Kalimdo, Ogrimmar.

"Whoa, I'm back. A beautiful female troll with a hot body and two small tiger teeth stood at the entrance of the Valley of Power and said, the tiredness on her face that could not be concealed was finally slightly relieved at this moment.

She was accompanied by a strong orc, and a group of people behind her.

Covered in sturdy plate armor, with a shield on his back, and several gorgeous pieces of equipment on his body, others can judge at a glance that the orc's profession is the most scarce full-level defensive warrior among the many guilds of the tribe.

As the MT and commander of the guild's main group, the orcs are even more tired than the members of the group.

Before the orc could speak, an undead spirit circled out behind him, his robe was in tatters, but his body exuded a strong aura, and he comforted the troll first, "Alright! we all know you're working hardest." ”

"Hmph, that's for sure!" the female troll wrinkled her nose coquettishly and turned to look at her companion behind her.

The forty members of the group who had originally entered the city had already dispersed and gone home at this moment, and now there were only seven or eight people, including the female trolls, and although everyone was very tired, they were full of joy with a harvest.

"Originally, I was going to kill the black dragon MM, why did you suddenly kill the black E, do you know that I'm so tired of being a wet nurse!"

The female troll complained angrily, and her eyes immediately became foggy: "For the sake of milk, people have drunk more than ten bottles of big blue, all of which have been saved little by little for a few months, and each bottle costs 2 gold coins, so distressed"

Hear the female troll complaining. The members present were all large.

"Don't cry, don't cry, rouge, you're good. A handsome man with a blood elf hurriedly walked up and comforted: "Wait a minute, I'll let the black hand take thirty gold from the guild warehouse to you, which can be regarded as reimbursement for your medicine money, okay?"

"Just the medicine money?" the female troll pouted, "You all have equipment, I don't get anything." ”

"Gotta get it," the blood elf handsome man hurriedly added, "Haven't you been talking all the time, wanting the deception orb that we ushered in in the Hammer of Doom Arena after we took out the Alliance? ”

After repeated comforts, the female troll finally burst into tears and laughed.

The female troll stepped forward. He kissed the blood elf handsome man on the face: "Brother Guild is the best for me!"

This conversation left the other members extremely depressed. The orc, who was the vice president and the MT commander, couldn't help frowning, but he still didn't say any words of reproach, and simply turned his head away and didn't pay attention to this side of the matter.

It's not just MT that's hard to find these days. Good wet nurses are also scarce.

The female troll in front of her called "Rouge". Although there are times when I like to lose my temper. It also made the little character sick of the princess, but it was a very powerful treatment, and this time it opened up the nest of black E 1-5. It's because of her that no one died.

Although the Fraud Orb is expensive, in order to appease the chief nurse, she can only give up the pain.

This is not the first time that this kind of brazen occupation of the guild's finances has happened, and although everyone is angry in their hearts, they are almost used to it, and they have already found a way to vent their anger.

"I wonder if Gamor has refreshed?!" a minotaur who was traveling with him took the lead in striding towards the hotel.

Gamor is a celebrity of Orgrimmar, not only is he the only neutral creature in the whole of Orgrimmar, but he is also only level 12, and whenever the guild members pass by the hotel, they will kill him and be discouraged.

The guild leader, also known as the blood elf handsome man, did not react to this.

After spending a few more minutes to delight the female troll, the group walked forward again, preparing to deposit some binding items such as "essentia ore" and "black dragon scales" in the bank, as well as advanced dungeon crafting materials.

But after only a few steps, a scream came from behind him, it was the minotaur who had gone to the hotel before.

"Someone killed the black bull!" The blood elf handsome man was stunned for a moment, roared hurriedly, and ran in the direction of the hotel first, and the rest of the people were slightly stunned, and hurriedly followed, only a few minutes before they came to the hotel.

It's full of people at the moment.

Bang!

With a deafening muffled sound, a heavily armed orc, with twisted limbs, flew upside down from the crowd and smashed into a large tree dozens of meters away, almost breaking the tree surrounded by the three of them.

The few people who had just run to the scene were immediately stunned when they saw it reflexively.

"King Sarufar?!!!! The female troll and the others, as well as the guild members who rushed from other directions, as well as the members of the other guilds, almost a few hundred people, were all stunned by the corpse of the old orc, who had lost his life.

King Sarufar, one of the highest generals in the tribal army, is a perennial defender in the Valley of Strength.

This old orc, who does not seem to be very powerful, actually has a strength that surpasses all tribal leaders, and whenever the alliance is about to slaughter the city, the members of the tribe's guild will tell the news to Lord Sarufar.

Then it's just a matter of watching the show.

As long as they are targeted by King Sarufar, the people of the alliance will come to kill one regiment, and ten regiments will destroy ten regiments.

But now the invincible old orc actually died in front of the inn in the Valley of Power in such a humiliating posture, how could he not let the guild members who witnessed everything suspect that all this was a nightmare?

"Impossible! It must be a mistake!" said the blood elf handsome man flatly.

However, no one responded to him, and all the guild members turned their eyes to the door of the inn, where there was a guy they knew so well that most of them had even killed countless times with their own hands.

Gamor!

"You, you, you" The handsome man of the blood elf trembled with fright, glanced at him subconsciously, and then pointed at Gamore and stammered: "How is it possible? Last time you were still level 12, how did you become a skeleton level today?!"

Most of the other guild members around him reacted in the same way.

"Has it become a minotaur this time?" Yang Long, who was completely different from the previous Gamor, or Yang Long, who had Gamore's appearance, looked at his own pair of fleshy palms and cow hooves, and sneered disdainfully: "Nothing new! ”

Compared to the last time he changed into an orc, Yang Long came to his senses twice as quickly.

In fact, it can be regarded as a coincidence, as soon as he recovered from his confusion, Yang Long found a small undead, and rushed over with a fierce momentum, and cut without saying a word, without saying a word, without any reason and irrationality.

So Yang Long wanted its life.

However, the other people in the hotel did not have the slightest consciousness, and when they saw a guild member being killed, they immediately jumped over to meddle in their affairs, and became Yang Long's subordinate ghosts one after another.

Yang Long, who was able to kill him, simply slaughtered the hotel and all the surrounding residents.

This atrocity caught the attention of the Orgrimmar guards, and the elite guards in charge of the guards in the Valley of Force, led by King Sarufar, quickly rushed over and wanted to kill Yang Long.

To be honest, the strength of King Sarufar is indeed very strong.

It's a pity that Yang Long, who woke up this time, not only has a powerful martial power, but also seems to have recovered his own energy, and he can actually release a little true qi, and if he is slightly injured, he will kill the invincible old orc.

"Nozdorm?Bronze Dragonlord?"

Hearing Yang Long's self-talk, the surrounding guild members all felt that something was wrong, and some clever ones began to leave quietly, but they were very unlucky to attract Yang Long's attention.

"Since this method is useful, do you think you can still trap me?" Yang Long raised his eyes and looked at the sky, laughed nervously, raised his true qi with both hands, and rushed out towards the many guild members.

"Oh my God!"

"Run!"

"Hold him, hold him!"

"Nurse is needed here!"

“”

After the initial chaos and the death of more than a hundred guild members, the rest of the people finally organized a defense, with dozens of defense warriors attracting hatred in front, and many of them attacking with their lives.

Facing the tanks on the tiger's chest, Yang Long couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Yang Long sneered disdainfully, and under hundreds of disbelieving eyes, he directly ignored the tanks that kept taunting one by one, and pounced on the nurses and DPS like a flock

(To be continued......)