Sitting on the back of a long-lost dragon, facing the cool breeze blowing in the wetland, the drunken wind quietly regulates his spirit, hoping to prepare for the battle in the near future. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be honest, the success or failure of this battle, Zuifeng has no bottom in his heart.

Drunken Wind didn't know if Deathwing had returned from the Twisted Void at this moment, if he had been injured in the Twisted Void, and he didn't know what the inside of the Grimbarto Dragonmaw Clan's fortress was like—Drunken Wind only knew that his goal was to get an artifact from an orc warlock, and that was it.

"Whatever!" Drunken Wind shook his head, not thinking about the difficulties that might arise, "I can only improvise - I don't believe that I am not as powerful as Luo Ning?" ”

Drunken Wind began his final meditation.

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By the time Drunken Wind woke up from his meditation, it was already dusk.

At this time, the mountains of Grimbaatar are bathed in the last rays of the sun, and towering trees and slashed peaks make up the unique scenery of Grimbaatar.

It was once the home of the Hammer Dwarves, but it was a terrible place for Grimbaatar to be cursed by the Black Iron Dwarves during the Battle of the Three Hammers. Helpless, the Hammer Dwarves had no choice but to leave their homeland and finally settle in Eagle's Nest Mountain. And the orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan don't find fault with anything, and directly regard Grimbaatar as their stronghold.

It's a blessing in disguise - in Eagle's Nest, the Hammer Dwarves have learned to fight with their griffin companions. In the orc war, if it weren't for the addition of the Brute Hammer Griffin Knight, the Dragonthroat Clan, which controls the red dragon, might have been able to suppress the alliance by virtue of air superiority.

Back in the days of Draenor, in his spare time, Drunken Wind was like the Black Iron Dwarves who had asked about the performance of orcs and red dragons.

There aren't many griffon knights on the expedition, but they're all battle-hardened, and they've all faced the Red Dragon, so they're always able to tell Drunken Wind some important little details - all they need is a little bit of wine for Drunken Wind.

After approaching Grimbaatar, Drunken Wind and the others began to bury their heads in accordance with the habits of orcs, looking like they were hunchbacked. The black dragons also tried to show that they were restrained by the reins - the black dragons participating in the operation were the smartest little ones in the Black Dragon Legion, of course, the reins were all fake, and they were magically conjured.

Five men and five dragons, pretending to be a scout team, followed the other team far behind, and came to Grimbaatar Fortress.

Thanks to these Brute Hammer Dwarves, the disguise of Drunken Wind and the others is still decent, at least in the eyes of the real Dragonthroat Orcs in the distance, although this team is a new face, there is nothing wrong with it.

During this time, the orcs roared a few times like this, and were dealt with by the drunken and specious orc language - it was so far away anyway that they couldn't hear it clearly, as long as it was orc language.

In the evening, when the red dragon returned to its lair, the group entered the fortress of Grimbaatar, which served as the base camp of the orcs, and the defense was not very strict.

The Grimbaatar Fortress is located on the main peak of the Grimbaatar Mountains.

It was once the main city of the Hammer Dwarves, but after it was abandoned, it was occupied by the Orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan, and the entire fortress was on a steep cliff.

Outsiders who wish to enter the fortress of Grimbaatar will have to climb up a winding path unless they fly in. The terrain made it inevitable for the orcs to lay out their internal defenses more laxly - no way, why bother nervously when the enemy was basically impossible to attack?

Entering the interior of Grimbaatar Fortress with great difficulty, Drunken Wind discovers that although the fortress has been modified by orcs, it still retains a strong dwarven style.

The fortress is divided into two levels, with only a few paths between the two levels communicating with each other. There are many checkpoints on these paths, but unfortunately the orcs inside the checkpoints look listless.

With the hall as the center, there are many small rooms connected around it, which are used for orcs to live and train, and Drunken Wind and the others observed it themselves, but they were embarrassed to find that these rooms looked almost all the same from the outside.

The massive rotunda is located on the second floor, where the Orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan have built a huge arena, replacing the original Melting Pot Arena, where an orc is fighting an ogre.

Listening to the orcs and shouts around me, it seems that this orc in the arena is a great gladiator.

Interestingly, this is a brown-skinned orc.

Although he was bare-handed, he was not afraid of the huge ogre, he waved his flaming fist, and with the help of the Spirit of the Wind, he quickly punched and smashed it on the ogre's stomach, and the poor ogre didn't have time to dodge at all, he was beaten all over the scorched and fell on his back.

"Flaming Fist Logosh!"

"Tempest Warrior Logosh!"

"Logos, join us! Forget your poor little frost wolf and become a dragon knight! ”

"Logosh! Join us! ”

Defeating the ogre, Logosh spat the ground.

"Phew, you demon lackeys! You have forgotten our great tradition of being orcs! I, Logosh Uren, the Wind Ghost Wolf of the Frostwolf Clan, will not be with you! ”

The Dragonmaw Overseer, who presided over the gladiatorial fight, seemed to have become accustomed to Logosh's indomitability, and with a wave of his hand, several heavily armed Dragonmaw Jailers stepped forward and handcuffed him and escorted him back to the depths of the fortress.

Dai Lin, who had witnessed all this throughout the process, raised his eyebrows: "It seems that there seems to be a lot of disagreement within the orcs, don't all the orcs choose to fight against us?" ”

"That's right." Drunken Wind nodded, "That orc's name just now is Logosh, and the orc language means ghost wolf, and it seems that he is a guy from the frostwolf clan." And it's still a shaman. ”

"If that's the case." Dai Lin smiled, "Then no matter what the IQ is, at least the position of the Frost Wolf Clan is still negotiable." ”

"What are you muttering!" While a few people were discussing the frostwolf orc, the Dragonthroat Overseer behind them began to yell at them, "The gladiatorial fight is over, let's get to work!" Look you're dragoons, right? Hurry up and feed the dragon! ”

It's really dozing off, someone will send a pillow! Drunken Wind is worried that he can't find the way, so someone has pointed out the direction for himself!

Hearing this command, Drunken Wind turned around and made a look, then shouted twice in orc language, and led everyone to the depths of the fortress.