() July is officially the best time of the year at the southern foothills of the Northern Iron Ridge Mountains. The warm wind blows from the southern tip of the Valoran continent, carrying the scent of wheat from the Great Plains of Demacia and blowing quietly.

On Dravid's face, his nostrils suddenly trembled a few times without warning, and then he sneezed hard!

If! If! There was no rancid smell from the Howling Swamp! Then how pleasant this warm afternoon would be! The troll Dravidian let out a deep roar from his strong chest, as if to remove the annoying swamp smell from his body.

He let it out. Perhaps these movements were too violent, and his stomach made a series of gurgling sounds.

Hungry again...Dravidian thought in annoyance, and then he stretched out his thick fingers to squeeze into the edge of the helmet, and scratched his scalp hard. It was really itchy, until the top of his head felt like it was unbearable.

When the itching sensation he endured disappeared, he stopped and carefully held the itching finger with his other hand.

There was a large black pot in front of him. There was a big hole on the edge of the pot and the other side was dented. This pot was Dravid's favorite, but every time he saw the cheerful flames licking

When he licked the bottom of the pot, he always had an uncontrollable anger. If he had smashed that human's head first when he was eight years old, maybe this cute iron pot wouldn't have become so miserable.

Dravidian sighed, stirred his finger in the hot water, and carefully "washed" the red powder he took out from his scalp into the pot. The red powder grew on their heads.

A kind of moss, as a jungle troll, they will let those tiny plants parasitize their bodies.

This provides them with a large amount of salt, which will not make them weak when there is a lack of salt. Of course, this red moss cannot replace the role of salt. They are later used as an emergency measure, or have become

Characteristics of the Dravidian clan.

If there was a human or yordle nearby, he would definitely scream, because the Bloodscalp clan is one of the cruelest tribes among the trolls!

After putting the red moss into the pot, after more than a hundred blinks, the hot water finally started to boil! Please forgive the stupidity of the trolls, they can only blink their eyes to express a short period of time. Dravidian

Take a piece of dried meat from your belt, tear off a large piece with your sharp nails, and throw it into the boiling water!

He thought for a while and muttered, "There's not much left!" Then he took out a small piece of dried meat from the leather skirt. This piece of dried meat seemed to be no different from the previous one, but Dravi

But with a distressed expression on his face, he kissed it gently, and finally tore off a small piece and threw it into the pot.

In Dravidian's eyes, the thigh meat of adult humans is far less delicious than the meat of young humans! As the most famous scout in the Bloodscalp clan! Dravidian took the lead in rushing into human villages more than once, killing those farmers who dared to resist.

Tear it into pieces! This little baby arm is his trophy from three months ago!

The horrified eyes and frightened expression of the baby's mother were carefully treasured by Dravid in the depths of his memory. This was a beautiful memory! Finally, the strange aroma emanating from the pot dispelled the faint smell of wafting from the Howling Swamp.

The smell made Dravidian wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth! He blew away the turbid meat foam floating on the boiling water with his mouth, couldn't wait to pick up the small piece of meat with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth haphazardly.

I endured the severe pain and started chewing slowly until my mouth was no longer so hot.

Ha! Dravidian finally swallowed the tender meat down his throat and sighed with satisfaction, it was so delicious!

Finally, he took out the hard piece of dried meat and chewed it. Well, why did the cursed troll Trandel let all the troll scouts in the Northern Iron Spine Mountains be scattered throughout the mountains? Could it be that

Because of the oracle of Hakkar the Soul Reaver? Even though Dravidian didn't understand, he still obeyed Trandel's orders!

Cursed Troll Trandel is a hero of the troll clan. He is willing to bear the evil curse for the sake of all the trolls in the ruhgosk tribe! Therefore, he endures the pain of peeling skin all the time!

Thinking of this, Dravidian couldn't help but caress the necklace around his neck! Where is the sacred object given by Trandel! It can make the trolls braver! The elders in the tribe say that Trandel is the successor to the violent headhunter.

After Erjin, the most powerful hero of the troll clan! He will definitely lead the trolls to rebuild the glory of the Amani Empire!

Only Trandel can receive the oracle from the Soul Reaver Hakkar. Some powerful humans may appear recently, and Hakkar needs their blood for sacrifice!

Just as Dravi was thinking about Trandel's words, a violent explosion suddenly came out in the sky, like the sound of a hundred thousand long whips made of human skin being waved!

"Crack!"

This loud noise tore through the thick air, and then a fireball that was several times more dazzling than the sun appeared from the sky. The light emitted from the violent combustion illuminated the entire southern foothills of the North Iron Ridge Mountains as if they were gold.

Sparkle!

And that huge fireball dragged its huge black tail across the sky, making a rumbling sound, as if the sun god Apollo was riding his chariot to patrol his territory!

