This was Baron Brink's first sight of the legendary orcs.

They were tall and strong, like a standing breast. The dark green skin looked sinister with a filthy evil, and the hideous face protruded two small fangs abruptly. Paired with a noisy roar, they are as terrifying as a pack of beasts pouring out of hell.

The emaciated warhorse below him took two steps back in fear, and kicked the ground with an uneasy expression. Wiping the sweat from his palms on his armor, Blake pulled out his riding gun stuck in the ground, swallowed his saliva, and said to Sever, who was beside him, "Stupid fellow, are you ready!" ”

"Always be ready!" In a chivalric salute that was not very regular, Sever's face showed an abnormal flush of fear or excitement.

Urging the war horse under the crotch, although the old horse was afraid, he still desperately led his master into a dark green turbulence. Behind it, Seifer dragged a sledgehammer disproportionate to his 'petite' size, charging with some difficulty. The two of them, with a little self-determination, launched an attack on the orc brigade.

Sensing the existence of these two people from a distance, the leader of this wave of orcs, a red-eyed fellow snorted disdainfully. Humanity is too weak, and veterans of the Battle of Shattrath have no interest in these weak opponents, and there is no glory in killing them. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the excited little cubs to come forward and deal with the two men.

It's just two pieces of garbage, and it's not worth it for an Overseer.

If it weren't for Gul'dan's personal request, he wouldn't have stayed far from the frontal battlefield and come to such a ragged ravine that the ghost knew was useless.

As the horse accelerated, Brecke's heart beat faster and faster. He seemed to be able to reach his heart, roaring to the rhythm of the horse. For a while, those green-skinned beasts were not so terrifying.

The tip of the spear pierced the body of an orc for the first time, and he saw a trace of unwillingness in the eyes of the green-skinned guy. And the next moment, a huge anti-shock force was transmitted along the cavalry gun. Breck, who was not a skilled horseman, was almost knocked off his horse by the force. And the next moment, the orc soldiers on either side picked up their huge battle axes and effortlessly cut the emaciated war horse in two.

Baron Blake fell to the ground at once, and almost at the same time, he felt a tearing pain in his back. The heirloom armor didn't do what it should. He knew he had been hit.

But it's useless!

Flashing like another new sun, the light erupted from Brecke's body, much to the surprise of the Overseers who had lived through the Battle of Shattrath. And with the appearance of the Holy Light, the original hideous and terrifying wound healed in an instant, and only the shattered armor revealed what terrible injuries this person had suffered.

Almost the next moment, the orc who shot and wounded the person was dealt a fatal blow. The huge hammer slammed into his head, and for a moment, it was like smashing a rotten watermelon, and blood splattered everywhere. Turning around, Blake saw Sever smile and hold out his hand to him.

"Good boy, after this battle, I will make you a knight!"

"Yes, my master!" Seifer was also wounded, and a terrifying hole was cut in the middle of the already terrible leather armor. But like him, a terrifying amount of light quickly repaired their bodies. Throwing away the broken riding spear, Blake picked up the big axe from the hands of the dead hapless orc, roared boldly, and rushed into the green tide like a mad tiger.

"This warrior is worth fighting!" The Overseer's eyes lit up, and after drinking the demon's blood, many orcs lost themselves and fell into an endless rage. But unlike him, what he demands is not wanton killing, but glory after defeating a powerful opponent. It was because of his thirst for glory that he quickly found himself after a brief period of madness. That's why he was able to quickly rise from squad leader to Overseer.

The master and servant didn't realize that they had been targeted, and Baron Breck was covered in blood. There is not much left of the original worn armor. His martial arts are ordinary, and his strength is only at the level of an ordinary orc soldier even with the bonus of the Holy Light. He couldn't make precise and flashy block counterattacks, so his move was simple, exchanging injuries for injuries.

Baron Blake ignored the orc's heavy axe as a mad beast. Whenever an enemy's weapon slashed at him, he would hold it tightly with one hand, allowing the sword to leave a greater scar on his body, and slashed his weapon at the opponent's body with all his might. And once he can't kill the opponent, Seifer behind him will pounce like a ghost asking for his life, and make up for the fatal blow to the opponent at any cost.

And when the weapon was removed from their bodies, the orcs were horrified to find that the fatal wounds would heal in the first place, just like the Draenei warriors who had been blessed by the Light.

No, not even the Draenei have ever had such a terrifying ability.

For the first time, the orcs were terrified of battle.

For the first time, there was panic in the orc's eyes.

Such a battle was painful, and although the Light gave the Baron's master and servant supreme ability to recover, it did not stop them from feeling the pain. Every time they were swords and axes, they completely endured all the pain.

But they were not brought down by the pain. His eyes turned as red as a mad orc, and Breck gasped, a beastly roar coming out of his throat. Beside him, an inky corpse had fallen. Lifting his foot, the slightly viscous plasma ticked and slapped on the ground. Bending down with a slight effort, he picked up a weapon of an orc warrior. Weighing the weight in his hand, he smiled slightly, revealing a slightly yellowed tooth. That smile, if it were ordinary, might only make people feel awkward and funny.

But at this time, in the eyes of the orcs, this smile is like the fangs of death, eerie and terrifying.

"How long, Sever?" Leaning on each other, Blake and Seifer clenched their weapons and glared viciously at the orc warriors around them.

"I don't know, Lord Baron." Seifer's voice was a little choppy. Just now, a spear pierced his chest, hurting his lungs. Even if the amount of holy light that Ren Fan left in their bodies was terrifying, they couldn't withstand the almost non-stop crazy consumption. At this time, the healing effect of the Holy Light is not as good as it was at the beginning. The wound that had healed instantaneously was now pouring blood.

"You can't believe the pastor's words, these bastards who like to cheat money!" There was a hint of banter in Blake's voice, and he took a deep breath and said loudly, "Seifer, can you still fight!" ”

"Absolutely, I don't think there's anything wrong with killing these idiots!"

"So what are you waiting for!"

"Kill ......"

With a roar, the battle axe in the baron's hand slashed out. This time, however, the powerful tomahawk was caught steadily. A green-skinned orc, taller than everyone else, felt the power coming from the blade and nodded in satisfaction. Then he uttered a long list of words that Breck did not understand, and seeing that the baron was dazed, he took two steps back, pointed at the baron, then at himself, and finally compared his fists, and collided with the two fists. Then, he looked at Baron Breck expectantly.

"What does this idiot want to do?"

"He probably wants to duel."

"Duel, when I'm an idiot!"

"My lord, if there is a duel, no one else can do it, so we can delay it for a longer time!"

"That makes sense!" With a glint in his eyes, Baron Blake picked up his battle axe and hooked his fingers at the tall orc overseers in front of him.

"Come on, chops!"