The orc's pace is not fast, but it is rhythmic. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The thighs as thick as the waist of an adult man swayed, and the bare/bare soles of his feet stepped in the soft grass of the wetland. Unlike the average orc warrior, with his entire naked/exposed upper body and his huge battle axe, Arthas understood that this was a formidable opponent, and the kind of opponent who liked to fight for his life.

Most of the orcs that Arthas has seen are a little out of proportion because their upper bodies are too thick, and when they walk and run, they will bend their bodies, but this orc, the proportions of the body are very balanced, and the momentum is imposing, even if he stands far below the fortress, it makes Arthas feel a bloody breath coming to his face.

The orc came not far from the Dammod Fortress, unloaded the axe from his shoulder, put it on the ground, and roared wildly at the head of the Dammod Fortress. Despite the distance, Arthas and the others could still understand the meaning of the roar - the orcs preferred to use the simple and crude solution when they encountered a problem - duel.

Arthas's eyes looked at Danas with a serious face, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good - this bald uncle, who was middle-aged, but still hot-blooded, did not seem to let this orc be presumptuous here. Sure enough, Danas spoke, "Open the gates, and I'll meet this guy myself!"

Arthas hurriedly stopped: "Prince Danas, you have just been injured, so don't take action yourself...... This orc is just provoking, we don't care about it, they will naturally take other actions in a moment. "There was something that Arthas did not say, but it was clear to all the people at the head of the city that Prince Danas was the only one capable of commanding the militia of Riptide that were now stationed at the fortress of Dammod and on the other side of the bridge of Sador. What if something happens to him......

Arthas didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and Mograine also opened his mouth to persuade: "Your Royal Highness Prince Danas, this orc is very unusual, for the sake of the battle situation, you still ...... Don't rush into a duel with it as well. Danas was stunned for a moment, looked at the relatively taciturn Lordaeron Guardian who had been following Arthas, and asked, "What's so unusual?"

Mograine pointed to the orc outside the fortress and explained to the people at the head of the city: "Orcs rarely use weapons such as bows and arrows, but in the defense of the city just now, those orcs will not know that we have archers. But now, the orc was brazenly within range of his bow and arrows...... That means it has the confidence that our bow and arrow can't hit it. ”

Mograine's words made Danas hesitate for a moment before he said, "It's also possible that this is its provocation." Mograine shook his head and didn't speak, but he thought that orcs, no matter how stupid, would not risk their lives for such a pointless act. The only explanation is that the orc has enough confidence in its body's defenses. Mograine felt that the orc under the city might have the same self-defense weapon as himself, the "Holy Shield".

Arthas interjected, "Why, don't you know if you try it?" As he spoke, Arthas nodded to Winlessa on the side. Wen Lesa understood what Arthas meant, pulled out the longbow at his waist, and came to the battlements of the city wall, his shoulders shook, his green chest was straightened, the war bow with delicate carvings and strength was not weak at all had been drawn into a full circle, and a purple arcane arrow condensed in Wen Lessa's hand.

However, with a slight aim, Wen Lesa still dispelled the arcane energy in her hand, and in the bewildered eyes of everyone in the city, Wen Lesa pulled out a physical arrow from the quiver behind her and placed it on her bowstring. High Elf Rangers, unlike archers of other races, can still shoot with arcane arrows after they have run out of arrows. Therefore, the arrows carried by the High Elf rangers are usually arrows with special effects, such as the "Pterodactyl Spike" that Wen Lesa fixed the orc shaman Drektar, which is one of the more valuable ones.

Wen Lesa is now using an arrow that is more suitable for breaking through armor. The arrows of this arrow were heavier, with four sharp edges and corners—Winlessa trusted Mograine's judgment that the orc under the city must have excellent defenses. In order to show off in front of that little / lust / ghost, Wen Lesa decided to fight.

With a "buzz", the bowstring in Winlessa's hand was released, and the arrow flew like a meteor towards the orc under the city. However, the High Elf Ranger's attack did not stop, and with a swift movement, Wen Lesa took out four arrows in a row from the quiver and shot them at the orc in a row.

Even the ranger, who has been drawing bows and archery for many years, has exhausted Wen Leisa's physical strength a little too much after doing this series of actions. She bit her lip, braced her body, and looked down at the city, wanting to test her victory, but was stunned by the scene below.

The five arrows that Wen Lesa thought would kill did hit the orc without exception, and almost at the same time. However, the arrows that could not be detected with the naked eye were blocked by the axe of the orc's leisurely raised battle axe, and in a series of crisp clanging sounds, all of Wenlesa's arrows fell to the ground.

For this trip to Dammod Fortress, Grom Hellroar would have been very resistant. He is the number one warrior in the orc alliance and has come to Azeroth to fight even more powerful opponents. After taking that green potion many times, and even swallowing a large amount of puree, Grom felt that his body was full of power, and even Goron of Blade Mountain was no longer his opponent.

Therefore, after the portal between Azeroth and the world of Draenor, the Dark Door, opened, Grom came to this strange world with a desire for a powerful enemy, but after arriving here, he was somewhat disappointed. The natives here were so weak that the first human army that came out of the Dark Gate was slaughtered by Grom alone, probably a few hundred or so. Then, Grom, who didn't feel the challenge, returned to the world of Draenor on his own.

However, the news that came after that gave Grom was very uplifted, and the orcs offensive had been thwarted. It is said that a bald human warrior, alternating between two-handed swords and sword shields, killed countless orcs and forced Gul'dan's army into the swamp of sorrow in the north of the Cursed Lands.

Grom would not sympathize with those of his kind who died at the hands of that human warrior, and in his eyes, the weak had only one ending. Even his own own son, the ...... The name Grom couldn't remember, the baby was born weak, and he had mercilessly thrown it on the grasslands of Nagrand, and maybe now he was picking up the dung and eggs of the Split-Hoofed Cow!