Probably shocked too many times, Diego Aznar, as an otaku, didn't react much to the bloody scene in front of him. He tore a barely clean tarpaulin from the bloody tent and wiped the blood from the handle of the axe—it was so blood-stained and slippery that he couldn't even hold it without wiping it.

He wielded his tomahawk awkwardly as he walked, struggling to get used to the weapon. The axe was a little heavy, but Diego, who had greatly increased his strength, could barely swing it, and more importantly, he felt as if he knew how to use this weapon, which seemed to be an instinct from this body, which was a strange feeling, because before crossing over, as an otaku, he didn't even use an axe to fight, not even chopping wood with an axe.

But as his body became more familiar, Diego felt more and more comfortable with the weapon. It didn't take long for him to swing the axe as if it had only been briefly forgotten, and now it was back in his body, and he could even stagger a few axes with his hands staggered before reaching the orc camp. Even the Druid Bear was a little surprised by this progress, and he looked back at his fellow human inmate more than once.

The man and the bear stopped about fifty meters away from the camp, because it was easy to be spotted by the crowd further on, although the orcs did not deliberately arrange a sentry in this direction.

"Follow me, watch me!" The bear turned around and said to Diego with an urn. Then, he rushed out. There was no plan, no tactics, and no retreat, so he rushed forward one after another, quite capricious.

"Only blood can wash away the shame!" The Night Elf shouted, and the bear he had transformed into roared towards the densest part of the crowd, and although there was a roaring bonfire, this giant bear, unlike the real beasts, was not afraid of fire.

Before the orcs could figure out what was happening, the bear had already appeared in the center of the field, and it stood up, and then swept with its claws, and the burning firewood stacked together flew in all directions like a meteor, causing even greater confusion in an instant.

The camp was full of wolves, scattered firewood that ignited many tents, and everywhere there were terrible screams of wounded orcs, which mixed with the roar of the beast, and made the panicked orcs even more frightened, they did not know whether it was a random attack or a premeditated attack, and many looked at the darkness around the camp in fear, lest a few more such ferocious beasts would jump out there.

At the edge of the camp, Diego leaps out of the shadows behind a tent and chops down an orc who has run past it. This is not the first orc to fall under his axe. While the druids were wreaking havoc in the camp, he wandered in the shadows around the camp, taking advantage of the fire to rob, fishing in troubled waters, and drying up the wind and water.

He took an axe, tossed the brains and blood off the tomahawk, then hid himself and reached behind another tent. At that moment, on the wooden shelf next to the tent door, something caught his eye.

It was an orc-style curved bow, about a meter and a half long, and it looked a little rough, with some small nodules in some parts of the bow's arms, but it was this crude broken bow that completely stopped him. The bow attracted him like a magnet, so that he couldn't move another step, it was an attraction from the soul, as if only by getting the bow would life be complete, and only when he got the bow would the ** in his heart dissolve. He never imagined that he would be so hungry for something, not even the college acceptance letter back then.

He bent down and felt his way in the shadows of the tent. Gradually, he drew closer to the object, and his heart pounded as if it were about to jump out of his throat. In the end, he snatched the bow into his hand, and the action was even more impatient than the first time he ripped open his girlfriend's underwear.

The moment his fingers touched the bowed arm, Diego's body trembled uncontrollably, and he involuntarily closed his eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction. It is the satisfaction of the soul that has been restless to get comfort, just like the traveler of ** gets wine, and the land that has been dry for a long time has to meet the rain.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like a moment, the roar of the druid bear and the shouts of the orcs woke him up from his slumber. He calmed his rapid breathing, looked at the terrain around him, and then grabbed a few quivers from the wooden frame and ran towards a small dirt bag not far away. He felt that he should do something he was good at.

The little dirt bag was about thirty paces away from this side, and he soon came to the top of the slope, and then looked around. The terrain is not very high, about one and a half high, but you can see almost the whole camp.

He pulled the bowstring and gave it a try. Compared to human bows, this orc bow is much harder, and although this bow has a long range, it is a little less accurate because the hard bow is more difficult to control and cannot maintain stability. However, Diego felt that with his own strength, it was still okay.

He fell to his knees on one knee and tossed his quiver aside. The four quivers were full, and each contained at least twenty arrows. He pulled out all the arrows inside, and the feathers of them were pointed upwards into the soft soil in front of him.

"Alright, let's get started, it's show time!" He said to himself, then took a deep breath and picked up an arrow from the ground and placed it on the bowstring.

