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Everyone can see that Klaas is deliberately finding fault, but in the eyes of the orcs, finding fault is not a problem. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But failure to find fault is a big problem.

Klaas, the Bone Crusher, this full blow, the young chief of the Warhammer tribe, didn't take out his weapon at all, just unloaded it with his shoulder, and actually flew out sideways, unable to get up!

How big is the gap in strength?

Everybody's clear, right?

The orcs' disdainful gaze immediately converged a lot, and some of the thorns who had made up their minds to find fault also took the initiative to move their butts and make way for the Warhammer tribe.

Durontan, who was about to come forward and speak up, was defeated by his friend Orgrim? The Hammer of Destruction pulled suddenly, only to see that Klaas had been dealt with by Lin Qing.

The eyes of the two friends were a little dull.

That's too ruthless, isn't it?

Following behind Lin Qing, everyone's spirits were lifted.

No one would have thought that following a strong man would be such a proud thing.

There were adventurers passing by, daring, approaching the fallen Klaas. The bone crusher was shocked to find that the jaw and sternum of this cruel orc, who was very notorious, had been broken, let alone getting up, and he couldn't even speak. His tongue had already been bitten off alive by his own teeth in Lin Qing's impact, and it was bloody and spit on the ground not far away.

Adventurers, even more arrogant.

They found that these orcs were nothing more than that.

Lin Qing gave Du Longtan a grateful look, and without stopping, he led the crowd to separate the beast crowd and walked smoothly to the portal.

Guldan's deep green eyes stared at Lin Qing, his skull face, squeezed out a smile, and said in a deep voice: "Lin Qing, I'm glad that you have responded to my call and brought all your clansmen to participate in this holy war. ”

To date, Gul'dan is the only orc who can speak more than ten words, showing that his intelligence is superior to that of a normal human. Ordinary orcs can only speak orc phrases or phrases, or simply only communicate a few simple words, roar, etc.

Lin Qing glanced at Guldan, glad that his name in the bloody battlefield was still his real name, otherwise it would be too bad to change it to the Dragon Throat Clan, the Running Wolf Clan or something.

Orcs do not have their own surnames, and the so-called surnames are tribal clan names. The name of the clan is often related to the environment in which it lives. Anyway, orcs are simple, as long as they can be distinguished from each other, it's OK. There are all kinds of strange surnames.

Lin Qing was tepid, and gave Guldan a chest-beating salute: "My sect master's black hand, where is it?" ”

"On the other side of the portal!" Guldan tilted his head, and a breathtaking light flashed in his green pupils: "Lin Qing, I chose you to become the first batch of warriors to enter another continent with honor." Don't let my decision be questioned. Just like you just did, good! Go ahead. My warriors! You'll find the Black Hand on the other side of the portal, and he'll give you an explanation! Go ahead! ”

He opened his arms and roared with his head up, his skinny, withered arms spasming in the night sky, and the strange green light next to him was a chill in his heart.

Lin Qing took a deep breath and stood in front of the portal.

A ridiculous thought rose in his mind at this time.

If he decisively said no to Guldan at this time, or even pounced on Guldan, what would be the consequences?

But he quickly shook his head and smiled, banished the ridiculous and funny thought, looked back deeply at his restless companions, smiled coldly, and took the lead in sending his body over.

It was a strange feeling.

It's like passing through a film made of water, and it's like spanning a lifetime.

Time and space are here, and they become extremely blurred.

Lin Qing only felt that a pair of burning eyes were looking at him.

These eyes are full of evil.

Some people's evil is acquired, forced, and disobeyed.

But the evil of these eyes is innate, rightly strong, as if he should be so evil by nature.

It stared at Lin Qing, and saw that Lin Qing was terrified, thinking that all his disguises were in front of these eyes, and there was nothing to hide.

But eventually, those eyes turned into two flaming flames, accompanied by a presumptuous laugh, and then they went.

Lin Qing suddenly opened his eyes.

He has appeared on an exotic continent.

It is completely different from the previous desolate orc continent. It's a continent full of life, full of dense forests and trees, birds and flowers, and huge tropical fruits that seem to fall down at any moment for people to feast on.

Behind Lin Qing, a large number of adventurers followed.

That's 15,000 adventurers.

Lin Qing's side, a huge black shadow suddenly roared angrily.

"Damn! Hurry up! Otherwise, I will crush your heads with my black hands!" ”

Lin Qing looked up and saw that a huge shadow shrouded him!

Black!

The Great Chief of the Blackstone Clan, the current Great Chief of the Orc Clan!

He is a power-obsessed and tactical weapon master, who not only has the ambition to rule, but also uses tyrannical means to rule the conquered lands. Under his leadership, the fierce orcs of the Blackstone clan arm the world with the power of steel. Blackstone slaves are whipped and painfully crafting terrible siege engines, and these behemoths are about to destroy their own homes and those of their neighbors.

