Different from Azeroth's three continental plates, the overall shape of Draenor is closer to an anchor: Hellfire Peninsula is equivalent to the anchor handle, while Zangarmarsh is the anchor body, which is used to connect the "anchor tip"
" and the different areas of the "Anchor Handle" location. If Regan and others want to go from Hellfire Peninsula to Nagrand, Zangarmarsh is the place they must pass through.
In this endless swamp, the pervasive unique gas and fertile soil have created a strange wetland ecology, making it the home of many kinds of strange creatures. When Reagan and his party passed by the muddy purple land, many
The ferocious carnivorous soft-bodied creatures and flower creatures all poked their heads out to feast. Apparently these bloodthirsty monsters have already fallen in love with the delicious taste of human flesh.
"Troublesome thing!" Roxas raised his foot and stepped on a swamp rat that tried to attack his leg until his intestines were split open. It seemed that the harmless little creatures in the swamp were now in a certain danger.
It’s really hard to guard against
"Locke, how big is this swamp? How come the scenery hasn't changed even after walking for two hours?" Herod, who was familiar with the orcs at the side, asked while walking with his horse buckled.
Because of the soft mud, it was difficult for mounts to move here, so most of the Red Storm soldiers jumped off their horses and trudged through the swamp on foot. Roxas, who was also holding a warg, wiped his sweat and felt a little frustrated.
He shook his head and said: "I have been away from Draenor for too long, and now I can't even tell whether Nagrand is in the south or north... Maybe you can ask the local indigenous people to know how big the swamp is."
Herod curled his lips: "They are still indigenous. I walked for a long time and didn't even see a ghost! The fog is so heavy today. God knows when we can get out of this damn place..." As he said, he waved the machete again and slashed a ghost.
A living piranha was cut in half
"Patience, my brother," Roxas nuzzled at Regan in front of him, "Didn't you see that your leader is very ambitious? As the saying goes, when your head is empty, you might as well put your hope in others.
body"
"Uh... is there such a saying? Why haven't I heard it?" Herod scratched his head.
"Of course there is, but it was created by Mr. Roxas Saurfang," Evelin on the side took over and said sarcastically, "You have to think about it, even though Mr. Orc volunteered to take over the role of guide.
It’s a job, but I don’t know the roads here at all. If I don’t find an excuse to shirk it, wouldn’t it highlight my incompetence?”
"Hey, that's not what you said..." Roxas said with a guilty conscience.
"What should I say?" The blood elf finally caught the opportunity to retaliate against the other party, how could he let it go so easily? She sneered, "Public weapons are used for private purposes, regardless of Salma's original defense work, and through so-called mediation, they are broken
He ran to Nagrand with the Mag'har, and even tricked me into coming with him! Don't you feel shameful, Mr. Orc?"
Roxas blushed at what he said, and instinctively wanted to refute, but when the words came to him, he was speechless and couldn't utter a word: after all, what he did was indeed not very honorable, and strictly speaking, he was guilty of dereliction of duty.
Due to the tribe's strict military laws, it would not be too much for Nazuku to kill himself now.
"Uh... everyone might as well calm down, there may be some misunderstanding here..." Herod is good at fighting, but he is not good at persuading people to fight. Seeing the blood elf's menacing momentum, Roxas was speechless, so he kindly persuaded,
But unexpectedly, I heard a cold snort from behind - it turned out that my boss's wife was unhappy.
"Herold, why do you get in the middle of people's quarrel?" Sophie glared at him, making the bloody warrior shrink back and dare not say anything. It seems that the elf shares Evelin's hatred for this matter and wants to punish her severely.
Teach Roxas a lesson
Seeing Herod giving him a helpless look, the orc secretly complained in his heart: This is really bad luck for eight lifetimes. If one of them is not enough, two more will come! Look at these women, they are worse than the scavenger wolves in the prairie.
It's evil! Forefathers above, come and save poor little Locke...
Just as the orcs were wailing inwardly, a warning sound from the scouts sounded from the front: "Be prepared for battle. There seems to be an unknown humanoid creature five hundred yards ahead. We haven't yet distinguished between friend and foe.
Boss, tell everyone to stay alert!"
As soon as these words came out, the soldiers who originally wanted to watch the excitement dispersed and picked up their weapons one after another in a vigilant posture. Sophie and Evelin did not want to continue to be mad at the orcs, so they all snorted and said:
He made an expression like "Let you go for now". Roxas, who had escaped the injury, hurriedly pushed forward to see what happened.
"Armed personnel in the front, please stop and report your identities and affiliations. If you continue to advance, there is no guarantee that we will not launch an attack!" Regen, who was at the front, shouted to the other party in a deep voice, his words full of vigilance.
"All Alliance members, don't be nervous. We are the Draenei security force from Tyrandor. We came here to identify you because we found your traces!" Several humanoid creatures walking towards them dropped their weapons and waved them empty.
He waved his hand to show that there was no hostility, "I wonder if we can go there now?"
Hearing the origin of the other party, the soldiers of Crimson Storm could not help but heave a sigh of relief. Reigen also sheathed his sword and said: "Of course! Please don't blame me. We must be careful in this foggy place!"
When these people came close enough, their blue skin and broad shoulders emerged from the fog - they were indeed tall Draenei.
Regan stepped forward and exchanged an alliance military salute with one of the leaders: "We are the Red Storm Regiment of the 7th Legion heading to Nagrand from Glory Castle to perform a mission. I am the commander of the Regiment.
Alliance Major General Christine Regan, what should I call you?"
"Ah, it turns out to be Lord Dragon Slayer Knight. I really admire his name for a long time! This is Captain Rendosa, the garrison officer of Tyrandor." The Draenei said in great surprise, "Could it be that you just responded to Sha'tar's request for help and went to Nagg?"
Lan came to solve the problem of Tara Breaker?"
"That's right," Reagan nodded, "but as you can see, we seem to have encountered some trouble here... Well, to be precise, we should be lost."
Lendosa showed an expected smile: "It's no wonder. It was fine in the past few years, but since this time, almost all outsiders have gotten lost here."
"Oh, what's going on?" Regen asked curiously.
—————————————————————————— ps: Would I say that I missed a thousand words because I was too late for socializing?