……

Masrae Bearskin was in full swing among the orcs, and one dragon roar orc after another was harvested by him like wheat, but gradually, he felt the strain, and the orcs had been organized after the initial panic. Seeing that there were no follow-up attackers, they were relieved to form a dense formation and use long-handled weapons - spears or hunting forks to block the attack of the giant bear, which is also the most common method used by people against fierce beasts.

In front of this hedgehog array, Masrae also had nowhere to go, on the contrary, he was slashed a few times by other orcs from the side during a few pounces. If it weren't for the triple protection of the blanket-like fur, the hard skin, and the thick fat underneath, he would have been seriously injured. But Rao is like this, and he also hung up the lottery, far less comfortable than at the beginning.

"Didn't that human take advantage of the chaos to escape?" He had an annoyed guess, he didn't want to think so, but he hadn't seen the human show up until now, especially at this time when he needed help, which made him a little frustrated.

Just as he was split up in his thoughts, a cunning orc attacked him from behind, and although he was able to avoid the fatal blow with agility, the spear stabbed him in the left leg.

"Bark Protector!" The bear let out a loud roar, and with his roar, a druid spell was cast, and under the effect of the spell, its skin hardened and rough, wrinkled, and hard as ironwood bark, and it twisted its body and slapped its claws at the orc with a flick of rage, but the wound on its leg affected its agility, and this time, it missed the despicable sneak attacker - it was the first time it had missed since the war began.

The orcs were overjoyed, and they clearly saw the dawn of victory. Many swarmed with weapons in an attempt to knock the enemy over with outnumbered superiority, and many slashed at the skin of the druid's bark-inflicted bark, making a clanging sound. At this point, even Masrae Bearskin felt a trace of regret, and he felt as if he had really been reckless. He jumped to dodge the attack, all the while looking around for a chance to break through, but there were people everywhere, and the dragon's roar orcs who reacted had already surrounded the place.

"The Goddess is with me!" The druid shouted and launched a desperate charge towards the gun forest in front of him, determined to defend his glory with death.

But just then, a sharp arrow whizzed over his head and struck the orc in front of him.

"The accuracy is so bad, have they finally remembered to use bows and arrows?" Masrae sneered indifferently, he didn't care what weapon he died under, he only cared about how many greenskins he killed before he died.

Another arrow flew over his head, again "mistakenly" wounding an orc, and then a third, also missed. The druids finally realized that something was wrong. In his cognition, although the orc's archery skills are unreliable, they are not so bad.

More arrows flew at them, like venomous wasp tail stingers, and one by one they stinged at the orcs, pinning them to the ground.

The encirclement in front of the giant bear was broken in the blink of an eye, and the giant bear rushed over without hesitation. The spear-wielding orcs hurriedly turned in pursuit, but the dense spear array became a burden at this point, and few orcs could think of putting their spears up and turning again. It requires rigorous training and discipline, which is what these Dragonmaw Orc raiders lack. These things, along with wisdom, vanished from their bodies after they drank the blood of demons, leaving only stupidity and madness.

Masrae Bearskin swung back from behind the orcs, he biting and flapping wildly, and one orc after another fell under his claws. A sense of déjà vu came to him, and he was all too familiar with this way of fighting, in his hometown, in Ashenvale, on the Black Coast, in the Felwood Forest, in the battle with the enemy, the wild druids in the form of fierce beasts rushed to the front, and the elven archers always provided fire support as the most reliable companions.

On the hillside, Diego indifferently pulled his bowstring, then released his fingers. With the sound of the bowstring, another orc in the camp fell to the ground screaming.

"It turns out that I am a hunter, and I am a good hunter." He sighed in his heart. He finally settled on his profession, and in a sense, he didn't cross over, because the soul of this character belonged to him in the first place.

In fact, Diego knew nothing about shooting, whether it was a bow or a firearm. Before the crossing, he had been in military training for a while when he was a freshman in college, but it was just a formality, just a look. He now relied more on the hunter skills of this body itself. These skills seemed to have been lurking in his body all along, like instinct, innate and innate, and now he was only awakened again. Each time he opens his bow, these skills will instinctively correct his shooting stance, making his shots more accurate and deadly.

At that moment, a voice sounded deep in his heart, it was the glory of the hunter, that was the faith of the hunter, that was the song that belonged to the hunter.

I am the king of the Alterac Valley,

Frost remembers my death over and over again.

I am the banner of the watchtower,

Flares shine with glory.

I am the soul of the cemetery,

The tombstones were covered in frost.

I am the master of the bridge,

The bridge deck is shaking for me.

No one can come near me,

To discover is to die.

No one can get past the line,

I am an impregnable wall.

Behind my back,

It is the last bastion.

