Grabbing in the darkness has always been a painful thing for orcs.

Unlike those pointed-eared elves (whether they are night elves or blood elves), orcs, like humans and most other races, do not have any ability to night vision.

On such a rainy night when dark clouds are pressing down on the moonlight and raining down, patrolling and guarding the coast is like a painful thing for most beast soldiers to endure torture in hell.

But Naz Grell didn't think so.

After all, compared to the sufferings he had experienced before, it was nothing more than a cold wind and a heavy rain...

What's more, the task assigned to him by the Chief was even more important and arduous - to patrol the coastline of Durottal and be wary of the raids of the human navy.

Naz Grell comes from the Dark Scar Clan, which is one of the ancient Orc clans of Drano and also participates in two Orc wars.

After Thrall regained the Frost Wolf, Nazgrare followed him to liberate many concentration camps that imprisoned orcs. He has made many contributions and is undoubtedly one of the powerful warriors of the tribe.

Before and after the new chief of Sar led the orcs to land in Kalimdor, Nazgrarel has been serving as Sar's security adviser, assisting the famous Saruphar to control the newly formed Kukaron Guard.

When Durothal was established, the orc warrior was actively maintaining the security of the under-construction tribal capital, and even destroyed the hawks and wild boar robbers around Orgrimmar with the help of Lexus.

It can be said that this orc warrior is definitely one of Thrall's most trusted direct descendants.

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The vast and majestic endless sea always inadvertently displays the majesty of nature alone - the raging wind and rain, the surging waves. When facing the great power of nature, no matter what kind of strong man is, a ray of incomparable awe will grow in his heart.

However, at this moment, Naz Grell had no intention of sighing at the magnificent scenery in front of him, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the seemingly complaining conversations of the rebellious arrogant soldiers and fierce generals under his command.

A huge sense of crisis in the dark enveloped the security consultant's heart. This spiritual sense, which was similar to a dangerous warning, has saved Naz Greer's life more than once on the battlefield in the past.

Whenever this feeling comes to his heart, Naz Greer knows that there is danger or some crisis is about to happen. Naz Greer even laughed at his subordinates to say that this is a "warning of the ancestor spirit."

And now this feeling comes again!

"Everyone is wary, brothers!" Nazgrarel stopped, stared at the deep and dark sea thoughtfully, and reminded his comrades behind him in amid the noise of wind and rain: "I have a bad premonition. The 'Ancestor Spirit' is here again!"

"Oh, Orgrim's hammer! It's bad enough to patrol the coast in such a stormy cold weather. My arms are almost numb. Can't you say something good, Naz Grell?"

"That's right, every time it's a good, bad spirit. Naz Grel, my brother, you're a crow's mouth!"

"Ha. You are all wrong. In fact, Naz Grel is preparing to change his post and practice the shamanic path! Didn't you see how much the 'Ancestor Spirit' prefer him?"

"Hehe, yes! Maybe Naz Grell's talent in Shaman Way is not weaker than that of the Great Chief! Wow, brothers, maybe we can witness the birth of another hero-level shaman?"

"Hahaha……"

Naz Greer's warning and reminder made the Kukaron soldiers behind him burst into a burst of fun. After all, it is not a happy thing to go on a mission in such a bad weather, and the orc warriors will still try their best to have some fun for themselves.

However, no matter how much jokes are, no matter how much jokes are, the hundreds of Kukaron elites with a smile on their faces are not idle. After a while of laughter, they all raised their vigilance, restrained their somewhat dispersed and tired spirits, adjusted their energy to the peak state, and were careful to guard against possible dangers.

Every warrior included in the Kukaron Guard is the most elite warrior of the Orc clan. Each of them can be called a veteran of the battle of hundreds of wars.

Almost every veteran has experienced such mysterious things as crisis warning, and even saved his life with this feeling. Therefore, this seemingly absurd but actually was a battle intuition tempered in countless battles of all sizes. These Kukaron guards all believed it without a doubt!

What's more, these more than a hundred Kukaron elites are brothers who have been familiar with Naz Grell for a long time. They know very well about the repeated but extremely accurate crisis warnings of this security consultant. How could they just treat this reminder as a joke?

After a short time of hard work, there was no laughter or complaint in this Kukaron Guard, which had more than 100 people. Under the leadership of Naz Greer, he quietly followed this coastline called "Coast of Exile" and walked cautiously.

