Priest.

Weak, powerless, belongs to the protected being in the team. Although they also knew a few lethal spells, they were nothing compared to their powerful healing magic.

At least in the eyes of most people, pastors are such beings.

And Lothar is one of the majority.

So when Lothar saw Ren Fan with a long sword in one hand, a musket in his waist and a dagger hidden in his boots, and smoke bombs in his cuffs, his whole person was petrified.

It's a really ...... look It's too non-mainstream!

This is Azeroth, not the Girl Scroll next door......

casually put aside the staff that looked hideous and evil, but was filled with holy light, Ren Fan twisted his neck, and gave a not-so-standard military salute to Lothar, who was stunned:

"Hats off, Marshal Lothar......"

Seeing that Lothar's gaze seemed to be attracted by the staff in his hand, Ren Fan couldn't help but sigh that this guy's eyes were vicious. Onexia's craftsmanship is absolutely not to say, this staff is the best choice in terms of appearance and ability, and when holding the body of the staff, Ren Fan can even feel the linkage between the holy light in his body and the life force in the staff.

It's just the appearance of this staff...... It's really a bit hideous, and it doesn't fit in with the gentle and loving feelings of the Light users at all. If the dazzling light on the staff were replaced by a dark glow peculiar to Shadows, this guy would look a bit like the Shadow Flame dropped by Onexia's hapless brother.

That unlucky equipment that Ren Fan couldn't brush out after countless versions!

Although she was curious about the staff that exuded gentle but powerful power, Lothar didn't ask much after all. Because he knew very well that if he asked two questions about this staff before, there would definitely be people who would dare to ask Ren Fan for this staff as a gift for him. And Ren Fan's temper ......

Now is a special period, and he doesn't want to cause more trouble.

"On behalf of the Kingdom of Stormwind, I thank you on behalf of the people of Stormwind!"

Lothar said with a serious face, and when he heard his words, although he had never been interested in these fake great voids that had no nutrition, Ren Fan still saluted seriously:

"It's my pleasure, Sir!"

After the politeness, Ren Fan was arranged by Lothar to a temporary military camp not far from the city gate. In fact, this is a small front-line hospital, and although Ren Fan looks like that when he is fully armed, Lothar will not throw him stupidly to the front line because of this. He is not stupid, Ren Fan's turtle shell is indeed powerful, and the three-shot Yang Electronic City Breaker Cannon of Tough Sargeras is trivial. But his pathetic attack power ......

Putting this guy in the front is a pure waste of resources, and it is better to throw it in the back row to take care of the wounded soldiers.

Half-paralyzed in the chair with nothing to do, his legs crossed on the table, humming a slightly unfamiliar tune, Ren Fan was so leisurely that he was a mess. At the same time, the air around Ren Fan was distorted, and immediately, a slender and pretty figure walked out of thin air.

"I said, sister, didn't I say it, I can't go to the front line, it's not interesting here, why don't you believe me!" Ren Fan sighed and said, "You see I'm idle now!" I know that you are an idle person, why waste your limited life on infinite dozing and gossiping! Let's go and find the value of life! ”

"Why does a good reason sound so awkward in your mouth!" Onexia rolled her eyes, then stepped forward and pulled Ren Fan's leg off the table with her little finger in disgust. Half-sitting on the table, she twisted her body to look at Ren Fan with a dissatisfied expression.

"That's because I'm not at a good level, and I'm not at a high level of speaking. So, sister, you can do whatever you like, okay, I'm boring and a waste of time, so don't stay here, okay! ”

"You think I want to stay by your side!" Onexia rolled her eyes, her face unpleasant. If it weren't for the inexplicable personality of the old man, she wouldn't want to follow this bastard who has taken advantage of her I don't know how many times. Jumping off the table, she walked to Ren Fan's side with model steps, stroking the staff on the side with both hands, and she said in an aria:

"Oh, what a great staff!"

"Yes, yes, sister, your craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world......" Ren Fan said perfunctorily.

"Oh, that's a great design!"

"Yes, yes, sister, you are well-informed, you are knowledgeable, you are the most professional......" Ren Fan closed his eyes and continued to perfunctory.

"Gee, that's a great material. Speaking of which, it doesn't seem like there's a charge for these materials......"

"Sister, sit down, I'll pour you tea......"

Thinking of the long list that Onexia had listed, and the dense list of numbers in the end, Ren Fan couldn't help but swallow. Squeezed out a smile and gave up his seat to Onexia, with a dog-legged smirk, Ren Fan took a glass of water and handed it over with a smile. But as soon as he handed it aside, he frowned sharply, and then, regardless of the hand that Onexia had already stretched halfway, he threw the cup violently, and the whole person ran out like a gust of wind.

"What the hell!"

Onexia, who was almost splashed, jumped up suddenly, and was about to find trouble with Ren Fan, but then her ears moved, and her eyes lit up violently. With a wave of his hand, the whole person fell into the shadows, and Onexia followed behind Ren Fan, also running towards the city.

In the distance, a faint black trail gradually appeared. After a few days of rest, the orcs struck again. And this time, converging the elite of the Broken Hand Clan, the orc force in Orgrim's hands has reached about 70,000. Compared to the battle of Stormwind in history, it is even a lot more.

Of course, this time, his opponent is not just a few standing legions in Stormwind City, but the entire Stormwind City, nearly a million humans.

The Elwyn Forest gave the Orcs an almost endless resource, and the vast amount of wood left behind by the East Valley Lumberyard due to the narrowness of the nobility became part of the Orc War Machine. The huge, rough trebuchet slowly moved in the crowd, and the giant tree that the two men hugged was wheeled without even trimming its branches, ready to crash into the gates. For three days, Orgrim gave humans three days, but in those three days, he also did many things.

With the Hammer of Doom in his hand, Orgrim took a deep breath. He could feel the prosperity and strength of the city, which the tribe had never had. And as long as the city is breached, the Horde's bridgehead in this world will be truly established. And only in this way can the orcs who have been driven from the destroyed world truly gain a foothold.

And anyone who dares to stand in the way of the tribe will die!

Squinting his eyes slightly, he seemed to feel a gaze on him from a distance. With a slight smile, he raised the hammer of destruction in the air. The huge hammer head shimmered with the cold light of steel, and in the distance, above the city walls, he could also see a little cold glint glinting.

This is a fateful showdown, and it is also a showdown that will determine the fate of the race.

Exhaled gently, the war hammer in his hand slowly fell. And as he moved, a low, long horn sound resounded throughout Stormwind.

The attack of the orcs has begun!