That night, Alan carried Edward to the Dark Swamp. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a wild area, and the tentacles of the kingdom of Azeroth have not yet fully extended here, only a few sentry posts have been set up here.

After asking Alan to find a place to hide, Edward tread carefully through the muddy and deep swamp.

Immediately after the Orc invasion, the land was poisoned, and the Orcs cut down trees to build their camps, and the kingdom's outposts were devastated.

The war between the kingdom of Azeroth and the orcs, this is the first front line.

Edward was able to find traces of the battle in many places, as well as many corpses.

These corpses have rotted and are crawling with maggots, most of them are soldiers of the kingdom, and there are few orcs, which shows the strength of the orcs.

Edward moved away from the orc-frequented avenues and headed east by the mountains south of the Dark Swamp, carefully searching the corpses of the Frostwolf Clan along the way—he needed the blood of the Frostwolf Clan's war dead to complete his transformation.

But perhaps it was because the Frostwolf Clan rarely participated in the war, and during the three days ahead, Edward rarely found the corpses of the Frostwolf Clan. He has studied the various clans of the orcs, each with extremely distinct characteristics.

For example, the frost wolf clan, most of them will have a snow-white frost wolf as a combat partner, once the master dies in battle, this frost wolf will also fight to the death, so next to the corpse of the orc of the frost wolf clan, there will usually be a wolf corpse.

Edward had found the corpses of the Frostwolf Clan, but they were all about to rot and had no blood at all.

It wasn't until he was approaching the area of the Dark Gate in the southern part of the Dark Swamp that Edward found the corpse of a recently deceased Frostwolf clan.

It was the corpse of a very young brown-skinned orc, mortally wounded in the back, seemingly caused by a corrosive magic, as did his combat partner. The orc had apparently seen something incredible before he was killed, and his eyes were wide and dead.

Edward scraped a clotted blood clot from his corpse with a dagger, placed it in the transformation potion, and drank it.

Enduring the pain of tearing his skin and muscles, Edward took a picture in the swamp pool, and was satisfied to find himself in the form of the young frostwolf orc.

"Rest in peace, young frostwolf warrior, and I will put an end to your suffering. Edward took off his equipment and axe from the corpse, and buried it hastily.

With a swing of the giant axe in one hand, Edward felt that the weight was still appropriate, and simply threw his luggage into a hidden place.

The humid and hot environment of the dark swamp kept everything short, and Edward had no luxury of expecting to find the luggage when he returned.

A day later, in the evening, Edward finally crossed the Dark Swamp and arrived at the orc's stronghold.

Along the way, he encounters many orc scouts, none of whom suspect him, but are only surprised that he has lost the frostwolf, but still maintains a calm expression.

Edward was also calm, but the fangs on the orc's chin made him a little uncomfortable talking.

When he saw the tribe's base camp for the first time, Edward's heart suddenly became heavy.

According to the records of the Kingdom of Azeroth, the land was once as lush as the Swamp of Sorrows, but now it is a scorched earth.

There are no plants to be seen here, only a barren loess and dense camps.

The rough orc-style camp covered the ground, with a large number of green and a few brown orcs walking around the camp in dense numbers, mixed with a few blue (Draenei captives). The orcs were either fighting each other, digging rocks, cutting down the few trees, building camps and rudimentary catapults.

At a cursory glance, Edward was already sure that the kingdom of Azeroth would definitely not be an opponent for these orcs, not only in terms of personal force, but also far inferior in numbers.

With heavy pressure, Edward strode towards the orc camp.

The camp of the Frostwolf Clan is very recognizable, and the place with the most brown-skinned orcs must be where the Frostwolf Clan is located.

"Frey, you're back, where have you been all these days?" a female orc cried out in surprise as Edward reached the door of one of the largest tents.

"I have been assassinated, and I have something important to report to the chief. "Edward doesn't know the other party's name, and he can't be discovered by others until he finds Durotan first.

"Assassination?" the orc was taken aback, and led Edward into the tent.

"Thank you, Ancestor, you didn't die, young Frey. The first time Durotan saw Edward, he patted him on the shoulder, and then hugged him fiercely, "I sent a lot of scouts, but they couldn't find you, what about your frost wolf?"

"I'm sorry, but the real Frey is dead, I'm Edward Lee. While embracing Durotan, Edward spoke softly.

Durotan took a few steps back in shock, and looked at Edward in disbelief.

"What's wrong? The orc asked.

Durotan thought for a while, but finally did not let the orc out.

"Are you really that human? It's unimaginable. Durotan walked around Edward, surprised and then his face sank, "If you are Edward, what about him?"

"I found his body in the southern part of the Dark Swamp, dead from a strong corrosive green mana. Edward Road.

"Evil power! is it Gul'dan?" Durotan slammed his fist down on the table, smashing the rough table in half.

"What's wrong with you, Durotan, what are you talking about?" asked the orc, a little surprised.

"Let me introduce you, this orc with Frey's face is actually a human, his name is Edward Lee. Taking a few deep breaths, Durotan calmed down and then introduced, "This is my wife, Draka." ”

"He's human?" the orc Draka subconsciously made a defensive gesture, looking at Edward with a suspicious gaze.

"Rest assured, this is a strong man, and he will help us eradicate Gul'dan, the scum who took the entire race as a bet for his power!"

"Is this human magic?" Drakar quickly understood, confused in shock.

"No, it's the power of potions, ma'am. "I've got a week to get this done, and we have to hurry." ”

"From the first time I saw the orc tribe, I knew that the kingdom of Azeroth would not be your opponent, but in this land, there are a total of seven human kingdoms. Edward stared at Duron and said, "The kingdom of Azeroth has fallen, and it will inevitably cause several other human kingdoms. There are the kingdoms of Lordaeron, Riptide Castle, Gilneth and many more, and even the powerful Night Elves, High Elves, and Ironforge Dwarves. The fate that awaits you orcs is doom. ”

"You don't need to remind me, human. Durotan dissatisfied, "War can only bring destruction, and only peace can develop." I understand that. ”

"Chief, you'd better not put humans in your mouth. Edward reminded again, "I'm Frey now. ”

"Well, well, I really admire your courage to come here alone through the heavy scouts of the orcs. "Let's talk about the plan." ”

"I want to know what kind of force Gul'dan has. Edward asked.

"Gul'dan is an old shaman who is dying of age, and after we lost the favor of the ancestral spirits and elemental spirits, he has acquired evil powers and become a warlock, you just need to pay attention to his magic. As for his physical strength, he is no match for you, even with three. ”

"At the same time, you should also watch out for our Great Chieftain, the Black Hand, and the Warlocks of his Shadow Council. Warlocks with evil powers usually possess some unbelievable means. ”

"In that case, if I get within three meters of him, I'll be sure to kill him!" said Edward.

"Sanmi, are you a little overconfident?" Drakar interjected, looking at Edward with a somewhat disdainful look.

"No, Draka, he has the ability. "He's very fast and powerful, and he's also magical." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, my dear, you're saying he's an assassin who knows magic?" Draka said in disbelief.

"Not exactly, this man...... He's supposed to be a warrior assassin who knows magic......"