Maybe he was shocked too many times. As an otaku, Diago Asnar did not react too much to the bloody scene in front of him. He pulled off a barely clean tarpaulin from the bloody tent and wiped the blood on the handle of the axe. The handle of the axe was stained with blood and was smooth and greasy. If he didn't wipe it, he couldn't even hold it tightly.

He wielded his battle axe clumsyly while walking, trying to adapt to the weapon. The axe was a little heavy, but Diago, who had increased his strength, could barely swing it. More importantly, he felt as if he knew how to use this weapon, which seemed to be an instinct from this body. This feeling was very strange, because as an otaku before traveling through time, he never even chopped wood with an axe.

But as his body became familiar, Diago felt that he could control the weapon more and more easily. After a while, he could swing the axe soar, as if this skill had been briefly forgotten. Now he returned to his body. Before he arrived at the orc camp, he could even tie a few axes with his hands. This progress was a little surprised even when the Druid Bear turned around and looked at the human inmate who had attracted him to his attention.

One man and one bear stopped about fifty meters away from the camp because it was easy to be discovered by the crowd even further forward, although the orcs did not deliberately arrange a sentry in this direction.

"Follow me and look at me!" The giant bear turned around and said to Diago in a muffled voice. Then, he rushed out. There was no plan, no tactics, and no way out. He rushed up, very willful.

"Only blood can wash away shame!" the night elf shouted, the giant bear he turned into roared and rushed towards the densest place of the crowd. Although there were bellow bonfires there, this giant bear was different from the real beasts, and it was not afraid of flames.

The orcs blocked the giant bear's charge line were broken and broken, and they were thrown away. Just before the orcs figured out what was going on, the giant bear had already appeared in the center of the field. It stood up, then swept across the claws, stacked together, burning firewood flying around like a fire meteor, and in an instant, it caused even greater chaos.

The wolf was running and pigs were rushing in the camp, and the scattered fireworks ignited many tents, and the screams of injured orcs were everywhere. The screams mixed with the roar of the ferocious beast made the panicked orcs even more frightened. They were not sure whether this was an accidental attack or a premeditated attack. Many people looked at the darkness around the camp in fear, fearing that a few such ferocious beasts would pop up there.

At the edge of the camp, Diago jumped out of the shadow behind a tent and chopped an orc who ran over here to the ground. This was not the first orc to fall under his axe. While the druid was rampant in the camp, he wandered in the shadows around the camp, taking advantage of the fire and robbing, fishing in the troubled waters, and the dryness was booming.

He took a turn to axe flower, threw away the brain and blood stained on the battle axe, then stood up and touched the other tent. At this moment, something attracted his attention on the wooden stand beside the tent door.

It was an orc-style bent bow, about one and a half meters long, looking a little rough, with some small knots in some parts of the bow arm, but this rough broken bow completely blocked his footsteps. The bow attracted him like a magnet, making him unable to move another step. It was the attraction from the soul, as if only by getting the bow can life be complete, and only by getting the bow can the ** in his heart be dissolved. He never thought that he would be so eager to get something, even the college admission letter of that year could not match.

He bent down and touched the other side in the shadow of the tent. Gradually, he approached the object, his heart pounding, as if he was about to jump out of his throat. Finally, he grabbed the bow into his hand with a sudden move, even more impatient than when he pulled his girlfriend's underwear for the first time.

The moment his fingers touched the bow arm, Diago's body trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. It was the comfort of the restless heart, just like a man who had received fine wine, and a long-dry land would encounter sweet rain.

I don't know how long it took, but in a moment, the roar of the giant druid bear and the shouts of the orcs woke him from his intoxication. He calmed down his rapid breathing, looked at the surrounding terrain, and then grabbed a few quivers from the wooden stand and ran towards a small earthblock not far away. He felt that he should do something he was good at.

The little earthbow was about thirty steps away from here. He quickly arrived at the top of the slope and looked around. The terrain here was not very high, about one and a half high, but he could almost see the entire camp.

He stretched the bowstring and tried it. Compared with human bows, this orc bow is much harder. Although the range of this bow is far, it is a little worse in accuracy, because the hard bow is less easy to control and cannot be maintained. However, Diago felt that with his own strength, there was no problem.

He knelt on one knee on the ground and threw the quiver aside. The four quivers were filled with at least twenty arrows in each. He pulled out all the arrows inside, and inserted them upwards into the soft soil in front of him.

"Okay, let's start, it's the time to perform!" he said to himself, then took a deep breath, picked up an arrow from the ground and placed it on the bowstring.

...

