Groping in the dark has always been a painful thing for orcs.

Unlike the pointy-eared elves (whether Night Elves or Blood Elves), Orcs and Humans, like most other races, do not have any night vision.

And on such a rainy night when the clouds overwhelmed the moonlight and the rain poured down, patrolling the coast was like enduring the torment of hell for the vast majority of orc soldiers.

But Nazgrell doesn't think so.

After all, compared to the hardships he had experienced, it was nothing more than a cold wind and a torrential rain......

What's more, the task given to him by the Great Chief is even more important and arduous - to patrol the coastline of Durotar and be vigilant against the surprise attack of the human navy.

Nazgrell comes from the Dark Scars Clan, one of Draenor's oldest orc clans, and was also involved in two orc wars.

After Thrall returned to the helm of the Frostwolf, Nazgrell followed him in liberating many of the concentration camps where the orcs were imprisoned. He is undoubtedly one of the powerful warriors of the tribe.

Nazgrell served as Thrall's security advisor until and after Thrall's new chieftain led the orcs to Kalimdor, assisting the venerable King Sarufar in controlling the newly formed Kukaron Guard.

When Durotar was founded, the orc warrior was actively maintaining the security of the building tribal capital, and even took out the harpies and boar bandits around Orgrimmar with the help of Lexa.

It can be said that this orc warrior is definitely one of Thrall's most trusted descendants.

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A wide, majestic endless sea. Always inadvertently show the majesty that belongs to nature - the raging wind and rain, the raging waves, when really facing the great power of nature, no matter what kind of strong person will breed an unrivaled awe in the bottom of his heart.

However, at this moment, Nazgrell didn't have the heart to sigh at the magnificent scenery in front of him, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to the seemingly complaining conversations of the unruly and arrogant soldiers under his hands.

A huge sense of crisis loomed over the security advisor's mind. This kind of spiritual awareness, which is similar to the warning of danger, has saved Nazgrell's life more than once in the past battlefield.

Whenever this feeling came over him, Nazgrell knew that something dangerous or dangerous was about to happen. Nazgrell even joked with his subordinates in private that this was "an early warning from the spirit of the ancestors".

And now that feeling is coming again!

"Be vigilant, brothers!" Nazgrell stopped, stared thoughtfully at the deep gray sea, and reminded his comrades behind him loudly in the noise of wind and rain: "I have a bad premonition. The 'Warning of the Ancestral Spirits' is here again! ”

"Oh, Orgrim's hammer! It's bad enough to patrol the coast on a cold day like this, my arms are numb, can't you say something good, Nazgrell? ”

That is, every time it is a good spirit that does not act badly. Nazgrell, my brother, you are a crow's mouth! ”

"Huh. You're all wrong, Nazgrell is preparing to change to the shamanic path! Don't you see how much the Ancestral Spirit favored him? ”

"Hey, yes! Maybe Nazgrell's talent in the way of shamanism won't be weaker than that of the Great Chief! Wow, brothers, maybe we can witness the birth of another heroic shaman? ”

"Hahaha......"

Nazgrell's warning and reminder made the Kukaron soldiers behind him burst into a burst of fun and laughter, after all, it is not a happy thing to go on a mission in such bad weather, and the orc warriors will still try their best to have some fun for themselves.

But jokes are jokes. Teasing and teasing, the hundred and ten Kukaron elites with a smile on their faces were not idle. After some laughter, they all raised their vigilance, restrained their somewhat scattered and tired spirits, adjusted their spirits to their peak state, and carefully guarded against possible dangers.

Every warrior included in the Kukaron Guard. They are all the most elite warriors of the orc clan. Each of them can be called veterans of a hundred battles who have fought the old nose battle.

Almost every veteran has personally experienced such a mysterious thing as crisis warning, and even relied on this feeling to save his life. Therefore, for this seemingly absurd, it is actually a combat instinct honed in countless battles large and small. These sub-Kukaron guards are convinced one by one!

What's more, these more than 100 Kukaron elites are brothers who have known Nazgrell for a long time. I know a lot about the security adviser's repeated but accurate warnings of crises. How can this kind of reminder be simply dismissed as a joke?

