"Blow up that damn bunker! the trolls lose that blockade, they'll retreat!"

An Imperial Adventurer dressed in the orange legendary equipment of Sulama leaned over and roared as the Lordaeron Restoration Army artillery unit at the rear of the position fired a salvo of dwarf cannons imported from the Stormwind Kingdom to wash the floor, and fired either high-explosive or incendiary bombs.

It wasn't long before a nimble thief adventurer burst out of Amani's troll's massive bunker stuck in the middle of the road, and then there was a loud bang, accompanied by the flames of the explosion, and most of the bunker collapsed.

"It's okay, it's okay, this bounty is complete, the next goal, hurry!"

The European Emperor adventurer turned on his horse, and a large group of adventurers behind him also followed and rode on his various mounts, rushing to the next mission location like a swarm of locusts.

This is the Alterant Valley, now a paradise for adventurers.

Okuyama, or Oku, is the abbreviation given to this area by adventurers.

And this European Emperor adventurer is also known as the head of Okuyama.

The overall number of Captain Aoshan is not large, and they are basically the original small group of powerful adventurers who dare to fight, have good luck, and have mixed up with the upper elves of the Kalimdor continent at the beginning.

This group of European emperors used their fame and connections to pull up their own Aoshan combat team, and after the Lordaeron Restoration Army launched a call, they began to pull people everywhere to join the gang.

Durin Sparkle, Oscar's younger brother, is also following the horde of adventurers with a confused face, running around in the snow-covered valley of Okuyama.

After leaving the Wastelands and continuing north, he encountered the Oshan bounty group pulling people on a large scale, so Doolin, who was determined to get ahead and surpass his brother Oscar, immediately joined the team and went to the Alterac Valley, an area where adventurers flocked, to begin his battlefield career.

But now, he was a little lost and scared.

He originally thought that the life of an adventurer was a novel and exciting, and at the same time a personal heroic adventure, and the legendary experiences that his brother Oscar had done, as long as he gave him some time, then he could definitely surpass him.

Now he found out that he was wrong, a hundred and eight thousand miles wrong.

The world of adventurers is extremely cruel and bloody, and there is a possibility of instant death at all times.

And all this is just for the gold coins.

As for the heroic color, it's just one in a thousand lucky people.

Licking blood on the tip of the knife and using your life to make quick money, this is the essence of adventurers.

The bloody battlefield of Aoshan made Durin's heart tremble, the volley of cannons that shook the sky, the deadly arrows and spears fired by the trolls, and the various voodoo traps, all of which were deadly dangers.

He saw with his own eyes an adventurer who had accidentally fallen into a voodoo trap, and countless poisonous snakes and insects instantly devoured his body from the waist down.

and those who were pierced by the troll's sharp arrows and spears, and then were successively pierced by the rain of arrows all over the body, the horrific and tragic death scene of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, made Durin almost vomit.

It's not a peaceful ironforge or the legendary adventure epics of heroes sold in grocery stores.

This is a battlefield, a battlefield of blood and cruelty, and human life is like a mustard.

Durin now admires his brother a little, and the ones Oscar has faced are even more cruel and dangerous than the current Oyama battlefield.

It turned out that the adventurers did not exaggerate, and their brother was indeed worthy of admiration.

"Durin, what are you doing in a daze, you dead dwarf! Hurry up and go up! Aren't you a warrior!"

An adventurer squad leader ran up to Durin and interrupted his stupor with a roar.

Durin's Adventurer Oshan Combat Mercenary Regiment is now stationed in the high ground in the middle of the valley, and their mission is to defend the hilltop camp and prevent the Amani trolls from counterattacking this important vantage point.

The Amani trolls have captured the trolls of the Hinterland region with the wilted trolls and the rotten moss trolls, so the number of them who have fled to Okuyama is not small.

Now the troll's forces are also storming the central highlands, which is known to both sides as the Frostfall Graveyard.

A strong human adventurer was firing a machine gun from the Lordaeron Restoration Army in exchange for his contribution points, shooting incessantly at the hillside road, in this cold environment of snowflakes, the human strong man was bare-chested, and the heat from the machine gun kept him warm.

"Warriors, knights, go up, a group of trolls from the east!"

The squad leader was shouting, while the human and dwarven warriors and knight adventurers were hurrying east.

Durin held his iron shield high and slowly pressed it down with his comrades, it was an ordinary ironforge shield, there was nothing special about it, it was bought by Durin at the blacksmith shop before leaving.

Several machine guns on the hillside were providing them with firepower, firing at the troll soldiers in the distance who tried to throw spears and arrows at the friendly fighters.

The Paladins and Knights of Dawn are in a tug-of-war with the Troll Witch Doctors, who keep a large number of voodoo creatures, from poisonous snakes to various insects, so the knights use their holy light and dawn light to burn the voodoo creatures in batches and in batches.

As for the mages and warlocks, they were relatively small in number, so they had long since been transferred to defend other, more important passes, arteries, and bunker posts.

These legal professional adventurers are not ordinary expendable cannon fodder, their individual strength is stronger, so they naturally get treatment commensurate with their strength, as well as more dangerous enemies.

Brutal fierce battles fought for a day.

At night, the team of adventurers finished their defensive mission and withdrew to the base of the Lordaeron Restoration Army in the rear.

Those experienced adventurers who have debuted for many years sit around the campfire, gulping down the strong ale provided by the Lordaeron Restoration Army, and bragging and farting.

And those rookie adventurers are sitting in the corner of the side in silence, or silently tending to their wounds, or looking at the sky in a daze, their eyes exuding homesickness.

Durin was the latter, who had just bandaged his multiple wounds on his shoulders and legs, and was now sitting quietly with a bottle of ale in his hand.

This life ... How did Oscar survive?

It has only been less than a month since he came out, and he is already extremely longing for his hometown Danmoro, and he is extremely missing the peaceful days of Ironforge Castle.

Wouldn't Oscar be homesick?

This kind of day when you don't know whether you will live or die tomorrow is simply torturing a person's mental endurance.

Moreover, his group of adventurers is just a group of low-level adventurers at the bottom of the pyramid, so they can only do some such consumable bounty tasks.

And those powerful high-level adventurers, such as their brothers, are alone or form elite squads to fight in the East and West Plague Lands, facing all kinds of extremely terrifying enemies.

Myself... It's still too naïve and idealistic.

Wanting to become an adventurer of Oscar's level, he was even received by the Titan gods, and celebrity leaders around the world knew him.

I guess I can't do it myself.

Oscar is no longer a world, a level of character with himself.

Now that he has become the high-level of the Undead Scourge and has become the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the class and characters he faces are already like mountains to Durin.

With a long sigh, Durin got up and went back to his tent and lay down.

With the cold wind howling outside the tent, he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Tomorrow is another day.

A brutal new day.

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