There were many orcs in ambush on the mountain, and countless Alliance troops gathered at the bottom of the mountain, but the steep mountain road in the middle was deserted, only a young man in a blue power suit, carrying a backpack and walking up step by step. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Daddy, hurry up and get him up, and then we'll go." In the back basket, Xiao Minghua poked his head out and muttered dissatisfiedly. Although he is small, the oppressive atmosphere here can also be felt, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Cheng Xiaotian didn't look back, stopped and looked up, and said, "Minghua, people live in the world, there are always some things to do, whether you like it or not." ”

"Oh." Minghua pouted in response, then retracted and continued to sleep.

Cheng Xiaotian shook his head and smiled bitterly, how could Xiao Minghua, who had not experienced these things, understand? He just wanted to say that.

"It would be nice if Minghua had younger brothers and sisters." Cheng Xiaotian thought that in that case, they could play together, go to school together, and do what children should do, without having to follow themselves all day long.

In fact, Cheng Xiaotian himself doesn't like to fight......

Halfway up the mountain, Cheng Xiaotian put down his thoughts and continued to climb up.

The second half of Maghan was relatively gentle, the orcs had already given up, and all of them were guarding the first half, and after Cheng Xiaotian climbed halfway up the mountain, he could already see the orcs lying in ambush on the side of the mountain road in front of him.

This mountain is actually not very tall, originally most of the orcs gathered at the bottom of the mountain, and the mountain was occupied by the high-level of various clans. But after the alliance army came from all directions, the orcs had to all go up the mountain, and Cheng Xiaotian could hardly imagine what it would be like for 100,000 people to gather on this mountain.

In front of it was a pass, and there were stones scattered on both sides of the mountain road, and behind each stone were ambushed people, and in this place alone, there were thousands of ambush soldiers. The Fireblade Clan is responsible for defending this place, they are few in number, and all the elite soldiers they can send are here, but this is also the most difficult place to attack.

Among the orcs, the Fireblade Clan is a legend, and whoever sees these orc warriors with small banners and long knives in their hands will be in awe in their hearts.

In terms of martial arts, they are a combination of warrior and thief, possessing exceptional agility and unrivalled combat effectiveness, all of which are fearless to death. When they fought, they were like madmen, they didn't even bother to wear leather armor, they went into battle shirtless, and the five-foot long knife passed through, whether you were a strong King Kong or a flood beast, they were all cut in two!

They never knew what they were afraid of, and they never took half a step back, and in the face of countless enemies, they took the initiative to ask for help and stood in the front line. In fact, there are 100,000 orcs in the back, and there is no longer a buffered line of defense......

In the midst of a pair of red eyes, a human walked up alone, his steps steady, and if it were not for wartime, it would have been mistaken for a pilgrim.

Orcs don't have much tolerance for aliens, but if it's a warrior who believes in Maghan, they're still willing to accept it, but this person is obviously not.

"Shoot him." The chief of the Fireblade Clan looked at the lonely figure and gave a cold order.

Beside him, a capable orc man immediately untied his bow and arrow, opened into a full moon, and the arrow pointed at Cheng Xiaotian's heart. Without the slightest hesitation, the bowstring was released, and the feather arrow "swished" over.

The one who opened the bow was the famous warrior of the Fireblade Clan, which was equivalent to a third-order peak according to Azeroth's standards, and the arrows he shot out, even those who became famous, needed to be guarded against. However, the somewhat thin human on the other side not only did not dodge, but also did not parry, as if he did not see it at all.

In fact, Cheng Xiaotian didn't even stop his steps, he still maintained an unhurried pace, walking up step by step.

The next scene stunned thousands of fire-bladed warriors, and the arrow pierced through Xiao Tian's body like lightning, but it didn't bring out a drop of blood, as if it was penetrating the air. And the "skinny" human didn't move in a hurry, and even stopped to shake the back basket for a while, and then continued to walk up.

"What's going on?!" The Fireblade Chief stared blankly at his right-hand man.

The warrior lowered his longbow, his face full of disbelief, his mouth wide open. When the chief's words came, he became angry, and grabbed three arrows at once, and buckled them to the bowstring at the same time.

Airplanes!

The bowstring returned to its position, and the three wolf's tooth arrows shot past in the shape of "Pin", and they arrived in an instant!

"It's coming." Cheng Xiaotian turned the basket on his back again, and continued to walk up after giving an order, and the three arrows pierced through the void and fell into the air.

No one could see Cheng Xiaotian's movements clearly, maybe he hadn't moved at all, but how could the arrow miss?

"Shoot him all!" The Fireblade Chief was furious, he didn't want to waste precious arrows, but reality didn't allow it, this would allow a human to penetrate their defense line single-handedly, don't fight this battle, all the Fireblade Clan jumped off the cliff.

Thousands of arrows shot at the same time, sealing Cheng Xiaotian up and down, left and right, and this time, Cheng Xiaotian finally made a move. Listening to a "dragon chant", the sword light like autumn water flashed out, wrapped in a figure like a swimming fish constantly changing directions, and the iron filings flew everywhere, like a heavy iron mist.

The rain of arrows passed in an instant, the sword light disappeared immediately, and under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Cheng Xiaotian stood in the distance again and took a step forward.

This time, the Fire Blade Chief couldn't help it, he jumped up the mountain road with a long knife, confronted Cheng Xiaotian, and asked loudly: "Who are you?!" ”

Cheng Xiaotian's eyes gradually focused, fell on the Fire Blade Chief, and said slowly: "I'm not your enemy, just a bystander, and I'll send you someone by the way." ”

After speaking, Cheng Xiaotian looked down at his waist and patted it on the Qiankun bag, and everyone felt a flower in front of them, and a huge figure fell beside Cheng Xiaotian.

"Chief Garrosh!" The Fireblade Chief was taken aback, this person who suddenly appeared was actually the chief of the Warsong Clan, one of the best warriors among the Draenor orcs, Garrush-Hellroar!

Immediately, he thought of something, and regardless of Cheng Xiaotian on his side, he excitedly rushed up to grab Garrushh and asked loudly, "Are you a clansman?" Where are the bravest Warsong Clan warriors?! ”

Garrosh didn't answer this question, he turned over, bowed down to Cheng Xiaotian's side, lowered his head and shouted, "Thank you, Great Lord!" ”

Cheng Xiaotian didn't speak, nor did he look at him, he continued to walk up step by step, and turned over the hand on the Qiankun bag, only to hear a loud "tom", and a huge battle axe was plunged straight into the rock.

"I discarded this axe, and now I will return it to you, I will always be there, if you are dead, I will collect your body, if you can live, I will take you back to the Zhan Song Clan." After speaking, Cheng Xiaotian crossed the defense line of the Fire Blade Clan and walked into the depths of the mountain.

Garrosh looked at the bloody roar of the lost tomahawk, his expression instantly became hideous, he rushed over, grabbed the handle of the axe, and sat on the mountain road.

The Fireblade Chief looked at Garrosh and seemed to understand something, the warriors of the Warsong Clan might not be able to come. But it doesn't matter anymore, everyone understands in their hearts that there is no difference between dying early and dying late.

As long as they die on the battlefield, they are all glory, and they are all "Maghans" among the orcs!

The Fireblade Chief walked over and sat down side by side with Garrosh, stabbed his long knife to the ground, and laughed, "It's an honor to fight alongside Grom, the Son of Hell's Roar, and die on the battlefield with the Warsong Clan!" (To be continued.) )