Leo needs to clarify one thing - his brother is not a road idiot.

Well, in fact, in terms of terrain, Leo already had a general idea of the wetlands.

There will be discrepancies between reality and the game, but it is undeniable that Yamaguchiyama, who used to play, has helped Leo a lot, at least he doesn't worry about getting lost in the wild.

Although the wetland is a contested territory controlled by the alliance in the mountain pass, Leo does not know much about it, and all this is due to the large-scale field team battles again and again.

If you want to say where the fighting is most fierce in the wilderness of Yamaguchi Mountain, the Hillsbrad Hills and the Arathi Highlands are the first to be recommended. The undead Talummere and the human town of the South Seas, the human refuge valley and the undead Hammer Town, will be misfired, and the small battle of several players will continue to develop into a confrontation between the two camps with the company of friends. The ubiquitous accumulation of white bones is the best proof of this.

Three days a small big, five days a big dozen, that's the kind of place that's it.

The wetlands are adjacent to the Arathi Heights, and almost every major battle suffers from pond fish, and when a large group of tribal players fights the alliance in the first two places, groups of hordes of tribal players will also play the trick of going behind enemy lines and running to the wetlands to fight guerrillas.

Leo has joined the tribal guerrillas more than once, and implemented the tactic of shooting one shot to change places in the wetlands, and he will still get lost here after walking all over the wetlands?

After most of the day's madness on the mechanical roadfighter Leo, he soon reached his destination, the Angry Fang Camp overlooking the Greenbelt Meadows and Thistle Swamps, the Dragonthroat Orc tribe led by Nacrosh.

When a tribal flag appeared in the field of view shared by the ravens acting as scouts in front of him, Leo stopped the race. He patted the body of the mechanical road rage, this thing is worthy of high-end goods, and it took the wolf two days to complete the road, and it was completed in half a day. High-tech stuff, that's good.

"I often hear people say that the history of the wetland is a history of blood and tears of alliance players, countless alliance players have dragged their corpses step by step to the rice port after successfully climbing the Danmoro Mountain after going through a lot of hardships, presumably the dragon-throated orcs who are waiting for rabbits by the side of the avenue have contributed a lot in it."

Quietly sending the crows to conduct aerial reconnaissance, Leo discovers that the dragonthroat orcs under Nacrosh are really arrogant. They had built almost the entrance to their camp on the road, and if they wanted to travel on the only road in the wetlands that they didn't have to worry about, they would have to deal with these roadblockers.

Leo, who was touching the Angry Fang camp, suddenly had an alarm in his heart, and he didn't think about it, so he rolled on the ground and quickly left his original position.

Just as Leo left his position, a large stone hammer slammed into the place where he had been standing, and a half-meter-sized hole was smashed into the already soft ground.

If it weren't for Leo's quick flash, the sneak attacker's blow would have injured him.

Leo stood up and saw an orc with his upper body baring his long fangs at him.

Orcs, a natural warrior race, are bloodthirsty and warlike, brave and fearless, and may be physically inferior to their allies Minotaurs, but their strong will to fight and crazy fighting methods are enough to bridge the gap between the two sides, and any race facing orcs will feel extremely tricky.

The orcs who attacked Leo didn't need to ask, they must have been the Dragonthroat Orcs under Nacrosh, the Dragonthroat Attackers who were ambushed somewhere and specialized in sneak attacks.

"Die, human."

The orc roared and rushed towards Leo as fast as he could, no slower than a warhorse.

Leo snorted coldly, and a wall of white bones appeared in front of the orcs, and the staggered sharp bone teeth on the bone wall showed a hideous smile to the orcs who couldn't stop it.

Burst! Burst!

Due to the speed of the forward rush, the wall of bones appeared too suddenly, and the dragon-throat attacker tragically crashed into it. The impact hurt the orc, fangs piercing his body, red blood running down bulging muscles, merging into a miniature stream beneath his feet at the roar of the dragon's throat attacker.

Although the dragon throat attacker was very unwilling, his luck was really not good, and a bone spur happened to pierce his heart, so that the angry orc had to die with hatred.

Unexpectedly, there were orcs ambushing here twenty or thirty miles away from the Angry Fang camp, and it seemed that the nets of the dragon-throated orcs were very open, and the vigilance was very high. Leo had a hunch that this trip to Camp Furious Fang would not go too well.

Despite a premonition of trouble, Leo would not back down, summoning the Poison Flower Vine and the Wild Wolf, and letting the Voidwalker hide in the shadows to protect himself, and cautiously sneaked towards the Angry Fang camp.

Less than two miles away, the wolves suddenly came to the alarm, and they smelled the scent of orcs nearby.

There is an ambush again!

Leo continued to move forward quietly, secretly directing the two crows hovering in the air to find the traces of the orcs, and at the same time preparing for the attack.

The orc, ambushed by an aerial scout like the Raven, was quickly found, and the orc was hidden in a waist-deep meadow, his green skin a protective color, and there was no flaw in it unless he looked closely.

Dragon's Throat Raiders really know how to choose a place, but you're destined to be a cup when you meet me.

The Dragon's Roar attacker, who was preoccupied with Leo, did not notice the poisonous vines that appeared under his feet and the clay stone demon that appeared behind him, and after Leo entered his attack range, the orc, who was about to burst into attack, was passionately embraced by the clay stone demon - the powerful hands of the clay stone demon firmly wrapped around the orc's hands and waist, making him powerful. At the same time, the orc's legs were also entangled in the poisonous vine.

The dragon-throat attacker, restrained by the clay stone demon and the poisonous vine, was about to struggle, and two berserk wolves moved to his side in an instant, opening their mouths and biting at the orc's neck.

The muscles in the orc's neck were hard but fleshy, and the wolf's sharp teeth easily tore through its protection, biting the orc's throat bone.

Another dragon roar attacker killed.

No matter how tenacious the orc's will to fight is, if they are pierced through the heart and bite their throat, they will still die instantly.

The second!

Leo counted silently, and as he was about to move on, he suddenly looked up at the empty sky, and a feeling of being watched rose in his heart.

It's been discovered!

It seems that there are hunters in the camp who have mastered the art of Eagle Eye.

Leo rode on the wolf and ran quickly in the direction of Minahir Harbor, since he was discovered, of course he would not continue to go deeper, and with the strength of one person to face the number of thousands of dragon-throated orcs, Leo asked himself if he had this ability. Organized orc warriors are no better than the Vogur ogres, nocturnal werewolves and the like that they have encountered before.

"Hmph, count you as fast as you run."

At Camp Furious Tooth, an orc with a hunting bow beside Nacrosh snorted, and at his feet a mighty black male lion was sleeping on the ground.

If Leo had seen the black lion, he would have recognized it as the lion king of the barrens, Shuma.