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"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect the Great Chief!" Old Sarufar flipped over, picked up in an instant, and picked up a powerful axe lying beside him.

With a loud roar from his mouth, he stood in front of Thrall, naked, with a weapon in hand, and covered Thrall with his own body.

A pair of eyes, exuding a sharp light, like eagle eyes, people dare not look directly.

Old Sarufar, who was not waiting to see Sal and was dissatisfied with it just now, had already thrown that love out of the clouds.

"Adjutant get out of the way, I'm going out to preside over a qiē," Sal's thick arm stretched forward, about to push old Sarufar in front of him.

Steady as a rock, old Sarufar is motionless, Sal is not a melee profession in the end, although he has good melee skills, but he is best at shamans who borrow the power of the souls of ancestors.

In terms of strength, he is far from old Sarufar.

"Your safety, Great Chief, is paramount," said Old Sarufar, with an expressionless face, stopping Thrall and speaking in a deep voice.

"No, I think I'm needed more out there," Sal said.

"Safety is more important," old Sarufar turned into a stubborn rock, water could not be splashed, oil could not be splashed, no matter what Sal said, he stood in front of Sal, and did not let go.

This made Sal angry, and he couldn't compete for strength himself. Competing for strength Sal is still not good.

It's just helpless. There is no way.

"Sarufar, I order you to get out of the way!" Sal's tone was high.

Eyes are solid. There was a coercion on his body.

Sal was furious, which made the old Sarufar, who had experienced a hundred battles, feel a chill, letting people know that he, Sal, was able to become a big chief, not by luck, but by his own ability.

Old Sarufar's tone weakened. Speak; "Great Chief, you need to be in a hurry, there will be no big problems outside."

"The barren land has been reduced to the territory of our tribe, the centaurs have been expelled, and there are also police posts on the coast of Dulongtal, where enemies are most likely to appear, and every hour news will be gathered and sent back, and there will be a large-scale invasion by foreign enemies, and with the intensity of our surveillance, it is impossible for people to touch Orgrimmar without defense,"

"So this time it was destined to be a small group of enemies. It was noisy and chaotic outside. It was because the enemy had acted too suddenly, and Orgrimmar had gathered hundreds of thousands of people, and after a while, when he reacted, the enemy would inevitably be defeated. ”

"So all we have to do now is to wait, instead of rushing out and giving the enemy a chance,"

Sal's eyes were different, looking at the expressionless old Sarufar, in the end, he was a veteran of a hundred battles, experienced, and instantly analyzed the external form.

Yes, Sal had already figured it out under the words of old Sarufar.

A small group of enemies raided Orgrimmar, what purpose did they have, naturally it could not be to destroy this city, destroy their homeland, that small group of enemies could not do it.

Plundering resources, it is impossible, no one will be so stupid, the current situation of the orcs, who does not know, extremely poor, the establishment of this Orgrimmar, or with the support of the wealth accumulated by the minotaurs, has only been established for the most part.

So the enemy's goal is already appealing.

The biggest possible target for hunting orc high-level is himself, the great chief of the tribe.

His face was ugly, and Sal's mind began to constantly recall, who was going to do it to the tribe, the alliance, this was Sal's first suspicion, and this was purely a conditioned reflex.

In the world of Azeroth, they are the only enemies of the tribe.

With Saar's wisdom, it is impossible to see that in the future world of Azeroth, the Alliance is the enemy of the tribe.

But soon, this point was ruled out by Saar, the two sides are still in the honeymoon period, the just-concluded battle of the holy mountain of Hyjal, only a year ago, the alliance has no reason to move, and even if it does, it will not be beneficial.

The position of the Great Chief, if he dies, someone will immediately ascend to the throne.

While Sal was lost in thought, old Sarufar kept looking at Sal, looking at Sal's expression.

Seeing that Sal had recovered his composure, he began to wait patiently.

Old Sarufar's expressionless face showed a shallow smile.

The great chief in front of him is the most outstanding one in the history of the orcs, and the future of the orcs is destined to be brought to glory by him, which old Sarufar is convinced of, and the other old brothers are also convinced, and countless orcs are also convinced of this.

The curtain of the tent was quickly lifted, and a tall orc walked in.

The orc's gray hair was wrinkled, but his figure was still strong, and his fangs were still sharp.