No! This is not the Sun God! But... but... the Dark Titan - the demon army led by Sargeras! Because at that fireball time, the sky was suddenly filled with dazzling light balls, almost covering the entire sky

!

Dravidian's mind suddenly recalled the story told by the shaman centuries ago. The Burning Legion, composed of the eredar wizards and demons such as the Dread Lord, fought under the Dark Titan Sargeras and the Defiler Archimonde.

Under the leadership of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, he spanned the entire universe and trampled countless worlds!

In the Battle of the Sunwell hundreds of years ago, the Shattered Sun coalition formed by the draenei and blood elves led by the Naaru shattered the Burning Legion's expedition.

Are they coming to Valoran again?

You must know that this story goes back so long that before the continent of Valoran was formed, the shaman in the tribe also learned this legend through the Soul Reaver Hakkar during meditation.

However, this terrifying vision did not scare the troll scout Dravidian. Instead, the fighting spirit in his body burned brightly. He felt that his heart began to beat the drums of charging! Come on! Terrifying

Devil, let me give you a taste of the troll's big stick!

As if he heard Dravid's inner cry, a fireball finally staggered across his head and hit him not far away!

With a loud "Boom!", the rocks on the ground were instantly smashed by the fireball. The broken rocks swept across the entire ground like a heavy rain. Not only that, the burning fragments also completely smashed Dravid's iron pot.

The scalding boiling water mixed with gravel was poured directly on Dravid's body!

But these severe pains made Dravi's pupils glow with blood! Damn you bastards! How dare you break my beloved iron pot!

Shameless thieves, ten thousand times more despicable than humans! Come on, devil! I, Dravidian, the greatest scout of the troll clan, will not be afraid of you. The legend of Dravidian has officially begun!

When Dravidian carefully approached the large pit with green smoke, a violent coughing sound and an angry roar suddenly came from somewhere!

"I'll rub your sister! Server! I'll rub your uncle! Pu Dehuan!"

Wang Hu lay embarrassed in the hot pit. The violent vibrations made his brain confused. The data on his retinas flashed wildly, completely blocking his entire field of vision.

Wang Hu had already seen this n times, so he was not surprised at all. After a few seconds, the turbulent flow of data finally formed a line of large characters on his retina!

Alert! Alert! Historical plot "The Legend of Valoran", Act 1, Prologue, Warrior's Choice.

Brief tips:

This plot is a killing scene. Screeners can choose their own camp, and attacks from their own camp are invalid.

Mission conditions: Filter number 2506749 must choose a camp that is beneficial to him among the three Valorans!

Plot requirements: Obtain the approval of the plot characters and get a medal!

Reward: 2000 overclocking points

Mission difficulty: c+

Gain buff, none.

Death saving throws, none.

An obituary! An obituary!

Failure is death!

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The countdown begins... There are still 71:59:33 hours left before the end of the mission.

Alert! Alert! In this historical plot, all task nodes have been reset!

Alert! Alert! In this historical plot, all plot characters have been reset!

Warning! Warning! Please do not try to confuse this historical plot with other historical plots! Otherwise you will suffer unpredictable losses!

These big bloody characters dyed Wang Hu's retinas a sad blood red color. With the sound of his heart beating, these colors gradually faded away, and the scene in front of him finally became clear. Wang Hu spit out the hot gravel in his mouth with a sigh.

After a few violent coughs, he got up and raised his middle finger to the sky!

I blame you! Overclocking God! This cheating server actually made him enter the plot like a meteor falling. The layer of rocks wrapped around his body almost suffocated Wang Hu. He could clearly feel the fierce friction between the rocks and the air.

Fortunately, the protection of the rock prevented him from turning into a beggar chicken!

Then Wang Hu climbed out of the deep pit with a faint smoke, and suddenly he was stunned. This damn swollen mountain is the Northern Iron Ridge Mountains again! But it's not the same, but the dark rocks on the top of the mountain tell him what you are talking about.

Seeing that everything is real! Wang Hu put his fingers into his mouth, then raised his fingers, closed his eyes and felt the wind flowing in the air!

The cool feeling on his fingers told Wang Hu that the wind was blowing from the north? This little trick of identifying directions can quickly identify the direction in a dim environment, because the sky at this time was obscured by billowing smoke and the sun could no longer be seen.

Fortunately, the visibility is not too low and you can still see clearly.

When Wang Hu opened his eyes, a huge stick suddenly appeared in front of him! It roared and hit his head!

－－－－－－－Please collect it!!－－－－－－－－

Also, there are recommendations for next week!

Things have turned around for Lao Li.

I feel like my writing during this period was pretty good.

Try to avoid problems that have arisen before.

Three thousand words per chapter is not a big pressure.

On the contrary, it was more enjoyable to write.

Therefore, as the new plot unfolds,

Recruit a large number of sidekicks.

But the situation is different from before.

I will mark the credits at the end of each chapter.
To be continued...