Do you think [Junchen Tianya] was arrested because of ‘shooting off cannons in the city and confinement reporting’?
wrong!
The truth of the matter is:
Many big guys beat their chests and said: "Why is that kid so...childish? He actually lost his shit! Just pull a bomb made by a dwarf and throw it down. Maybe he will kill the orc chief and change the direction of the entire battle."
In fact, they think too much.
Players all know that Orgrim may die from various weapons, and this definitely does not include the black powder bombs that the dwarfs use now.
His last name is [Doomhammer]!
Without fire resistance, how can I use this fire-breathing hammer?
The former warchief Blackhand took back the [Doomhammer] from the volcano in order to fight against the ogre army in his hometown. His fist turned into stone and looked like carbon, which is why he got the name [Blackhand].
The chaotic fire elemental power on [Doomhammer] is much more terrifying than the branding iron, and even the weaker ones cannot control it.
According to player estimates, Orgrim's fire-resistant skin and the legendary unconfirmed boss template are enough to take down Ragnaros the Firelord.
As for why it was mistaken for hair removal cream but was mistaken for Xiang, it's because the stuff produced by Goblin is too smelly.
Even if it was just a small bucket, when they were loading the griffin, many griffin managers pinched their noses and complained...
Regardless of whether what they threw was hair removal cream, they are now regarded as the great man who made Orgrim butterfly swim in the manure pit.
After poor Orgrim returned, he took a bath in the river with his fellow sufferer Grom. After bathing for a long time, they discovered a fact that made them desperate and angry - they seemed to be bald, and their hair and beards were falling out in large quantities.
Moreover, the head and upper body will emit green fluorescence slightly.
Yes, this thing is just like installing a 10-watt green energy-saving light bulb. It looks much weirder.
Forget it, there is a smell similar to Xiang lingering all over their bodies, which cannot be washed away no matter how hard they wash it.
Downstream of the river, a large number of poor fish and shrimps turned their stomachs and died suddenly on the spot.
Father Ho was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "I want to kill all those despicable humans!"
Although Orgrim was equally grief-stricken and angry, he still held back: "Don't fall into the trap, but I have a better way to get revenge..."
On the other side, the orcs' advance in the Hillsbrad Foothills was hindered.
Because the extremely mysterious [Trident] Legion is here again.
This mysterious army sprinkles spicy and sour smelling stuff all over the map, not only destroying the sense of smell of the wargs, but also comes with its own snow version of ghillie suits and powerful crossbows, attacking orcs everywhere.
Even if he encounters a flying dragon or is caught by a large troop of wolf cavalry, he will face him head-on as if he is dead.
Anyway, people from the Warsong and Dragonmaw clans did not take advantage of these guys with the trident mark.
Many times there were no people alive or dead bodies, only blood on the ground and scattered orc weapons, items, etc., indicating that they had been attacked.
If you go out to get water, you won't be able to come back unless there are a hundred people.
A hundred people are not safe either.
One time, he was rescued, and 30 orc warriors and 75 peons all became father-in-laws.
It only took half an hour at most, and the technique was so skillful that it was outrageous.
Occasionally, when a few [Trident] soldiers were caught, those guys would have weird smiles on their faces, then they would foam at the mouth and hang up at the drop of a hat, never giving the orcs a chance to torture them.
Orgrim originally thought that there were not many of these human elites and they would be gone once they were killed. However, it seemed that these thousands of people could not be killed no matter what. They were harassing the major orc clans day and night like flies.
The frontal battle situation seems to have stagnated.
On December 25th, poor Azeroth didn't have a single quarter left. In the Hinterlands Eagle's Nest Mountain, a strange team gathered.
In a closed cave tavern, two dwarf guards stood guard at the door.
Two slim figures covered in cloaks showed their tokens to the guards and were put into the gate.
The place is full of typical dwarf-style decorations. Although the tables and chairs are rough and bold, the overall tone of the tavern is warm. On the walls, there are specimen heads of various prey hanging, and small wooden signs say when so-and-so was hunted.
The torches hanging on the wall were lit, illuminating the tavern quite brightly.
As soon as the two girls came in, they saw a short winter melon with white hair and white beard, drinking ale boldly from a wooden wine glass thicker than a human arm.
"Ahh! Are you my companions in this operation? Let me introduce myself, I am Kurtaz, a poor man who lost his territory and just became a paladin under the guidance of Archbishop Fao. This time I am
Self-recommended."
Lord?
This word is quite sensitive.
They took off their hoods, revealing a delicate face.
"Uh, elf?" Kurtaz was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "Anyway, you can ask me to do whatever you want, don't ask me to guard the dog hole every day. As long as I can defeat the orcs, I am willing to obey the command."
The leading silver-haired female elf was also stunned for a moment: "Aren't you the commander? Uh, sorry, let me introduce myself first. I am Vereesa Windrunner, a ranger. Next to me is Valeera Sagunar.
.”
The blond female elf covered half of her face, her green eyes flashed coldly, and she faintly uttered two words: "Thief."
After saying that, Valeera put on her hood again and leaned into the corner of the tavern. Even if she wasn't sneaking, if she didn't look carefully, she wouldn't be able to spot the female thief who had blended into the shadows.
Vereesa was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, this is the temperament of my fellow racer."
The short man waved his hand: "It's okay, thieves are all like this, I understand."
At this moment, a fourth person entered the tavern, a human with strange crimson hair.
The pair of dark green eyes under the thick fiery red hair looked at the two people in front of them curiously, and then they were surprised to find Valeera hiding in the corner.
The sudden movement of turning his head made the scar on his nose more obvious in the firelight.
Even so, this male mage never looks ugly - he has a strong and graceful chin and an angular face. And a pair of arch-like eyebrows make his expression always look full of bitter irony.
, and maintain a skeptical attitude towards everyone.
This seemingly superior demeanor made the first three a little unhappy.
It was Vereesa who spoke first: "Oh, are you the commander of our team? Your Majesty the Mage."
"Commander? Well, I'm not." The male mage realized that his appearance once again caused him trouble in communicating with other people: "In fact, I'm worried that too many people will bring danger to my teammates.
Well, my name is Ronin, a mage sent by the Kirin Tor Council."
Kurtaz muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Then there must be a commander."
Vereesa couldn't help but have strange thoughts.
Kurtaz did not say his origin, but he showed his family crest without hesitation. According to the style, he was at least an upper-middle-class noble. If the commander was not powerful enough, he might not be able to suppress the dwarf.
The head is big.
At this moment, the door of the tavern opened again, and an excessively young human came in.
"Duke Stratholme!?" Vereesa was dumbfounded.
Not only her, but also the rest of the team members in the tavern showed surprised expressions.
"I can't come?" McDonald smiled slightly.
"No, um, your identity, uh, don't you need to command the army?" Vereesa was a little incoherent.
"The road is blocked by heavy snow, and the army cannot be mobilized at all. Compared with other things, the Red Dragon Legion is the biggest threat. These days, even the king can die for his country, why can't I, a little duke, take risks?"
McDonald spoke so calmly that the other four people couldn't help but feel sincere admiration in their hearts.