Seeing Lin Qing's face, the face of the black hand was slightly pale, as if he was a little tolerant because of his direct tribe, but he still said sternly: "Get out of the array!" Hurry up! The Warsong Clan is coming! ”

Lin Qingyi waved his hand.

The lineup of adventurers, neatly arranged, is under the altar portal. Fortunately, it was a large enough square to accommodate tens of thousands of orcs.

Then came the wolf cavalry that rushed out with a head as fast as the wind!

Warsong Clan!

This is the most powerful orc clan in Draenor, there is no one!

Even Guldan's Shadow Moon Clan didn't dare to compete with the Warsong Clan on the battlefield!

This is a nomadic clan of sharpshooters and wolf cavalry!

At the head of the list is the famous Grommash, the roar of hell!

The haughty and furious Gromarsh? Hellroar only recognizes the right to speak when wielded with a tomahawk. His Warsong Clan is a nomadic clan of sharpshooters and wolf cavalry who are the vanguard of the Iron Tribe, specializing in razing enemy lands and homes before leaving the ashes in ruins.

The War Song Clan, arrogantly occupying the central position, unceremoniously squeezed the other clans aside.

The orcs, who have never had a good temper, are against the domineering of the Song clan, but no one dares to provoke them, so they obediently get out of the way.

It can be seen that the internal hierarchy of the orc tribe is also very strict.

Then, the wolf howl sounded again.

This time, it was an acquaintance that Lin Qing had just met who rushed out of the portal.

Durotan's Frostwolf Clan!

Thousands of giant frostwolves, carrying tall, strong, and thick-haired frostwolf clans, rushed out of the portal and lined up in the clearing.

The Frostwolf Clan, loyal to their allies and feared by their enemies, led Durotan to lead his people to live in the harshest of lands. His Frostwolf Clan rejected the Iron Tribe's call to unify the orcs, choosing instead to focus on their own survival. They are stationed in the icy Frost Fire Ridge, covered with fur for warmth, and domesticated with giant frost wolves. These frostwolves accompany their masters in battle after battle, and unleash a deadly howl against their enemies.

The last to come out was a group of very violent orcs.

Their most striking feature is that all of them have lost their arms!

That's right!

Even the murderous orcs feel creepy when they see these perverts who are crazy to the point of being inhumane, ruthless to themselves, and even more ruthless to their enemies!

Kargas of the Broken Hand Clan!

The Broken Hand clan that inhabits the peak of Aranca! These most hateful orcs are so hateful that they cut off their own hands and attach a pair of sickle-shaped weapons, Kargas? Bladefist undoubtedly leads an army of mad orcs with sadistic tendencies. The new members of the Kargas clan had to follow the example of their chieftain for this bloody ritual. But these injuries are just the beginning, and there will be more opportunities to scar yourself or your enemies on the battlefield later.

Looking at this group of guys who had all accepted the transformation of their hands, Lin Qing moved.

He turned his head to look at Li Meilin and Yanran, who looked panicked, and suddenly said, "You know, among the orcs, who is the poorest?" ”

Li Meilin and Yanran were very curious about this question, frowned and said, "It's all about the same, right?" They have no clothes to cover their bodies, and they have no food to eat. ”

"Wrong!" Lin Qing couldn't help but smile and said, "It's this group of Broken Hand Clans. Chopping party, chopping party, that's what you're talking about this group of perverts, right? is so poor that he clangs, but he still wants to be a chopping party, chopping his own hands, or chopping his hands, haha! ”

This cold joke quickly made everyone in the Warhammer tribe laugh.

Everyone is so nervous and needs this relief.

Sure enough, it was worthy of Lin Qing, such a gag immediately reduced the shock of the strong battle clans and hundreds of fierce gods and demons from the summoning portal to a minimum.

However, the laughter of the Warhammer Clan also attracted the attention of Kargas of the Broken Hand Clan, who glanced coldly at Lin Qing, who was in the lead, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he was about to hold back his words.

The black hand spoke.

"Kilrog's Blood Ring Clan, as well as the Gul'dan Raiding Clan, why can't you see them?"

"The blood ring is here!"

A tall orc with only one eye walked out of the summoning door.

"Dead Eye" Kilrog!

This Blood Ring Clan, which lives in the territory of the Tanaan Jungle, slowly walked out. After foreseeing his own death in a vision, Kilrog accepted his fate and gouged out his left eyeball in a brutal symbolic gesture. Members of Kilrog's Blood Ring Clan infused themselves with furious rage, coating their weapons with psychedelic poison and ambushing their prey from trees to reduce their victims' dreadful dread. (To be continued.) )