Behind my back,

It is the general of the Thunder Spear.

The Union will not fall,

Unless I'm dead!

……

"I am the king of Alterac, and the frost remembers my deaths again and again......"

Diego sang softly, arrows flying out of his hand, the sound of the bowstring vibrating as if it were coherent.

"I am the flag of the watchtower, and the flares shine with glory......"

The memory of the days and nights of fighting in the Alterac Valley came back to his mind, his singing began to grow high, tears welling up from his eyes, but even though his vision was blurry, he was still full of shots.

"I am the soul of the cemetery, and the tombstone is covered with frost ......"

The orcs in the camp did not dare to scurry around anymore, and they panicked around looking for cover. It was like a miracle, arrows rained down, and he single-handedly suppressed the entire army.

"I'm the master of the bridge, and the bridge deck is shaking for me......" he continued to sing. Eventually, a well-clad orc rushed towards him - he had been discovered.

"No one can come close to me, and if you find it, you will die......" Diego's eyes were half-squinted, as if he had been completely immersed in the past, the blood and glory of the past gradually became clear, and the strength and skill of the past were returning to his body.

Diego calmly fired an arrow at the orc, but it missed, and the orc swung his tomahawk and knocked the arrow away.

"No one can get past the line, I am an impregnable wall......" The hunter bent his bow again, his hand as steady as a rock, without the slightest trembling. After a short period of aiming, he shot the arrow in his hand.

This time, the orc was hit, but the thick plate armor on his chest made the attack hurtless, and the arrow made a soft "ding" sound, and then fell to the ground weakly.

The orcs were closer, probably more than ten paces away, and perhaps a charge could rush in front of him.

"Behind me, is the last fortress......" The song continues to flutter, as if it will never stop.

The hunter didn't panic, he picked up the last arrow from the ground and placed it on the bowstring, as a sharp arcane energy flowed from his body, winding down his arm to the tip of the arrow.

Over the years, hunters who possessed magical talents but did not have the opportunity to be enlightened by mages gradually learned how to use the arcane power within themselves, simply extracting this energy and infusing it into arrows or traps. Arcane shooting, concussion shooting, Chimera shooting, freezing traps, ......, one after another unique skills exclusive to hunters have been invented, and gradually hunters have become an indispensable force on the battlefield.

"Behind me, it's the general of the Thunderspear......" The song continued, and in a trance, the hunter seemed to return to the Alterac Valley, watching the tide of enemies rush up.

The orcs rushed quickly, and by the time he was four or five steps away from Diego, Diego could even see the bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.

The orc raised the battle axe in his hand, and the door in front of his chest was wide open, but he was not afraid, it had just been proved that this human's weak bow and arrow could not penetrate his plate armor. He grinned, stinking saliva running down his fangs.

At that moment, he heard the vibrating of the bowstring, followed by the muffled sound of an arrow hitting the armor, so close that the two were almost connected.

The orc didn't care, but after he continued to rush two steps, the sharp pain in his chest forced him to stop, and he staggered, lowered his head, and looked at his chest in disbelief. There, a sharp arrow penetrated almost completely into the iron-cast plate armor, leaving only a short tail feather—where the heart was.

He looked up in despair, looked at the enemy who was almost within reach, made a rattle in his throat, and fell down like a stake.

"The Alliance will not fall unless I am dead!" Diego Aznar roared loudly, and the last line of the lyrics burst out of his chest like a surging tide of rage. Human language is so sonorous at this moment. He held his head high proudly, looking at the dead camp, like a king looking down on his own territory.

……

Note: The hunter of Azeroth is more than just a hunter, he is a fighting profession like a mage, a warrior, and even a paladin.

In ancient times, the call from the wilderness led some adventurers to venture out of the comfort of their homes into the harsh and unforgiving wilderness of the wilderness. The adventurers who persevered and survived became hunters.

These expert shooters let the enemy die from the fire of their bows or guns. But don't assume that they don't have melee abilities, and while not as good as their ranged attacks, hunters are still able to wield melee weapons and engage their enemies in hand-to-hand combat.

The art of survival is very important for hunters who roam the wilderness, and they can easily track down beasts, demons, dragons, or any other creature they want to track. They are good at camouflage, silently walking through the woods and grasslands like ghosts. As the kings of the wild, they are able to set traps in their path, burning, freezing, and killing approaching foes.

Hunters have been known to make lifelong contracts with wild animals to train eagles, leopards, bears and other wild animals to fight alongside them. They can also enhance their abilities with the help of different beast spirits.

It is important to note that in the beginning, hunters had mana, which means that they can also use arcane powers, although it may be easier to use them.

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