The so-called Lock-Oak Bane, where Locke is the name, and Oak Bane means "orc" and "bane", where "orc" means orc, and "bane" means scourge, so the words are combined, and the name of this boar leader is Lock-Orc Scourge.

A boar man dares to call "Orc Scourge", you can imagine that this guy usually does a lot of things to the orcs, no wonder Glade would say "Lock-Oak Bane is you".

Lock-Oak Bann was also not afraid of being recognized by the orcs, and he immediately rushed towards Glade with his tomahawk aloft, shouting at the same time:

"I've killed a lot of orcs like you, give me death!"

Lock-Oak Bane's attack was powerful, and although Glade reacted in time, raised his battle axe, and used his long handle to steadily block the opponent's attack, the brute force from the boar man's side still made Glade, an orc warrior, take a few steps back.

Kind of interesting!

The pig god Agamagan is considered a symbol of strength by many of the indigenous creatures of Azeroth, and the boar people, as descendants of the pig god Agamagan, naturally possess brute strength that is not inferior to that of orcs, but they have stopped there.

The orc warrior Glade did not rush to fight back, but chose to parry the opponent's attack while calmly observing the opponent, looking for flaws and opportunities.

On the other hand, Rock Oakbane, after gaining the advantage in the first round of attacks, began to blindly punch and rush, and the wide open and close attacks really continued to repel Glade. From an outsider's point of view, it feels like Glade is no match for Rock-Oak Bane.

However, the other orc present Jikaz Blade had no idea of worrying, and even said to Maleia beside her, "See, Glade has won." ”

In fact, there was no need for the orc to remind her, and Malenia had already seen that Glade would win. The boar man Lock-Oak Bane seems to be ferocious, but in fact, every attack he attacks is defused by Glade, who seems to be losing and retreating, but in fact Glade is trading space for time.

After all, the field where they fought was not a narrow interior, but a wide flat field, and Glade had plenty of room to maneuver, so why fight a brute force boar man?

If Glade had been me, I would have done the same, Maleia thought.

As time passed, Locke Oakbane, who had finished the three-board axe, gradually ran out of energy and had to breathe and adjust before he could continue to attack, but Glade, on the other hand, was waiting for this moment.

"Drink!"

Capturing the moment when his opponent's old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, Glade roared and raised his tomahawk and slashed at Lock-Oakbane's pig's head, who immediately raised his tomahawk to try to parry.

"Clank!"

In the deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, Lock-Oak Bann was shocked back two steps, and his pig-eyes looked at the orc opposite him with incredible eyes:

"You ......"

Yes, in the first round of the confrontation, Rock Oak Bann found that Glade's strength was not inferior to his own, and if the latter chose to fight hard at the beginning, the outcome would have been five-five.

Instead of making this choice, Grade deliberately showed weakness, luring his opponent into onslaught and waiting until he ran out of stamina before launching a counterattack.

By this time, Lock-Oakbane knew that he had no chance of winning, because Glade's more powerful second axe was slashing towards his chest, and the boar man himself did not have enough strength to resist the blow.

"Phew!"

"Ahh

The battle axe held by Lock-Oak Bane was knocked away, the armor on his chest was pierced by the sharp axe, and bright red blood gushed out, and there was no suspense about the victory, but Glade did not kill him immediately, but raised his left fist, and a "punch" hit Lock-Oak Bane's pig's head, knocking his helmet away and knocking him to the ground.

"Hmm!"

Rock-Oak Bann tried to get up, but the pain from his chest injury prevented him from holding himself up, and Glade rushed in front of him, raising his right leg and stepping on his chest.

"Hmm!"

Lock-Oak Bann screamed in pain, then looked at the orc in front of him, "Why didn't you kill me?" ”

As soon as the words came out, Locke-Oak Bann seemed to think of something, used up his remaining strength, and grinned, "Wait, is it for the orcs who came here a few days ago?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Glade's eyebrows were shocked: "You know something, say it quickly!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey."

Lock-Oak Bann laughed evilly: "I killed all those orcs, and even the flesh was gnawed clean, haha...... Ahem. ”

Speaking of agitation, Locke Oakbane coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

However, Glade was not provoked, instead he looked at the boar man at his feet with pitiful eyes.

In fact, it is not only Glade, but Maleia also knows that Lock-Oak Bann only wants to get relief from death, but this will not solve the problem, and will only continue to expand the conflict between the boar people and the tribe.

"Han Feizi" has clouds: the country is small but not humble, the strength is small but not afraid of the strong, the rude and insulting neighbors, the greedy and clumsy friends, but also perish.

The Boar People are only a second-rate force in Azeroth, how can they compare to the tribe of one of the two major military groups? When Thrall led the orcs to Kalimdor for the first time, it was the perfect opportunity for the boar people to hug their thighs, but they chose to be the enemy of the tribe!

