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The holy city, which symbolizes the resurgence of the tribes in the world of Azeroth, is where a fierce battle is underway.

The once solemn Tribal Holy City was filled with figures, and the majestic Alliance warriors launched a powerful charge against the Horde's defense line under the cover of ice and rain, and an unstoppable torrent of steel flooded countless bodies.

The flames of war stretched from the crowded entrance of the city gate to the Valley of Wisdom.

Fighting, there is only endless fighting here.

One by one, the unyielding figures lay down, but then more stubborn bodies joined the battle group.

It's all about honor!

Wisdom Valley, the heart of Orgrimmar, is now guarded by a group of neatly positioned Tribal players at the entrance to the Chieftain's Hall, this is the last line of defense that the tribe can build, and the Alliance can only face the Great Chief if they step over their corpses.

"The alliance has already invaded the Valley of Wisdom, and the periphery of the hall cannot be resurrected at all!" The speaker was a young warrior named Qingfeng who carried the Killer of Chira, and although this message quickly fell silent in the midst of a large number of guards swiping the screen, his next sentence made all the Tribal players present feel sorry for themselves.

"It won't be long before the entrance will be sealed by the Alliance, there are too many of them......"

The players present are all silent, and the long-term PVE weakness has taken away a large number of old players, and the direct consequence is that the proportion of the number of people in the camp is gradually out of balance, and the more TBC is not opened, the fewer players who stick to the tribe.

After all, everyone wants to see the "hardest super dungeon in history", but unfortunately, there are not many tribal guilds that can accomplish this feat.

This is a congenital deficiency that cannot be remedied.

"Foehn Boss, the battle is fierce outside, but we are hiding here, what kind of tactic is this! What's wrong with the lack of people, who have the men of our tribe been afraid of? ”

A well-equipped Niu Zhanming is obviously a violent temper, as soon as he finished speaking, he had already picked up the dragon claw giant axe in his hand and charged fiercely, and the treatment in the regiment only had time to put a recovery on him, and Niu Zhan's figure had already fallen as soon as he stepped out of the gate.

No one spoke, and all eyes were on the figure standing at the front of the line, a lavishly equipped undead priest, who could not help but exclaim even in this infinitely extended version.

This kind of healing is the most secure teammate in the game, a charger that allows MT to be infinitely powerful, and a solid barrier to protect the team's life.

His name is Foehn.

Foehn glanced around the group members who were waiting for him to order a counterattack, and said slowly, "Our men are not yet assembled. ”

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused all kinds of dissatisfaction.

"What are you kidding, we've waited, can the alliance wait!"

"You Starmark don't have a good brain? Do few people just stand and wait for death? ”

“……”

The players scolded for a long time, and Foehn said unhurriedly: "It's an impossible battle to win, and without the team under command, you won't even have the qualifications for a battle." ”

The scattered players present didn't know what to say, but everyone in the Lingyun Guild was silent, and after two years of getting along day and night, of course they knew who Foehn was talking about.

"President ......"

"Will he really come?"

Foehn was silent, he quietly clicked on the friend directory, looked at the gloomy name, and finally said with certainty: "He will come, he will!" ”

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At the end of summer, a little autumn drizzle fell on the ground, forming a white curtain under the snow-white light, and the cold breeze with a little wet cold knocked on the cheeks of passers-by, so that the usual leisurely people accelerated their pace, and the unexpected drizzle made this northern city seem a little rushed.

A man in a white shirt and black trousers walked out unhurriedly in the vast crowd of off-duty workers, and stood out in the hurried crowd.

This is a very handsome man, he is not very tall, with a straight nose and a rather fair face, and lips that are not thick or thin but slightly ruddy.

His name is Wen Liang, as his name suggests, both warm and cool, which is a name that is very suitable for the end of summer.

Wen Liang likes this season very much, but he doesn't like rain, so the moment he walked out of the company gate, he had already chosen the way to go home tonight - the subway.

Truth be told, the subway is the most annoying mode of transportation in the cool and cold, crowded and noisy, there is another world where the sun does not shine, and the people who take the subway are usually just as tired and impatient.

The lights of the subway station have been on for decades, lazy and commonplace, while the people under the lights are the opposite, each in a hurry, shuttling between the entrance and the platform.

Wen Liang is a slow person, so he hates the subway, but as the most cost-effective mode of transportation in the city, Wen Liang, who lives quite poorly, has to choose the subway, which is the helplessness of life.

"Damn, don't wait for me, go home so early to make a man?"

Wen Liang leaned on the billboard and waited lazily for the subway, but someone suddenly patted him behind him, and Wen Liang didn't have to think about it to know who that person was, and only the King Kong-like shape of the army would make the shoulder patted just for the purpose of greeting have the power of opening the monument.

Wen Liang rubbed his shoulders and turned back to respond: "I'm going to play a game today, and you don't play Warcraft, what are you doing with me?" ”

The army grinned disdainfully, and muttered, "Warcraft again?" Playing a game is not tiring, every day is the same as going to work. ”

"There are some things that you will never understand without really trying." Wen Liang said, shook his head and whispered: "Tonight, it may be the last time I will go to Warcraft." ”

"Really don't play anymore? Are you willing? ”

Dajun's eyes widened when he heard this, he was Wen Liang's college classmate, and he had worked hard together in Daocheng since graduation, Wen Liang's love for Warcraft was very clear to him.

Wen Liang pursed his lips, and then nodded slowly: "Don't play!" ”

"Hehe, since you're not playing, do you care about this last time?" The army smiled and put his arm around Wen Liang's shoulder, "Let's go, buddy, please go drink!" Sophie's birthday is coming soon, but you are giving my brother and me, what kind of gift should I give her this year? ”

Speaking of this woman, Wen Liang couldn't help but feel a little irritable, four years of college, the army chased Sophie for four years, until now the army graduates. In the past four years, in order to help the army chase her, a group of buddies in the department have drunk I don't know how many wrongful wines, how many wrongful fights, and how much wrongful money have been spent, but the elastic close-fitting just doesn't express their position.

Neither accept nor reject, that's how the army hangs alive.

Wen Liang gritted his teeth, glanced at Dajun and said, "Still?" A large chunk of my brain cells have died in the past four years? I really can't figure it out, what's so good about that stretch fit? ”

"You don't understand, no matter how many beauties there are in the world, there is only one goddess in my mind." At the mention of Sophie, the army suddenly looked like a pilgrimage.

Wen Liang was given goosebumps by evil, and was just about to return the salute when a clear mobile phone ringtone rang in his pocket.

"Your girlfriend told you to make a man?" The army had an obscene look on his face.

Wen Liang glanced at him angrily, took out his phone and picked it up.

"Cool, go online, the alliance is attacking the city, everyone is waiting for you in the hall of Chief Orgrimmar." A faint voice sounded.

Wen Liang was quiet, and finally only replied to him with one word - wait!

Hung up the phone, stretched out his hand and pulled the army and said, "Let's go, go to the Internet café!" ”

"In such a hurry? Can I go home and go back to school? ”

"Right now!"