Hilbrais, it's a very ordinary place in Azeroth, but it once imprisoned an extraordinary man, or orc.

Thrall, known to those who know Azeroth, is a real orc (the only son of Durontan, the leader of the Frostwolf Clan), who was once a slave of the humans, and the name Thrall means slave. But these are nothing, he to the whole Ai

Zelas explained what love does not discriminate between races, even if it is a green face and fangs, even if the muscles grow to the brain, even if there are many even, but people can open **, it doesn't matter if you are not convinced, people have a childhood sweetheart next door big sister Taresha, and later with

Kenrito's archmage, the strong woman Gianna, has an inexplicable scandalous relationship, and it is rumored that he also has a leg with Sylvanas, the queen of the Forsaken, as for how deep this leg is, it is up to them to ask. (Excerpt from "Infinite ** Notes",

The author agrees 100% with the words of this great god)

"This TMD is really a ginseng prostitute." Wu Ming sighed.

"I'm ashamed of myself in that regard." Nozdorm said approvingly.

"You don't have to moan here without illness, who doesn't know that your guardian dragon is either three wives and four concubines, or a group of heads." Wu understood Nozdorm with a look.

"You are slandering, I am the king of time," Nozdorm was a little embarrassed by Wu Ming's words, and hurriedly explained.

"Okay, okay, you ginseng prostitutes, don't show this in front of me, a tragic magician." Wu Ming mercilessly interrupted Nozdorm's defense.

"Forget it, I'm setting you up now as one of Taresha's helpers to save Sal." Nozdorm felt that he would lose face if he continued to dwell on this issue, so he quickly changed the subject.

"I want to think about it, I'm the only helper you're talking about?" Wu Ming felt the need to ask.

"There's no way, the Henglong Legion has transferred all the helpers that Taresa can find before this, so I have to be an assassin that Taresa paid to help." Nozdorm said helplessly.

"Assassins are good candidates for prison raids, but am I not a mage?" Wu Ming is full of black lines.

"You don't have to worry about this kind of detail." Nozdorm snorted, and then there was no more sound, the meaning was obvious, even if you let this mage fight the monster, you will give me a job immediately.

"It seems that the festival of the king of time has been lost." Wu Ming had no choice but to walk to Dunhold Castle alone, yes, he was the only one, in order not to affect history too much, so Nozdorm only let Wu Ming come alone, and now Wu Ming's strength has been with the five guards

The dragon is level, and even if he is against Upper Mdozno, he is confident that he will win, because as long as Nozdorm is not in the Cave of Time, his combat power is only world-class, and although Wu Ming is also world-class now, it is because he has a world-class surpass

Knowledge can be said to be invincible at the same level.

"Please, please save Thrall." Nozdorm's modified memories began to work, and as soon as Taresa saw Wu Ming, she began to explain to Wu Ming the structure of Dunhold Castle and the escape route, "Although I know this mission is dangerous, I am here

I can only ask you. ”

"It's okay, even if you want me to tear down Dunhold Castle." Wu Ming patted his chest and reassured.

"Thank you." Taresa only thought that Wu Ming was joking, of course, she didn't know that Wu Ming's demolition of Dunhold Castle was just a matter of thought.

"It's okay to kill Blackmore, maybe you'll be unemployed in the future." Wu Ming said half-jokingly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm ready to change employers anyway." What Wu Ming didn't expect was that Taresa also had such a dark side

"Ahh "Come on, guys." Thrall was sleeping in the dungeon when he suddenly heard a cacophony coming from above.

"Did something happen?" Sal asked one of the jailers guarding next to him.

"Maybe someone came here to make trouble, but don't try to run away from the chaos, this kind of trivial matter will pass quickly." The jailer said dismissively to Sal.

"Don't say that, no matter what, I'm here for him." Before the jailer could finish speaking, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Who are you?" It was only then that Sal realized that the man who had come was an inconspicuous-looking man, but it was not an ordinary person who could come here.

"It's nothing, your concubine hired me to save you." Saying that, Wu Ming used the jailer's knife to cut the iron lock of the cell.

"Taresha" Sal began to fall into memories when she learned what had happened.

"Actually, I'm really jealous of a ginseng prostitute like you, but I don't have time for you to express my thoughts now." Wu Ming reminded.

"I know, I won't let this opportunity go." Thrall also recovered, "I want to find my true path. ”

"If you want to make a speech, can you go to Taresa first?" Wu Ming had already walked to the exit of the dungeon.

"Well, by the way, I don't know what you call it." Sal is still very polite.

"My name is Wu Ming, and I happen to have some weapons here, choose some that you will use." Wu Ming took Sal to an arsenal.

"Alright, let's go." Thrall quickly picked up a suit of plate armor and two axes, well, standard shamanic equipment. Although Thrall is a shaman, he wears plate armor, and this is the difference, no matter how hard you try as a player, you can't get a shaman to wear a board

A, but Sal just can.

"You are already surrounded, immediately lay down your weapons and crouch down with your hands on your head." Wu Ming had just walked to the gate of Dunhold Castle when he heard a familiar phrase.

"I wonder if Blackmore is also a time-traveler?" Wu Ming made a gesture of thought.

"Damn, this is trouble." Compared to Wu Ming's ease, Thrall is very nervous now, he is still only a slave, not the future Great Chief of Orgrimmar, so even these people are enough to strangle him here, "Yes."

up, I'm tired of you. For an outsider like Wu Ming, Sal felt very sorry.

"Sal, you're underestimating me." Wu Ming felt that he was being looked down upon, "Then let's try my new weapon." ”

"This is," Sal saw Wu Ming pull out something that looked like thread for sewing clothes.

"Taste the feeling of bad luck." Wu Ming waved his hand, and all the soldiers of Wu Ming and Thrall who were surrounded were immediately divided, this is a weapon that Wu Ming transformed according to the thread he used before when he was cultivating with Nozdorm, and it looks no different from the original line, but Wu Ming has added a technique to the spirit body in these lines, so these lines can actually catch the spirit body.

Wu Ming named it Doom, of course, this is the result of the onset of his second disease, Doom is the same as Crimson and Bloodthirsty, and it doesn't have any magic power in itself, but because they are all made by Olihakon, so as long as the strength does not exceed Wu Ming, there is no way to destroy these three weapons, and now Wu Ming's main battle is Crimson, and Bloodlust is used for single destruction, as for bad luck, because compared to using lines, Wu Ming is better at using swordsmanship, so it is special for abusive vegetables.