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After several days of bouncing around the ship, Gianna's fleet finally came ashore at Kalimdor.

Fu Hang was almost the most excited of the fleet, and he ran off the boat with his teeth and claws. While whining, I want to look for some game. In the past few days, the staple food has always been fish, which makes Fuhang's stomach allergic to fish.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Fu Hang jumped off the boat, and what he saw was not endless forests and grasslands, but a barren land. The colors of the landscape and the beaches of the coast are successfully combined.

Yellow, yellow. At first glance, it seems that there is no other color.

Even the huge boulders and steep valleys were earthy yellow, and Fuhang was completely desperate, and it was impossible to get wild food. It would be nice if I were a pangolin, there can be a lot of ants in this ghost place.

This place is the Dulongtar after that. Thrall will build Orgrimmar, the main city of the Horde. However, the current Durontar is almost like a barren land of barren smoke, and there is not even a shadow of a living creature in sight.

However, things don't seem to be as simple as Fuhang imagined. Sylvanas clearly felt an inexplicable threat, and this faint aura of danger was still sensed by Sylvanas's sensitive sense of smell. Sylvanas hurried a few paces, caught up with Fuhang, and pulled him back into the middle of the group.

In the whole wasteland, there was not a single sound, only the sound of the swishing wind sang a one-man show on the wasteland.

Gianna lifted her spirits, and she also felt an inexplicable threat: "Sister Xi, do you feel it too?" ”

Sylvanas nodded, lowered his voice, and whispered in Gianna's ear, "I'm afraid someone is ambushing us, so get the team ready and ready for battle." ”

Gianna gestured to Ram, and Uncle Ram raised the big flag in his hand and waved it up and down. This is the flag language, and Uncle Ram gives the order with a waving flag.

Although the level of these Dalaran mages is not high, the highest mage is only the fourth order, and the number is extremely small. Most of them are third-order and second-order mages.

Although their strength is not strong, they are very high in combat. In a short period of time, an army of nearly 800 mages lined up on the beach.

Fuhang didn't come to his senses for a while. A monstrous roar sounded: "Kill these human villains, rush, for the sake of the tribe!" ”

Nearly 300 orcs, holding battle axes, rushed over. Every orc was shouting, and the loud voices were mixed together, like earth-shattering thunder.

Gianna admired Sylvanas' grasp of danger, but she still praised Sister Xi's from time to time. Solving these orcs is the biggest problem.

"All ice mages, listen to me!" Gianna's expression was stern, and she snorted.

Nearly 200 hundred ice mages stood in the front row from the line, and the rest of the mages filled the vacancies in their positions, and the whole team was still orderly and neat.

"Icicle technique, stop the pace of this group of orcs attacking." Two hundred mages chanted incantations together, unleashing their magical energy.

A cold breath came from the mages, two seconds later.

Gianna ordered: "Release! ”

Nearly two hundred silvery-white cool ice picks swept across the yellow wasteland, mercilessly striking at the orcs in the front row. The crisp cracking sound of an ice pick was heard back to Gianna's cochlea. The orcs in the front row have been frozen by the cold ice picks, and the orcs that have not frozen have also slowed down considerably.

However, the orcs will not let this setback stop them. The orcs in the back row, with their bare muscular arms, forcibly pushed aside the orcs in the front row who were blocking the advance, and the orcs in the back continued to rush forward one after another.

After the first round of fighting, Fuhang also came to his senses. These orcs are much more ferocious than the undead. However, these were some first-order infantry, Fu Hang observed with the interface in his mind.

There is the eighth-order ** master Gianna and the ninth-order leader Sylvanas, although the queen has some situations now and has lost most of her strength, but there is no problem at all if she wants to protect herself.

Fuhang was also not idle, ahead of the ashes messenger from the back. It's also strange to say that Fu Hang can't put the Ash Messenger back since he took it out of the backpack interface in his mind, and Fu Hang has to carry this legendary sword all the time. Now Fuhang's appearance is obviously a bit nondescript, and the mage is holding a sword instead of a staff, which is funny and unique.

Mages who have just finished casting spells need a buffer for a while.

Gianna continued to order: "Arcane mage, prepare for the Arcane Impact. ”

For arcane mages, Fuhang couldn't understand it. In his past life, his profession in World of Warcraft was that of an arcane mage. As such, he has a unique insight into the burst damage that arcane mages destroy their nature.

300 chanted together for the Arcane Mage, and the Arcane Energy was released at the same time. It may not be fearful of one person's arcane energy, but these are three hundred arcane mages, and their destructive power has caused the sea level behind the troops to vibrate, fluctuating at high frequencies, like infrasound waves transmitted in the sea.

The rich energy of the Olympiad was projected under Gianna's command. Magic matrices emerge from the orc's body, and then burst. Forty orcs were injured or even killed by the impact of the Olympiad.

Still, the orc forces did not stop, and the bloodshed of their companions only provoked their anger. Blood and glory are a true portrayal of this orc tribe.

When Fuhang saw this scene, he also truly understood the fearlessness of the tribal men. The "blood and glory" they shouted was never an empty slogan, but a cry from the depths of their hearts.

Gianna was also a little moved, these outlaws orcs put a lot of pressure on her.

"Fire mages are ready. Prepare to cast the Fireball Technique. ”

300 fire mages took their place as arcane mages and chanted along with Gianna.

The scorching smell is getting stronger. Fuhang, who had just experienced the breath of frost, felt the kiss of the hot flames. This is clearly the two heavens of ice and fire, or the arcane mage is reliable, at least the body does not have to suffer. Fuhang said to himself.

"Put!"

“biubiubiu。” Hundreds of fireballs covered the sky of the orc troops. These fireballs contain the violent energy of the fire mage, projecting the orc army to the fullest.

The mages of the human race are worthy of being the most painful group of people in the orc tribe. They are not afraid of the slashing skills of the knights, nor the high-tech of the dwarves, but the cunning skills of the irritable mages.

After experiencing the two heavens of ice and fire and the arcane strikes, the number of these orcs gradually decreased.

However, although these orcs only had one-third of their combat strength left, they rushed over without hesitation: "Blood and glory!" Loktar－ogar！ (Orc.) Victory, death! ）”