doesn't care about this, he prefers to see the overall strength of the tribe increase, not to mention, even if he abides by neutrality, this wave of operation tribes will not lose, the druids' conditioning of the land and natural environment is unparalleled in all professions of Azeroth, once the orcs have their own druids, the barren land of Durontar may be able to usher in a wave of new life.

But just as the Great Chief wanted to say something more, a strange scream suddenly sounded in the city of Orgrimmar in the night, the voice was sharp, hoarse and with a hint of disgust, and along with the scream, the alarm bells of the whole city and the angry roar of the orc warriors rang out, which made everyone's eyes can't help but cast their eyes outside the hall, in the night, the sky flashed in the sky, with a strange figure with blood light.

And at this moment, a gleam flashed in the eyes of Chaldeans, who had been silently tasting the fruit wine.

He knows... The good show designed and arranged by him has begun!

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"Knock it down! Bain! ”

Draranos, who was patrolling the city with his soldiers, hid behind a boulder on the side of the street, and the brave orc warrior stared angrily at the strange shadow whistling wildly in the sky, it looked like a human, slender body, but behind it had thin wings like bees, which looked light as cicada wings, but in fact they were as strong and sharp as a blade.

Dranosh looked at the corpse of the orc soldier at his feet, the unfortunate man being sliced into four pieces by the whizzing blade of the monster's attack.

Low in the air near the fortress of Gromash in Orgrimmar City, these strange creatures that suddenly appeared were rampaging in all directions, and the unsuspecting orc guards had already been slain a dozen of them in their swift passage like phantoms.

Amid the roar of Dranosh, the Minotaur warrior who patrolled with him, Bane, who was learning martial arts in Orgrimmar City. Bloodhoof gasped and mounted the black steam machine gun he was carrying on his back above the stone, an expensive but powerful weapon that the Minotaurs had bought from the kingdom of Stormgard.

At the moment when Bane aimed at the black shadow in the sky and pulled the trigger, a roar like thunder sounded in the night sky, and the bullet storm mixed with Goguang bullets rushed into the sky in the dark night, and the high-level insect warriors who had never touched such firearms were caught off guard and hit several by the bullet storm that swept across the sky.

The carapace on the bodies of these insects, which have evolved to move at high speed and assassinate, is not enough to resist the bullets of the machine guns, but the strong vitality of the insects allows their bodies to be pierced by bullets, and they can still tremble and shake the wings behind their backs and hover in the air with difficulty.

"Roar!"

A roar rang out from the darkness behind the wormmen, seizing the opportunity created by Bane, Dranosh, with his black tomahawk in one hand, stepped on the surrounding walls, and rushed into the air in a few jumps, behind the shaky bugman closest to him, the tomahawk in the hand of the young orc streaked a deadly light in the air.

"Poof"

Corrosive green blood splattered everywhere from high in the air, and the ugly head that resembled a human, but full of bug-like tentacles, was also cut off and smashed to the ground.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

The orc hunters scattered around also began to return fire with longbows, and with the support of the orc warriors who rushed to the scene, the slaughter of these dozen dark creatures was also stopped.

And at this moment, the Great Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim, rushed out of the hall with his heavy war hammer, and behind him, there were spirited messengers, but at the moment when the Great Chief stepped out of the hall, the deadliest hunter hidden in the darkness finally found his target, and between the howling winds, a high-level Insect Man larger than the other Zermen rushed out of the hideout, and the four wings with metallic luster behind it whistled and slashed towards the Great Chief of the Tribe... The Chaldeans behind him.

"Be careful!"

The Chaldean Archbishop squinted his eyes, and the moment the high-ranking Zerg assassin appeared, he shouted and raised his right hand, golden light burst out from his fingertips, and he pushed Orgrim away, as if sacrificing his life to help, and actively exposed himself to the sharp blade of the Zerg.

"Poof"

The hastily propped up shield of holy light was not enough to resist the sharp blades of this high-ranking Zerg assassin, and Chaldean's body seemed to have been slashed a dozen times in an instant, and between the pieces of his robe, blood escaped from the wounds, but it was not fatal.

