About two hours later, a small dot suddenly appeared in the sky above the battle position between Yang Long and the Black Stone Orcs, and as this small dot continued to fall, a blonde and blue-eyed giant man with ** on his upper body fell with the power of ten thousand jun.

Rumble!

The huge impact force poured into the ground, causing a large crater with a radius of more than 100 meters to form in an instant, and the overflowing air wave formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye, rolling up the orc corpses on the ground high, and then throwing them towards the periphery.

And the giant man who caused this impact was just a little bent his legs at the moment he landed, although the sky was already gray, but it could not affect the eyes of this strong man looking around.

It is worth mentioning that between the chest and abdomen of this human being, there is a wound about seven centimeters long, the wound has not been treated in any way, but it is constantly healing at a slow speed visible to the naked eye.

"Well, it looks like the little guy has been evacuated safely. The giant man touched his chin full of stubble with his right hand, played with a small piece of metal with his left hand, and said to himself thoughtfully: "You actually provoked an adventurer of that strength!"

After chuckling a few times without knowing anything, the giant man's eyes froze as if he had made a decision, and turned around and walked in the direction Yang Long had left

On the other side, in the garden area of the Kingdom of Stormwind, deep in a hidden building.

As one of the three large adventurer guilds in Stormwind City, the core area of the Shining Alliance guild. There are hundreds or thousands of powerful magic circles here, as well as a team of guards with an average strength close to the top rank, just to protect a hut with an area of less than twenty square meters.

With this overlapping and various protective measures, not to mention an ordinary professional, even an adventurer with a strength of the thirteenth order, it is almost impossible to secretly invade this place, let alone destroy it.

Therefore, the guards stationed here are eating, drinking, and chatting a little carelessly, boasting about their "proud achievements" while passing the boring time of the night.

"Hey, Captain!" a burly eighth-order human warrior. Mix it with spirits and swallow the roast in your mouth. He squinted at the tall and thin tenth-order Night Elf Ranger beside him, and said with a lewd smile: "Yesterday I was outside the city, and I saw a very nice indigenous human beauty, and I waited until after the shift. There were 5 of us together."

". Don't hurt me, you kid!" the male elf, who was called the captain, was a little moved. However, as if he had thought of something, he interrupted the human warrior's words and warned, "The Minister of Willgang did not say it. Let's be honest?"

"Well, old nature has said" The human warrior was a little speechless, in this tense period, let him do bad things alone, he naturally did not dare, only by pulling someone higher than his position, can he have a little sense of security.

After rolling his eyes, the adventurer was bewitched again: "Captain, that beauty is a traveling merchant, as long as we avoid the suburbs of the city and do it in the deep mountains and old forests, we will definitely not be discovered by others!"

One afternoon half a year ago, one of the high-ranking cadres of the guild, the head of the warrior branch under the combat department, and an adventurer with the strength of the twelfth order, "Wei Ergang", suddenly issued an order to prohibit the guild members from provoking the inhabitants of the Storm Kingdom.

Since the end of the Battle of Hyjal and the reappearance of adventurers in the world of Azeroth, every adventurer has lived a very chic and comfortable life, although there are many constraints compared to hundreds of years ago, but they are still the most reckless group.

No one will take the initiative to provoke adventurers, and provoking an adventurer is equivalent to provoking a group of enemies that can never be killed, even if it is the most powerful Storm Kingdom in the actual sense, it is just a superficial constraint.

Not to mention that a few years ago, after some unknown mysterious events, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom, known as the "Emperor of Men", Varian Urien, recuperated due to illness, and after the Grand Duke Bervar Fortagan took over as the acting ruler, the binding force on adventurers was even lower.

On the surface, the kingdom of Stormwind is peaceful, but in fact, in areas far away from the big cities, young and beautiful civilian men and women, and even the families of minor nobles disappear every day, and this situation has always existed, but it has only improved since half a year ago.

Any creature without natural predators will cause incalculable damage to the world, and if it weren't for some special reasons, the top powerhouse among the adventurers would have consciously restrained other adventurers, and the world of Azeroth would have been in chaos.

The title of "locust" is not in vain!

Perhaps only hostile adventurers and the mutual killing of adventurer guilds can make these guys who have no one in their eyes have a sense of crisis and no longer rely on instinct to provoke such and such things.

"Well, what you said seems to have some truth" The ranger, who has been holding back for half a year, has actually been moved by his subordinates' proposal for a long time, but he is still a little unsure of his attention, and he can't make up his mind.

The other guards had a little eagerness on their faces, but they all wisely didn't speak, just waiting for the captain's final decision.

"Oops, Captain!" The human warrior saw the ranger's melancholy at a glance, and added fuel and vinegar to the demagogy: "That beauty is really very good, and when she is caught, the captain can train her to be a private sexual."

Pound!

The sudden explosion interrupted the human warrior's words, and the entire team of five guards instinctively looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to find that the wooden door of the hut had actually been blown open.

"Oh no!" the Night Elf Ranger stood up, rushed to the door of the hut in a few steps, and without thinking about it, opened the cracked wooden door, and looked inside the hut with a look of shock.

In the originally empty hut, I don't know when a man appeared with his feet broken at the knees, and his flesh and blood were blurred, this man's right hand was unnaturally twisted, and in the palm of his left hand, he barely held a hilt without a blade.

"Is it the Minister of the Evil Gods?!Oh my God!" The captain of the Night Elf Guard was stunned for a moment, and quickly recognized that the dying human in front of him was actually the head of the Thieves Division of the War Department.

As the head of the Thieves Branch of the War Department, the strength of the Bad God has reached the peak of the twelfth order, and he is only a little short of advancing to the thirteenth order, becoming a strong man with pseudo-super-rank strength, and like the head of each headquarters, he has entered the decision-making level in the adventurer's guild.

Adventurers are no better than ordinary professionals, although the Bad God sounds like he is only a twelfth-order, but he already has the blood of nearly a hundred pseudo-super-rank powerhouses in his hands, and such a strong man has been injured like this, which makes this guard captain very frightened in his heart.

"Hurry, hurry, report to the vice president!" and "The Night Elf Ranger shouted, the muscles on his face twitching, and he didn't know if it was because of fear or anxiety, "Go and get the priest from the logistics department now, hurry!"

(To be continued......)

ps: It's very tiring to restore the outline, and it's actually slower than expected, but the plot of the second volume is finally clear, and the writing will be smoother when I start writing tomorrow.