"That's good..." Seeing that the blood elves were prepared, Regen could only nod his head in resignation, "But my colleagues in the Honor Castle are not very friendly to the tribe. You must not cause any trouble..."
"Do you think I look like a troublemaker?" Evelin rolled her eyes at Regan, obviously dissatisfied with him classifying her as a "troublemaker", "As long as the people in the alliance don't take action against me first,
This lady is too lazy to pay attention to them..."
Ragen raised his eyebrows and said as if unintentionally: "Then which lady was the first to attack my lieutenant at the Dark Portal? If I hadn't stopped her in time, I'm afraid she would have been killed by your dagger.
It’s under”
Thinking of the situation at that time, a blush suddenly flashed across the pretty face of the blood elf, and he glared at the knight with shame and annoyance: "Okay, okay, it was my fault before, and now I am satisfied with my apology! Humph!" He said and stomped around.
Turned around and gave Regen a slap on the back of the head
"Well, it's better not to apologize..." Regan rubbed his nose awkwardly, not intending to dwell on this topic any more. After all, it's not very shameful for a gentleman to expose other women's shortcomings, and Sophie didn't do it either.
Nothing happened, you have to be merciful and merciful
The previous infiltration and assassination operations lasted a whole night. It was already dawn in Draenor, and a faint light of morning light shone through the mountain streams, illuminating the red land of Hellfire Peninsula.
Regan took out a dragon-shaped badge from his chest, muttered a spell silently and threw it into the air. A black crack half a man's height tore open in the void and appeared in front of the two of them. Accompanied by a strange scream, a horse
The black armored war horse jumped out suddenly, looking directly at the knight who summoned him with red eyes.
Evelin on the side did not continue to be angry with Ragen, because her eyes had been attracted by this extraordinary war horse. The blood elf felt that she had never seen such a wild and unique mount: the whole body of the black horse showed a
The most perfect streamline shape, the mane on the neck is like the smooth long hair of a girl, revealing a charming halo under the meager sunlight in the morning, which makes Evelin intoxicated.
"What a beautiful war horse..." the blood elf said with a hint of jealousy, "even compared with the most noble white chocobo of the Sun Chaser Court, it is not inferior."
"Really? But I don't think Kana would be happy if you said that..." Regan patted the war horse's neck and smiled, and the latter also raised his proud head and cast a disdainful look at the blood elf, as if
Like a jealous human girl, Evelin was stunned.
"God, this horse is so... so weird." The blood elf thought for a long time before finding a word to describe it, and then said to Regan, "But what did you call her? Kana? Oh... I really admire you.
You can think of a name with such a strong local flavor!"
"Xi Yu Yu~"
The black horse raised its front hooves at the blood elf in a demonstrative manner, as if to warn her not to point fingers at her name. Evelin was shocked and stepped back. If Regen hadn't quickly pulled the reins, she would definitely have been hit like this.
foot
"Miss Evelin, Kana is not a good-tempered girl like you. I have to run away if I get angry, so you'd better not offend her." Regen winked at the blood elf, turned over and rode.
Getting on the black war horse, without waiting for Evelin to react to what he just said, he stretched out his arms to pick her up on the horse, and galloped towards the Hellfire Fortress in the southwest with her cooing.
——————————————————————The highest level of Hellfire Citadel, in front of the Chief’s Seat in the Broken Hall
A naked Draenei woman was panting in pain. Her beautiful blue skin was covered with deep tooth marks and claw marks. Her beaten cheeks were swollen like balls, and her original beauty was no longer recognizable.
face
At this moment, her slender legs were shamefully stretched into a straight line, and a guy two sizes larger than an ordinary evil orc was leaning on her body and thrusting, and every deep thrust would bring out some blood, and then
He entered again amidst her painful wails, and brutally humiliated this originally beautiful Draenei woman like torture.
"call…"
The evil beastman's whole body trembled suddenly, and in the endless pleasure he picked up the moaning woman underneath him, then broke her neck alive, and still thrust forward a few times in the lifeless body, and then he finally
The dead bodies were thrown away like garbage
The orc, whose lower body was as ferocious as a child's arms, wiped away the oily sweat, and without caring about his nakedness, he said to the guard on the side: "What's the situation on the city wall now? Are those pink guys still continuing to attack the city?"
As if he had long been accustomed to his master's desolation, the evil orc attendant replied respectfully, "That's right, great chief! News came from the defenders on the city wall that the Alliance's attack was becoming increasingly fierce, and our troops
We have begun to be unable to withstand it, and one-third of the strongholds on the city wall have been lost. If we don't send reinforcements, I'm afraid the Alliance will continue to put pressure on us..."
