What the hell did that damn dragon throw himself to?

Hell Roar sat on the sand dunes, looking at the endless desert in front of him, and thought indignantly.

At first, he thought that the other party would definitely show up soon, explaining what had happened, but after waiting in the desert for half an hour, he realized that the guy would most likely not show up.

So Hell Roar decided to get out of the desert first.

However, when you climb a sand dune and look up, you can see nothing but endless desert.

The anger in Hell's Roar was still not extinguished, the armor on his body had long since been shattered, and the blood stains on his body had dried up, and the wounds on his body were even more painful, especially the lacerations left on him by the Storm Rift, which made him hate the Aidan prince incomparably.

The guy who stabbed you in the back, don't let me meet you next time......

Fortunately, the orc's recovery ability is amazing (the hero brings his own blood after leaving the battle), and it soon gradually became less painful.

However, although the wounds on the body are easy to heal, the wounds on the soul are not so easy.

I was defeated, so completely that I lost the lives of all the orc warriors...... He thought with regret that he hadn't had time to think during the previous battle, but now that he thought about it, Gassell had warned him more than once to be careful of ambushes.

Orgrim had also told him not to entangle with humans and to complete the task quickly.

Why didn't you listen to persuasion, why did you let your anger burn your head? It's demon's blood! Hellroar knew this, and he licked his lips, but he wanted to have a drink again.

After a bitter battle, he needed it like never before.

Walking on the sweltering desert, hell roars and still mutters.

Damn the overlord is ruthless, damn the pig-riding barbarian, I know that the orcs who ride wild boars are not to be trusted.

Damn Prince Aidan, damn Varian, damn dragon, damn desert......

Whew, it's so hot, isn't there no edge to this desert?

IF YOU ARE A PLAYER, YOU CAN SEE A DEBUFF CALLED [DESERT HEAT] HANGING ABOVE HIS HEAD.

[Desert Heat: Stacks every ten minutes, the physical strength cost is increased by 10%, after the physical strength is exhausted, slowly lose health, you can relieve the duration of this state by drinking water. 】

Hell Roar looked up at the sky, the sun was shining on him and he couldn't open his eyes, the sky was clear, he could only lower his head and continue walking, I don't know how long it took, finally, the exhausted Hell Roar plopped and fell to the sand.

THE DEBUFF ON HIS BODY WAS ALREADY STACKED, CAUSING HIS HEALTH TO SLOWLY DECLINE AGAIN AFTER RECOVERING ONE-THIRD OF HIS HEALTH.

As the health bar gradually decreased to a state of severe injury, he felt that his whole body was about to lose consciousness.

In a trance, he felt a shadow blocking the glare of sunlight in front of him.

"Look, what did I find? Hey man, are you okay? ”

"Water—water—" Hell roared unconsciously.

"I don't have water, but I have this, drink, drink." A spicy liquid suddenly poured into his mouth, and the hellish roar felt as if he was drinking demonic blood, which finally shook his spirits.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, he was startled to a strange bear-like creature in black and white, looking at him curiously.

He stood up suddenly, his hand clenched in the blood roar, and suddenly he found that he had strength again, and whatever the bear man gave him to drink, it undoubtedly made him recover a lot of strength.

"What kind of creature is you?" He asked warily.

"I'm Pandaren Chen Storm Spirits, I'm wandering around this continent, looking for ingredients to make the best wine, there is a group of goblins who say that there is a magical cactus berry in this desert that can make the best wine, but unfortunately I'm probably going the wrong way, have you seen one of those green-skinned goblins? He's probably that tall......"

"Panda people? What did you give me a drink? ”

"Ah, this, this is my craft wine, do you want more? It's too hot and it may not taste right, but I promise it's absolutely mellow, and you just drank it very well. ”

The panda man shook the barrel in his hand, and there was a clanging sound inside.

Hell Roar licked his lips, embarrassed to ask.

"What is this place?"

"Karimdor - the Great Desert of Tanaris, you don't know?"

"I was thrown here by a dragon."

"It's really weird, I haven't seen any dragons, let's go, I think we can talk while walking, and it's better to find a place to rest."

Hellroar was the first time he'd seen such a strange creature, but he was already new to the world, maybe it was common, he thought to himself.

The panda people are very friendly, which makes him a little embarrassed to do anything out of the ordinary.

Walking side by side with the panda people in front of him on the desolate desert of Tanaris, Hell Roared and asked how to return to the tribe, he couldn't wait to return to the tribe, regroup, and seek revenge on those humans, although that meant that he had to face the Great Chief's questioning and face his own failures, but he didn't care.

"You want to go to the Eastern Kingdoms? Then you're busy, you need to cross the endless sea to get to the eastern continent, I heard from the goblins of the hot sand harbor that there are creatures called humans living there, and some dwarves, and it is said that the dwarven beer and spirits are very tasty, maybe I can try it later.

Speaking of which—oh yes, I'd suggest you rent a boat with the goblins for the Eastern Continent, those little green-skinned guys look a lot like you, maybe you're relatives, and they'll be willing to take extra guests for a fee, and they'll also serve breakfast and dinner, but unfortunately it doesn't taste very good.

The hot sand port is just east of Tanaris, you ask me which side is the east...... Well, that's a good question......"

Hell Roar soon found that this panda man was very good at talking, and even a little talkative, but he was not in the mood to greet each other now, and when he saw that the other party could not provide any effective information, he closed his mouth and walked silently in the desert, listening to the panda man's nagging.

Every hour or two, the pandaren would pour out a glass of home-brewed wine to quench his thirst, and he would also be handed a glass, and Hellroar silently accepted the generosity, thanks to which Hellroar did not faint again.

In the evening, the two stopped under a leeward sand dune.

