The green stone giant swept across the elven camp, and no matter how brave and good the warriors were, they could only face their bones and tendons. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The warriors of the tribe roared angrily and fought towards the camp, and they went to chop melons and vegetables, and they ran amok.

Andreebus trembled as he looked at the entire chaotic camp, at the two stone giants wreaking havoc in the camp, and at the menacing orc warriors, leaving two lines of tears in his eyes.

It's not that he's not brave enough, it's not that there's something wrong with his command ability, he really can't help it. The stone giant, which suddenly fell from the sky, completely disrupted his defensive plan.

Andlepros broke free from the guards holding him and brandished the scimitar in his hand, fending off the orcs as he gathered the scattered elven warriors.

Gradually, many elven warriors gathered around him, and they fought and retreated after him. Andlepros glanced back at the camp he had worked so hard to run, and it was in a dilapidated state. The two stone giants and the orc warriors who rushed in wreaked havoc on everything in the camp.

"We, retreat!" Andlebes gave the order to retreat with difficulty.

The surviving elven archers, flanking the oncoming orcs and protecting their warriors from retreating, Andreebus placed his guards at the back of the line, fending them off the attacking orcs.

Bound by magic, Orgrim sat alone on the ground of the black prison, with his back against the wall, listening to the cries of the orc warriors, and his heart ached.

These are all soldiers brought out by themselves through a lot of hard work, and they are the only troops that have not been polluted by Guldan's evil magic, but now they are bleeding and fighting for their lives for the sake of Guldan, a bastard.

Andy was woken up by a tingling pain, and the strong sunlight nearly blinded his eyes. He squinted and waited until he was fully accustomed to the light before opening them.

There was no place on his body that was not painful, he fell from a high altitude, although he fell into the sea, but the huge impact directly made him spurt blood from his mouth and nose, and fainted.

"Damn, I still know it hurts, but I'm not dead!" Andy muttered, trying to sit up, but the pain was more intense.

"Shhh Andy bared his teeth and gasped, "Which bone broke this ******?" ”

Andy lay quietly for more than an hour before he sat up in pain and looked around.

A beach with golden grains of sand shining in the sun. A few seabirds were tumbling over the sea, occasionally plunging into the sea, and when they came out again, there was already an extra fish in their beaks.

Andy stood up strongly, and the cliff when he fell was no longer visible, and he didn't know where he had fallen. Behind him, there was a small sand dune that blocked his view.

Andy climbed up the sand dunes and stared blankly ahead, at the end of the sandy beach, there was a dense wood. Andy, you are busy looking around again, are you still in the gray valley?

Andy touched his back, his bow was still there, but there were not a lot of arrows in the quiver, and he should have floated out along the sea when he fell into the sea.

Andy slowly walked into the dense forest, looking at the big tree that only a few people around him could hug, and there was a sense of confusion in his heart, this tree was exactly the same as the forest he had drilled when he escaped.

Andy walked for two days and found a dilapidated outpost, which looked like an elf, and looked at the smoking ruins, which had obviously just been destroyed. His heart hung up all of a sudden, is this really still a gray valley?

Andy sped up on his feet, and as he passed through a bush, he suddenly stopped. On this grass, a lot of blood was sprayed, and there was even a trace of minced meat hanging from the weeds.

"Andy be careful, there's danger behind you!" The hint of the Monster Elf sounded in his head.

Andy's heart froze, and his squatting body didn't dare to make any movement. Suddenly feeling the wind in the back of his head, he rolled forward, only to hear a "bang", as if something heavy had landed.

Andy stood up, a tall orc with a giant axe in his hand, looking at him fiercely. Andy didn't hesitate, and quickly stepped back, while drawing a sharp arrow from his back and placing it on his bow.

Sharp arrows burst out, bringing a cold light. The orc instinctively raised the giant axe in his hand, but the close distance could only stop his movements. The arrow pierced the orc's body, piercing deep into its heart.

The orc's body fell to the ground, and there was obvious unwillingness in his eyes. Andy walked over and pulled out his arrow, put it back in his quiver, crouched down and looked at the orc's corpse.

The blood that flowed from the corpse was dark red, and there was not a trace of evil energy spilling out. Andy frowned, this seems to be Orgrim's people, they finally can't help but start attacking!

Andy ignored the tone of his stats and continued to move forward. Eventually, he confirmed his location, as he saw the Maestra outpost, which had been reduced to ruins.

Now Mestra has been occupied by a group of dozens of orcs. Andy just sneaked a peek and dodged away. He didn't have the strength to single out dozens of orcs, and he would be torn apart in an instant when he found out.

Andy discerned the direction and followed the southern edge of the Grey Valley, hiding his figure, and groped in the direction of the elven camp.

Along the way, Andy shoots the lone orcs until the camp ahead is full of orcs, and he can't get around it anymore.

Along the way, he only saw the corpses of the elves, and it seemed that the elves had retreated in the direction of Darnassus.

Andy didn't dare to go any further, shoved the scimitar he picked up halfway into his waist, turned and quickly retreated south.

Ash Valley is a region of yellow-brown soil that is hot all year round out of the jungle to the south.

In this land, there are only a few drought-tolerant plants, and almost no grass grows. In the records of the elves, there is no race here, and it is not suitable for the growth of any plant crops.

It wasn't until Andy actually crossed the jungle and came to this legendary barren land that he realized that the real situation here was more serious than those recorded.

Andy walked on the already sandy land, and there was a hot smell in the air. When I took a breath, I felt like my lungs were on fire.

A gust of wind blew, and the sand on the ground was swept up by the wind, and all of them hit Andy's face with a faint pain.

Andy grinned, cursing the environment as he walked. He has no goal and is so alien to everything here.

The only thing he had to do was to keep south to stay out of the way of the orc warriors who were scurrying around.