No matter how many miscellaneous fish there are, they are also miscellaneous fish, after all, this world is not a game purely about data, in a real world, the fish-like fish-like people, no matter how crazy they are, are just a slightly troublesome guy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Of course, if there are enough of these guys, that's two things. Similarly, these Northrender crocodiles, although they added an extra crocodile to their names, did not escape the ranks of the fishmen.

These creatures do have some intelligence, at least they know how to work together when hunting enemies that are stronger than them. More than a dozen crocodile people, after jumping out of the waterhole, walked on their thick hind legs and surrounded Hugh.

"A bunch of slightly smarter beasts at most!" Hugh commented on the crocodile people's performance, and then ignored them, indeed, although the crocodile people were far stronger than their distant relatives, the crocodile people were not at all inferior to the fish people in this case.

Although the Fish-Men do not have a high IQ, at least they are cautious enough, or rather timid, to flee rather than continue to attack when confronted by a powerful enemy, although in this case, the Fish-Men will always be scum. But I have to say that if there is one creature in Azeroth that is the most numerous and covers the most area, it is the fish-men.

And these crocodile people, for tens of thousands of years, can only be biased above Northrend, and even among the indigenous creatures of Northrend, they belong to the bottom kind. Unable to use tools, they are as primitive as they are for thousands of years, and even those mammoths will at least know how to craft tools and weapons, and even give birth to a kingdom at one time. In contrast, these crocodile people are just a bunch of real beasts.

And the beast, no matter what world it is in, to put it cruelly, is a commodity that will be eliminated. In Azeroth, the druids would be nosy in dealing with beasts, but it was clear that Hugh was not one of those who would deal with beasts.

Oberline swung it, the blade of the sword tore through the air with the blessing of the furious force, and then, the first crocodile man who pounced on Hugh to attack Hugh was easily turned into a dead corpse by the blade. Then, a second crocodile man braved the blood of his companion and rushed forward, but was also cut off from head to tail by a blade faster than it.

Hugh just waved his two-handed sword at will, and slashed all the crocodile people who attacked him to the ground. The crocodile people, the reddish-brown scales that had evolved over the years, were facing a blade forged by magic, thinner than paper. These crocodile people, who are accustomed to relying on the scales on their bodies as protection, are powerless to resist in the face of weapons made by civilization.

Civilization and barbarism are opposed to each other in that world. In the beginning, the wilderness can suppress civilization, but if civilization is given enough time to develop, then, in turn, the wilderness will be crushed by the power of civilization. This magical world, which is full of all kinds of unscientific situations, is the same. In the past, wars were all about swords, and even magic was just icing on the cake. But by now, the progress brought about by civilization has begun to manifest itself.

For these crocodile people, Hugh didn't even bother to use magic, in fact, with a little spell, Hugh could easily kill more than a dozen crocodile people, but Hugh still chose to use the most direct and wasteful method, but even so, those crocodile people who dared to attack still couldn't escape death.

The sword light slashed the last crocodile man to attack, and looked at the corpses of the crocodile people all over the ground, and the remaining two or three crocodile people fled back to the waterhole in a hurry, and Hugh lost the idea of staying and resting on the edge of the waterhole. Hanging the untouched Oberline back on his back, Hugh summoned the Acherus Death Horse and rolled it up, and the Death Horse stepped out of the horse's hooves and continued northward.

After Hugh had moved some distance away, the fleeing crocodile men cautiously emerged from the water, but when they saw Hugh gone, they stepped out of the waterhole again, pounced on the corpses of their dead compatriots, and then opened their mouths and gnawed down.

Hugh in the distance looked back and saw this scene, shook his head, and Hugh pulled the reins of the death horse. Acherus's death horse roared at the sound of a horse. He stepped away and galloped towards the north.

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If there is any civilization on this continent in Northrend, apart from the hidden guardians and the races associated with the guardians, and the guardian dragons. In addition to the trolls with the same adaptability as the fish-people, there are only walrus people and cattle eaters. The former is a race that has always lived along the coast of Northrend, and unlike other races, walrus people are tough and peaceful by nature. They make a living from whaling and fishing through good water properties. But also because of their somewhat lazy nature, the walrus homeland has been under fierce attack from all sides in recent years, because of the inexplicable curse of the resurrected Veku spirits, the undead spiders who have taken refuge in the Lich King's underground ruler, the undead spiders of Eldraine Nirub, the pirates of the Northlands, and other Veku people.

It can be said that these walrus people are some unlucky people who sit at home but get into trouble for some reason.

And they have the same experience, as well as the cattle consumers.

As distant relatives of the Minotaurs, these cattle consumers were stranded in Northrend when the heavens and the earth collapsed 10,000 years ago, and with the change of climate, Northrend was eventually swept into eternal cold. In the past 10,000 years, these cattle consumers have always survived in this ice and snow with their tenacious will and tenacious spirit.

Walrus people are a fishing people who prefer to live along the coast.

Cattlemen, on the other hand, are unscrupulous nomads, often nomadic herders on the Northrend continent. Although life was hard, with the mammoths, trolls, and the harsh climate of Northrend as a whole threatening the survival of the Cattle, the resilient race survived.

But recently, the good days have come to an end. The spread of the undead plague in Northrend forced the cattle consumers to migrate long distances, but this still did not work. And here in the Borean Tundra, the cattle consumers who have been living in the cattle consumption village are also facing the threat of natural disasters and undead who are getting closer and closer to them.

For this reason, the chief of the cattle consumers named Winter Wind had to send an envoy to launch a distress call for help from a tribe that had been joined by distant relatives of the Minotaurs. However, it was clear that while the Minotaurs in Warsong Fortress were happy to help their distant relatives, a brain-dead man who didn't actually have a brush didn't take these cattle eaters seriously, and that guy didn't even send a single soldier to rescue them.

Although, one after another, there are idle adventurers on the tribe's side, attacking the villages of the cattle-eaters to provide them with a helping hand. But with the Scourge raging in Nqira, the cattle eaters now have to make a painful decision.

Abandoning their place of residence, the whole clan evacuated and began to flee......