It was still days before the army reached the town of Shink, but the war between the scouts had been going on for so long that Zuld had lost count of how many orcs he had slit their throats. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These abominable bastards are like weeds to count!

The thick pads of the giant wolf's flesh stepped on the thick dead leaves of the forest without making the slightest sound, and a large number of wolves and their knights roamed the forest like ghosts, and the occasional dull sound of weapons and armor colliding was even more terrifying.

Zurd suddenly raised his hand and made a stop gesture. The knights, who had been sharpened in countless thrills, tightened the reins and forced their mounts to stop, beaks made of cowhide to keep the wolves from howling.

A huge wolfbeast with gray-white hair and flashing scarlet eyes sprang out of the woods and sat down beside Zuld, holding out its head and rubbing his hand, and chirping in a low voice.

After a while, Zuld patted the wolfbeast on the head and signaled that he knew, and the wolfbeast disappeared into the dark jungle with a broken step, a gust of wind blowing, and a little moonlight fell through the sparse canopy like stars falling to the ground.

A beam of moonlight shone on him, and his rickety back, huge fangs, and brown skin showed that he was not human, but a legendary troll!

Beckoning, gathering his team, Zuld glanced at them, except for him, the remaining nine people are all authentic humans, it is hard to believe that in the human army, a troll can have the time to dominate the human race, especially this troll tribe still has the custom of cannibalism.

Zurde has always considered himself to be very successful, relying on his accurate archery skills to successfully join the Rangers, and with the talent of being able to communicate with animal companions, he successfully grasped the fighter in the scout battle, and obtained enough merit to become the captain of this team.

"Maybe I'm the first troll to become a human officer?" Zurde thought excitedly.

His deputy, a young lad whom everyone called him, nudged him lightly when he saw that Zurde was in a daze again, and this clever young man always understood what his troll chief was thinking.

"Ahem! Just now Grey Feather told me that a group of orc infantry stationed in the forest is resting, and it seems that there are only a dozen of them, and from now on stay silent, let's eat them! To hide his embarrassment, Zurde coughed softly.

One of the human warriors was a little puzzled: "Are you sure about the number?" I don't want to rush in and find that the enemy has gone from a dozen to dozens! ”

"Hey! Gray Feather is not one of those dire wolves! He's a silverback! Silverback Wolf understands! "Zuld was a little upset, compared to the wild and untamed dire wolf who likes to cause trouble, the silverback wolf can almost be called perfect!

Words are forbidden, ruthless and cruel to the enemy, and attacks are crazy. Loyal and reliable to its companions, this massive wolfbeast is also very intelligent! Zuld was so fond of the creature that he planned to trade it for a silverback wolf of his own.

Shrugging his shoulders, the team member signaled not to worry about himself, which made Zulde no longer so annoyed, he nodded, and then whispered, "Ready to hunt!" Remember to unmuzzle the wolf before the battle! ”

The team members, who had cooperated many times, silently returned to the wolf and followed Zuld to the orc camp. The leaves of the trees, which had already felt the autumn mood, gently shook off a few yellow leaves under the breeze.

The huge wolf claw stepped on a dead leaf that had just fallen, and quickly followed the scouts, and in the dark forest, black shadows and scarlet eyes flashed from time to time, indicating that there would be a massacre here!

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"Damn it!" An orc warrior struggled to put the soup in his mouth with one arm, but he tried several times without success, and angrily threw the soup bowl into the bushes.

"Goron, you can't do this!" A gray-skinned orc held a bowl of soup, gently held the one-armed orc's neck, and served the soup to his mouth, then examined the wound on the severed arm.

The severed arms of the orcs were very untidy, and the flesh and skin were twisted together with the white bones, as if they had been torn apart by some animal.

"We shouldn't make a fire, those beasts will find us!" Perhaps it was the hot soup that made Goron no longer so furious, and he looked at the dark jungle with some concern.

It was a glade in the middle of a forest, where a dozen orcs had lit a fire, and rested in silence, without the loud noise of the previous rest, and everyone was depressed, and the atmosphere was even infected with flames!

"Oh! Goron, I think it's better to find your lost arm in the belly of a wolf. A green-skinned orc whispered.

"Shut up!" The orc who fed the soup to Goron roared in a low voice, his voice causing the orcs to glance at him, and then go about their own business.

"Don't take it personally, his brain is burned by demonic blood." The orc calmed the atmosphere of Goron, and then said: "These guys have so smart noses that whether we make a fire or not, they will find that in this case, why not be more comfortable." ”

"Roar!" For some unknown reason, a fight broke out between the two orcs, they scuffled together, and broke up a bonfire, but no one stopped them, and many of them even whistled at them!