After a short time, no laughter or whining could be heard in the hundred-strong Kukaron Guard, and under the leadership of Nazgrell, they quietly and cautiously walked along the coastline called the "Exile Coast" not far from Razor Ridge.

The atmosphere was like a pack of wolves lurking in the night. Always ready to go on a hunt.

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"Wait, brothers, stop!"

Suddenly, one of the most deaf warriors in the group suddenly raised his arms and made a tactical gesture to stop advancing, and hurried to the front of the group with a solemn face to listen.

Seeing such a scene, the Kukaron warriors, who had been cooperating with each other for a long time, quickly tensed their bodies and stopped their activities, so as not to make a sound that interfered with the listening of their comrades. More than a hundred Kukaron elites were like a group of silent ghosts at this moment......

The storm was still raging, and the sound of howling winds, rolling waves crashing against the reef, and the tinkling of the rain against the earth were the only sounds in the moment. In such an environment, it is undoubtedly difficult to detect those critical and useful sounds.

But the scout who spoke still frowned, and did his best to track down the suspicious voices that had flashed with the sea breeze before...... Until half an hour later......

"How. What do you hear? Beside the scout, Nazgrell, who had a stern face, finally couldn't help but ask. And the orc warrior who had been listening intently raised his eyebrows, turned around and said jokingly to Nazgrell and his comrades:

"Hey, guys, I'll have to admit it, Nazgrell really is a crow's mouth!" The orc warrior quickly took the other short-handled battle axe from his waist, and clenched the two weapons in his hand, and the sharp-eyed Kukaron warrior reluctantly announced the result: "Brothers, good news, we have won the lottery!" ”

"It's the navy of those human cubs! At least tens of thousands of people ......"

"These fish are singing in such a storm...... Hey. I think we should teach them a memorable lesson! ”

Hearing the answer of their comrades-in-arms, the Kukaron guards geared up one by one, and it seemed that they couldn't wait to fight the group of human cubs in this storm...... As for the outnumbered enemy, I'm sorry, can you expect a group of macho men who regard death in battle as the highest honor to think about this?

Fortunately, not all orc warriors are so "reckless and belligerent".

Looking at the reactions of his subordinates, Nazgrell's furrowed brows never opened. Glancing lightly at the more than 100 comrades who were eager to try, the security advisor still made the wisest decision:

"Nope. Brothers! We're retreating back to Razor Ridge for the time being! ”

A wave of his hand interrupted the slightly dissatisfied complaints and sighs of the orc warriors, and Nazgrell said unquestioningly, "Don't forget our mission, passing the news of the human attack back is the most important goal now!" ”

The adjutant of Thrall, who wore a wolf's head mask, paused softly, and after a smile on the corner of his mouth, he promised loudly:

"As for the fight, trust me...... Absolutely! ”

"Only. This is not the battlefield! ”

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A long time later, when Nazgrell led more than a hundred Kukaron guards to Razor Ridge to report the news of the human invasion, a large fleet had approached the long "Exiled Coast".

In the sea breeze resounded the loud songs of those children on the sea:

"When you pass through a storm a please, hold your head high! Do not be afraid of the darkness, at the end of that storm. It's a golden sky, and the sweet singing of the lark...... Through the wind, through the rain. Your dreams may be shattered, but move forward with the hope in your heart! ”

"You'll never walk alone—"

"You'll never walk alone—"

"You'll never walk alone—"

(The origin of the song, I don't say that there are a bunch of brothers who will know...... The storm by the sea is like that, it comes quickly. Go fast, too.

When the cold night passed and the sun ruled the sky again, the howling and raging wind and rain of last night had long since ceased imperceptibly.

The morning sun shines on the earth through the mottled trees and treacherous branches, adding a rare glimmer of light to the otherwise dim dust and mud swamp.

The torrential rain swept away the stench of the swamp's large and small mud pools, and after a storm, it seemed that even the otherwise dull, dead dust swamp had a little more life.