The desert in the night was unusually beautiful, the night sky was full of stars, and Hell Roared to be unsure of which star Draenor was, thinking that his original home was somewhere in the middle of the stars, and the feeling made Hell Roar inexplicably terrifying.

He was so tired that he lay down on the sand and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed—

There was darkness all around, and he stood in the darkness, and the darkness quickly receded, and before him was the familiar sight of the Nagrand Prairie—no, it was the Western Wilderness, a place that resembled his home, and he stood in the middle of the wheat field, and the waves of wheat were pulsating and itching at his fingertips.

The aroma of grass wafted on the tip of his nose, making him feel extremely nostalgic.

"Look behind you." Suddenly, a voice rang in my ears.

Behind? Hell Roar turned his head slowly, and on the wilderness behind him, there were countless corpses of orcs, densely packed and uncountable.

A trace of uneasiness rose in his heart, and he walked up to a corpse, the face was faintly familiar, it was Gassell Zorg! He had three spears and seven arrows stuck in his chest, his stomach had been cut open, and his intestines were flowing out.

Gassell's eyes suddenly opened, and his rolled eyes stared at him.

"Hell roars, I told you there was an ambush, why didn't you listen, you killed us all!" Gassell's voice was full of resentment, and his eyes were white with a deathly look.

"Shut up, the warriors of the tribe should not be afraid of death." Hell roared, but his voice was a little weak.

"Then why didn't you die? Why are you running away? You left us behind! ”

"You left us behind."

"Coward."

"Coward."

Countless voices echoed through the wilderness, and it was the dead orcs who spoke, crawling out of the dirt and dragging their corpses, strewn with scars and arrow wounds, and surrounded them on all sides......

Hell Roar awoke violently from its slumber, covered in cold sweat.

He gasped for a while to regain his composure, and suddenly the sound of whistling wind sounded in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw that not far away the pandaman was playing with his long stick, and his fat body was not commensurate with his size.

The shadow of the stick flew up, with the sound of the whistling wind, and it looked quite powerful.

Hellroar was a little taken aback, "You're a warrior? ”

"Well, I can fight, but I prefer sake and drinking."

"Let me compare myself to you."

The pandaman blinked and nodded, "If you insist." ”

Hellroar suddenly became a little excited.

Fighting, killing, this is the fate of orcs, killing may not work, but fighting can undoubtedly make him forget the troubles in his heart.

the blood roar, Hell Roar looked at the panda man in front of him eagerly, wanting to make a move, but he was a little worried that he would hack the bear man to death too hard, although Hell Roar was not the kind of soft-hearted person, but the other party helped him, and he was the only traveling companion, so it was really not good to do this.

The panda man seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.

"Try your best, I think I can make two more strokes."

It is enough to have this sentence -

Yes! Hell roared and roared, and the blood roar slashed through.

The panda man retreated.

Swept!

Back again!

Whirlwind Strike!

The panda man dodged left and right, without the slightest intention of being tough with him, and even made a gesture to run, but Hell roared and hurriedly pursued, and suddenly the panda man slammed under his feet, and the long stick in his hand stabbed backwards like a spear.

Hell Roar was caught off guard and was stabbed in the chest with a stick, and suddenly he was so angry that he fell to the sand with a thud.

The pandaman kindly held out his hand to him, "You're too impatient. ”

"You're cheating!"

"It's called the art of fighting."

"Come again!"

The two exchanged hands three times, and Hellroar was knocked over three times.

Hellroar found that the fat bear man was much more nimble than he looked, and for the first time he found someone who could stand up to him, at least in terms of skill, was completely playing tricks on him.

But he was reluctant to admit it.

"I am Hell Roar, the most powerful warrior, you just won me by trickery, and if you fight to the death, I will not lose to you."

The pandaman just shrugged fearlessly, "Maybe—do you want a drink?" ”

After dawn, the two moved on.

Hell Roar kept thinking about what happened yesterday, everything was so unreal, yesterday he was the commander of the orc army, leading the army of wolf cavalry to sweep through the territory of the humans.

Now it has ended up like this, what is it all for, why does that strange dragon say that its fate is not there......

He was so engrossed in his mind that he didn't notice the pandaman stop in front of him.

Bang. He crashed into the pandaman's furry shoulder.

As soon as Hell Roar looked up, he saw that the pandaren were looking up at the sky.

"What are you looking at?"

"Did you see the bird?"

Hell roared and looked at the sky, and in the shadow of the sun, a black dot could be faintly seen.

"I see it."

"I don't think it's a bird."

"What else could it be if it wasn't a bird?"

"Just ask—hey, friend of heaven, may you come down and have a chat, maybe I can treat you to a drink."

Just when Hell roared and thought the bear-man was crazy, the black dot actually circled and landed.

It was a bird, a huge bird, Hell Roar thought it would be a bone-eating vulture, this kind of bird that feeds on corpses is everywhere in Draenor, even if the world is polluted by evil energy, everything withers, and the group of bone-eating vultures grows and grows.

However, the bird in front of him was not a bone-eating vulture, but a huge eagle with a wingspan of more than five meters, and the moment it landed, the feathers were gathered together, and it turned into a strange person, with huge curved horns, and a majestic body taller than the tallest orcs, almost as tall as those ogres, but not as fat as ogres, but a strong muscle.

The oxen wore a leather coat decorated with feathers and animal skins, and looked a bit like the shamans of the tribe.

Hell Roar felt that his three views had been impacted again, bear people, cow people, this world is really crazy.

The Minotaur nodded slowly, "Niga Blackhorn, it's a pleasure to meet you, the Master of Chan Storm Spirits, and—my day, Hell's Roar?" How did you end up here? ”

(End of chapter)