In a hidden valley on the Arathi Heights, tens of thousands of orc soldiers are burying pots and cooking and setting up camp.

The valley, which was once empty and silent, became noisy and noisy due to the visit of the orcs. It's lunchtime, and thousands of cauldrons of meat are boiling with the rich aroma of meat wafting through the valley. The orcs who had rekindled their hope for life and their belief in battle no longer looked like the dim-eyed, blank-eyed, shriveled look they had once been in a prisoner of war camp. They sat on the ground around the cauldron and the campfire, pouring the wine of human seizures into their throats one by one, laughing and scolding each other, and the atmosphere was warm.

A group of orcs, who looked noticeably more emaciated than the people around them, were gulping down rye bread and drinking a thick broth. They were the latest of the people to be rescued from the shelter by Thrall and the Hammer of Destruction. Although they are still a little weak physically, they are still a little weak in the flesh, but the fearless, strong and heroic temperament of the brave army that once swept through the eastern kingdom has returned to them. It won't be long before these orcs will become the invincible tribal legions again! Any enemy who prevents them from rescuing their compatriots and regaining their honor will be crushed mercilessly!

"Everything I'm fighting for now is right!" Dressed in steel chain mail, Thrall stood at the door of the tent in the camp, looking at the exhilarating scene in the camp with his arms crossed, muttering to himself in some distraction. He has always believed that it is his mission to save his people! The cause is just and noble! No race can enslave another intelligent race with any high-sounding excuse! No one! As if in response to his thoughts, the spirits of nature began to surround him with jubilation!

For a moment, Thrall felt that the elemental power he had just mastered filled his body, becoming even more majestic and powerful! Some fragments of mystical thoughts helped him to understand the shamanic teachings more deeply and nuancedly, and made his connection with the wild spirits and elemental spirits more closely and smooth.

"Sal, what are you thinking?" A loud and loud voice rang out from the tent behind Sal. This resolute and resolute breath and majestic voice interrupted Sal's realization, but Sal himself did not care. I saw the young shaman turn around and respond respectfully to the owner of the figure: "Nothing, my chief! I'm just feeling that we're one step closer to success! The liberation of our people and the awakening of their fighting spirit are no longer just an illusory dream! ”

The master of the voice is none other than the Great Chief of all the Orcs, the most powerful, the most prestigious and highest-ranking of the Orcs, and the wisest of the Heroes! - Ogrim * Hammer of Destruction!

"I want to thank you, young Sal! I wouldn't be where I am today without your help! You are one of the wisest and most powerful shamans I have ever met! You're as good as your father! The mighty tribal chief walked up to Thrall's side, placed his large, knuckle-knuckled hands on the young shaman's shoulders, and said in a sincere and proud tone, "You are already one of the heroes and leaders of the orcs!" Sal, Durotan will be proud of you! ”

"That's right, son of Durotan! You owe it to our brothers to be able to regain their freedom and new life! Another strong, wild voice came from the tent. A burly, strong orc warrior stood up with a hideous, sharp two-handed battle axe and approached the two men. "You'll be a good commander and leader, Sal! You did what we always wanted to do but didn't! You deserve the word hero! ”

"Hell Roar Patriarch, I'm not as good as you say, I deserve the title of hero, I ......" Hearing the praise of another powerful orc hero, Grom Hell Roar, Thrall didn't dare to hold it up, and hurriedly responded. But all he could say was interrupted by the mighty hammer of destruction.

"Haha, okay Sal, my adjutant, no more talk! Grom is right, your feats are enough to make you a hero to our orcs! Put away your humility learned from human cubs, we orcs prefer to go straight! What's yours is yours! No one can snatch it away! Modesty and hypocrisy are not our orc style, you have to get used to it slowly! Without further ado, let's get down to business! The Great Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim, said majestically.

