After convincing the orc leaders led by Orgrim's Hammer and initially achieving his wishes, Old Tang looked relaxed, and at this moment, he was already walking towards the settlement place of the caravan and his party in the orc camp under the guidance of a powerful orc guard.

If Don wasn't mistaken, this orc guard who led the way was a member of the famous Blood Guard, the Praetorian Guard who destroyed the hammer of miè, similar to the most elite orc unit of the Kukaron Guard in later generations! Old Tang made a preliminary estimate that this orc blood guard had roughly seventh-order strength. And the Blood Guards, this elite army composed of orc warriors with an average strength of seven orders, with more than thousands of people, will be so brave and fierce on the battlefield, it goes without saying! And under the leadership of the hero-level powerhouse, this elite army is definitely attacking the city and destroying the decay, invincible!

In Lao Tang's vision, the descendant unit "Wrestling with the Dragon" formed by himself must also be sharpened into this kind of powerful and powerful force in the world in the future, and it is a terminal force that can make a final decision on the battlefield. At that time, any force, any opponent who wanted to watch on the Minotaur and destroy the peaceful life of the children and grandchildren of Mother Earth didn't need to say a word, Lao Tang only needed to pull out the legion and set up a position, so that the opponent's momentum would be weak and jealous! How mighty is that, domineering doesn't explain! In Old Tang's opinion, a hearty victory is certainly something to be proud of, but if it can achieve the name of the legion alone to deter Xiaoxiao, then it really has a deterrent power that no one can underestimate!

So no matter how calm or tough Old Tang is on weekdays, in the final analysis, Old Tang is still a sullen and good-looking guy in his bones! However, if you want your legion to reach the heights that Old Tang himself wants, there is no other way but one brutal bloody battle after another!

The strength that others look up to is sharpened, and the terrifying prestige is made! Why did the Seventh Legion of the Alliance make the tribal warriors who had always been proud and brave and who did not look down on the combat effectiveness of the Alliance treat them differently and fearfully? Not because of anything else, but because they participated in almost every major battle they could participate in and fought to the end, or because they were brave and active in almost every major historical event that was critical to the survival of Azeroth! "In the name of the Holy Light, with the power of the Alliance, we will always rush to the forefront, and we will always fight to the end!" More than just a slogan! It is their military soul, and it is the belief of all the officers and men of the Seventh Legion who have integrated into their blood and bones!

Old Tang, who was thinking about the future development direction of his descendant "wrestling with dragons" legion, found that the orc warriors he met along the way looked at him with hatred and anger at the beginning, but a faint respect. There were even a few orcs who would kindly tear open the big mouths that definitely didn't match the handsome, and smiled and nodded to Old Tang. Powerful people will be recognized and respected no matter where they go. Sure enough, according to the orc's fashion of respecting strength and advocating the strong, the "unfair" duel between Old Tang and Grom*Hell roared before now looks surprisingly good!

The caravan was not so much settled by the orcs as it was supervised. In a relatively spacious tent, the "adventurers" of more than a dozen different races in the escort had different expressions, including anxious, numb, resentful, confused, and annoyed. Don's teammates were scattered or standing or sitting or pacing back and forth, looking at each other in silence. Only the goblin profiteers were screaming for their lost time, crying and mourning as if they were dead relatives. Outside the tent, there were nearly 100 orc soldiers, who seemed to be scattered, but in fact they were vigilant and surrounded the caravan. And the orc general who had been easily captured by Old Tang before was guarding the door of the camp with an impatient face.

Old Tang's burly and sturdy figure was even among the minotaurs, not to mention that surrounded by a group of orcs, soon Old Tang appeared in front of this orc general who had no good face for himself. The orc blood guard, who led the way for Old Tang, stepped forward and conveyed the chieftain's order to the general.

"Humph!" After he accepted the order to destroy the hammer, the orc general, who was still indignant about what happened to him that he had been captured by mistake, glared at Old Tang viciously, snorted heavily from his nose, and then waved his hand to let the two orc guards behind him let him go. However, Lao Tang didn't pay attention to the dissatisfaction of this defeated general, whoever was captured by the opponent and took him hostage with one move would not give the other party a good face, so there was no need to care about these small things.

What Old Tang needs to worry about now is how to persuade or settle his teammates in the camp, after all, there are many people who have hatred with the orcs in it, and Old Tang is not very sure about stabilizing their feelings!

"Let's take one step at a time, if not, let them be 'captives' for a period of time, and they can't be slaughtered, right?" Old Tang didn't have any good ideas in his heart, shook his head, opened the curtain, and stepped into the camp

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Sure enough, as expected by Old Tang, as soon as he entered the camp, several anxious caravan members surrounded themselves and asked about the situation. For a moment, Old Tang had the illusion that he was surrounded by hundreds of ducks, and the buzzing noise made Old Tang's head as big as a fight.

"Say it one by one!" Old Tang couldn't bear it after all, and roared with one hand on his forehead, instantly making the originally noisy camp quiet. "Whew, it's finally clean..."For this reason, Old Tang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Holy, what the hell is going on? Why should we have a caravan to do with these orcs? The goblin profiteer Coolant Gold Coin pulled the sharp and hoarse male duck throat and stood in front of Old Don's lap and yelled at Old Don, "Time is money!" One more day of captivity by these orcs, and I'll suffer a loss! How can this be? How can this be! ”

The bald goblin did not insult his reputation as a profiteer, and even in this kind of situation where he was captured in the hands of the enemy camp, and his life was not guaranteed, and the day was in danger, the first thing he worried about was the problem of money and loss. This had to make the old Tang "admire" the "professionalism" of the goblins. Seeing the goblin profiteer's posture of asking for his own life, Old Tang lowered his head and said to his employer:

"Don't worry, profiteer. If you want to leave, these orcs will not restrict the freedom of the caravan! But they want to do business with you! Big Deal! ”

"Aha, business! What a wonderful word? What do they want to buy? The latest excavators? Water probing instruments? Or is it some other GNOME engineering product? I'm here for good quality and low price, and Tong Su is not deceived! As soon as he heard that there was an opportunity to make money, the goblin profiteer immediately changed from a crying face to a happy smile, and worked hard to promote his goods.

