"My wolf!" Orgrim jerked around and ran. The heartache sound was like a young man whose battery car was smashed.

Ahem!

Of course, he didn't come out alone, behind him, there was also a burly orc, as well as two henchmen.

The wolf of the orcs is very spiritual, and has long been like the relatives of the orcs. The voice of his own baby wolf will never be mistaken. Most of the time, the wolf is very reassuring, and when they see a large number of enemies, they will definitely choose to evacuate.

It will be called like this, which can only prove that it is shaded.

The Orc Camp was built next to an unburned forest with a river running through it, just right for hunting and fetching water.

As soon as he reached a distance of thirty meters from the river, Orgrim's eyes turned red. His wolf leg was pierced with a large wooden stake the thickness of a bowl, half of his body covered in frost, and he bared his teeth and grinned, intimidating the dozens of quacking fishmen who surrounded him.

Seeing the fish-man mage who was haunted by the water element, he felt a sigh in his heart on the spot!

"Get out of my tesa!"

Of course, the fish-men couldn't understand the orc language, and when they saw the fierce and vicious Orgrim, the fish-men ...... Freak out.

Don't even need to [Break the Courage and Roar], "Gaoh! There was a strange scream, and the fish-men scattered and fled.

However, when Orgrim strode over, he was careless.

I thought that this was another good thing done by the annoying fishman, who thought of a simple sling trap, and suddenly dragged his whole person upside down into the air.

"Trap!?" The pupils shrank suddenly, and Orgrim immediately realized that this was not the fishman's handiwork.

Fishmen can't do such a large trap that can pull up orcs!

"Ho-ahh

The fierce flames burst out, and when the branch that was about to support the sling burst, his whole body fell to the ground.

And that's just the beginning!

As if he had calculated where he would fall, a large tree trunk that required at least three people to hug slammed into the flanks and slammed into Orgrim, who was unable to dodge in the air.

No!

Not one!

It was seven or eight large tree trunks swinging out at the same time, aiming at his possible fall route.

"Don't underestimate me—" Orgrim's [anger] burst out, and several illusory shields made of giant beast skulls immediately appeared around him, whirling counterclockwise, blocking Orgrim's body.

This is the Warrior's Class Skill [Shield Wall], which can greatly reduce the damage taken by the Warrior in a short period of time.

Even so, after smashing a large tree trunk weighing several tons, Ogrim's body turned into a meteor and flew far away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

This was not the end, and just as he was about to land, more than thirty fish-man spears were thrown at him like a shadow.

At the same time, not far away, more than twenty mysterious people dressed in leaves [auspicious clothes] suddenly stood up.

[Royal Fox Immortal] shouted: "Kill!" ”

The crossbows in their hands made a dull thud in unison.

"Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! ”

"Not good!" Ogrim was really shocked.

He couldn't imagine anyone with such a ruthless serial killing move.

At this moment, an orc giant, who was about as burly as him, rushed over with a fierce war hammer. The round war hammer shook a gust of wind, and the fish-man's spears were blown away, and even the crossbow was a little skewed, blocking at least 9% of the projectiles.

When he saw the figure in the white wolfskin shawl, Ogrim couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart: "Durotan!? ”

That's right, it was his good friend, Durotan, the patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan, who saved him.

As one of the strongest tribal chieftains, Durotan is unquestionable.

Just as Durotan roared and prepared to fight the mysterious assassin to the death, the guy on the other side suddenly withdrew.

[Delicious white jam]: "The wind is tight, pull and hoo!" ”

[Heavenly Feather]: "Run! ”

The two tribal bosses were dumbfounded, they had just seen clearly that the person in charge was a human being, and before they could react, the other party had already failed to strike a blow, and immediately ran away with a crossbow.

Of course, players, it's the norm for thieves not to go short.

Just as Orgrim fell, stunning, and tore the rope that bound his leg with brute force, a large green net popped up and covered his wolf.

"Woohoo!" The wolf struggled violently, but this large web, which was mixed with the silk of the giant spiders in the forest, with vines, was not something it could resist.

Orgrim only saw hundreds of fishmen emerging from the river, dragging a few thick ropes and quickly dragging the wolf into the river.

"Tessa!" He shouted his wolf name in vain and despair, but could not do anything.

The two orcs who came with Durotan were originally running slowly, and as soon as they arrived, they were suddenly shot into hedgehogs by humans with a reincarnation of horse arrows.

This time, even Durotan didn't dare to approach casually, and could only watch as his buddy's wolf was dragged into the water. And those humans dressed in grass clothes, under the cover of the fish-people, jumped into the river with a poof.

Orgrim struggled to his feet, a little dazed as he approached the river, he didn't dare get too close.

He thought that this was already the end of his sorrow.

But no!

He immediately saw a scene that made his eyes tear.

His wolf was injured first, and then drank a stomach full of water, and the struggle was already very weak.

The hateful humans actually let the fish-men drag tesa ashore in front of him, and then quickly set up a campfire and barbecue grill and start slaughtering the wolf!

Not with a large knife, but with a small dagger, with a knife down, starting from the leg to peel the skin and cut the flesh raw.

"Bastard—" Durotan scolded. The Frost Wolf Clan is famous for cultivating war wolves, and no one knows better than him that the relationship between the master and the wolf has long surpassed the feelings of comrades-in-arms, and they are simply relatives to each other.

The group of humans on the other side was clearly deliberate.

That's right!

On the other side, an earth-shattering battle cry rang out.

“Lok’Tar-Ogar！ gar！ gar！ gar！ gar！ gar！ ”

A good 'Die or Die if you don't win', shouting to this group of old yin and yang people will become 'If you don't win, you will die'!

You say it wasn't on purpose? Who believes!

[Xuansu in the pile of old papers]: "Friends on the top of the mountain, get dry!" ”

[Crayfish Jun]: "Di up!" Dick dripping up—"

Dancing on horseback, swaying with raised hands, screaming.

Under the instigation of the sand sculpture players, even the onlookers became hot, followed them, and played with people in style.

That's all for it, a group of players work together to set up a wolf and perform live roast wolf meat.

Sichuan dialect hurricane.

"Boss, let's get some ginger and shallots!"

"Boss, some cumin!"

"Boss, some peanuts!"

……

This group of undisciplined guys, the assassination failed, and they turned to the barbecue conference.

This scene is very similar to the husband's current crime.

Durotan on the other side couldn't stand it anymore: "Orgrim, let's go!" ”

It is impossible to pass in the past, human beings are so insidious, who dares to say that there are no ambushed fishmen in the murky river in front of them?

The river is ten meters wide, the depth is unknown, and on both sides of the bank is the range of javelin projection.

If you can't get by, you have to fool the other side. Who can stand this anger.

Ogrim shook his head in refusal, his bloodshot eyes full of determination and determination, he gritted his teeth, and his arms trembled: "I am obliged to accompany my wolf to the end. I want to take a good look at what kind of combat power the human race, which is considered a cowardly and vulnerable race by the Great Chief, will burst out. ”

They and the orcs who came after them really watched these humans and fishmen mess around for half an hour, and finally left a bunch of fishmen to fly, pat their butts and leave.

That night, Orgrim fell ill.

He still couldn't completely escape the sand sculptor's plot - it turned out that the lasso that had pulled him up had an inconspicuous string of serrations on the inside of the lasso, which was covered in fish-man saliva, and after being stabbed, the wound infected him and gave him a fever.

Lothar at the front line soon felt the slowness of the orcs in mobilizing troops.