"Damn it! Get them pulled away! The gray-skinned orc stood up and looked at the two green guys scuffling together, with a headache.

He knew one of them, they had hunted the Splithoof together, it was an alert lad who used to be able to face the Splithoof calmly and attract them into the trap, but now? Reckless, stupid, hot-blooded, impulsive, almost after drinking that cup of green blood, it's like a changed person!

The green-skinned orc who had mocked Golon sat there, spat out the crumbling grass roots in his mouth, and said, "I don't understand why the Overseers didn't crush those hateful humans on the way!" How vulnerable they were in the narrow woods, and it only took five hundred men to kill them all! ”

"Shut your foul mouth! Stone Hammer! Hurry up and pull those two idiots away! Out of the shadows came a tall orc with a wolf's hat on his head, carrying a large axe, and kicking a grumbling green-skinned orc.

Instead of getting angry, the rare, easily provoked green-skinned orc who drank the blood of the demons slapped the dead grass on his butt like a quail, and then roared and joined the warband, knocking both orcs to their knees in a short time.

"Is it better? My brother! The tall orc came to Goron, and he knelt down and clubbed his axe to the ground, examining Goron's wound that had been opened again, a sad look on his face.

A bow and arrow flew out of the dark jungle and struck the tall orc who was half-kneeling on the ground with a sharp and fierce attack.

An arm, the arrow that was originally aimed at the head was nailed to the arm, and the trembling tail feathers and the submerged arrow were enough to show what the consequences would be if the arrow hit the head.

As if receiving a signal to attack, arrows continued to shoot out in the darkness, and the two unlucky orcs were shot to the vital point, and immediately pounced on the ground and lost their breath.

Ignoring the arrows on his shoulders, the tall orc picked up Goron in one hand and an axe in the other, and quickly found a cover. The enemy seemed to surround them, and there wasn't much cover to dodge into.

The fire was kicked away the moment it was attacked, and the buckets that had been prepared long ago were poured over it, and soon the forest was plunged into total darkness. These tough and experienced fighters knew exactly what to do if they were attacked while camping.

"Big brother, put me down and leave!" Goron said very calmly, his weapon, a short sword was already in his hand, he knew very well what would happen after the bow and arrow attack, orcs were never afraid of hand-to-hand combat!

But the tall orc didn't reply, he was waiting for this, and the orcs who had disappeared into the darkness were also waiting, waiting for the moment when the enemy entered, they knew very well what would happen next after fighting the enemy more than a dozen times!

There was silence in the forest, and the oppressive atmosphere was insane, but both sides were elite warriors, and no one would expose themselves until the final attack was launched!

The tall orc was the first to feel a gust of evil wind with a fishy stench coming from the side, and without hesitation, he threw Goron to the ground, feeling some creature pounce above him, and then swung the giant axe according to his memory!

"Whew!" A wail came, and the tall orc understood that he had succeeded, but he had not killed the other party! But that's enough!

In this short moment, the forest was filled with all kinds of sounds, the roar of wolves and beasts, or the screams of orcs who were thrown to the ground and were about to die. The clash of weapons against flesh, the sound of claws and fangs tearing flesh apart made the woods noisy.

Quietly hunched over, the tall orc took Goron in his arms and touched in the opposite direction of the battlefield, even fools whose brains were burned by demonic blood knew that this situation meant that they were surrounded by enemies.

The best way is to break through quickly, which is why when encountering an attack, the first thing to do is to extinguish the fire, not only to avoid the attack of the bow and arrow, compared to the enemy's not dense bow and arrow, the line of sight is more important to the battle, the only purpose of this is to escape!

The noise in the darkness will distract these irritable wolf beasts, and the bloodthirsty green orcs will always choose to fight hard, which gives the orcs a chance to remain calm, so far, the tall orc is doing well, and he will soon be out of the battlefield and flee into the dark forest!

"Aha! See what I caught? A mocking voice came, and the tall orcs who had served on the continent of Lordaeron understood the enemy's words.

He raised his head and saw that at least ten or more wolf beasts had surrounded him, these wolf beasts were different from the ones he had seen before, they were even bigger and more terrifying, they were illuminated by the moonlight, and they actually reflected the color of the moonlight!

A tall but slumped figure sitting on a wolf stood behind the wolf beast, and in the dark moonlight, the orc slowly highlighted two words: "Troll!" ”