Chapter 63 Failed Assassination, One Turn Barbecue
"My wolf!" Orgrim suddenly turned around and ran away. His heartbroken voice sounded like a young man whose electric car was smashed.
Ahem!
Of course, he did not come out alone. Behind him, there was a burly orc and two followers.
The wargs of the orcs are very spiritual and have long been like relatives of the orcs. The voice of their precious war wolves is absolutely unmistakable. Most of the time, wargs are very reassuring. When they see a large number of enemies, they will definitely choose
Evacuate.
The fact that it screams like this only proves that it has been tricked.
The orc camp was built next to an unburned forest with a river running through it, making it convenient for hunting and water collection.
As soon as he rushed to a place thirty meters away from the river, Orgrim's eyes turned red. A large wooden stake as thick as a bowl was stuck on his leg. Half of his body was covered with frost. He was grinning and threatening the crowd.
It was followed by dozens of chirping murlocs.
When he saw the fish-man mage haunted by the water element, his heart skipped a beat!
"Get away from my Desha!"
Of course, the murlocs couldn't understand the orc language, so when they saw the ferocious Orgrim, the murlocs... were frightened.
He didn't even use [Bold Roar], "Oh!" A strange cry came out, and the fishmen fled in all directions.
However, when Orgrim strode past, he was careless.
He originally thought that this was another good thing done by the annoying fish-man, but he thought that a simple sling trap suddenly pulled him up into the air like a green onion.
"Trap!?" His pupils shrank suddenly, and Orgrim immediately realized that this was not the work of the fishman.
Murlocs can't make such a large trap that can pull up orcs!
"Whoa!" He shouted loudly, and even though he was on his head on the ground and his feet in the air, he still twisted around and smashed the [Destruction Hammer] against the thick branch that hung him.
The fierce flames exploded, and the branches supporting the sling were blown away, and his whole body fell to the ground.
This is just the beginning!
As if the landing point of his landing was accurately calculated, a large tree trunk that required at least three people to hug suddenly swung from the side and slammed into Orgrim who was unable to dodge in the air.
No!
Not one!
Seven or eight large tree trunks swung out at the same time, clearly aiming at his possible fall route.
"Don't underestimate me -" Orgrim burst out with anger, and immediately several illusory shields made of giant beast skulls appeared around him, spinning counterclockwise to block Orgrim.
This is the professional skill of the warrior [Shield Wall], which can greatly reduce the damage suffered by the warrior in a short period of time.
Even so, after being hit hard by a large tree trunk weighing several tons, Orgrim's body turned into a meteor, flew far away, and vomited a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
This was not the end. Just as he was about to land, more than thirty murloc spears were thrown at him like a shadow.
At the same time, not far away, more than twenty mysterious people covered with leaves [geely suits] suddenly stood up.
[Yu Fox Fairy] shouted sharply: "Kill!"
The powerful crossbows in their hands all made a dull sound.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"No!" Orgrim was really shocked.
He couldn't imagine anyone with such ruthless serial killing moves.
At this moment, a giant orc man about the same size as him rushed over, swinging his war hammer violently. The round war hammer stirred up a strong wind, and the fishman's spear was blown away, and even the crossbow was slightly deflected.
Diagonally, block at least 90% of projectiles.
When he saw the figure wearing a white wolf fur shawl, Orgrim couldn't help but feel warm in his heart: "Durotan!?"
That's right, the person who saved him was none other than his good friend Durotan, the leader of the Frostwolf Clan.
As one of the strongest tribal chiefs, Durotan's combat prowess is beyond doubt.
Just as Durotan roared loudly, preparing to fight to the death with the mysterious assassin, the guy on the opposite side suddenly withdrew.
[Delicious and nourishing white jam]: "The wind is tight, pull it!"
[Heaven's Feather]: "Run!"
The two tribe bosses were dumbfounded. They had just seen that the person in charge was a human, but before they could react, the other party had already failed to hit the target and immediately ran away with the crossbow.
Of course, as a player, it is normal for the thief not to go short.
Just when Orgrim fell, enduring dizziness and using brute force to tear off the ropes binding his legs, a large green net popped out and covered his wolf.
"Ouch!" The wolf struggled fiercely, but this large-scale web made of vines mixed with the silk of the giant spider in the forest was not something it could resist.
Orgrim only saw hundreds of murlocs emerging from the river, dragging several thick ropes and quickly dragging the wolves into the river.
"Desa!" He shouted the name of his wolf warrior in vain and despair, but he couldn't do anything.
The two orcs who came with Durotan were originally running slowly, but as soon as they came over, they were shot into hedgehogs by a sudden round of horse arrows from the humans.
This time, even Durotan did not dare to approach casually, and could only watch helplessly as his good friend the warg was dragged into the water. The humans wearing straw clothes jumped into the river under the cover of the fishmen.
Orgrim struggled to get up and approached the river a little dazedly. He did not dare to go too close.
He thought this was the end of grief.
But no!
He immediately saw a scene that made him jealous.
His warg was injured first, and after drinking a lot of water, his struggle was already very weak.
Those hateful humans actually let the fishmen drag Desha ashore in front of him, then quickly set up a bonfire and barbecue grill and started killing wolves!
Instead of using a big knife, use a small dagger to cut the skin and cut the flesh raw from the legs.
"Bastard -" Durotan cursed angrily. The Frostwolf clan is famous for cultivating war wolves. No one knows better than him that the relationship between the master and the wargs has long gone beyond the love of comrades. They are simply family members.
generally.
The group of humans opposite clearly did this on purpose.
That’s right!
On the opposite side, a thunderous war cry sounded.
“Lok’Tar-ar!gar!gar!gar!gar!”
The good 'win or die', shouted to these old hermaphrodites, turned into 'win or die'!
You said you didn’t mean it? Who would believe it?
[Xuansu in the pile of old papers]: "Friends on the top of the mountain, get angry!"
[Crayfish King]: "Dip up! Di didi di di di -"
Those who dance on horseback, those who raise their hands and wave, those who scream strangely.
Incited by the sand sculpture players, even the onlookers became excited and followed them to play human waves in a decent manner.
Forget it all, a group of players worked together to set up the warg and perform a live performance of roasting wolf meat.
The Sichuan dialect is booming.
"Boss, please bring some ginger and green onions!"
“Boss, give me some cumin!”
"Boss, give me some peanuts!"
…
This group of unscrupulous guys couldn't succeed in the assassination and turned into a barbecue party.
This scene is very similar to what my husband is currently committing.
Durotan on the opposite side couldn't stand it anymore: "Orgrim, let's go!"
The past cannot pass away. Human beings are so insidious. Who dares to say that there are no murlocs lurking in the turbid river water in front of us?
The river is ten meters wide, its depth is unknown, and both sides of the river bank are within the range of javelins.
If you can't get through, you have to be fooled by the other side. Who can bear this anger?
Orgrim shook his head and refused. His bloodshot eyes were full of firmness and determination. He gritted his teeth and his arms trembled: "I have an obligation to accompany my wolf until the end. I have to watch carefully.
What kind of fighting power will a race that the chief thinks is cowardly and vulnerable unleash."
They and the orcs who came after them really just watched these humans and murlocs quarreling for half an hour, and finally left a bunch of murlocs behind, patted their butts and left.
That night, Orgrim fell ill.
He still couldn't completely escape the assassin's plot - it turned out that there was a series of inconspicuous jagged teeth on the inside of the lasso that pulled up his ankle, which was covered with fish-man saliva. After being pricked, the wound became infected and he developed a fever.
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Lothar on the front line quickly felt the delay in the orcs' troop deployment.
