Smelling the smell of meat in the air in their own camp, many orcs were both aroused and cursed.
Because, this is the aroma of [Dry Grilled Wolf Meat Skewers].
The recipe is two portions of wolf ribs and one portion of Stormwind City's specialty seasoning...
In the night breeze, a group of bitches roasted wolf meat, sang songs, and even had beer. It couldn't be too depraved.
[Three high-voltage lines]: "Grilled wolf meat! I like to eat it——"
Opposite, that small clan of orcs named Bei Feng, which didn't even leave a name in history, didn't dare to come out in the middle of the night to hunt down those hateful humans.
It's strange that the orcs of this clan generally suffer from night blindness.
It's not like they have never sent wargs out to find enemies on their own, but the wargs that went out all turned into wolf steaks.
The despicable and shameless nature of the humans across from them was completely beyond the imagination of these simple orcs.
All kinds of traps that have never been heard of, such as bear traps, are already child's play: for example, poison is put into the stomach of a live rabbit, and the wolf will flee alive after eating it; for example, the place where the wolf peed will suddenly spray
When the poisonous mist comes out, the wolf will be attacked as soon as he smells it.
Then, the most shameful thing is that a warg actually defected.
Looking at the wargs being ridden by humans with their tails between their legs, the orcs felt that it was simply a shame to the tribe!
Near the camp here.
[Lanlan] shouted at a warg with a low eyebrow and a submissive look, resembling a wronged little wife: "Erha! Hands!"
This gray-haired warg, who was obviously much taller than the human in front of him, obediently held out his paw, then looked timidly at his companion who was still being slaughtered not far away, and trembled when he heard his dying cry.
Well, it’s hard to be a wolf!
In fact, wolves and dogs are the same species and are not even reproductively isolated from each other.
When cowardice becomes a habit, the wolf becomes a dog.
Wargs...should be like this too (manual funny)!
Humans just approached the orcs' camp within a hundred meters at night without restraint, but the orcs had nothing to do.
The orcs and wolves who went out at night have not come back!
After the bounty hunter led by the player successfully suppressed the tribe's night activities, Grian Stallman's men took action.
That night, it seemed as dead as ever, but who knew that countless flickering fires were lit upwind less than a hundred meters away from the camp.
Those are rockets!
As we all know, hairy people are weak in fire!
Whether it is a fluffy warg, an orc with slightly longer body hair who likes to wear animal skins, or a wooden camp, they are all weak to fire.
This weakness cannot be eliminated until one learns to cover the camp fences with plaster.
When more than a thousand rockets fell on the flammable camp, the outcome was already decided.
"ah!"
"Fire! It's on fire!"
The war wolves in the wolf pen howled and roared, twisting their bodies desperately, instinctively trying to escape from this flaming hell. They howled at their masters, only to find that their masters were also covered in fire and rolling on the ground desperately.
The furs cherished by the orcs became death patches for the messengers of Hades. The bones of large prey they collected became stumbling traps, hindering their escape.
The entire camp was in flames. The worst thing was that in order to avoid the harassment of the fishmen, the camp was quite far away from the water source, so even if we tried to put out the fire, we couldn't save it.
The orcs who finally broke out of the camp gate were hit by crossbows again.
[Grandpa Bear’s old schoolbag]: “Kill the duck!”
[Blood Jade]: "Quan Jude expresses his thumbs up!"
[Chip Ah]: "Charge the duck!"
[Summer Witch]: "Wait a minute, what did the duck do wrong? You have to attack the duck?"
That’s right, it’s so easy for sand sculpture players to lose their fighting style.
Looking at the orcs who were burned half to death, the victory of mankind came as a matter of course.
On the night of October 12th, the first year of the Dark Gate, seven orc clans were expelled from the tribe, and eight clans were maimed.
Although they were all small clans with less than a thousand members, they still caused quite a shock in the tribe.
Perhaps the only good thing is that the orcs set up camp in clan units and did not form a true burning camp.
All Lothar's good luck came to an end with a heavy snowfall the next day.
A super cold current from the direction of Ironforge crossed the strait and brought heavy snow.
When the white snow covered Elwynn Forest, the human guerrilla war suddenly suffered a heavy blow.
Snow makes humans lose the opportunity to easily cover their footprints. The key is that most rivers are frozen, and the thickness of the ice exceeds 40 centimeters.
When the Murloc card was abolished, it also allowed the Frostwolf clan to shine.
[Green Brown]: "Holy shit! Is there snow in Elwynn Forest?"
[Embarrassed Me]: "Nah! Frost Wolf joined the war for Mao!?"
【Ding Dong is a ⑨】: "This is different from the history we know!"
[Ten Thousand Years Snake Skin]: "Isn't it because the door of darkness opened, which affected the environment and brought about the El Nilo climate?"
[A handful of small worlds]: "Fart! How can there be so much astronomy in this world!"
Not to mention the people of Stormwind Kingdom, even the players were confused.
Without the intense heat, the frost wolves that grew up in the cold snowfields were no longer sick and tired, but became truly terrifying cavalry.
More than three thousand wolf cavalry are chasing humans all over the world.
In the snow with a thickness of more than half a meter, the horses are obviously not as thick as the fleshy palms, almost like frost wolves flying on the snow.
If you could put your camera in the sky and look down, you would see that the front line of more than fifty kilometers is full of human beings who are being chased north.
In the Goldshire military camp, looking at the fiery red girl in front of him, Lothar made a cruel decision.
[Zhuo Xiao] stared at Lothar: "Do you hope that the Trident Legion can take the initiative to attack and kill the Wolf Cavalry in exchange for the safe evacuation of other troops?"
"If the troops were to be replaced, I would never make such a request, even if it was a militia group of 10,000 people, I would not change it. But at this time, there is a refugee group of 5,000 people in the southeast of Jinjin Town.
..." Lothar did not dare to look into her eyes. He lowered his head deeply and sighed: "I know this is a very selfish request, and you have no obligation to help the Kingdom of Storm to this extent..."
"I understand." Without any extra words, the girl accepted a mission that was almost certain to die.
Lothar felt a little lost. He followed the girl's footsteps and walked out of the headquarters. He only saw the girl raising her hand and saying a gentle greeting that he didn't understand.
That's Chinese: "Hi! Brothers, the January period has arrived."
No nonsense, the Trident soldiers who were lazily scattered throughout the camp like second-rate men, their armors in tatters, and they looked like a group of deserters suddenly had smiles on their faces.
That is a smile that knows its own destiny!
That is a smile that is generous enough to die!
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers along the entire defense line were discussing who would be the responding unit.
Now, there is an answer.
The soldiers were suddenly moved!
They thought that this guest army, which was already good enough, would not take on such a cruel mission.
not at all!
They hummed songs like this, carrying their big swords, and walked out of the camp gate leisurely, heading eastward.
Three hours later, looking at the sparse comrades rolling back, and then looking at the fire soaring into the sky ten kilometers away, countless Storm soldiers shed tears of sadness.
"They are heroes..." Bolvar gently patted Anduin Lothar on the shoulder.
"Yeah. But as the commander-in-chief, my daily duty is to send the right soldiers to the right place to die." After saying this, there was already moisture in the corners of Kolosa's eyes.
…
Many years later, when a girl with a fiery red body and a group of ruffians walked to the Memorial Cemetery of the First Dark Portal War outside Stormwind City, they saw an epic weapon in the shape of a trident [Shadow Strike] inserted in [
In front of the tombstone in Trident Cemetery, the girl and everyone suddenly cursed.
"Who the hell thought to come out and stick a dung fork here!?"
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