Orgrimmar, the old grass hut.

Moriah deliberately put on a very emotional look, nodding at the stone, indicating that he was willing to do what he said, but asked him to swear first.

The stone didn't say a word, and said loudly:

"Brother Mao, Brother Mao! I "Broken Claw Tribe" fart spirit stone, and the two eldest brothers promised that as long as this black bean sprout joins our tribe and overturns the orcs of the "Red Tooth Tribe" with us, I will let her go, and if I regret it, I will not be able to become bigger and stronger for the rest of my life. ”

A hint of joy finally flashed on Moria's face, which had been cold from beginning to end, and she was not afraid of the stone to deceive, and in front of the gods, any wordplay was meaningless.

"It's up to you, you swear to join the Broken Claw Tribe now, and I'll untie you at once and give you back your freedom."

Moriath nodded, stood up, and said earnestly:

"The Great Pale Queen, the god of murder, and your most devout servant, Moria Corruptheart, hereby swears that upon his freedom, he will join the Broken Claw Tribe and help them defeat the invading Greenskins......"

Just as the Dark Elf Maiden was chanting the oath aloud, a golden glow suddenly flashed in the hut.

As soon as she finished reciting the vow, an indescribable feeling arose, as if a throbbing flashed in the depths of her soul, as if there was a little more bond with the neighborhood.

She hurriedly turned her head and found that the fart who was still full of anxiety just now was looking at her with a wicked smile, and he had an extra scroll in his hand that had just been torn apart, and it was blooming with an incomparably dazzling golden light.

The stone still had words in its mouth, and with a short spell, the scroll began to turn, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light dissipated, and the scroll disappeared into the air without a trace.

This means that the spell described above was successfully released.

"You...... Yin me? What kind of magic is this? ”

Moria finally reacted, and it seemed that she had been tricked again.

"I'm in the shadow of you? What's the matter? ”

"Aren't you afraid of betraying your oath and annihilating your soul when you die?"

"I didn't lie from beginning to end."

Stone really didn't mean to pit Moria, the contract was just to give himself a foolproof guarantee, otherwise he really wouldn't dare to return her freedom, and the dark elves' eyes would be famous.

Of course, the stone would not explain so much to her, but only assured her that everything would be as usual, and that as long as she helped the tribe defeat the enemy, the stone would give her freedom.

The reason why he has to work so hard is because the heroes have different followers and classes, they have a high degree of freedom, and they are in control of everything except that they will not betray the lord.

So even if the contract is valid, Moria has become a part of the "Broken Claw Tribe" by mistake, and he still needs an oath to restrain her actions, and it is expected that if she can really repel the "Red Fang Tribe" in the end, she will definitely leave.

This stone has long been mentally prepared, just as if nothing was drawn in this lottery, as long as you can defeat the enemy and keep the tribe, anyway, there is a system in hand, are you afraid that there will be no heroes!

With the birth of the first "hero" in the territory, the system also popped up several messages, but the stone didn't have time to study these now, so he glanced at it casually, and when he saw the word "rare" in the system, he knew that it was stable.

The dark elf girl was looking confused at this time, although it seemed as if nothing had happened, but only she knew that after the golden light disappeared just now, she couldn't think of killing in her heart when she faced the enemy in front of her who killed a thousand knives.

What kind of magic is this? It's appalling, isn't it?

The stone doesn't have time to talk nonsense, anyway, there are system constraints, and Moria definitely can't set off any wind and waves, so he directly stepped forward to untie the ropes on her hands and feet.

These two ropes have bound her for several months, and the stone is afraid that it will affect her performance in the battle tomorrow, so she should hurry up and recover and adapt, and call someone to inform her tomorrow.

Looking at her figure, you can see that Moriah is an assassin-type hero, and seeing that she is empty-handed, Stone also deliberately stuffed his "backstabbing dagger" into her hand, believing that it can play a greater role in her hands.

After explaining this, the stone had nothing else to say, anyway, there was an oath there, and he was not afraid of what Moria would do, so he hurried back to the city wall with the big bear, leaving her alone to stand in a daze.

……

Back on the battlefield, everything was as planned, the Great Bear went back to inform Moria, and then came back with the little bell, as for the empty camp, if the city wall was lost here, there would definitely be only one end there.

The bear's galloping back quickly disappeared from the sight of the stone, and he turned his attention back to his side again.

It's time!

He walked down the wall with the old rotten teeth, and what awaited them was the other ass boys who had already assembled and were led by red-haired red-legs.

The stone's gaze crossed over the familiar faces, from the old rotten teeth, the red hair, the red legs, to the ass laborers of the pro-guards, and the other ass boys in tattered clothes and armed with broken weapons.

All the boys of the whole tribe are here, full of dozens of people, whether they are growing mushrooms in the "mushroom field", or grazing goats and Squigg in the wasteland, or the lumberjacks who escaped yesterday, all of them are here.

The air is extremely dignified, after a few months of edification, these little guys have been significantly different from other fart spirits, they seem to be more human, but also more disciplined, and do not chirp as usual, but look at their heads seriously, waiting for the final battle to come.

The stone took a deep breath and raised the machete he had found improvisedly in his hand, his originally sharp voice revealing a hint of heaviness, but it was extremely firm.

"Brother Mao, Brother Mao! Boys! It's time! I'm going out and going through all this mess, are you going to come with me? ”

did not disappoint their own leaders, and these little guys who couldn't speak invariably expressed their desire to fight with their actions.

They slapped their bony chests with the various weapons in their hands, and let out a series of piercing roars at the same time.

These fart boys have long been stimulated by the shouting and killing outside the city wall and the smell of blood, they are extremely envious of those companions on the city wall who can attack the enemy to their heart's content, and they believe that they will definitely be able to defeat these enemies who invade their homes under the protection of the second brother Mao, under the leadership of the leader.

At the same time as they let out an angry roar, in the square of the tribal camp behind, a slender figure was holding a short dagger and dexterously flashing and moving, and the "idol stone" behind her suddenly seemed to be alive, blooming with a blood-red light, and it was fleeting.

The stone here also suddenly received a system message:

[Special Effect "Brother's Wrath" Trigger]

[Before the battle ends, all creatures of the clan gain the trait "Fight to the Death"]

……

["Fight to the death and never retreat": No matter how low the morale, there will be no deserters in the troops. 】

[Even if all of them are dead, we will only rush forward]

At the critical moment, the idol stone knocked out by the old rotten teeth played a role!