Accepting the blessing of Wei Lun, the drunken wind vaguely felt something. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's a pity that even if you meditate by calming down, drunken wind can't grasp the essence of a feeling.

Drunken Wind felt the difficulty of this battle, and he desperately longed for a protagonist-style breakthrough. With his brain open, Drunken Wind even went to learn from the priest to heal others, and opened the way of fog weaving to become a three-cultivation warrior monk - in the end, he found nothing.

As a result, I was drunk and worked for several days in vain.

"Well, it seems that these bloody things can't happen to me." Drunken Wind sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let's go and get something to eat - I always feel that there is a lot of room for improvement in the wild feast I cooked." ”

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At this time, the orcs in Azeroth were much more sad than the expeditionary force in Draenor.

When the expeditionary force first arrives at Draenor, the orcs don't pay much attention to it, believing that the expeditionary force is killing themselves - but then the Dark Gate turns really black due to the loss of energy, and the orcs realize that something is wrong.

Having lost supplies, the orcs have almost run out of ammunition, and although these guys are savage, they don't have the habit of eating human flesh after all, so most of the orcs are hungry.

Lexa is even more so.

The Beastmaster from the Mokonasa Clan, with his exploits and prowess, should have had more supplies - but his fellow beasts consumed most of them.

The Mokonasa clan is a hybrid of ogres and orcs (how they were mixed is no longer verifiable), so they have the strongest bodies and the most stubborn tempers, and Lexa left his clan and left Draenor in search of change.

Now, Lexa sadly discovers that she doesn't seem to have found what she needs.

Sitting in the tent thinking about his future, Lexa suddenly heard his wolf Harasa let out a wail!

Lexa rushed to the corral and found only the broken corpse of Harassa, and the orcs feasting on the side. The orcs of the Broken Hand Clan took the place of their left hand, and the blade was still stained with blood—the blood that belonged to Harasa.

Lexa swears he's never been so angry!

He turned back to his tent and pulled out the battle flag that had never been erected and belonged to the Mokonasa clan. Back in the pens, Lexa planted the battle flag on the ground.

"Mark Gorla!"

In response to Lexa's anger, it was the laughter of the Broken Hand Warrior.

"It's just a wolf, he didn't know where to turn out a flag and call Markgora?!"

"Go back, ogre, and you're the only one who will move out of Markgora."

"Shut up now, we can spare your life!"

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Lexa didn't say a word, and silently, in the tradition of Markgora, took off his shirt, revealing his thin and strong body.

At this time, the orcs no longer had shamans to bless the weapons, so Lexa simply smeared the blood of his companion on the blade of the axe, and silently promised that he would avenge his partner.

The noise of the beast pen attracted a lot of orc warriors, and the human alliance had not attacked for a long time, and the idle orcs simply passed the time by watching this Macgora.

The warriors of the Shattered Hand Clan realized that the guy in front of them was serious, and they were unwilling to face the wrath of a legendary Beastmaster alone (although this beastmaster didn't seem to intend to summon his animal companions), and simply ignored Markgora's traditional demands, and swarmed up to the boos of the onlookers.

Lexa didn't care, and he swung his heavy axe.

The Broken Hand Clan has always been praised among orcs for fighting hard, but in the face of the huge gap in strength, although these Broken Hand warriors desperately exchanged injuries for injuries, they were still cleanly chopped by Lexa with a few axes.

Lexa, who had killed the enemy, raised her head to the sky and wailed, this revenge did not have any sweetness, only endless pain.

The chieftain of the Shattered Hand Clan, Kargas Bladefist, witnessed this, and while he knew that his men had done something wrong, he couldn't accept the loss of several elite warriors to a wolf. Subconsciously, he pulled up the flag planted on the side and wanted to throw it towards Lexa in the field.

A large hand that suddenly appeared stopped him.

"Enough!" Gromash Hellroar appeared in the pen with his guards, "Isn't there enough blood of the warriors today?" ”

As he spoke, Hell roared and stared at Kargas, who was still unwilling: "Your idiots don't know, don't you know!" How much did Lexa pay for the Horde?! The last time I fought that pandaman, it ended up being Lexa covering me to leave - or do you want to say, you want to have a fight with me too?! ”

Considering the strength of Gromash Hellroar Legend at its peak, as well as the sturdy Warsong Guards behind him, Kargas finally snorted and lowered the banner in his hand.

Finally, Lexa came to his senses, put on his shirt again, took his axe, and walked out of the beast pen and left the orc camp.

The orcs watched Lexar leave, but no one stopped them - those who understood Lexa felt that it was pointless to say anything at this point, and those who did not understand Lexa were simply afraid of the sharp axe in his hand.

Lexa left the barracks and headed south. At this time, the Beastmaster was full of doubts about himself, he didn't even know if he had chosen to leave Draenor right or wrong, the only thing he could be sure of now was that he should belong to the jungle and the wilderness - not the barracks.

Just as Lexa wandered to the Valley of Thorns, a chance encounter changed his fate completely.

"Hey, work! You don't look happy? Come on, come on, come for a drink! This is my new Storm Spirit, and I think you're strong enough to drink this two-pot head I've rebrewed, right? ”

Lexa looked at the big fat face that suddenly appeared in front of him, and stumbled in a lingua franca: "You, aren't you the one called Drunken Wind?" I watched you pass through the Dark Gate, how did you ...... here?"

"Oh roar, looks like you all know my compatriot called Drunken Wind? That's too coincidental~ I'm looking for him now! ”

"I just know him. He's gone far away now, and you won't find him for a while. Lexa, who had abandoned the camp, patiently responded to the guy in front of him, "So, what's your name?" ”

"Haha~" The panda man puffed out his chest proudly, "My name is Chen, Chen Storm Spirit!" The best winemaker! ”