The biological clock is a wonderful thing, when the sun "settled" to spread the first rays of the new day, leaning on the rock wall, the old Tang who closed his eyes at the entrance of the cave suddenly opened his eyes. Almost greedily, he took a breath of fresh air after the rain.

patted his butt and jumped up from the ground, Old Tang stretched his waist exaggeratedly, moved his muscles and strode out of the cave, and began a day's morning exercise.

Punching twice a day and carrying a hammer several times a day, such a morning exercise aimed at maintaining one's own state has become an indispensable program in Lao Tang's increasingly regular life. Since crossing into this dangerous world, this good habit of self-discipline and beneficial has been maintained for several years. Even nowadays, the occasional behavior of lying in bed or getting up late will make Old Tang feel uncomfortable.

To be honest, such low-intensity training has almost no effect on the improvement of Lao Tang's strength now, but Lao Tang still has no intention of giving up the habit of morning exercise.

At least this can remind Don every day of how dangerous the world he lives in is. So as not to make the strength of the present by leaps and bounds. The old Tang Dynasty, who could already deter one side, became arrogant and invincible, and finally capsized in the gutter and died.

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The dust and mud swamp in the day is very different from the ghostly shadow in the middle of the night, like a ghost, and it is filled with a majestic breath of life.

A rainstorm that many people regarded as trouble, but it made the old Tang who was intoxicated by the faint morning light at the moment refreshed and refreshed.

The chirping of birds, the flickering of toads and pit vipers in the bushes, and the struggling of insects and migrating insects in the pouring rain...... For the first time, Old Tang felt from the bottom of his heart that the land of the Dust Swamp, which had not been treated by him before, would be so vibrant and comfortable.

Of course. It's even more wonderful without those big crawlers.

Kicked the two big crocodiles beside him that had already broken their necks alive and threw them at their feet, Old Tang thought.

In the case that there are only two people, Don and Gianna, the task of vigil naturally falls on the man Don. Although everyone's camp is different, Lao Tang is not a guy who likes to take care of everything, but Lao Tang still has such a gentlemanly demeanor.

After all, Gianna, who has now lost her strength, is such a powerless woman who has no power to stay up all night to guard against those dangers that may arise at any time...... Old Tang is not so immoral and unkind.

Anyway, the body cost of a sleepless vigil. For Old Tang, a minotaur man, it is very small.

When have you ever seen a Minotaur with strong endurance and felt overwhelmed?

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Just after doing a few warm-up movements, and before he even took out his two war hammers, Old Tang's morning exercise plan for today had to die halfway.

For no other reason, the ground situation at this time is really bad.

The soil of the dust swamp is soft, has strong water storage, and there are many quagmires. It's no secret to the natives of Kalimdor that they're not good at what they do. During the rainy season or when the marine weather of the Endless Sea is active, it almost always turns into a land of water.

Those bottomless swamps and quagmires have swallowed up many lives for thousands of years.

Otherwise, with the living habits of the local natives, such as centaurs and wild boar people, which are almost like locusts transiting, they would never give up this land that is still fertile and full of meat. It's better to struggle in a barren area with dry heat and water shortages.

In the entire swamp area, except for those ogre fat men whose vitality is comparable to that of Xiaoqiang, and the goblin merchants who regard wealth as their lives, they are here to loot for wealth, and Old Tang really doesn't know what other intelligent races can endure the harsh natural environment here for a long time.

Now, after a rainstorm, the soft soil has become more muddy and sticky, which makes the road even more unbearable.

Old Tang who practiced in the morning only walked a few steps, and the large clumps of mud were already tightly stained on Old Tang's huge cow hooves. A foot of mud is deep. Even whenever Old Tang got off his feet, he didn't have the instep of his feet, and it took a lot of strength to pull out his feet and shake off those mud.

The trek in such a land is a difficult torture even for a race like the Minotaurs, who are good at hurrying and running. At the very least, Don had a headache with the muddy roads that were enough to make travelers miserable.

Because, in such road conditions, even if the horsepower of the mechanical road fighter is strong, don't want to gallop on the road. Other words. In order to make their way through the Dust Swamp and return to the Terror Totem Outpost, Don and Gianna will have to rely on their own feet to move forward, which will undoubtedly greatly delay the return of the stealth team......