Masley Bear Skin showed his power among the orcs. One dragon roar after another was harvested by him like wheat, but gradually, he felt the difficulty. After the orcs had been organized after the initial panic, they were organized. Seeing that there were no follow-up attackers, they were relieved to form dense formations and use long-handled weapons - spears or hunting forks to block the attack of the giant bear. This is also the most common method used by people to fight against beasts.

In front of this hedgehog formation, Masley had nowhere to go. On the contrary, when he hit several times, he was cut by other orcs from the side. If it weren't for the thick animal hair as thick as the blanket, the hard skin and the thick fat triple protection under him, he would have been seriously injured. But even so, he had also hung up the color, far less free than he was at the beginning.

"Didn't that human run away in the chaos?" He speculated a little angrily. He was not willing to think so, but he had not seen the human appear so far, especially at this moment when he needed help, which made him a little frustrated.

Just as he was cloning because of random thoughts, a cunning orc attacked him from behind. Although he sensibly avoided the fatal key, the spear still stabbed his left leg.

"Bar bark protects the body!" The giant bear let out a huge roar. With his roar, a druid spell was cast. Under the action of this spell, its skin became hardened and rough, covered with wrinkles, as hard as iron bark. It twisted its body and waved its claws at the orc in anger, but the wound on its legs affected its agility. This time, it did not hit the despicable sneak attacker - this was the first time it had missed since the war began.

The orcs were overjoyed, and they obviously saw the dawn of victory. Many people swarmed up with their weapons, trying to knock the enemy over by relying on their number of people. Many weapons cut on the skin of the druids who applied the bark technique, making a bang sound. At this time, even Masley Bear Skin felt a little regretful. He felt that he was really reckless before. He jumped to avoid the attack, and looked around for the opportunity to break through, but there were people everywhere. The dragon roar orcs who had reacted had already surrounded the place.

"The goddess is with me!" The druid shouted and launched a desperate charge towards the gun forest in front of him. He had aspirations to die and was determined to defend his glory with death.

But at this moment, a sharp arrow flew over his head and shot the orc in front of him.

"The accurate head is really bad. Have they finally remembered to use bows and arrows?" Masley laughed coldly in his heart. He didn't care about what weapon he died under. He only cared about how many green-skinned monsters he killed before he died.

Another arrow flew over his head, "inadvertently injured" an orc, and then the third one, which shot in a crook. The druid finally realized something was wrong. In his perception, although the orc's shooting technique was not reliable, it was not that far behind.

More sharp arrows flew over, like poisonous wasp tail stings. They flew over one by one, stinging on the orcs, nailing them to the ground.

The encirclement in front of the giant bear was almost broken in the blink of an eye, and the giant bear rushed over without hesitation. The orcs holding the spear turned around and chased, but the dense spear array became a burden at this time. Few orcs could think of standing up the spear and turning around. This required strict training and strict discipline, which was exactly what these dragon-throated orc robbers lacked. Together with wisdom, these things disappeared from their bodies after they drank the blood of the demon, leaving only stupidity and madness.

Masray Bearskin returned from behind the orcs, and he bit and slapped wildly, and one orc after another fell under his claws. The feeling of familiarity surged into his heart with irresistible feelings. He was very familiar with this way of fighting. In his hometown, in the Ashes Valley, in the Black Coast, in the Ferwood Forest, in the battle with the enemy, the wild druids turned into beasts and rushed to the front, and the elf shooters always provided fire support as their most trusted partners.

On the hillside, Diago pulled the bowstring coldly and then let go of his fingers. As the bowstring sounded, another orc in the camp screamed and fell to the ground.

"So, I'm a hunter, and a good hunter," he sighed in his heart. He finally confirmed his profession. In a sense, he did not travel through time because the soul of this character originally belonged to him.

In fact, Diago knew nothing about shooting, whether it was bows or arrows. Before traveling, he was a freshman in college for a period of time, but that was just a walk-through and a look. He now relies more on the hunter skills of the body itself. These skills seem to have been hidden in his body, like instinct, innate and innate, but now he is just awakening again. Every time he shoots a bow, these skills will instinctively correct his shooting posture, making his shooting more accurate and deadly.

At that moment, a voice sounded deep in his heart. It was the glory of the hunter, the faith of the hunter, and the song belonging to the hunter.

I am the king of the Altlank Valley,

Frost remembers my death again and again.

I am the flag of the whistle,

The flares shine with glory.

I am the soul of the cemetery,

The tombstone was covered with frost.

I am the master of the bridge.

The bridge deck is shaking for me.

No one can get close to me,

Discovery means death.

No one can cross the line of defense.

I am an indestructible wall.