"Now we have liberated five shelters, and we have more than 40,000 strong warriors, excluding women and children, the old and the weak! I think we should change our strategy, and with the current forces, we can go on the offensive! Those human cubs are nothing more than pleasure-hungry, bullying scum! We don't need to be careful! Lothar is dead, the paladin named Tulayan, who led a team on our hometown of Draenor in pursuit of Neozu and Tarun *Bloodfiend! Except for these two respectable opponents, the remaining human generals are nothing more than chickens and dogs in my opinion, not worth mentioning! ”

"Now in the entire Arathi Heights, there is only one shelter left in the northeast that has not yet been conquered, and only the people there have not yet regained their freedom! Let's hurry up and take it down before the alliance reacts! Then....we march into the Hillsbrad Hills! Dunhold Castle, the largest asylum, we must take it as much as we can! There are still hundreds of thousands of people waiting to be rescued! Time is pressing, let's ...... first"

Before the Hammer of Destruction could finish his thoughts, a wave suddenly erupted in the camp outside the tent, and the angry shouts and curses of countless orcs resounded through the valley, terrifying! The Hammer of Orgrim, the Grand Chief of the Horde, frowned, and did not hear the metal clash of blades, which made him dismiss the possibility of a human attack on the camp that was the first reaction in his mind. Raising his head to look at the orcs outside the tent, the Great Chief shouted at the two orcs in the tent, "Brox, Shiga, Wallock! You two go and see what's going on! We'll be there! ”

"Obey your will, Grand Chief!" A pair of orc brothers who looked similar to each other received the order in unison. Mali stood up and picked up his battle axe, and the two mighty figures strode towards the center of the camp riot. With the rapid movement of the two of them, two similar but different violent and brave momentum suddenly erupted! These two overwhelming bursting powers belong exclusively to the Hero Rank!

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The sturdy old Tang easily took down the leading general of the orc wolf cavalry who besieged the caravan with one move, and the shot was crisp and neat, without the slightest drag! Before everyone reacted, Lao Tang had already preliminarily controlled the situation according to his own ideas.

According to orc tradition, death was not terrible in the eyes of the orcs. On the contrary, the glorious battlefield is basically the lifelong goal of every brave orc warrior! But if you are like this orc general who was captured by Old Tang, he was killed by the enemy in seconds before he could swing his weapon, it would be a different matter. Lao Tang, who knew something about the customs of orcs, grasped this point and threatened the surrounding orc wolf cavalry who were ready to move because of anger with the honor of an orc instead of his life, and it seems that the effect is not bad so far.

"You won't be mad for long, Minotaur! This shallow force of yours is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the hammer of destruction! Ever since we smashed down the humiliating shelters, no one has been able to capture and threaten an orc! You'll pay for it! A price you can't afford! In order to prevent his "captive" from dying of lack of oxygen, Old Tang slightly relaxed his big steel-like hand that stuck the scar-faced orc. But as soon as the orc general took a breath, he roared angrily at Old Tang, which was deafening.

"As I said, I am a friend, not an enemy! I want to help you save your people! "Old Tang was very troubled by the brains of this orc general, and even if he opened his mouth to explain several times, the other party still yelled and was indifferent. As a last resort, Old Tang is too lazy to waste his tongue, and it is difficult to communicate clearly with such a tenacious guy, as long as he can see someone like Sal or the hammer of destruction, the problem will be solved.

After thinking this out, Old Tang was no longer verbose, no longer paying attention to the orc generals who were still struggling to get out of Old Tang's control, and shouted at the wolf cavalry who were eyeing him around:

"Take me to the Hammer of Destruction Chief! Trust me, I have no ill will! ”

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Surrounded by hundreds of wolf cavalry, the caravan followed Old Tang and slowly moved towards the orc's garrison area under the guidance of the orcs.

Along the way, not only did the orcs and wolf cavalry stare at each other, as if they were going to swallow Old Tang alive, but even some people in the caravan had a lot of complaints about Old Tang's decision this time. For example, the High Elf Spellbreaker who once fought with the Orcs in his hometown of Quel'Salas was very incomprehensible and unsupportive of Old Tang's behavior. In his opinion, his "captain", the Minotaur Good, was trying to reason with these bloodthirsty and murderous green-skinned beasts in vain. Expecting these greenskins who are full of ruining desires can calm down and communicate calmly is pure fantasy, and the world is ridiculous! The best way to deal with these orcs is to teach them a hard lesson with the sword and shield in their hands!

In addition to the two High Elves, the human chick Erica Patrick also feels that the captain's head is suddenly bad. How could there be such a terrible idea of helping orcs? Shouldn't they be trying their best to escape the orcs and then report the news to the Human Federation? How could they take the initiative to ask to go to the orc's base camp? However, although the female thief's mind was full of struggles, Old Tang's maintenance of her just now and his understanding of her along the way still made her believe that her captain would not push the caravan into the fire pit! Therefore, she, a human who should have sworn to the death against Don's decision to go deep into the center of the enemy, just didn't say a word at the moment, silently riding her highland velociraptor to follow behind Old Tang.

