"It's a novelty, Ares, how do you know how to slaughter a barbecue lava crab?"

Two days later, Varian and Ares had penetrated deep into the heart of the Burning Plains. Valeera was clearly still curious about Ares' mastery of all sorts of things. Every bit and drop found on Ares was a novelty for the Blood Elf thief. She always rode alongside Ares on horseback, and the conversation was constant. People who don't know think they're in a relationship.

"I learned it when I was in Lordaeron before. Humans are no worse than you elves to survive in the wild. ”

Ares replied with a sideways face.

"I'm not saying that humans are worse than elves, elves have their own shortcomings. They are proud, arrogant, and blindly confident. Of course, humans also have these problems. ”

Valera argued.

"Okay. You know, Lordaeron isn't like the South, and it's not like Karimdo. It was a continent covered in plague and poisonous gases. Food and clean water, which was what we lacked. So, every time we went out to fight, or carried out orders, my comrades and I had to look for food in the dirty land. Many animals and plants are contaminated. But there is one species that is clean. That's the spider. ”

Ares swallowed and continued—

"In fact, spiders are also attacked by natural plagues and poisonous gases, but miraculously, their bodies can automatically purify this poisonous gas. So, most of Lordaeron's spiders are non-venomous. As a result, this disgusting-looking insect has become our main source of food. They, like crabs, have hard carapaces, so we have to learn how to slaughter them. That's when I learned to slaughter spiders. ”

Ares finished speaking flatly.

"It seems that the plague of natural disasters has had a terrible impact on your people, on your homeland."

Valera continued.

"Yes, you can't imagine that feeling. The sky is forever gray, and the air is filled with the stench of decay that makes it impossible to breathe. ”

Ares returned.

By the time of the conversation, the team had arrived in a valley. The valley here is not a normal valley, with small streams and green grass, but it is a barren black like the outside. Black stone and earth make up all of its colors.

"We can't go any further, there's an orc camp there."

Browl glided and landed in mid-air, and when he landed on the ground, he took on a humanoid form. Just now, he was turning into an eagle and going to the front to reconnoiter information.

"How many orcs are there?"

Varian asked.

"About fifty to sixty."

Broll replied.

"Then we'll kill it."

After listening to the report, Varian gritted his teeth and said.

"Varian, let's be cautious if we can. Fifty or so orcs weren't a problem for us, but it was best not to fight. No one knows the consequences of doing it. Maybe we've killed a nest of orcs, and their boss will hunt us down. When the time comes, we will face an orc army of five or six hundred people. ”

Jean walked over and patted Varian on the shoulder. He knew Varian, but the one in front of him was still too grumpy. He was like the blackstone tower volcano at the end of the line, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Okay, listen to you."

It was only when Jean said this that Varian calmed his anger again.

"Let's rest where we are, and when it's dark, the orcs don't have night vision, which can help us get over the obstacles."

Jean added.

"Well, damn it, I met dozens of minions and had to avoid them. My sword thirsts for blood. ”

Varian said resentfully.

"We also crave the blood of our enemies, but forbearance is also an important quality."

Jean continued.

……

When night falls, the sky is still red. But without the sun, the light on the ground has dimmed a lot. In addition, the tall valley obscures some of the refracted light, causing the valley to be slightly darker than the periphery. In such a night, the orcs began to bring out their cauldrons and add various spices to them to prepare their dinner.

The team waited until late at night. It wasn't until all the orcs had fallen asleep that Varian and Ares crept past the edge of the camp.

Stealth makes it easy for druids and thieves. Valera was the first to leap over the orc camp, unnoticed, and Ares was sure that even if Valeera searched all the orc's packages, the orcs would not react. But Valera had long since stopped doing it. Next was Broel, the Night Elves who also easily crossed the orc camp. When he transforms into a druid, the thick pads of flesh under his claws are a great way to smooth out any friction sounds. Coupled with the Night Elves' own affinity for the night, Browl. As the bearskins passed, the orcs did not react at all.

One by one, the team cautiously bypassed the group of orcs.

But Reginald, who passed in the end, still unexpectedly woke up the orcs. As his boot walked across the ground, he accidentally kicked a stone, which rolled and struck an orc in the head. At this time, the wild boars will be awakened, not to mention the orc infantry who are always in combat condition.

The orc opened his hazy eyes at first, then his eyes saw the swift shadows passing by beneath the cliffs.

Lokoe!

The orc roared. The other orc infantry in the camp were quickly awakened, and their long-term training and combat experience made their movements rapid. The first thing they did when they opened their eyes was to grab the tomahawk beside them, and then let out a loud roar. Ask what happened.

After being completely exposed, Varian and Ares quickly evacuated the scene. Valeera, on the other hand, shot a dart at the orc. Like a cold arrow, the blade slashed through the dark red air with a white light, and then stabbed into the throat of the orc infantry with precision......

At this point, the orcs were completely enraged.

The Blackstone veteran picked up his tomahawk and sounded the horn of the attack.

With a savage roar, all the orcs in the camp rushed towards Varian and his party.

"Kill them all."

After exchanging glances, Varian and Ares drew their swords almost simultaneously.

Sarameni and the Ashbringer roared through the air, and soon, the head of the first orc infantry hit the ground. Ares roared in rage, clenched his greatsword and slashed his neck from the bottom up. The orc warrior's head flew into the air like a jug of wine, spilling not wine, but scarlet blood.