Let's turn back the clock to this time in the 7th year of the Dark Gate calendar. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Drunken Wind, who had first arrived in the Eastern Kingdoms, landed in the port of Minahir and had planned to enjoy some human cuisine. Unfortunately, it happened to be in time for the war, so the inns and taverns could only provide cheap and hungry bread, which made the whole panda of the drunken wind bad.

Unable to eat the food he wanted, Zuifeng had to give up riding the can directly south to Zangbao Bay, and instead walked south - although he couldn't eat the unique food of humans, at least he had to deal with some unique ingredients to taste it!

So everywhere the panda man went, the wild animals were unlucky......

"The heron legs in this wetland are quite chewy, no worse than those in the swamps of the Four Winds Valley! Salt or braised it, it's pretty good! ”

"Dan Morrow's bear's paw really lives up to its name! It's a pity that I don't have honey on hand, and this time of year is not right, otherwise a honey-pickled bear's paw would have made me lose here. ”

"Phew, why is this lizard meat so sour and astringent? And such unpalatable meat? And it's as hard as a stone! ”

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With the mindset of relaxing and enjoying the food, the drunken wind went all the way south to the burning plain.

At this time, the orc war was about to end, and without the support of the warlocks, the orcs lost their strength greatly, and the alliance seized a wave of opportunities and advanced directly to the south.

When Drunken Wind first met the army, it was when the two sides opened up their positions under the Black Stone Tower, and started a big battle between soldiers and generals.

At the center of the battlefield are Anduin Lothar and Orgrim Doomhammer.

At the beginning of the battle, Lothar had the upper hand on his horse. But Orgrim quickly solved the problem. His hammer arced, and the massive stone top struck the horse in the head. The horse fell, blood spurting from its shattered bones, its limbs twitching.

Lothar did not fall. He jumped to the side with the stirrup as his horse fell, stepping over the barrier and facing Ogrim directly. At this moment, the sound of the people around them fighting seemed to have been silenced, and the two leaders raised their weapons and collided without saying a word, each with one goal - to kill the other.

This is a typical warrior fight, a contest of strength and strength. Lothar was a tall, strong human, as strong and powerful as most orc warriors. But Orgrim was noticeably taller, more powerful, and younger. Although Lothar lacks youth and speed, he has more skill and experience.

Equally heavily armoured, equally armed with weapons that would normally not be lifted by a warrior, equally desperate for his race and victory.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

Two burly and powerful bodies collided together, and then it was a fist-to-flesh battle.

After a brief period of temptation, both sides realized that it would be difficult to seriously injure the other as long as they had reservations, so Lothar first seized the opportunity and used the lionheart shield in his left hand to fend off a hammer blow from Orgrim, throwing away the shield despite the severe shock he had received, holding the sword in both hands, and turning the blade to give Orgrim a hard blow.

The sharp blade sliced through the Blackstone Heavy Armor, leaving a finger-deep wound on Orgrim's right chest, and red flesh flipped out, blood quickly soaking through Orgrim's inner lining.

But the trauma further fueled Orgrim's madness, he roared, shook off his armor, stopped blocking and defending, and began to attack with hammer after hammer as his speed increased, and Lothar seized the opportunity, leaving one wound after another on Orgrim's body.

Just when Lothar was on the verge of victory, Orgrim used his last strength to deliver a wave of unexpected counter-attacks.

The heavy hammer of destruction was handed to his left hand, and Orgrim clenched his right fist, closing the distance as he charged, and unexpectedly slammed Lothar into the chest.

The well-made armor of Stormwind City could withstand the sharp blades, but it could not withstand the heavy punches, and Lothar felt that her internal organs were greatly shaken, and her breath stagnated under a surge of qi and blood.

Orgrim seized the opportunity, raised the hammer of destruction in his hand, and smashed it down with all his strength.

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At this time, Zuifeng, who had been standing in the distance and watching for a long time, finally understood what was going on here, and he realized that this was the most important battle of the Blackstone Tower between the Old Tribes and the Old Alliance!

didn't have time to think about it, Drunken Wind didn't care about his image, and began to roll on the ground and quickly cut into the battlefield.

If Drunken Wind wasn't here, Lothar's sword would accidentally break while parrying the hammer, falling to the burning plains; The Alliance, on the other hand, will erupt with unimaginable power spurred on by Lothar's death, and Orgrim, who eventually wins the battle, will lose the entire war.

But just as the Grand Royal Knight's sword broke, Orgrim swung the hammer of destruction again, and Tulayan couldn't come to his rescue, Drunken Wind arrived.

Orgrim was a veritable legendary warrior, and the best of the legendary warriors, and the drunkenness of the time was simply unmatched. But after the great battle with Lothar, Orgrim was now almost running out of oil - the timing of Drunken Wind's sudden attack was the extreme, and the verdant words of the mist were placed on the heavy hammer of destruction, and with the last of Orgrim's strength, the hammer was picked out of the air.

Anduin Lothar, who thought he was dead, opened his eyes in surprise to find that the final blow of the Great Chief of the Orc had been blocked by a stranger, and the Hammer of Doom had been flown off. Under the ups and downs of life, Anduin Lothar, who is as calm as Anduin, can hardly speak.

Drunken Wind didn't have the energy to gauge Lothar's feelings at this time, and he stared at Orgrim Doomhammer in front of him, afraid that he would run away.

But an accident happened, and the sword saint Samuro, who should have left the Eastern Kingdom, appeared on the battlefield, and under the distortion of the air, he carried Orgrim and quickly fled.

Drunken Wind stomped his foot hard.

Originally, Drunken Wind wanted to kill Orgrim directly after saving Anduin Lothar to further weaken the power of the orcs, but he didn't expect a person who should not have appeared like himself to appear and save Orgrim, although Lothar did not die, but this time the Orcs of the Blackstone Tower Battle were able to withdraw from the battle in a more orderly manner, and even retained some living power, which is why the war ended later than in the previous life, so that the reconstruction of Stormwind City gave Drunken Wind a chance.