The roar of the old orc was unexpectedly full of energy, and Arthas could hear it clearly in the distance. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the orc wolf cavalry quickly withdrew from the battle and carried their wounded companions out of the snowman's attack range. The old orc strode forward, and when he was still some distance away from the snowman, the old orc stopped moving, clenched his weapon in both hands, bowed slightly, and slowly swam around the snowman, looking like a thief.

After the fight just now, although the snowman was not seriously injured, he was also a little tired, and when he saw that the enemy in front of him had not attacked for the time being, he relaxed his body not so vigilantly and took a slight breath. The old orc was waiting for such an opportunity, and at the moment when the snowman's muscles relaxed, he decisively launched an attack. However, it was not the one-handed sword in the hands of the old orc who attacked, only to hear the old orc shout, a colorful light flashed, and a phantom appeared behind the old man, and Arthas looked at it from afar, like a pillar with a pattern.

The old orc's shout startled the snowman, the behemoth vaguely felt that the dazzling light was a great threat to him, and when he bared his teeth to intimidate his opponent, the old man's one-handed sword pointed forward, and a thick stream of blue lightning projected out from the phantom behind the old man, hitting the snowman's face. After a crackling electric shock, the snowman's face went black, and the wolf companions of the orc wolf cavalry pounced, revealing their fangs in their mouths, and cloudy saliva flowed from their mouths - a smell of roasted meat permeated the battlefield.

The snowman is covered in thick hair, and is highly resistant to both physical and magical damage. However, the hairless area of the face is obviously its weak point, and the lightning hit the snowman's eyes hard, which can't help but turn the entire head into a black paste, and also severely damaged the snowman's eyes, making it lose its ability to see.

The dark snowman in front of him was extremely frightened, his hands fluttering in the air, and the orc wolf cavalry did not dare to approach. The old orc gasped and shouted again. With the shout of the old orc, the light behind him flashed again, and it burrowed into the snowman's feet. In an instant, clumps of vines grew out from under the snowman's feet, entangled the snowman's feet and arms.

The struggling snowman quickly broke free and broke a few vines, but as the number of vines gradually increased, the new vines grew thicker and thicker, and finally, the snowman was surrounded by hundreds of vines with a diameter of half a meter, and although he could still let out a roar, he could not move at all.

The orcs and wolf cavalry burst into cheers, while the old orc sat on the ground, struggling to get up, but never got up, and the phantom behind him gradually dissipated. The orc wolf cavalry rushed to the snowman's side, climbed up the vines, and stabbed the snowman in the neck, ears, and mouth with sharp weapons.

As large clouds of dark red blood flowed down the vines, the snowman's roar faded away. And the vines that wrapped around the snowman gradually became thinner, and the orc wolf cavalry hurriedly jumped down from the snowman. The tapering vines finally couldn't support the snowman's huge body, and they were broken one after another, and with a "boom", the snowman's body fell to the snow, and the blood flowing from the wound soaked the open space in front of the cave.

The old orc seemed to have regained some strength, stood up, and with the support of an orc wolf cavalry, he came to the mouth of the cave. The old orc's mouth was full of words, and he didn't know what incantation he was muttering. Soon, a dozen orc wolf cavalry rushed into the cave, and in a few moments they brought out seven or eight living creatures that were struggling—a miniature version of the snowman just now, which seemed to be its children.

Arthas didn't know what this group of orc wolf cavalry was doing with these little snowmen, and when he was guessing, he found that nearly a hundred giant wolves swarmed up and began to eat the corpses of the giant snowmen. Although the snowman was huge, it couldn't stand the wolf's meat, and it was eaten all over the ground in a short time, and even the bones were chewed to pieces.

The old orc didn't know what to say, and the orc wolf cavalry threw the little snowman into the wolf pile, and soon, the little snowman was eaten alive and skinned. However, the wolves were obviously not satisfied, staring at blood-red eyes, and their long, spiky tongues poking out of their mouths, and the flesh stuffed between their teeth could be faintly seen.

The old orc shook his head, and shouted again, Arthas couldn't hear what the old orc was saying, but Frost Sorrow must know. Arthas turned his head to look at his little magic sword, and Frost Sorrow knew his master's thoughts, and explained to him, "That old orc is ordering his men to kill the wolf. ”

Arthas was a little puzzled, and then reacted - in the battle just now, the orc wolf cavalry suffered a lot of casualties, but the giant wolf had almost no casualties, so now the number of wolves is more than the number of orc wolf cavalry. Frost Grief was not wrong, and with the order of the old orc, the orc wolf cavalry walked towards their former partners.

At this time, Arthas understood why the old orcs let the wolves divide the body of the snowman, because wolves have more meat and less meat, and this way is the most effective way to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of the wolves. All the giant wolves with blood lying in the corners of their mouths, the orc wolf cavalry didn't care, and those giant wolves with no blood at the corners of their mouths and no red on their paws obviously had the upper hand in the scramble just now and found nothing, and these relatively weak wolves were killed by the orc wolf cavalry, whimpered, and lay on their backs on the snow. And the giant wolves, who had already shed blood, pounced on the corpses of their companions and feasted on them again.

After a bloody and tragic feast, the orc wolf cavalry adjusted the number of wolves to match their own number, mounted their mounts, and galloped towards the depths of the valley under the leadership of the old man. The pile of scattered bones left on the ground, and the fact that the orc wolf cavalry had left less than seventy numbered, tell the story of a battle of great losses—about a third of the orc wolf cavalry and the giant wolf died at the cave gate—both to the benefit of the snowmen and to their companions.

Arthas came out of the hiding place behind the tree, frowned and asked, "It's strange, the wolf cavalry of the orcs has always eaten and lived with their own wolves, and they have a deep affection, how can they kill their own companions?"

Suddenly, Arthas thought of a very reasonable but somewhat bizarre answer - this group of orc wolf cavalry must have run out of food. Orcs don't necessarily have to eat meat, they can eat grains and fruits, but giant wolves can't live without meat, so they need to hunt huge snowmen and kill the extra giant wolves.

Moreover, the food of the orcs and wolf cavalry must not be abundant, because if the old orcs had struck first just now, there would definitely not be so many wolf cavalry dead, which can be regarded as a means of saving food, ......right? If this orc army was the vanguard of the attack on Lordaeron, how could it be so starved of food?