Kargas came to Azeroth on his own initiative.

Different from the Kargas Blade Fist in history, on the world line that Ren Fan is in, the Kargas Blade Fist seems to have an extra thing that is extremely rare among orcs - brains.

When he was in Draenor, Kargas was very suspicious of Guldan, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and even when he saw the significant buff effect of Grom Hellroar, who shouted that I want to fight a hundred after drinking demon blood, Kargas was still skeptical. In the end, when I drank the demon blood, I only took a small sip, and I vomited most of it because I was so embarrassed that I vomited it.

While the effects of the boon/curse are still unavoidable, Kargas has a rare chance of retaining his precious brain. Even if it comes at the cost of being a few points weaker than the other chiefs.

But this legendary gladiator was never one to speak only with his fists.

Ren Fan's combat effectiveness can be said to be minimal. In fact, although it caused a huge mess, Ren Fan's killing of the tribe was actually minimal.

Most of the tribal soldiers died from the onslaught of human soldiers after panic and unstable formations, not Ren Fan's strange but limited attack methods.

But the destructive power of this human race to the tribe's already chaotic command system is too great!

The invincibility along the way has made Kargas somewhat forget the sea of corpses and blood that he once left behind outside Shattrath due to the lack of field command. Kargas was a bit of a fluke to think that all humans were nothing more than these native dogs. Such an opponent, even if they rush forward like a swarm, there will be no problem.

However, the opponent he met today gave him a different understanding of human beings.

Tough and determined, even though there is still a big gap between their combat effectiveness and the orcs, their extraordinarily strict discipline makes them almost one-to-one in casualty ratio with the orcs.

Behind them is the royal court of the human kingdom, where their great chieftain is located.

And behind them, how many elite soldiers like them will be!

Kargas is unknown.

And once they have a person like Ren Fan as a sharp arrow......

Kargas could not have imagined.

In front of Ren Fan, the curved blade on Kargas's arm pointed at his eyebrows. Staring into the eyes of the humans who were a head smaller than him, he roared:

"You, get out of here!" (Orc)

"Big brother, the language is not comprehensible! You look for a translator that doesn't! (lingua franca)

Choked by Kargas's kick just now, Ren Fan said while coughing.

"You. Leave! (orc)

Pointing at Ren Fan and then at the position behind him, Kargas roared angrily. And behind Ren Fan, the orcs automatically separated, making way for him. This human may not be strong, but he impresses them too much. Even the bravest orc warriors were reluctant to face this iron tortoise that could not be killed or broken.

This feeling of trying all but being in vain is despairing.

Blinked, looked at this strange orc who was a little inconsistent with other green-skinned painting styles, turned around, and looked at the crooked path behind him, Ren Fan was a little confused for a while. How did this group of orcs change their style? Shouldn't they yell that they won't win, that they'd rather die and then chop and chop their brains like they've been poached by zombies! What's the situation with this, they relented?

Could it be that their brains are completely broken?

"Trust in our sincerity!" Staring into Ren Fan's eyes, Kargas tried to be as gentle and sincere as possible. But unfortunately, those fangs and red eyes made it seem that he had nothing to do with the word mildness. Seeing him like this, Ren Fan couldn't help but take two steps back, put on a defensive posture, and the hand in the cuff was also on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

Pointing to his nose, he used the blade in his hand to wipe his neck, and by the way, with an exaggerated hideous expression, Kargas used the acting skills that had accumulated in the first half of his life to the fullest.

Stretching out his hand and pointing to the path behind Ren Fan, Kargas opened one eye and closed one eye, looking like he couldn't see you, and pretended to half-turn away. Beside him, the tribal soldiers who were staring at Ren Fan looked vigilant one by one, and the blades in their hands were held with a strange sound, as if as long as Ren Fan had the slightest mistake, they would immediately pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

After hesitating, Ren Fan took a step back slightly. Seeing that the orc did not react, he took a few steps back. The movement of his feet continued to increase, and what was originally a leisurely stroll turned into a trot, and then into a wild run. His mission was to scout the situation, not to take care of the army in Stormwind. Although he didn't know the number of these orcs (in fact, no human could read the ghost drawings of this group of orcs), but at least he had found out the fact that there were indeed orcs in Beishi, and the number was still amazing. As for the rest......

The rest, Lothar needs to think about it. Even as a traverser, his greatest advantage is that he is one step further than the natives of Azeroth. As for such a thing as commanding a battle...... Reality is not a novel, in the past, being a class leader could make the class a miasma, Ren Fan didn't think that he would be able to be domineering if he changed the world.

As for what Lothar was going to do, that was his business. The price he asked Ryan for was not very high, and it was already a matter of benevolence to do so.

Watching Ren Fan's figure disappear into the distance, Kargas breathed a sigh of relief. He was a veteran of the battlefield who had truly faced high-level Holy Light users, and he was extremely impressed by the group of warriors who were not only skilled in combat, but also extremely tenacious. His unique method of dealing with the Holy Shield was something he had learned after thousands of battles with those high-ranking priests.

Although he had already made a preliminary assessment of Ren Fan's combat effectiveness, the greatest gladiator of the past was still unwilling to take any risks.

Finding the corpse of a human warrior lying on the ground, Kargas crouched down, and with a flick of his short blade, he cut off the already blurred human head. Comparing the color of his hair, he nodded, then threw his head to the soldiers beside him, and said to him:

"Let the brothers in front cheer, the human who rushed in has been killed by us!"

"But ......"

"I said, he's been killed! Do you have any comments? ”

"Nope!"

Wiping the blood from the corners of his clothes, Kargas slowly disappeared into the tide of orcs. In the distance, cheers rang out one after another, and other orcs who didn't know why followed suit. The morale that had been stirred up a little low instantly returned to the original point. He couldn't gather such a plate of loose sand, and the side effects of demonic blood had become more and more obvious. Kargas didn't know why the Great Chief had him besiege such a place with his troops, which was not of great importance, but the Great Chieftain's order ......

"For the sake of him being a brown skin, help him this time!"

Suddenly, Kargas suddenly felt that the miserable green of his body was so ugly.