"Humph, it's just an exaggeration by this guy Gargoma." The evil orc on the throne put on his armor and wiped the war blade on his left hand with the clothes that the dead Draenei had just stripped off - there were no ordinary people there.
Only the murder weapon covered with black blood stains
Like the members of the Black Fang Clan, members of the Shatterhand Clan are accustomed to ritual mutilation to show their allegiance to the clan. Orcs in the clan who are promoted to warrior status must sacrifice their left hand-either a severed arm or a limb.
In the form of the remaining parts of their limbs after amputation, they are often replaced by some clumsy weapons or tools.
Compared to other members of the clan, Kargas Blade Fist did an even better job: Not only did he amputate his left hand, but he also often used his right hand with a sharp ax with a hole in the lower part during battles, so that both of his hands could
Become a weapon and wield it in battle, cutting into pieces any enemy who dares to get close.
As one of the former fighting heroes of the tribe, Kargath still enjoys a high reputation among the orc communities in Azeroth today. In order to seize the power of the tribe, Gul'dan established a shadow council on the tribal chief.
Directly controlling every move of the entire tribe, Kargath has risen to this level with his unwavering loyalty and bravery, becoming the only member of the Shadow Council who is not a warlock.
It can be seen from this that even in the old tribe with many strong men, Kargath's strength is still beyond doubt. So now that he has become the leader of the evil orcs, he will only become more powerful.
"I have fought humans, elves, and demons," Kaga paused, "In my impression, except for Lord Illidan, there is almost no race that can compare with us.
Orcs... of course, except for those green-skinned guys, they are no longer pure orcs, sooner or later I will pull that Frostwolf family boy from the position of chief!"
Kargas glanced at the attendants and said: "Now they are just mere humans. Why should Jagoma be defeated by them? Tell him that if the Hellfire Wall is really lost, let him come to see him with his head."
I!"
"Yes, Chief!" the attendant bowed his head and responded, then bowed and retreated, watched the attendant leave, and said to the other servants next to him, "Go and get another blue-skinned girl to come over. The one just now wasn't twisted very badly.
It’s not enough to do it…”
—————————————— “Boom!”
The Alliance's artillery intensively bombarded the Hellfire City Wall. After many days of continuous attacks, the fortress that originally symbolized unbreakable began to loosen. More and more strongholds were opened, and even the evil beasts could not be brave.
Fearing death, he went on and on for reinforcements, but was still reduced to ashes under the powerful offensive of the alliance army.
Gradually, more and more strongholds were planted with the Alliance's lion-heart flag. Nearly two-thirds of the evil orcs' fortifications on the city wall were taken away, leaving only a few strongholds.
"What, what did you say!" Jagoma roared at the attendant who came to report the news, and spattered the other person's face. "Can't the great chief hear the sound of the cannon that is so deafening? He actually
I have to resist myself! What can I use to resist! These dead bodies?"
"Sir, I know you are also having difficulties, but the great chief is not in a good mood at the moment..." Before the attendant could finish perfunctoryly, he was kicked ten yards away by the grumpy city wall inspector, and he fainted after hitting the wall.
"Damn it, are we going to die in vain if we are in a bad mood?" Gargomar shouted angrily, "If I had known this, I might as well have promised that guy Creedan to help Magtheridon..."
"Be careful, sir!" At this time, an orc warlock next to him interrupted him, winked at him and said, "I think it's not too late even if you are willing to do this now, but now you have to defeat the alliance's offensive.
Only then can we continue to discuss the possibility of that matter..."
Gagoma snorted coldly and wiped the mixture of blood and sweat on his face: "How can we interrupt them, just with the few remaining birdmen and the dead bodies on the ground?"
"There is no need to panic. Sir, since Lord Credan wants to recruit you, he will definitely not sit back and watch the city wall be captured by humans... Please continue to hold on for a while. I estimate that reinforcements will arrive soon!" The evil orc warlock revealed a mystery.
smile
"It's the best..." Jagoma muttered, "I don't want to be insulted by those damn pink guys when the time comes."
Just as the orcs were discussing reinforcements, a troop behind the Fort of Glory army came toward the fortress, and they were marching so fast that the alliance's scouts did not dare to be careless and immediately reported the situation to the army.
Danas in command
"An army of troops?" the Stromgarde general frowned and rubbed his chin, "What are they here to do at this time?"
After thinking for a moment, Danas waved his hand and said to Arator beside him: "Thor, you immediately lead the rear team to intercept the orcs. You cannot let them in under any circumstances. Do you hear me?"
"As you command, my lord!" The half-elf immediately accepted the order and retreated.