The Zerg Assassin let out a shrill hiss in his excitement as he saw that he had slashed at the target, and the blood-stained blades on its back swirled around, and two eerie long whips like worm limbs appeared in its hands, and it was going to follow the orders of the "gods" of the Zermen to slay this damned heretic once and for all.

But in the eyes of others, the blow of this dangerous Zerg assassin was originally cut at Orgrim, and the Chaldean Archbishop was the one who sacrificed his life to rescue, and in front of so many strong people present, this Zerg wanted to make up for the priest who sacrificed his life to save people.

This is clearly intolerable.

"Bang"

A low gunshot kicked off the counterattack, and the special bullet of the master's hand-made firearm in Tannred's hand hit the carapace of the worm assassin, and instantly set off a small flame explosion, forcing the worm to retreat, he drew his war knife and protected the fallen Chaldean, and in front of him, the orc chief who was pushed away by the Chaldea was holding a war hammer, and the once powerful warrior's eyes were red at this time.

"On my turf, hurt my guests!"

Orgrim held the heavy Hammer of Doom in one hand, the blood-red power of rage wrapped around his body, coupled with the natural furious power of the orcs, in this dark night, Orgrim's body seemed to swell in a full circle, and he roared and slammed a hammer into the screaming Zerg Assassin in front of him, smashing precisely on the bladed blade that the Zerg swung behind his back.

In the midst of the sparks, the assassination and agile Zerg Assassin was smashed back several steps, its sturdy wings bent backwards, apparently temporarily losing the ability to fly, and the orc warriors who maintained the Great Chief rushed from all sides, surrounding the two-man tall Zerg Assassin in front of the Gromash Fortress.

In the light of the flames, everyone saw the true face of the attacker...

It was a strange creature, its body was similar to that of a human, but the twisted green limbs on its shoulders that protruded like horns represented its identity, and it wore a strange white robe with a white mask, and it looked like a cultist-like clergyman, but the ugly yellow eyes exposed under the mask represented its dark and cunning heart.

And the feet under those legs... It wasn't feet at all, but a disgusting structure that resembled a worm's claw.

It's a monster!

Only a strange civilization like Qila can give birth to such a disgusting monster!

"Phew! Monster! ”

With a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, he looked at the disgusting and dangerous life in front of him, and the young warrior was eager to rush forward to fight, but was stopped by the grave-faced Patriarch Moyana.

"I recognize it!"

The Patriarch held the thornwood cane in her palm, she stepped forward, stared at the monster assassin, and she said in a deep voice:

"The lesser war lords of the Zerg of Qira... Shalatul! A thousand years ago, High Priest Manuel and her ambassadors of the Order died at the hands of you and your Assassins, and the death of my poor Wastein had something to do with you, perhaps a fateful encounter..."

As he spoke, the Patriarch turned his head to look at the Great Chief beside him, and she said:

"Can you give it to me? Great Chief, between me and it, some... Grievances. ”

"Of course."

Although the High Chief was eager to kill the worm assassin who had nearly killed the human archbishop in his territory and almost caused big trouble for the orcs, since Lady Moyana had asked for it, let it be given to her.

By the way, you can also take a look at the combat power of the powerful Druili of the Blightcaller.

Seeing Moyana walk into the battle circle, a trace of contempt flashed in the ugly yellow eyes of the Worm Second Rank Lord, and it used its own bug-like limbs to scratch its neck, this move full of malice made everyone else around the battle circle can't help but clench their weapons.

Obviously, the bug is confident in its own prowess.

"A thousand years ago, I was powerless to protect you..."

A rich green light swirled around Moyana's slender body, and she stared at the insect lord in front of her, and she said word by word:

"A thousand years from now, I will do it myself... Revenge for you! ”

"Buzz"

With a soft sound, everyone around the battle circle took a step back, and even the fearless Great Chief grasped the warhammer in his hand, and in front of them, opposite the Zerg Lord, Patriarch Moyana was not the traditional bear, cheetah, or owl beast of the Druids, it was an even more terrifying beast.

A head with a body length of more than 5 meters, covered with a heavy carapace and wooden armor, two gold broken jade, a sharp long crow with a metallic luster, and a tail nail with a tail that is so sharp that it makes people's scalp tingle...

Nightmare Scorpion!