"This 'business' is not so simple, profiteers, they want to do our caravan a favor, or hire us. They... He wants us to infiltrate the asylum and help them rescue their people......" At the end of the meeting, Sal Xiang made this offer.

The orcs hope to get the caravan members to find a way to infiltrate the shelter built northeast of the Arathi Heights. It was the last prisoner of war camp near the Arathi Heights to fail to conquer. Perhaps it was the previous orc actions that had heightened the vigilance, and an Arachi legion from Riptide Castle was stationed in the shelter to prevent the orcs from rescuing them. The strength of this legion is not weak, and the total number has reached more than 30,000 people. Among them, there were more than 5,000 regular cavalry alone, and this is not counting the number of those knightly attendants. Judging from the results of the scouts' investigation, this unit with the name of Riptide Castle is still a veteran force that has participated in the Second Orc War, and its strength cannot be underestimated.

In the face of such a strong legion, the orcs who only have more than 50,000 soldiers with incomplete weapons and equipment in their hands naturally cannot only rely on blindly attacking, otherwise they will definitely lose a large number of men again, and at this moment, the sacrifice of any soldiers and clansmen is definitely a big blow and loss to a tribe that has just recovered to a certain scale. After all, a group of orc soldiers with scarce equipment, no matter how brave they are, have no armor to protect them, and lack weapons to kill the enemy, they have little chance of winning against the human legions stationed in the army with a pair of fleshy palms!

And in such a situation, a hard fight may kill and injure a lot, and the orc high-level will naturally have to find another way. It was at this time that Old Tang and his entourage provided an opportunity for the orcs. As long as we can make sure that we can fit inside and outside, as long as we can break through a gap in the tall walls of the shelter as quickly as possible, this liberation operation will be much easier, and the difficulty will drop sharply! Therefore, Sal's mention of yì made the eyes of several high-ranking orcs shine, and they all understood guò. However, whether this plan is implemented or not depends on the thoughts of the old Tang caravan and his party, after all, the old Tang and their expressions are very important in this operation! That's why Old Tang proposed a temptation to goblins for this business.

However, before the goblin could further inquire about the price code and the details to respond, a cold voice sounded faintly behind Old Tang. This obviously suppressed anger voice surrounded Old Tang with a sense of oppression and resentment.

"Goode, you need to give me an explanation!" The High Elf Spellbreaker said with a cold face, a pair of emerald green pupils staring at Old Tang's face, the slender double-edged sword and the blood-red wide tower shield had been held in his hand by him for some time, and the mysterious and dazzling magic light shone in the middle. "Why help those greenskins? Do you know what brutal and bloodthirsty creatures they are? Do you know what they did in Quel'Thalas? There is no difference between them and demons! You're doing this like a tiger! ”

"Goode give me a reasonable explanation! Otherwise......" The lawbreaker Moragusa* Chenguang slowly lifted the double-edged sword in his hand, his words were tough and his eyes were firm, and the meaning of the threat was self-evident!

"Humph! How else? Kill me? Let's not talk about whether you can escape from the orc camp safely, just facing me, do you have a chance of winning? "Old Tang is not a good-tempered person, he was already worried about how to persuade these teammates, and he was threatened with his life in front of him, and the bull's temper naturally came up. Old Tang snorted coldly, and his fierce momentum suddenly exploded, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, fierce and fierce, and the edge was exposed.

"Your little strength is not worth mentioning in my opinion! Spellbreaker? For spellcasters, you still have a chance to get sè! Do it with me, and you will surely lose! "Old Tang was originally a rebellious person, he has an amazing strength, plus a good martial arts trained by Kane * Bloodhoof, a hero-level master, Lao Tang, who has no pressure in the face of lawbreakers of the same level, can be crushed! For this eighth-order High Elf spell breaker, Old Tang, who fought completely by his physical strength and skills, really didn't look at it!

"Put away your embroidery needle, and put away your inexplicable arrogance! High Elves! Otherwise, I don't mind making you suffer! "The old Tang who was angry suddenly pressed the bloody momentum honed from the sea of corpses and bones on the body of the High Elf Spellbreaker, making the latter feel pressure.

After a long confrontation, the two of them finally regained their composure, and the tension in the tent eased. However, there was still a lot of embarrassment among the crowd. Arcadia Jus, who had been silent all along, and had been unusually unusual, perhaps in order to alleviate this embarrassing situation, or perhaps to ask the question in his chest, slowly asked at this time:

Perhaps there was something wrong with Moragusa's tone. But Goode, you really should explain your actions to the crowd. You know, I'm a High Elf too! There are not a few people in the caravan who have had a holiday with those green skins...... Everyone has been through so many battles together...... If we meet in the end...... I can't say anything......"

"Let's get to the bottom of it, Good!"

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I'm sorry~~~ This chapter is updated a little late~~~ The next chapter~~~ The battle of "Falling Hammer" is the beginning~~~ next pen~~