The orc style on the high-level Overseer's battle axe is too strong, and it can't be sold, and ordinary people don't dare to buy it, and as the king of Lordaeron, she can't use orc weapons, and it's a bit of a waste to keep it all the time, and now it's just right to take it out as a 'giveaway'.

The druids return to the druids, and the orcs return to the orcs, and she thinks it's good, it's very harmonious.

She raised the High Overseer's battle axe, and the orc's gaze was instantly captivated.

"You know this axe, right? This is the spoils left by an orc warrior after the defeat of me during the alliance and tribal wars, and now the question is in front of you, whether you want an orc weapon or a night elf weapon, the choice is yours, I still have something to do, so I will leave first. ”

Vanessa left the High Overseer's battle axe in place, walked into the mist, and quickly disappeared from the orc's sight.

He looked at the oak battle axe in his hand, and then at the high-ranking Overseer battle axe, which represented the highest point of orc honor and pride.

The orc's thoughts collided repeatedly, and Vanessa's words caused a huge effect.

It's people who are powerful, not weapons!

This axe is a weapon of the Night Elves!

Should you choose the Night Elf weapon or the orc weapon?

Several questions surfaced one by one, and finally she made a choice.

There was no choice, she threw away the oak battle axe and picked up the battle axe of the High Overseer.

Completely in line with the orc's fighting style, the high-ranking Overseer's battle axe was like an extension of her arm, waving it back and forth twice, and the female orc felt that this battle axe was very much in line with her own combat style, sharp, heavy, and strong, ten thousand times stronger than the previous wooden battle axe.

"To remember our ancestors, we should keep our ancestors in our hearts, not axes...... Maybe this should be your fate, the druid's weapon, and return to the druid's dream. She left the oak tomahawk in place, and quickly swung the High Overseer's tomahawk.

It was only at this time that she remembered a question, she had forgotten to ask the name of her good friend from the tribe, and the fog around her had also affected her judgment of appearance, in the eyes of the orcs, humans all looked similar, and Vanessa was covered so tightly that she didn't show her face at all.

"Forget it, I don't want to! This axe will surely be able to cut off Malfurion's dog's head! She shouted loudly and walked alone into the light mist on the other side.

Half an hour later, seeing that she would not return, Vanessa came out of the shadows.

After all, this is the Emerald Dream, she has a home advantage, and she can't fool the mastermind behind the scenes, but fool an orc? That's still easy.

It's just that she didn't understand a little, why did the orcs go to cut Malfurion? There shouldn't be a grudge between these two, right?

If you don't understand, you don't want to, Malfurion doesn't die so easily, even if he dies, Vodashir can resurrect him, what a big deal!

Vanessa grabbed the oak tomahawk.

It is impossible for the soul of Brooks to jump out against it, and Azeroth also has to talk about the Basic Law, he is a pure warrior, how can he have the ability to put his soul and mind in a weapon.

Wang Situ once said that when the number of days changes, the artifact is easier, and it is natural for it to be attributed to the virtuous person.

This weapon is the residence of the virtuous, Vanessa looked left and right, there is such a virtuous person who is proficient in the principles of nature nearby! There is no doubt that this artifact is hers!

"Hey!" "Hah!" Picking up the axe, she struck it twice from side to side.

She doesn't know how to use an axe, but at her current level, one law can be used in ten thousand ways, and just an axe can't stop her.

In her opinion, this axe has surpassed the limit of the artifact, a bit of the posture of the crown of the ruler in the hands of the prophet Viren, this thing is about to reach the level of the holy weapon.

It's still no fun to deal with a true god like Sargeras, but it should be possible to fight a demigod.

I didn't say it, put it away and go!

Vanessa ran in a bit of a hurry, and after a quarter of an hour, she found herself completely lost......

She felt that she hadn't gone deep into the Emerald Dream Realm, nor had she wandered around those places where the energy reaction was stronger, but she was still trapped in a small circle.

"Come here, come to me, you took what you shouldn't have taken, but I forgive you...... As long as you surrender to us, we will give you unimaginable power......" There was an ethereal whisper in the light mist.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, where did this fool come from, she asked in a disdainful tone, "You guys?" ”

"Yes...... We, all this, everything in dreams, everything you think and think, everything you know and everything you don't know, here we ......"

"Shut up!" Vanessa mobilized the power of the earth and let out a loud shout, suppressing the whisper.

"Standing before you is Hope I, Queen Lordaeron, King of Alterac! Your words are insulting the descendants of Lodane, you are insulting the Queen of Tirius and the Ancestors, I am the Conqueror of Northrend, the Terminator of the Scourge of the Dead, the Bearer of the Covenant of the Seven Kingdoms, the Friend of Quel'Thalas, the Friend of the Oak, the Deliverer, the Avenger, your hope in the hope of insulting! ”

She whispered to the whisper with a long list of titles, and this confident look, and the hope in some hope, reminded him of some old people.

“...... It's just an earthly honor, not worth mentioning in the face of eternity......" he wanted to bring the conversation back.

Vanessa's voice was a little higher, "I know who you are, Savis, right?" You live on the shores of the East China Sea and serve as Azhara's advisor, but Azhara sinks to the bottom of the sea and takes refuge in the Burning Legion, only to be defeated by the Burning Legion and retreat to Azeroth!

Magic, magic doesn't. Governing the country, governing the country does not understand. The intrigues are like a joke, and in Azeroth, a three-year-old knows all the stupid things you've done, and an incompetent person like you should hide and shrink his head for food and clothing! How dare you talk about eternity in front of me?

Savis! Hao's first horseman, a bearded old thief! You have lived in vain for 17,600 years, and you have not made an inch of merit in your life, you will only shake your lips! Make mischief! An old dog with a broken spine dares to bark in front of me, I have never seen such a brazen person! ”

Vanessa is right, and her whole body is filled with a power called self-confidence, she not only suppresses the other party between words, but also takes advantage of the other party's emotional turmoil in the battle for dreams, and seizes a part of the control.

The light mist in front of her quickly dissipated, and a strange tree appeared in her sight, which was twisted and deformed to the extreme, and also extremely ugly.

This is Savis, right? This guy can be said to be Malfurion's old enemy, first as an advisor to Queen Azhara, then defected to the Burning Legion, was transformed into the world's first demon Sartre, and finally was planted in this tree by Malfurion.

But this thing should go to Malfurion for revenge and be happy or something, what is he doing with himself?

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