Watching Niga Black Horn disappear into the sky, Hellroar can finally relax.

He looked at the huts and oases around him, feeling new and relaxed, and it was not time to sleep, so he walked out of the hut and wandered outside on the grass, looking at the strange minotaurs around him.

Some female minotaurs dry their meat and make food from the roots of plants.

The male minotaur was forging weapons, mending armor, and looking ready for battle.

The Minotaur was mostly armed with heavy battle axes and hammers, and he even saw some of the Minotaurs directly using huge log stakes as weapons.

The minotaurs also looked at him curiously, and one of them, a minotaur with a black mane, greeted him in a rough voice.

"Little man, are you the green-skinned man who came with Blackhorn?"

It was the first time Hell Roar had been called a little man, but he didn't care, he was much smaller compared to the big guys.

"Yes." Hell roared.

"Hmph, that guy is a bastard, and when you mess around with this kind of person, I don't think you're a good person."

Hell roared so much that he couldn't stand it, and he subconsciously wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

At this moment, an old minotaur with a white beard came out, "Enough furyhooves, don't be so rude to our guests, have you forgotten the hospitality I taught you?" ”

The big black man was reprimanded by the old minotaur twice, but he didn't dare to attack, so he had no choice but to leave.

"I'm sorry young warrior, Furious Hoof has a bit of a grumpy personality because of what happened recently, but he's not without malice."

For such a generous elder, Hell Roar also had to put away his violent side and let his hand off the handle of the axe.

"I'm not very familiar with Niga Black Horn." He explained.

"Blackhorn is not a bad kid, but he is too jumpy, not like a minotaur, he left the tribe when he was very young, and roamed the vast continent of Karimdor, no one knows what he went through, but once the tribe was invaded, he immediately came back to help the tribe.

This oasis is what he helped us find, and here you are a welcome guest, please feel free young warriors, if you have any needs, just let me know. ”

Hellroar isn't the kind of orc you're going to be polite: "I'm hungry and need food." ”

The old minotaur immediately ordered a small minotaur to bring some food.

The food was simple, nothing more than jerky and potato bread, but hell roared and devoured, and the sharp fangs easily tore the hard jerky apart, and it swallowed without chewing at all.

The little minotaur who delivered the meal looked shocked, "What are you?" ”

Hellroar glanced up at the little minotaur in front of him, he was about the same height as Hellroar, but his immature face made it easy for Hellroar to tell that the other party was just a child.

"I'm an orc."

"Are you from the Eastern Continent?"

"No, I'm from another world, a world called Draenor."

"Another world? What does it look like there? ”

"My hometown is in Nagrand, with its lush grasslands and clear rivers, high mountains, herds of Split-hoofed cattle and thunder elephants...... "Hell roared as he ate as he tried to recall what little memory he had left.

"Sounds like a great place to be, so why would you want to leave your hometown?"

Hell Roar sighed, "My hometown has been destroyed, and it has become a dead land. ”

The little minotaur seemed to resonate, "Our old home used to be beautiful, but those damn centaurs, they invaded, conquered, burned and looted, we had to leave our homeland, and your hometown was invaded too?" The patriarch said that the invaders would eventually be punished by Mother Earth, but I doubted that. ”

Hell Roar listened to the calf's angry accusation, but his heart was slightly irritated, although the other party was talking about centaurs, he felt as if he was accusing him.

Has your hometown been invaded? Perhaps, but who is the intruder? He had thought it was those Draenei, but now he suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be the case, conquering, invading, burning and looting, wasn't that what he had done in the past?

Could it be that the orcs themselves ruined their own world?

He didn't want to accept such an answer, but what little sanity he had left told him was that it was all about.

The uneasiness of the hell's roar made the old man on the side misunderstand, and he thought that he was worried about danger.

"Don't be nervous kids, it's safe here, do you see the surrounding mountains, it's Razor Ridge, home to the boar people, this treacherous mountain range surrounds the oasis on all sides, there is only one path to connect to the outside world, those centaurs must not be able to find here, you are safe here."

Hell Roar replied vaguely, and after dinner, he hid back in the wooden house, lying on the animal skin of the wooden house, Hell Roar was very confused, and thought about it for a while, and finally calmed down.

I don't know what happened to the tribe now, how the war is going, but gradually, he fell asleep.

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"For the Horde! Launch! ”

Rumble!

The catapult's flame projectile slammed into the castle's magic shield, and Morgan Lisa, who was holding the shield, didn't frown, but yawned a little boredly.

Below the castle, hundreds of orcs swarmed towards the gates, and the castle was surrounded by a dense network of alliance adventurers, who fought with the orcs as a team.

And on the wall behind them, dozens of Alliance heroes stood on it, pouring magic and arrows down comfortably.

The Pure Flame of Arandel!

Mo Fei burned dozens of orcs under the city walls with a dragon breath technique, and burned to ashes along with two adventurers.

"Wocao, big brother, look at it, ah, my weapon is exploding." An adventurer let out a miserable howl before dying.

"I'm sorry."

Mo Fei said with his mouth, but he didn't think so in his heart, aren't you adventurers here to mix up experience, all of them are wearing whiteboard store clothes, what kind of outfits.

It was the seventh day after the Battle of Dagger Ridge, and because of this fiasco, the tribe lost 30,000 cavalry, which made the tribe go crazy and retaliate, and Orgrim himself led the army to start pushing head-on.

Varian, on the other hand, after his last victory, fully embraced the plan set by the studio and began to execute the second step of the plan - the attrition strategy.

At the cost of castles in the Stormwind Kingdom, to consume the living power of the tribe, each battle does not invest many troops, but uses adventurers as cannon fodder, heroes as output, and fights the tribe without losing the Stormwind Kingdom legions.

So far, the Horde has captured more than a dozen castles of the Alliance and lost tens of thousands of orcs, but the Stormwind Kingdom's troop losses are only hundreds.

Mo Fei participated almost the whole process, but he didn't have much experience, no, in a flash of white light, he upgraded again.

nice！ Murphy silently added five attributes to his strength.

And on the battlefield outside the city, Orgrim looked at the castle in front of him with a heavy face, after these days of advancement, he has seen that something is wrong, although every battle can kill many adventurers, but the strange thing is that these adventurers are endless, as if they can't kill them all.

Watching the rows of orc warriors fall, Orgrim's face showed no wave.

He couldn't do anything about it, and he received several bad news one after another, first learning that Gul'dan led his clan to sail to the sea, and the ghost knows where he went.

Then the armies of Hell's Roar were destroyed.

Kilrog is still confronting the trolls in the Valley of Thorns, and it's fair to say that the bad news is one after another.

This made the hearts of the people within the tribe fluctuate.

However, there is good news, the Shadow Moon Clan led by Nao Zu has successfully gained contact with Ragnaros, the king of the fire elemental in the Black Stone Mountain, and through continuous sacrifices and communication, he has finally established a good relationship with Ragnaros, mastered the elemental power of Azeroth, and was able to summon the fire elemental to join the battle.

(End of chapter)