This is not good news, after all, every day of delay increases the likelihood and danger of war between the Kurtilas navy and the Horde. The greater the casualties, the deeper the hatred...... It will be a vicious circle with no end in sight.

Old Tang began to worry that even if he forced Daillin Proudmore to submit with the help of Gianna, those ordinary soldiers would disobey each other because of their anger, and they could ignore or directly ignore the orders of the higher-ups!

Of course, if Lao Tang interprets it from the other side, the bad road conditions caused by the heavy rain may also be good news.

Last night, relying on the strong horsepower of the mechanical road rage, the old Tang and Gianna who rushed out of Seramo Island bravely, ran wildly in the cold and rancid quagmire of the dust swamp against the storm, and ran wildly for dozens of miles before stopping.

The Seventh Army sent a large battalion of light cavalry to pursue the troops. At that time, the mechanical road rage that had already been left behind by the old Tang was far behind in the swampy night, and disappeared.

And in such a cold and rainy night, even the Storm Knight Kudran, who was still in the Outlands, could not rise into the air in the storm for a long time to pursue, let alone the griffon knights in the island of Salamo, who were far inferior in strength......

All the pursuit actions could only be stopped in the end, and the old Tang who was running all the way was completely free from the attack of the pursuers. By daybreak today, the wind and rain had stopped, and the poor road conditions had also limited the number of pursuers sent by Theramore. Old Tang who is on the road again, the two of them are not the human guards of Theramore who can surround and pursue.

And this timely storm undoubtedly helped Don a lot in this respect.

As for. After the rainstorm, will the defenders of Theramore be annoyed and send troops to the terror totem sentry to ask for an explanation...

To be honest, Old Tang didn't have the slightest worry at all.

People are old and spirits, and trees are old spirits.

Duke Leorik was not a fool, he knew what he could and couldn't do. In the high-level circle of mankind, in that kind of deceitful environment, the old marshal who can still stand is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp!

It is very different from the bloodshed and gunfire of the tribal side - conspirators and politicians are always the preserve of humanity. The cruelty of this entangled and smokeless battlefield is no less than any bloodshed.

It's true that he is an old heroic paladin, but that doesn't mean that Duke Leorik is an old stubborn and old-fashioned man!

This time, when the admiral led the navy of Kul Tiras to attack the orcs, the old marshal was able to forcibly suppress the group of arrogant generals of the Seventh Legion under his command and stay out of the matter. It is the best embodiment of the deep vision, flexible wrist and strategic attitude of this human duke.

It can be seen that Duke Leorik also does not support the use of force against the orcs and the tribe at this time. Perhaps, when he learned that Gianna, a dove lord who advocated peace, had been rescued, where was this old fellow watching indifferently and snickering incessantly......

But. None of these issues should concern Old Tang now. What I really need to solve is how to take Gianna, the "drag oil bottle", to feel Orgrimmar as soon as possible......

Picking up the two crocodile carcasses at his feet, Old Tang, who was thinking about the solution, frowned slightly and strode back in the mud to the cave where he lived last night.

Don, who didn't know that the Kurtilas Navy had landed in Durontal last night and was about to attack Razor Ridge, was a little anxious but not too worried. I have to say that sometimes ignorance is a blessing...... The bonfire in the cave had long since been extinguished because there was no old Tang to add firewood to it, and only a few sparks were left flickering and flickering on the charcoal-fired wood. Bright and uncertain.

Old Don took off the chewiest muscles of the tails of the two crocodiles, made them into ribs, and tied them tightly into a few moist leaves coated with honey and spices, and threw them into the campfire, which still exuded heat and warmth.

Secret crocodile steak, the recipe that Old Tang researched when he was fine, plus the half-pot of velociraptor mushroom broth left over from the homework, and the buckwheat bread produced by Thunder Cliff...... It's going to be breakfast for Don and Gianna today.

After doing this, Old Tang couldn't help but start thinking about how to cross this swamp as much as he could.

