Ogres are a very interesting race, they come from Draenor just like the Orcs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the Dark Gate was opened, the ogres launched an attack on Azeroth as part of the Orc Alliance. After the war, the stupid and arrogant ogres decided that the little green worms were too weak, and broke off their alliance.

Today, the ogre's footprints have spread all over Azeroth, speaking gibberish, half-understood words, twisting their "toned" pear-shaped bodies, and writing easy-to-understand cooking tutorials - in the sense that most ogres and drunken professions are the same, both are chefs, and the difference is that the ogre's recipes are simple and bloody.

As the name suggests, ogres have nothing to do with friendliness, and it's no surprise that intelligent creatures appear on their recipes.

Don't think that ogres look extremely fat, just think that they are easy to deal with, this is a group of nimble dead fat people, and their fat is more protective. Anyone who knows anything about fighting knows that fat works well at taking impacts.

On the other hand, underneath these thick fats, the ogre's muscles are actually very developed. This is a group of creatures who only know how to eat, sleep, and fight, and full exercise makes them very muscular.

When faced with physical attacks, the impact of blunt weapons will be weakened by fat; The cutting effect of sharp weapons is not obvious; Slashing with a sharp weapon will cause the weapon to get stuck directly in the muscles. These big men, with an average height of more than three meters, are real war machines.

As for magic attacks - this is even more interesting, regardless of how low the ogre's IQ is, but they are also a real intelligent race, and the occasional two-headed ogre among the ogres has a pretty good IQ (they are natural spellcasters).

In Draenor, ogres have their own civilization, and the ogre's civilization is built on rune stones, and the two-headed ogres use the power of the rune stones to tattoo large tattoos on the ogre warriors under their command.

These tattoos are not meant to be scary, similar to the High Elf spellbreakers, the powder of the runestone will hinder the effect of magic, making the ogre warrior much more resistant to magic - but only for one type of magic, the last ogre who tried to tattoo two tattoos was torn apart by the force of the runestone.

To sum up, although IQ is very problematic, the ogre is indeed a group of very powerful guys, especially on the frontal battlefield, any adult ogre has a combat power of about the ninth order, and the epic ogre in the stone fist ogre is countless.

It's a pity that in Zuifeng's opinion, dealing with this group of brainless guys couldn't be simpler, and one way can be easily done - close the door and let the dogs go...... No, I mean come on, put Lexa!

In the original worldline, Lexa once used his ogre bloodline to defeat the Stonehammer Ogre Leader in a duel and control the Stonehammer Ogre. Although Lexa became the boss after helping Thrall defeat Daelin and establish Orgrimmar, this event proved the feasibility of controlling the ogre.

Now that Riptide Castle has decided to move, this Arathi Plateau has become the land of Lordaeron, and although he will be reluctant, Solas should not mind leaving some ogres to make trouble for Tyrenus.

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"Your Majesty Soras, do you mind if I don't choose to defeat ogres head-on, but instead control them?"

Unable to reveal his connection to the orcs at this time, Drunken Wind chose to selectively conceal a portion of his plans.

"What else do I have to pick and choose?" Hearing Drunken Wind's question, Solas couldn't help but smile wryly, "As long as the ogre threat is solved, I don't have the heart to kill those monsters." ”

Solas looked genuinely disheartened, he had been through so much in the decade since the Dark Gate - which made the middle-aged king extremely cautious.

Seeing the helpless Solas, Drunken Wind could only sigh softly.

That's the alliance, that's the politics. Against a powerful enemy, the nations of humanity unite to keep warm, but once the crisis is resolved, everyone's true face will be exposed.

Not every warrior has the same political wisdom as Lothar, so when peace comes, these warriors will always fall in front of their former allies.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

At this moment, Lao Chen's stomach rumbled just right.

Drunken Wind and Solas laughed when they met.

"It seems that the shortage of supplies in Riptide Fort has made you suffer a lot!" Solas laughed at himself, "It's good that I, the king, still have some food to spare, so I'll let the kitchen prepare it......"

"If you don't mind, I'll do it!" Drunken Wind stopped Solas from calling the cook, "Your Majesty can also taste my craft—I'm not a prophet, I'm a cook." ”

It's a legend in the Alliance about drunken cooking, which can make a strong orc warrior weep and repent with a single dish. If it weren't for Khadgar's assurances that it wasn't enchanting magic, Drunken Wind might have received an invitation to Dalaran's lecturer.

Solas agreed to Drunkard's request, and personally led Drunkard to the kitchen, saying that he would like to take a look around.

Drunken Wind smiled and began to pour out the ingredients in the kitchen.

It can be seen that the lack of materials has a great impact, and even the kitchen of the palace does not have many ingredients After looking at it carefully for a long time, Zuifeng decided to come to the simplest dish.

Then Lao Chen and Solas were fortunate enough to see a legendary warrior monk who went all out to cook.

"Elemental clone!"

The four clones of Wind, Earth, Flame, and Thunder appeared directly.

The Wind Clone summons a whirlwind that blows flour onto the board, adding water and starting to pull and pound from the Earth Clone.

The thunder clone stood up and turned into a knife, peeling off a piece of fine beef hind leg meat completely. Then a set of angry thunderbolts hit it, smashing the beef soft and delicious.

With extraordinary strength, the Earth Clone easily pulled the dough that was extremely strong because of the addition of Chocobo eggs, and soon, a large portion of the dough was ready.

The beef and noodles were processed almost at the same time, and a gust of wind rolled up all the ingredients, and then with the help of the flame clones, the beef and noodles in the air were slightly heated.

At the same time, the water in the pot is boiled. The thunder clone directly crushed a large number of Ningshen flowers, stimulated them with broken jade lightning and put them into the pot.

After a tense busyness, a large pot of hot noodle soup was brought up by the drunken wind.

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Jiang Feng was abandoned by reality, but he was reborn in a dream.

Sing a lonely war song from ancient times to the present, creating a life-and-death contest between heaven and earth.

The cry of the ghosts and gods, the dragons in the distance are in the wilderness, and the ancient kingdom is immortal......

What is it that makes him clench Xuanyue in his hand and chase the truth of the collapse to the death?

At the beginning of all catastrophes, were there undashed hopes?

This is his dream, and it is also your dream, with the beating of the heart, the global dream, never stop!

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