The ogres were originally from Draenor, and after Medivan opened the Dark Portal, they and the orcs poured into Azeroth through the portal, and stayed there to thrive after the war.

Unlike the orcs, ogres are still in an uncivilized and primitive state, they are all living in small tribes, and they are simple-minded, and they are not able to effectively manage large groups. Although there are thousands of ogres in the barren land, they are actually scattered into dozens of villages, with little contact with each other, and there are occasional fights.

The scene that can be presented in front of them subverts the cognition of the envoys.

After passing through the wind and sand, there is a huge lowland in front of you, which is densely packed with simple stone houses in the style of ogres, and looking at the number, I am afraid that there are thousands, and countless ogres are active in it, each performing its duties in an orderly manner. Beyond the settlement, a few kilometres to the south is the exit to the scorching canyon, completely blocked.

Isara's brow furrowed as she looked at the ogre camp that stretched to the end of the sky, and the other three looked at each other in horror. It's no wonder that the road was so calm that not even a single ogre was seen, but they all gathered here.

But the question is, why do these ogres get together? Has their social formation suddenly evolved? With such a large cluster, how can they solve the problem of food and water supply?

"No one will believe everything I see." Dorian shook his head and exclaimed, "Could it be that the ogres here have become smarter?" ”

Woowoo......

Suddenly there was a loud sound of wind overhead, and the four of them looked up, and a huge shadow swept overhead, let out a piercing and sharp roar, and swooped down towards the center of the ogre camp.

"It's a black drake!" Lorna pointed at the shadows that flew away and screamed, there was no need to hide it at this time, the other party must have found them.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Isara turned her head, looked at the three of them with a solemn face, and said, "The road is blocked, let's try to pass through diplomacy first, I just hope that these ogres are really smart."

With that, Ishara urged Martha to step forward, stood on a high place facing the camp, raised the scepter high, and shouted in the wind: "The Scepter of the Arathi Basin is here, we ask to pass, please give way!"

The shouts echoed through the low-lying camp, and the busy ogres stopped what they were doing and looked at Isara, who was tall in the wind, and the stick she held high in her hand.

"Meat?" An ogre with greedy eyes.

The same voice rang out in the hearts of all the ogres, and after a few seconds of certainty, the camp suddenly erupted in a rough cheer, and the ogres rushed towards them with their sticks as if they had heard the starting call.

The term "ogre" is not an adjective!

"I'll have to get through, Lord Isara." Rhona shouted eagerly, it was clear that diplomatic efforts had failed and the ogres were still unable to communicate.

At this point, there was no way back, Ishara gritted her teeth, stuck the scepter behind her back, took off her bow and arrow, and waved her hand vigorously, "Follow me, don't run away, try not to hurt anyone."

Facing the onrushing ogre tide, the envoys began to move, tumbling down the slope, first at a slow trot, then faster and faster, and by the time they rushed down the ramp, their speed had increased to the limit. By this time, the ogre army had also rushed in, and with Isara's keen eyesight, she could see the erected pupils of those ogres.

"Hahahaha, fresh meat!" The lead ogre shouted, picked up the stick in his hand, calculated the amount in advance, and smashed it at Isara.

"Turn!" Ishara snapped, and Martha's massive body tilted sharply to the right, swirling sharply, kicking up a large cloud of sand and dust, and smashing her head at the onrushing ogre.

Looking down from above, I saw that the small cavalry of the envoy regiment ran in a large arc against the ogre cluster, and galloped to the right against the camp.

Before the dust settled, a large number of ogres rushed out, mixing garlic under their feet, and their fat bodies rolled to the ground, and they were instantly overwhelmed by the rear team, and the screams suddenly rang out.

"Stupid!" Dorian glanced back at the ogre who was stumbling after him, and coldly spat out a word. As the only male in the envoy corps, the deputy head of the Fallen Star Knights, the burden of His Royal Highness was taken over by him.

"Attention, we're going in!" Ishara reminded loudly. Martha roared in response, snapped around, and plunged headlong into the camp to the left.

Behind him, the horse's hooves sounded, and the cavalry followed Martha's footsteps and cut into it accurately, and the camp suddenly boiled a pot. Countless ogres left the house to join the attacking envoys, and they did not dare to approach the rampaging cavalry, so they used long-range attacks, grabbing everything at hand and smashing it.

In an instant, a mess flew all over the sky, stones, spoons, sticks, everything......

"Kid!" A female ogre screamed, and in her eagerness, she flew the little ogre in her arms out.

"Wow!"

The little ogre cried in mid-air, and all the pursuing ogres stopped and froze.

Ishara jumped up, put her toes on Martha's back, and spun around like a windmill, catching the little ogre and throwing it back, shouting, "Give it back!"

How did the little ogre come and how to go back, completely dizzy, swept over the head of the pursuing ogre, and flew a perfect parabola. The ogres all had their mouths wide open, and their heads followed the trajectory in a semicircle.

Poof!

The female ogre grabbed her child and threw herself to the ground, and the little ogre cried again with a "wow".

Hearing the loud cry, the thousands of ogres who were chasing were relieved at the same time, and then reacted, and continued to chase, and the envoys had no choice but to hurry up and continue to run. Fortunately, the one just now diverted the attention of the pursuers, and the distance was widened a lot, and they were already close to the center of the camp.

"Martha!" Ishara patted Martha on the back, and Martha roared, an earthy yellow protective halo flashed on her body, and in front of her was a large area of relatively tall and neat stone houses, apparently living on the upper level of the fiery ogre.

Sure enough, as soon as the envoy team approached, the door of a stone house was pushed open, and a two-headed ogre mage in a robe stepped out, looking at Ishara coldly, and a little spark ignited in his palm.

"Stay." The two-headed ogre roared, and the spark instantly swelled into a large fireball and smashed at Isara.

As soon as Isara's body was closed, she danced in a spiral with a longbow in both hands, swept it on the fireball, and in an instant, a ring of fire appeared around her, spreading out 5 meters before dissipating. The two-headed ogre's erect pupils shrank, and Martha had rushed to his side.

"Get out of here!" With a flick of Isara's longbow, the ogre smashed the door frame with a muffled grunt and flew back into the house.

"Damn meat!" There was a furious roar in the room, and sawdust flew wildly, and the ogre mage rushed out again, this time facing Dorian Solomon, who was also a mage.

"Let's play with it." Dorian's hands flicked, each time a little flame popped out, circling and flying around the two-headed ogre mage, forcing him into a hurry, and the envoys whizzed by.

Another door was pushed open in front of him, and a tall ogre entered, dressed in tattered half-body leather armor and dragging a large mace in his hand.

Isara, too, was furious at this time, drawing her bow and arrow, this time directly at the throat of the ogre warrior.

At that moment, an urgent shout came from overhead: "The chief has an order, and no one is allowed to hit that stick." (To be continued.) )