The bad road conditions made Old Tang have no good way, plus Gianna is a "drag oil bottle". Old Tang really couldn't think of any good ideas for a while, and he had quite a headache.

"What are you thinking, Goode?"

Just as Old Tang lowered his head and thought of an idea, a slightly lazy and confused voice sounded in Old Tang's ears.

Old Tang, who was pulled out of his thinking state by the sudden sound, looked up and saw that on the other side of the fire, Gianna had lifted the blanket covering her body and stretched her waist defenselessly. From the perspective of the old Tang, you can easily observe the slender curves and the "spring light" that is inadvertently exposed.

I didn't realize that I had already had a spring outbreak, and the female mage who was eating tofu with his eyes by a certain strong minotaur pulled her hair, looked at the minotaur overseer who did not respond immediately, and asked again in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing!" Someone who came back to his senses relied on his black face to hide his hot and red face due to embarrassment, shrugged his shoulders and replied calmly: "It's just that this rainstorm has completely turned the outside into a swamp, and my mechanical road fighter is designated to be unable to drive." ”

"I think we might be going to make our way to the Terror Totem Outpost, Ms. Gianna."

"I'm sorry, I can't help me now......" Hearing Old Tang's answer, the female mage's face was a little ashamed. After all, it is not a good experience for a dignified heroic master to become a burden now. "If you can unlock the Forbidden Bracelet, all you need is a teleportation magic ......."

"Don't blame yourself, ma'am. If you can agree to our plan, it will already be the greatest help to us! Raising his hand to stop Gianna's self-blame, Old Tang's rare Chong female mage showed a relieved smile. After muttering for a long time, Old Tang suddenly asked:

"Actually, I'm curious, is there any other way than to open the forbidden magic bracelet on your wrist with a key? For example, how many mages can draw a magic circle, or what energy and spells can be used to dissolve it? ”

This old Don, who is a magical idiot, is like a curious baby, who does not hide his ignorance in the arcane realm, and humbly and curiously asks for advice.

"In principle, as long as you can open the bracelet, it doesn't matter what means you use. But this forbidden magic bracelet is made with the best magic guide ability, mixed with the magic iron with the ability to store demons, and the reinforcement circle is drawn, whether it is with magic or other energy system skills, or with weapon cutting, it will not be opened lightly, so it must be ......"

Hearing Old Tang's almost ignorant expression in arcane and magical knowledge, Gianna also patiently popularized the most basic knowledge of Olympiad mathematics for the Minotaur in front of him......

But before the female mage could finish explaining, her words were interrupted again. Then he looked at the Minotaur Overseer on the other side as if he had suddenly grasped some key issue, and looked at himself with an expression mixed with eagerness, sluggishness, incomprehension, and even remorse, and only after a long time did he adjust his feelings and asked:

"In other words, if this thing is violently removed, it will not cause any danger to your body and strength?"

In fact, he did find a key problem in the female mage's words. A matter of common sense that he ignored as a magical idiot...... That is, this magic instrument does not seem to be as delicate and mysterious as he imagined.

Old Don seems to have overestimated the magical abilities that seem to be superb......

At this moment, Don's face was stunned and annoyed, like a gambler who missed the jackpot not long ago.

When she was startled by Old Tang's complicated expression, and thus a little overwhelmed, after nodding lightly under Old Tang's forced gaze to confirm Old Tang's statement, Old Tang, who was almost about to hammer her feet, slapped her head violently, and was speechless for a while.

"I'm so stupid, really ......" After a long silence, Old Tang gritted his teeth and stared at a bracer that made him pose himself oolong, and made a big ugly bracer, and muttered: "I didn't even ask this crucial question before......"

As he spoke, Old Tang had already grabbed Gianna's wrist with a dazed face, and held the two sections of the Forbidden Demon Bracelet with one hand and violently .......

In the midst of a metallic groan and a small magical explosion on the magic array, at this moment, Old Tang stared at the female mage with a look of surprise and disbelief with a "ghostly grudge" on his face, and said a word by word that made Gianna remember deeply:

"You should have sued my ...... sooner"

"For me..."

"Problems that can be solved by violent means are not problems......" (To be continued) Q