Without the hindrance of the dragon clan, the journey out of the dragon's lair was very smooth, relying on the marks left by the encirclement and suppression troops, Matilda guided Yang Long, and it only took less than six days to walk out of the deep underground.

What Yang Long didn't expect was that as soon as he walked out of the underground, he encountered trouble.

"Yo! there are still people alive in the natives!" A shrill voice came from the west side of the cave entrance, and then Yang Long, who walked out of the cave, felt a lot of eyes, swept over himself one after another, and then cast it on the other two women.

Since the newly acquired sixth sense is a useful and powerful way of perceiving, there are only five hundred meters of old perception left, which has not been used since the freshman, and after hearing this piercing shout, Yang Long took the initiative to open his perception.

"Adventurers. Reflexively frowning, Yang Long found that even if he was a freshman, he still didn't have a good impression of this group.

However, except for the "Starfire" Guild, which had a lot of grudges against him in the past, Yang Long was not interested in paying attention to the other adventurers, and after suppressing the unhappiness that instinctively appeared in his heart, he raised his feet and prepared to walk towards the east.

It's a pity that Yang Long didn't want to ask for trouble, but someone sent trouble to the door.

Seeing Yang Long's unconcerned behavior, the adventurer who felt insulted immediately ran over with a fierce momentum, stopped Yang Long's path sideways, and asked with a ruffian face: "You guy, dare to underestimate us?"

"Are you looking for death?" Yang Long paused, tilted his head and said coldly.

There were about thirty-four or five adventurers who appeared near the cave. Among them are minotaurs, orcs, trolls, goblins, and undead, and judging by one and some of the adventurers who are fiddling with their weapons, it should look like a group of people.

The other adventurers who were originally just standing on the side watching the play and had no intention of making a move, after hearing Yang Long's words, were obviously stunned for a while, their faces showed anger, and immediately seven or eight people surrounded them.

"Where did you come from?" said one of them, wearing armor and looking like a leader with his free hands, as he strode over, grinning, "I know it's messing with our Black Hand guild." What will happen to you?!"

An adventurer in the world of Azeroth. It is divided into two camps: Alliance and Tribe.

Through the recorded information and Yang Long's contact with the adventurers of these two camps, he has always felt that the adventurers of the "tribe" should be a much more peaceful group than the "alliance". There is basically no looting of non-adventurer residents.

But the adventurers who came from the crowd. Eyes of all sizes. Staring at Matilda and Minnie in a daze, Yang Long immediately felt that the people who had previously investigated intelligence had not done their job at all.

In fact, the difference between Alliance and Tribal adventurers. It is not as big as Yang Long imagined, on the contrary, in recent years, it can be said that the alliance has changed from a bandit who harms the Quartet to a protective umbrella for the residents of the local government.

As we all know, the main scope of activities of the "Alliance" is concentrated in the Eastern Continent region, and the very adventurers have caused a lot of turmoil to the forces of the Eastern Continent Kingdoms, especially the Human Kingdom, for many years in the past.

The "tribe" adventurers whose main activity area is in Kalimdor are much more disciplined than their counterparts in the east, even if they burn and loot, they basically happen after coming to the eastern continent, which makes the various kingdoms very incomprehensible.

In fact, all this is very simple, just because of the unique aesthetic of the "adventurer" group.

These strong groups that appear out of nowhere, for the understanding and pursuit of beauty, most of them like the same race as the "natives" in their mouths, and the aesthetics of adventurers are more like a human being.

For example, the natives of Kalimdor, whether they are savage orcs, tall minotaurs, cannibalistic trolls, or goblins who like money, there is no race of women who meet the needs of human men.

Therefore, even if the adventurers wanted to loot, the "disgusting" appearance of these races made them unable to raise any thoughts.

The Night Elves are all as beautiful as flowers, which is very much in line with the aesthetic needs of the tribal adventurers, but they have used the lessons of blood and life to recognize the price they need to pay to provoke the Night Elves.

The original tribal group structure was not the current situation of five large guilds competing against each other, but a super guild that gathered more than 90% of the tribes and called "Blue Ocean", which could almost shake the entire alliance group.

The strong strength made this adventurer's guild, in the first few years, very arrogant and domineering, and even the orcs who had just established Orgrimmar had to survive in its shadow.

And such a powerful guild is because it went to the Gray Valley and captured the Night Elves living there for the lustful pleasure of the adventurers within the guild, so that the Night Elves directly destroyed the adventurer's guild headquarters in just one night.

You must know that the former "Blue Ocean" guild president, but the strength of the adventurer who has reached the super level, the strength of several subordinate vice presidents has almost reached the fifteenth-order upper level, and the individual strength even exceeds that of the "tribal chief of the tribe" Sal.

However, under the attack of the five mysterious night elves and the hundreds of pseudo-super-level powerhouses they brought with them, the largest "Blue Ocean" guild among the adventurers in the past disappeared, and the surviving backbones fought for power, and the current situation was only possible after the surviving backbones fought for power.

In that battle, a large number of adventurers and peak powerhouses were killed, which dealt a serious blow to the entire tribe, and since then it has been steadily suppressed by the guilds led by the alliance led by "Getaway", and they do not dare to appear in the eastern continent on a large scale.

The adventurers who are currently gathered here are originally members of the "Black Hand" guild who wanted to take advantage of the war in the Kingdom of Theramore to invade the dragon's lair to gain some benefits because they received gossip, but their own strength is not too strong.

I don't know what the reason is, Yang Long's body after being transformed by the Moon Well no longer has a specific level, and Meini, who was captured by Yang Long from the dragon egg, can't feel her own level aura.

So when I saw Yang Long and two beauties appearing, and I didn't see any follow-up personnel coming out for a long time, these guys who were originally dishonest suddenly showed their true colors, and the so-called "truth" was just an excuse.

"Grass!"

"Kill him!"

"It's so boring!"

"Let him taste our awesomeness!"

“”

After all, in the eyes of these adventurers who knew the rank of the professional, it was just a thirteenth-order high-ranking Matilda, and they couldn't face the thirty-five high-level and top-level adventurers under the leadership of two pseudo-super-rank powerhouses.

Since the adventurer himself has the ability to kill enemies by leapfrogging, although he didn't think that these guys in front of him could threaten his safety, he still used his sixth sense to glance at it.

So a very intuitive image immediately appeared in Yang Long's mind.

"I don't know what is alive or dead. With a cold laugh, Yang Long had no intention of making a move at all, his eyes looked at the adventurer in front of him lightly, and said to Matilda, who was eager to try beside him: "Matilda, you are right away"

"Please wait a minute!" a sudden burst of snorting interrupted Yang Long's upcoming order and attracted the attention of the others.

Turning his head nonchalantly, Yang Long found that it was a tall, thin male troll who seemed to have a certain amount of power and prestige who had stopped a massacre, and the adventurers nearby did not speak again after he spoke.

"I'm sorry, sir. The tall and thin troll spoke fluent Elven language, looked very modest, and bowed slightly before apologetic: "This is a complete misunderstanding, I apologize to you on behalf of them, please don't be angry." ”

"Misunderstanding?" Yang Long raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashing.

The strength of the troll in front of him is not strong, only the thirteenth-order lower position, it is not worth mentioning as far as Yang Long himself is concerned, but he has the ability to pose a fatal threat to Matilda, originally Yang Long was going to kill him personally

(To be continued......)