No matter who the leader of the boar people was, making such a decision would be doomed, and the real world would not reason with you!

It's far away, let's get down to business.

Glade, who was not enraged, said, "Lock-Oak Banne, you didn't kill that orc, did you?" ”

"Roar?"

Lock-Oakbann looked at each other incredulously, "How do you know?" ”

Glade leaned down and touched the scar on the top of the boarman's head with his left hand: "Your scar is very new, it should have been left recently, I guess it was the orc's axe in your mouth?" ”

"Hmm......"

Lock-Oak Bann stopped talking, and Glade knew he had guessed right!

"Being able to leave such a scar on your head doesn't look like you've been defeated."

Glade's eyes met Lock-Oakbane's pig-eyed eyes and asked, "How's it going, do you want to tell the truth now?" ”

Lock-Oak Bann snorted a few times before he said, "Orc, don't be complacent! That's right, the last batch of orcs really didn't die at my hands, but their desire to go to the Razor Swamp was purely looking for death, and now that so many days have passed, I haven't seen them come back, which must mean that the person you are looking for is dead! ”

Apparently, the boar man wasn't lying, and Glade's younger brother Graka Stoneaxe did lead the team to Razor Swamp, which was the boar man's stronghold!

"Thank you!"

Glade raised his tomahawk and decapitated Lock-Oak Bann on the spot, and everyone present heard the conversation.

It was still the orc Kitaz-Blade who took the lead: "Glade, wherever you go, I will follow you." ”

The eyes of the others were on him.

Feeling the gaze of the crowd, Glade announced, "Let's set off on the Razor Swamp!" ”

At the same time, Michaela, who was far away on the eastern continent, slowly regained consciousness in the turbulence and woke up:

"Where am I?"

Tobiang, who was sitting across from him, said loudly, "Yo, Ambassador Michaela, you're awake, besides, your drinking is so bad that you only took a few sips before you lay down." ”

That's right!

Michaela finally remembered that she had just arrived in the dwarven town of Sersama last night when she was dragged into a tavern by Tobion to drink, and then she was drunk. Judging by the current situation, Tobiang put himself in the sheep cart and ......

"Ahh

The cold wind blowing outside the car made Michaela can't help but sneeze, and also made him notice that the scenery outside the car was snowy, and it was no longer the green grass of Lockmodan.

"That's right, Ambassador Michaela, you're already in Danmorro."

A hint of regret appeared on Tobiang's face: "It's a pity that you didn't wake up when we passed through the Valley of the Kings, otherwise I would have liked to give you a good introduction." ”

Speaking of King Gu, Michaela remembers that there are statues of two dwarven kings towering over the road, and in the real Azeroth, these two statues are definitely taller and more majestic than in the game.

It's a shame not to see it, but it's not without good news.

I only heard Tobiang say: "Ambassador Michaela, we will soon be at Ironforge, and besides, our King Magni is not in a good mood, so don't do anything strange, otherwise His Majesty will do something, I can't guarantee it." ”

Heh, hehe......

"Michaela, what do you mean by that?" Torina stepped out of her mouth at the right time to ask.

Michaela sighed, "What else could it be, of course, that Princess Moira, the only daughter of the dwarven king Magni, married his sworn enemy, the leader of the Blackstone dwarves, Dagran Thorrison the Great. ”

"Oh, that's it?"

"Aren't they genuinely in love?" ”

"But Princess Moira's father, Magni, doesn't believe it."

Michaela explained, "Mai always believed that it was his nemesis Thorrison who kidnapped his daughter and cast evil magic on her, after all, the Blackstone Dwarves are famous for their spells, even the Flame Lord's big screw...... Well, I'm saying that Ragnaros was summoned by the Blackstone Dwarves. ”

As for why Magni, the king of Ironforge, regarded the same dwarf Thorrison the Great as a mortal enemy, it is necessary to talk about the "Battle of the Three Hammers" between the dwarves, because there is too much content here, you just need to know that after that war, the two sides became mortal enemies.

At this point, Torina concluded: "No wonder Magni does not believe that his daughter is willing to marry Thorrison the Great. ”

In reality, Michaela and his party soon arrived at the gates of Ironforge Castle.

Ironforge was a magnificent city built by the dwarves in the middle of the snowy mountains, for which they even hollowed out the entire mountain. And the result made Michaela exclaim:

"Wow!"

The giant iron gate with a height of more than 100 meters, combined with a giant dwarf sculpture with a height of 100 meters, is enough to shock the newcomer Michaela.

The gate of Ironforge in the game is much smaller than in reality.

"See? This is the great city of our dwarves! ”

Tobiang was also pleased with Michaela's expression, and after completing the customs clearance procedures with the gate guards, the group finally entered the interior of Ironforge Castle.

So, what would the owner of Ironforge, King Magni Copperbeard of the Copperbeard Dwarves, think of Michaela?