And his brown eyes were as sharp as ever.

With such heavy steps, he stepped into the tent.

"What the hell was going on with that big bang? What kind of enemy have we been attacked? Sal's tone was flat, neither fast nor slow, and he did not reflect impatience, which fully demonstrated the composure of a leader.

The orc's mouth was cracked, its fangs were cocked upward, like a fishhook, and a loud voice resounded through the tent; "There are no enemies,"

"Tell me more about what's going on?" Sal had a tense look on his face, and he relaxed a lot.

If there is no enemy, this is a good thing, there is no need to fight, there is no bloodshed, naturally no people will die.

War, these two words, are words that Sal hates, but since he was born, these two words have been with him endlessly.

"I can't say this clearly, big chief, you can go and see it,"

The orc's speech was a little clumsy, and his mouth was very open. After a few words of description. Looking at Sal, who was still asking. He found that he couldn't explain it at all, and in the end he could only build yì to take a look.

"Let's go," Sal nodded, indicating that he understood.

Old Sarufar held a weapon in his hand, and protected Sal closely, and walked out of the tent together.

Despite the absence of enemies, old Sarufar did not relax at all, and the muscles of his arms bulged tightly. Gripping the weapon tightly with both hands, a pair of eyes scanned around, as long as there was a slight mistake, the weapon in the hand would be the first to swing out and cut off the enemy.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, Sal was greeted by a puff of sand.

Sand, which is the most abundant in the Barren Lands and Durontar.

The red sandy earth underfoot, this is simply a barren land and a major feature of Durontar.

Available currently. This red sand, obscuring the sky, appeared in the distant sky. Such a landscape moved Sal.

The red sand obscured the sky, and it was dark.

There was a red color everywhere, which was also true in the tent, but was ignored by Thrall.

"Did you send someone over? Is there any message coming back? Find out what's going on? Thrall raised his hand to the sky and said in a deep voice.

Heavy, yes, just heavy.

The sky is obscured, and the appearance of such a spectacular sight represents not a good thing, but a great disaster.

"Not yet, we'll have to wait a while," the orc replied with a gentle stroke of his weapon.

Sal was in a really bad mood at the moment, very bad, and he felt that he and his people were so troubled.

Thinking about it, since the clansmen escaped from the shelter, no good things have happened, on the contrary, a series of disasters have happened to themselves and their clansmen.

The war is continuous, and his own people are constantly dying, and now it is not easy to have a year of peace.

When the homeland was about to be built and the people began to live a good life, another disaster happened to him.

This time is it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster.

He must find out that there is also the last man-made disaster, he must find out, and take revenge on the mastermind behind the scenes, suing him, the noble orc, is not something he can calculate.

The vigorous two-headed wyvern, fanning its wings, its wings draped in scales, cut a graceful arc in the air,

Swift movements, flying back from the distant sky.

In the blink of an eye, a black dot kept expanding.

After just a dozen seconds, the Wyvern had flown back to Orgrimmar.

He circled in the air for a moment, and the orc, who was standing beside Thrall, who had responded to the news, opened his mouth and let out a loud roar.

The roar was like thunder.

The bipedal wyvern hovering above immediately anchored itself to the source of the sound, and finally locked on to its target.

Slowly descending from above, he came to Sal and saluted respectfully.

There is no falsehood in this respect, it is completely respectful from the heart.

As an orc who had been imprisoned in the asylum for many years, he had been numb to Yiqiē because of the demon's blood, and the honor that was more important than life could not arouse any affection in him.

But Sal's appearance rekindled his fighting spirit and aroused his desire for honor.

Sal was the person he respected the most, and there was no one.

"The Big Bang is clear? How did it happen? Sal asked.

"It's been investigated," the orc looked excited to be able to speak to the great chief he respected most, with a smile on his face.

However, he did not forget his own responsibility, and the words in his mouth did not stop at all, and continued to explain; "Not long ago, the sky was torn apart, and a huge black opening appeared, like this,"

The orc explained, and found that it was not enough to talk about it, so he took the initiative to gesture up, took out his scimitar and pointed it at the tent beside him, and with a stroke, a hole appeared, pointing and continuing; "Then a ship appeared, and it quickly faded down and fell to the ground, and then there was a big explosion" (My novel "World of Warcraft: Prince Gilneis" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)