Do you think that [Junchen Tianya] was arrested because of 'guns in the city and confined for reporting'?

Wrong!

The truth of the matter is:

A lot of big guys beat their chests and paused: "Why is that kid like this...... What about childishness? Actually throw! Just pull a bomb from a dwarf and drop it, and maybe you can get the big chief of the orcs. Changed the course of the whole campaign. ”

Actually, they think too much.

As players know, Orgrim may die on a variety of weapons, including the gnomes' current black powder bombs.

The family's last name is [Hammer of Destruction]!

If you don't have ignition resistance, can you play this fire-breathing hammer?

In order to fight against the ogre army in his hometown, the former Great Chief Black Hand recaptured the [Hammer of Destruction] from the volcano, and made his fist petrified and looked like carbon, which gave him the name "Black Hand".

The chaotic fire elemental power on [Hammer of Destruction] is much more terrifying than a soldering iron, and even weaker guys can't hold it.

According to player estimates, with Orgrim's own fire resistance skin and the legendary unconfirmed boss template, he is afraid that it will be enough for him to carry the fire demon Ragnaros.

As for why it was lost in the hair removal cream, but it was mistaken for Lost Xiang, it was because this thing produced by the goblin was so smelly.

Even if it was just a small keg, when they pulled the goods onto the griffin, many griffin administrators pinched their noses and complained......

Regardless of whether they threw out the depilatory cream or not, they were now all regarded as the great men who made Orgrim butterfly swim in the manure pit.

When poor Ogrim returned, he bathed in the river with his brother Grom, and after a long bath, he discovered a fact that made them desperate and angry—they seemed to be starting to go bald, their hair and beard were falling out in large quantities, and their skulls and upper bodies were fluorescent green.

Yes, this thing looks like a 10-watt green energy-saving light bulb, and it looks weird and weird.

Forget it, they have a smell similar to Xiang lingering all over their bodies, and they can't wash it off no matter how they wash it.

In the lower reaches of the river, a large number of poor fish and shrimp turned their stomachs and died on the spot.

Daddy was so angry that his whole body trembled: "I'm going to kill all those despicable humans!" ”

Despite his equally grief-stricken grief, Orgrim endured: "Don't fall for the trick, but I have a better way to get revenge......"

On the other side, the advance of the orcs in the hills of Hillsbrad was hampered.

Because the spicy and mysterious [Trident] Legion is here again.

This mysterious legion, with its choking stuff sprinkled with sour and spicy smells all over the map, not to mention the wolf's sense of smell, even brought its own snow version of the gilly suit and a strong crossbow to attack the orcs everywhere.

It's not false to encounter a flying dragon or be caught by a large army of wolf cavalry, and you will just face it as if you were dead.

Anyway, the people of Warsong and the Dragonthroat Clan didn't take advantage of these trident markers.

Many times there were no people alive or dead, and there was only a lot of blood and scattered orc weapons and items, indicating that they had been attacked.

Go out and fetch some water, and don't think about coming back without a hundred people.

A hundred people are not insured either.

Once, the man was rescued, and 30 orc warriors and 75 laborers all became fathers-in-law.

It took up to half an hour before and after, and the technique was skillful and outrageous.

Occasionally catch a few [Trident] soldiers, and those guys will have a weird smile on their faces, and then foam at the mouth, saying that they will hang up, and they will not give the orcs a chance to torture at all.

Orgrim thought that there were not many human elites, and if they were killed, they would be gone, but it seemed that these thousand people could not be killed. Like flies, they harass the major clans of the orcs day and night.

The head-on battle seemed to be deadlocked.

On December 25th, poor Azeroth did not have a 'single day left'. At Hinterland Eagle's Nest Mountain, a peculiar squad assembled.

In a closed cavern tavern, two dwarves stood guard at the door.

Two slender figures covered in cloaks showed the guards tokens and were lowered into the gate.

It is full of typical dwarven decorations, and despite the rough and bold shapes of the tables and chairs, the overall tone of the tavern is warm, and the walls are hung with specimens of the heads of various game animals, and small wooden signs that say when so-and-so hunted.

The torches hanging on the walls were lit, illuminating the tavern quite brightly.

As soon as the two women entered, they saw a dwarf winter melon with white hair and white beard drinking ale from a wooden wine glass thicker than a human arm.

"Ahhh Are you your companions in this operation? Introduce myself, I'm Kurtaz, a wretched creature who has lost his territory and has just become a paladin under the tutelage of Archbishop Fao. This time, I came by myself. ”

Suzerain?

The word is quite sensitive.

They took off their hoods, revealing a half-delicate face.

"Uh, Elf?" Kurtaz was stunned for a moment, and then grinned: "Anyway, you can tell me to do anything, don't tell me to guard the dog hole every day." As long as I can do the orcs, I am willing to listen to the command. ”

The silver-haired female elf in the lead was also stunned for a moment: "Isn't the commander you?" Uh, sorry, but I'm a Winresa Windranger, a Ranger. Next to this is Valera Sagunar. ”

The blonde elf covered half of her face, her green eyes flashed with a cold light, and she faintly spat out two words: "Thief." ”

With that, Valeera put her hood back on and leaned back into the corner of the tavern. Even if she hadn't sneaked up and didn't look closely, she wouldn't have been able to spot this female thief who had melted into the shadows.

Wen Leisha was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, this is the character of my kindred." ”

The dwarf waved his hand: "It's okay, thieves are like that, I understand." ”

At this moment, a fourth person entered the tavern, a human with strange crimson hair.

The dark green eyes beneath the thick fiery red hair looked curiously at the two in front of them, and then were surprised to spot Valeera hiding in the corner.

The sudden movement of his head made the scar on his nose more obvious in the firelight.

Even so, the male mage does not look ugly by any means - he has a firm and graceful chin and an angular face. A pair of bow-like curved eyebrows make his expression always seem full of bitter sarcasm and a skeptical attitude towards everyone.

This kind of demeanor that seems to be high above makes the first three a little unhappy.

It was Wen Leisha who spoke first: "Oh, are you the commander of our squad?" Your Excellency, Master. ”

"Commander? Uh, I'm not. The male mage realized that his appearance had once again caused him trouble in communicating with others: "Actually, I was worried that there were too many people and it would be dangerous for my teammates. Well, my name is Ronin, a mage sent by the Kenrito Council. ”

Kurtaz muttered a little dissatisfied, "Then there must be a commander." ”

Winnesa couldn't help but have a strange thought.

Kurtaz didn't say where he came from, but he didn't mind displaying his family crest, and according to the style, he was at least an upper-middle aristocrat. If the commander is not big enough, he will probably not be able to stop the dwarf.

The head is big.

Just then, the tavern door opened again, and an excessively young human entered.

"Duke Stratholme!?" Winnesa was dumbfounded.

Not only her, but the rest of the team in the tavern showed surprised expressions.

"Can't I come?" McDonaln chuckled.

"No, that, your identity, uh, don't you have to command the army?" Wen Lesa was a little incoherent.

"Heavy snow closed the road, and the army couldn't be mobilized at all. More than anything else, the Red Dragon Legion is the biggest threat. In these years, even the king can die for his country, why can't my little duke be in danger? ”

McDonald said it lightly, and the hearts of the other four couldn't help but rise with sincere admiration.