The name......

Needless to say, for Lanlos, he knew the meaning of the name very well.

Compared to a younger orc chief like Durotan, Kargas is not only superior in strength, but also has skill and experience that can swell the former's face.

Each of the first batch of Broken Hand Orcs was a gladiator who had achieved the Hundred Slash in the Ogre Arena, and Kargas was able to stand at the top of such a group of people, not only with his indestructible will, but also with his unspeakable killing skills.

It's just that the chief of the Broken Hand Clan actually appears in Shadowmoon Valley, and it's also the border area of Amberi Village?

This is going to make trouble......

"I don't need outsiders to get involved in my fights. Seeing the thin creature look around warily, Kargas smiled, not knowing whether he was praising the other man's alertness or mocking him for his unnecessary carelessness.

He is Kargas, he is a victorious general in the arena, his battles are full of honor, and when he wields his butcher's knife, everyone must retreat. Any creature that tries to snatch his prey, must die!

Faced with a battle-spirited Kargas, Lanlos seemed to have made some decision and jumped from the canopy.

At the moment when the other party landed, Kargas's eyes shone with scarlet brilliance, his tense legs splashed with large fallen leaves, and his heavy and dense steps were like thunderous war drums, carrying his arm knife, galloping forward.

Without expecting the other party to carry forward any chivalrous spirit, Lanlos was already ready to face the battle.

The surging magic lifts the hem of the garment, forming an intricate spell model at breakneck speed. With a dazzling orange-red light, the roaring flames tore through the air, like a swooping dragon, straight forward.

The seemingly bulky and muscular physique burst with astonishing agility, and Kargas's form flashed, almost clinging to the edge of the flame blast to come in front of him.

The latter even smelled the scorching scorching skin of the skin, but the orc did not stop at all, and the scimitar embedded in the flesh slashed down.

While!

Ignoring Elunis' resistance, Lanloth raised the Staff of the Protector to block it, and the unimaginable explosive force made him half a cut shorter, and the flameburst that was about to activate was interrupted.

It wasn't until this moment that Lanlos really felt the different advantages of the high-level combat power of different classes.

Blocking an attack of this strength as a spellcaster and wanting to fight back is really, too conceited.

The same thought flashed across Kargas's face, accompanied by a roar of disdain and disdain, followed by another whistling of whiplegs.

The next moment, Kargas was stunned. The enemy was torn in half by his own kick, and the black mist quickly dissipated.

No, in the back!

The orc's reaction could already be said to be very fast, but in the face of Lanloth's scheming, he was still a step slower. As soon as the figure of the black-robed mage came into view, a fireball the size of a basin had already brought the scorching heat in front of him.

Boom –

The roaring flames engulfed Kargas in an instant like a merciless beast.

"Let's go!"

Retracting the Exterminator, Lanloth picked up Irel and Alena and just as they sprinted into the distance, High Invisibility completely erased their figures.

At the same time, an orc covered in scorched black marks burst out of the flames, and his originally flowing black hair curled in a large area, looking extremely embarrassed.

The prey slipped away from his fingertips, and Kagaston erupted in an earth-shattering roar: "Coward, your battle has no honor!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of orcs, also one-armed, appeared from the jungle one by one.

"Catch them, live or die!"

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"What did you say?!" After hearing the information from the smashing hand scout, Sarufar almost smashed the table in front of him with a fist, "Kargas let the witnesses go?"

Although the Broken Hand Orcs boasted that they were not afraid of heaven and earth, it was in a suspenseful gladiatorial fight, and the scout showed obvious fear in the face of those who knew they could not defeat: "The chief has led the other scouts in pursuit, and according to the spies near the village of Delaney, they have not yet brought the news back to the village. ”

"It's really ......" Sarufar resisted the urge to scold, angry and helpless.

Although the tribe has been formed for several months, the different clans are not so harmonious in uniting and fighting. Each clan has its own unwavering traditional principles, and while it may unnecessarily hinder the tribe's plans, it is an honor for orcs to regard as a second life.

"If Kargas fails, the plan of the Great Chief ......" spoke as a lightly armed orc standing up straight, his identity being attested to by the well-tended sword behind his back.

Itreig, another lieutenant of the Black Hand, is also the second person in charge of this project.

That's why Sarufar is so annoyed.

Recently, the Iron Hoof of the Horde has been advancing towards the Draenei's territory, but recently, they have suddenly discovered that many of the Draenei have withdrawn their supplies and personnel from the gathering place before they can start the killing.

In order to prevent the Draenei from completing the cluster and launching a counterattack, Sarufar and Itreg led a force deep into the Valley of the Shadowmoon in an attempt to intercept them on the road to the Temple of Carabo.

However, after so many days of investigation, they were surprised to find that there was no trace of the Draenei's large army marching, whether it was the avenue or the path.

Until they get Gul'dan's information, the portal.

Now, they have determined that the village of Ampoli is building this large portal to the temple of Carabo, and when the spatial passage is opened, their large army will launch a surprise attack. Once the portal is captured, the orc forces will be able to break through the defenses of the Carabo Temple and smash the Yellow Dragon.

Together with the other forces already in position outside the temple, the breach of this place of faith in the Draenei is just around the corner. When the time comes, it will not only severely damage the enemy's military strength, but also deal a serious blow to their faith.

However, if the ambush was exposed due to Calgas's negligence, once the Delaney gave up on building the portal, the entire battle plan would be in vain.

"Itrieg. Sighing helplessly, Sarufar put his hope on the sword master next to him, "Please." ”

As soon as the words fell, the orcs who had been standing in the tent like steel spears disappeared.

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Standing on a high slope, Kargas looked out over the jungle, and behind him, a large crystal village shone with an impossible light to ignore.

Knowing that stealth prey came and went, Kargas didn't scurry around the jungle like a headless fly, and he guarded all the roads leading to the village of Ambury with most of his scouts.

He was sure that he and his subordinates would not miss the smell of blood emanating from the badly injured Delaney.

"Did you find anything?" Kargas scratched at the long, curly hair, the annoyance on his face barely noticeable.

At some point, a scout with a broken hand appeared behind him and handed over the object in his hand that reflected a faint glow: "The search party found this in the woods. ”

In front of him was a heavy metal chest guard, with several pits of various sizes scattered across the right waist, and dried blue blood forming an ominous and terrifying abstract painting on the surface of the plate.

It's the Delaney woman's.

Of course, Kargas will not forget the wound he inflicted, and immediately turned his scrutinizing eyes on the scout.

"We still had residual heat when we found it, and it seems that they didn't get far because of the drag of the wounded man. ”

"I'm afraid, it won't be long in the process. Kargas looked at the blinding village of Delaney, suppressed anger and bloodthirsty light gushing in his eyes.

Hearing this, the scout obviously had something in mind, and his gaze unconsciously shifted downward, catching the faint flickering dark shadows on the spikes that dotted the opponent's knee pads.