Garrosh, a strong orc with ideals, ambitions and culture, thinks from the bottom of his heart that his current life is really vigorous.

Once upon a time, when he was a half-orc, he spent his days in cold and damp caves, eating cockroaches and salted fish, drinking stagnant water in the gutter, and his entire orc life was gloomy.

However, since joining the white-robed wizard Saruman's "Build a strong army, build a new style, and strive to be a promising orc" project, he has changed.

The original fragile and thin body has been strengthened by witchcraft, and has become a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a forceful force, and there has been a qualitative improvement in daily eating, and any pig tail, chicken buttocks, etc., can also be eaten once in three days.

What's more, he can pick up a knife and cut down those weak white-skinned humans, let the blood wash his body, and listen to the cries of the weak—this is the life of a half-orc, no, a strong orc.

Outside the city of Minas Tirith, in a dense forest.

Clad in haphazard armor from Isengard, Rohan and even Gondor, and with the soles of his feet on the leafy, mossy ground, a not-so-elite force of orcs patrolling.

A lean strong orc hesitated for a moment, then cringed and suggested to Garrosh: "Head, let's rest, I haven't seen a single figure on patrol all day." ”

Garrosh, who was at the front of the line, paused, and gently rubbed his thick palm on the towering old tree, feeling the well-grained bark, "What, you want to slip away?"

"Hehe, what's the matter," the strong orc smiled lewdly, "it's just that the mouth fades out of a bird, and I want to go hunt for game, and honor you." ”

"Honor me, I like to drink human blood raw, you go to the death squad, rush to the inner city and get me a few gondor's soldiers' heads. ”

"Hehe, boss, you're so humorous. When his subordinates heard this, they froze and said, "The main thing is that I don't think it's pointless to patrol like this, this Minas Tirith has been surrounded by us, and it's impossible for any army to pop out of the forest outside, right?"

Garrosh sneered, looked at his subordinates and said, "As far as your kid is broad-minded, you don't know this kind of truth?"

"Huh.....?

"Ahh

Speaking of which, his face showed a wisdom bead in his hand, and he saw through everything with a witty expression, which can be matched with the rough and ugly skin, no matter how you look at it, it is also a monkey crown, which is very funny.

But a group of subordinates came forward flatteringly, and praised them in unison,

"Wonderful, wonderful. ”

"Lord Garrosh is really very intelligent, and he is really a role model for my generation"

"Boss, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

After enjoying the praise of his subordinates, Garrosh smiled slightly, wiped the simple Pu knife on his back, and a trace of hideousness flashed on his ugly face, "We are patrolling here, not to beware of any Gondor, but a real henchman....."

He lengthened the coda and enjoyed it for a while in the curious eyes of his men before he unhurriedly continued: "That henchman is the elf of Rivendell. ”

The group looked at each other, frowned, and discussed, "Elves, those thin people with long ears?"

"Aren't they all very weak? I heard that the elven queen named Galadriel took a boat and went to an overseas fairyland. ”

"You pig, that's the Elven Empress of the Dark Forest, and the Elven Leader of Rivendell is named Elon. ”

"Who are you talking about as a pig? I warn you, Lao Tzu has this one in his hand that is coated with poison ......"

Seeing that his subordinates almost quarreled again because of some trivial matters, Garrosh couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes, and scolded: "Do you quarrel again?"

The gaze swept over the noisy strong orc soldiers like Qinghong's cold knife, and these biochemical weapons whose brain capacity was only filled with killing and killing immediately followed the instinct of the creature to seek advantage and avoid harm, and quieted down.

"You guys, you guys, you really don't go to the house for three days. Garrosh snorted from his nostrils, and didn't bother to set up any rhetorical questions, and then said bluntly: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, those guns in Gondor City come from Rivendell." ”

"What?"

The strong orc soldiers all widened their eyes, after the test of the previous few days, they also realized the power of the gun, just a copper bullet the size of a thumb, can kill the strong orc man who is like a wolf and a tiger, sitting on the ground and sucking the soil, this is completely unscientific.

Not to mention the fire anchors set up in the inner city of Minas Tirith, dozens of machine guns were hidden among the rows of houses, and the slightest movement was a long river of bullet chains, which forced the stone pavement to be hung off a layer.

"Those elves are really so powerful that they can make guns?"

A half-orc soldier swallowed and said timidly, "Then can we beat them?"

"Don't panic," Garrosh pulled out his long knife, said that it was too late, and struck the knife with his backhand, slashing at the towering tree on his side.

In an instant, the sawdust splashed, and the Pu knife rolled out a layer of white light in the air, and when the knife was retracted again, a large mouth had already opened on the tree, and with the painful sound of wood breaking, it was like a titan dying giant, slowly falling down.

The strong orc soldiers around him were all shocked and retreated back in unison, but Garrosh was not in a hurry, and while putting the Pu knife into his waist, he turned to the side slightly,

I saw the sound of the broken wood smashing into the open space beside Garrosh, who looked indifferent, with a bang.

"It's just elves," said Garrosh, who bowed down with a long knife and slashed the blackened rotten bark of a tree, picking out a large, fat, milky white reptile that was crawling in a hurry.

Without heading away, Garrosh threw the wriggling worm into his mouth, felt the tiny soles of his feet climbing wildly, chewed vigorously, and let the fishy juice splash on his body,

The strong orc soldiers next to him all had expressions of "turtle turtle, boss, please stop showing, I have a headache",

Garrosh, however, was unimpressed, and said vaguely: "What does it matter if they are aided by guns?

What's more, Mordor's army has already conquered, covering the sky and the sun, and the momentum is violent, and it will be possible to reach Minas Tirith in a few days, even if the reinforcements of Rivendell or the Dwarves of the Grey Mountain arrive, it will be a lack of skill hahahaha. ”

Speaking of pride, Garrosh laughed loudly, he could already imagine that with his personal bravery, he overcame all the obstacles all the way, was promoted and raised to become the CEO, and married the half-orc Bai Fumei, that was really ..... Beautiful!

"Huh?" Garrosh noticed that his men were all sluggish, and as he spoke, he looked back suspiciously, "What are you all looking at me for?"

After a glance, the atmosphere froze,

In the shadow of the longing tree, a green-skinned goblin in flower trousers and flip-flops was sitting on a pony and watching him with interest.

Behind the goblins were dozens of elven soldiers dressed in dark green woodland camouflage suits, silently ghostly, with expressionless faces.

"Young man, you're quite good at blowing," Anduin waved his hand, motioning to the elves to put down the spears and cannons in their hands, and turned his head to Garrosh with a "-eater, you" expression, "Go on, I'm listening." ”