Most of the other people in the caravan were noncommittal to Old Tang's decision, and one by one they were curious or helpless, and reluctantly followed the large army.

After a while, the caravan arrived at the orc camp in the valley under the escort of hundreds of orc wolf cavalry. As soon as they stepped into the valley, Old Tang and the caravan were outsiders who instantly attracted the attention of the orcs. Especially a tall man like Lao Tang, who looks powerful and strong, and has a big body full of oppression, has attracted a lot of eyeballs and eyes among these orcs who advocate the supremacy of strength. But when you can see clearly the wolf bèi who was commanded by the orc who was stuck in the arm of the old thangka, these orcs who were still enjoying lunch instantly exploded their nests! One by one, they threw away the food and wine in their hands, picked up their weapons, and looked at Old Tang and his party furiously and angrily.

Ignoring the countless hostile gazes around him as if they were about to eat people, Old Tang held the scar-faced orc general in one arm in his left hand, and strode forward calmly between the orc camps in the valley. Old Tang, who had fought bloodily from the sea of corpses and bones and finally crawled out alive, and honed his tenacity in bloody battles over the years, had no pressure on these non-lethal "eye attacks". No matter how fierce and angry they are, as long as these orc warriors don't do anything, then there is no threat to their group!

Old Tang, who was born with a big heart, chose to ignore the naked fierce eyes staring at him, and continued to move towards the center of the camp without changing his face and heartbeat. Along the way, the situation was discovered, and more and more orcs gritted their teeth at Old Tang, roaring loudly, and growing like a snowball! Although the orcs were forced to try their best to exercise restraint and did not rush to the old Tang, with the growth of the number of people, the riot between the orc camps was still roughly formed!

Old Tang paid no attention to the tense situation and delicate atmosphere around the caravan, and turned a deaf ear. Instead, he carefully looked at the state of these orcs, roughly estimated the strength of their combat effectiveness, and nodded from time to time to make a careful comment, looking very leisurely. But after a while, Old Tang left the leisurely atmosphere just now. The veteran Tang's keen perception made him sense the dangerous aura the moment the two powerful momentum suddenly burst out!

The unparalleled momentum of the two hero-level powerhouses was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and they slammed towards Lao Tang, who was holding the scar-faced orc general with one arm. At that moment, Old Tang seemed to feel as if he was being targeted by two fierce and powerful ancient beasts, and his breathing was frozen for a moment......

"Let him go, boy! Lay down my people, minotaur monsters! "The two hero-level powerhouses assigned by the big chief of the tribe, a few rabbits fell and stopped in front of Old Tang. Looking at Old Tang's burly and sturdy body and hideous heavy armor, the older brother of the two brothers was the first to open his mouth to reprimand and drink the order! Accompanied by the shouts and the raised battle axe, the oppressive momentum that belonged to the hero-level powerhouse pressed the old Tang, and it seemed that he was trying to subdue the old Tang without moving his hands again.

Looking at these two hero-level orcs with huge two-handed axes, the somewhat confused old Tang didn't match them with the characters in his memory for a while. If it's not the "ruining miè warhammer" or the tomahawk "blood roar", then it won't be the hammer of Grom * Hell Roar and the tribal chief Orgrim * ruining miè! But at this time period, who will these two powerful warriors who seem to be top-notch and unstoppable?

"Tell me who you are and what you are for, stranger! Are you provoking us orcs by your actions now? Another hero-level orc warrior obviously suppressed his anger, and asked viciously, with the idea of making Old Tang feel different if he disagreed. And judging from the current strength comparison of the two sides, this idea is going to be realized....It seems easy!

In the face of the questioning of the two, Lao Tang no longer bothered to guess the identities of these two hero-level masters, and let go of the scar-faced orc general whose mobility was limited by himself, and Lao Tang opened his mouth in the slightly surprised eyes of the two hero-level masters:

"My name is Goode Titan Power Terror Totem! It's a Shuharu! ”

"There's some misunderstanding! We're not here to provoke! On the contrary, I heard that you were freeing your own people from the shelter, and I wanted to help you! ”

"Allow me, two, to meet the Great Chief, Orgrim's Hammer!"

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Stay up until 4 o'clock....I can't open my eyes~~~~ But it's good that the code is over~~~ This is the 31st~~ April Fool's Day I update at night~~~

Hehe, in the next chapter, Lao Tang will have a trick with an orc master~~~ Who do you think it will be?