Behind me,

It is the last fortress.

Behind me,

It is the general of Thunder Spear.

The alliance will not fall.

Unless I'm dead!

...

"I am the king of Ultratown, and Bings remembers my death again and again..."

Diago sang softly, and shot out from his hands like sharp arrows, and the sound of the vibration of the bowstrings seemed to be continuous.

"I am the flag of the whistle, and the flares shine with glory..."

The memory of fighting day and night in the Altlan Valley returned to his mind. His singing began to become high, and tears rushed out of his eyes, but even though his vision was blurred, he still hit him all.

"I am the soul of the cemetery, and the tombstone is filled with frost..."

The orcs in the camp did not dare to rush around anymore. They paniced around looking for cover. This was like a miracle. The arrows fell like rain. He suppressed the entire army alone.

"I am the master of the bridge, and the bridge deck is shaking for me..." He continued to sing. Finally, a neatly dressed orc rushed over here - he was discovered.

"No one can get close to me, and it is death..." Diago half-squinted his eyes, as if he had been completely immersed in the past time. The blood and glory of the past gradually became clear, and the power and skills of the past were returning to his body.

Diago calmly shot an arrow at the orc, but failed to hit the target. The orc waved the battle axe and knocked the arrow away.

"No one can cross the line of defense, I am an indestructible wall..." The hunter bent his bow and arrow again, and his hand was as stable as a rock, without any trembling. After a brief aim, he shot the arrow in his hand.

This time, the orc was hit, but the thick plate armor on his chest did not cause any damage to the attack. The arrow made a "ding" sound, and then fell to the ground weakly.

The orcs are closer, and there are about ten steps away. Perhaps a charge can rush to him.

"Behind me is the last fortress..." The song continued to flutter, as if it would never stop.

The hunter was not panicked. He picked up the last arrow from the ground and placed it on the bowstring. At the same time, a sharp arcane energy flowed out of his body and wrapped it along his arm to the front of the arrow.

Over the long years, those hunters who possess spell talent but have no chance to be enlightened by mages have gradually mastered the method of using the arcane power in their bodies. They simply extracted these energy and poured them into arrow branches or traps. Arcane shooting, shock shooting, Chimera shooting, frozen traps..., one unique skill after another, exclusive hunters were invented, and gradually, hunters have become an indispensable force on the battlefield.

"Behind me is the general of Thunder Spear..." The singing continued, and in a daze, the hunter seemed to return to the Altlan Valley, watching the enemy rushing up like a tide.

The orc rushed very quickly. When Diago was still four or five steps away, Diago could even see the bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.

The orc raised the battle axe in his hand, and the empty door was wide open on his chest, but he was not afraid. The fact just now had proved that this human weak bow and arrow could not penetrate his plate armor. He opened his mouth wide, and the smelly saliva flowed down his fangs.

At this moment, he heard the vibration of the bowstring, and then the dull sound of the sharp arrow shooting into the armor. The distance was too close, and the two sounds were almost connected.

The orc didn't care, but after he continued to rush for two steps, the severe pain from his chest forced him to stop. He staggered, lowered his head, and looked at his chest in disbelief. There, a sharp arrow penetrated almost completely into the iron-cast plate armor, leaving only a short tail feather - there was the position of the heart.

He raised his head in despair, looked at the enemy that was almost within reach, and made a sound of fickleness in his throat, and then fell down like a wooden stake.

"The alliance will not fall unless I am dead!" Diyago Asnar roared loudly, and the last lyrics burst out from his chest like a surging tide. Human language is so sonorous at this moment. He proudly raised his head and looked at the dead camp, like a king looking down at his own territory.

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Note: The hunter of Azeroth is not just a hunter. He is like a mage, warrior and even a paladin, a fighting profession.

In ancient times, the call from the wilderness allowed some adventurers to come out of their comfortable homes and venture into the harsh and ruthless primitive wilderness. Adventurers who persisted and survived became hunters.

These expert shooters let the enemy die under their bow or gun shooting. But don't think they don't have the ability to fight melee, and although not as good as their ranged attacks, hunters are still able to wield melee weapons and fight with their enemies in close combat.

The art of survival is very important for hunters wandering in the wilderness. Hunters can easily track wild beasts, demons, dragons or any other creature they want to track. They are good at disguising and quietly traveling through woods and grasslands like ghosts. As kings of the wilderness, they can set traps on the enemy's paths, burn, freeze and kill approaching enemies.

As we all know, hunters have reached a lifelong contract with some wild animals. They train eagles, leopards, bears and various other wild animals to fight side by side. They can also enhance their various abilities with the help of different beast spirits.
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