That atmosphere is like a group of wolves lurking in the darkness. They are always ready to start a hunt.

...

"Wait, brothers, stop!"

Suddenly, one of the most sensitive soldiers in the team suddenly raised their arms and made a tactical gesture to stop moving forward. They rushed to the front of the team with a serious expression and listened with a stern face.

Seeing this scene, the Kukaron warriors who had been in a tacit understanding for a long time quickly tightened their bodies and stopped all activities, so as not to make a sound to interfere with their comrades’ inquiries. More than 100 Kukaron elite soldiers were like a group of silent ghosts at this moment...

The storm is still raging, the howling wind, the sound of rolling waves hitting the reefs, and the crisp sound of the rain curtain hitting the earth, becoming the only sound here. It is undoubtedly difficult to find those key and useful sounds in such an environment.

But the scout who spoke was still frowning, trying his best to track down the suspicious sound that had flashed with the sea breeze... until a while later...

"How is it? What did you hear?" Naz Grel, who had a serious expression next to the scout, finally couldn't help but ask. The orc warrior who had been listening to him raised his eyebrows and turned around and said jokingly at Naz Grel and his comrades:

"Hey, guys, I have to admit that Naz Grel is really a crow-mouth!" A hand-spreading orc warrior quickly took another short-handled battle axe around his waist, clenched the two weapons in his hand. The keen Kukaron warrior helped to announce the result: "Brothers, good news, we won the prize!"

"It's the navy of those human cubs! There are at least tens of thousands of people..."

"This group of Zishui fish actually sing in such a storm... Hehe. I think we should give them some unforgettable lessons!"

Hearing the answers of his comrades, the Kukaron guards were all ready to fight, as if they were not in a hurry to fight with the group of human cubs in this storm... As for the enemy, I am scarce, sorry, can you expect a group of macho men who regard death on the battlefield as the highest honor to consider this issue?

Fortunately, not all orc warriors are "reckless and warlike".

Looking at the reactions of his subordinates, Naz Grell's frown was not opened. He glanced at his comrades who were eager to try, and the security consultant made the wisest decision:

"No. Brothers! Let's retreat back to Razor Ridge for the time being!"

A sudden wave of hand interrupted a kind of complaint and sigh of the orc warriors slightly dissatisfied, Naz Grell spoke without any doubt: "Don't forget our mission. The most important goal is to pass on the news of the coming humans back!"

The Adjutant Sal, wearing a wolf-headed mask, paused slightly, and after a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he promised:

"As for combat, believe me... it is absolutely indispensable!"

"It's just that the battlefield is not here!"

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After a long time, when Naz Greer led more than a hundred Kukaron guards to Razor Ridge to report on the human invasion, a huge fleet had approached the long "coast of exile".

What resounds in the sea breeze are the loud singing of the men on the sea:

"When you pass through a storm, please raise your head! Don't be afraid of the darkness, at the end of the storm, there is a golden sky, and the sweet singing of Lark... Through the wind and through the rain. Your dreams may be shattered, but move forward with the hope in your heart!"

"You will never walk alone-"

"You will never walk alone-"

"You will never walk alone-"

(If I don’t say the source of the song, there are a bunch of brothers who will know... This is how the storm on the beach comes and goes quickly.

When the cold night passed and the sun was reignited by the sky, the storm that roared last night had already stopped unknowingly.

The morning light of the sun shines through the mottled bushes, and the withered branches fall on the ground, adding a rare light to the originally dim dust swamp.

The erosion of the heavy rain swept away the stench of the quagmire of all sizes in the swamp. After a storm, it seemed that even the originally dull and dead dust swamp was a little more angry.

The biological clock is a wonderful thing. When the sun "Anshe" spreads out the first ray of light of the new day, Old Tang, leaning against the rock wall and closing his eyes at the entrance of the cave, suddenly opened his eyes. He took a greedy breath of the fresh air after the rain.

After slapping his butt and jumping up from the ground, Old Tang stretched out exaggeratedly, moved his muscles and bones and walked out of the cave, and started a day's morning exercise.

Fist twice every morning and hammer a few times. Morning exercises aimed at maintaining one's own state have become an indispensable program in Lao Tang's increasingly regular life. Since traveling to this world full of crisis, this self-disciplined and beneficial good habit has been maintained for several years. Even the occasional behavior of staying in bed or getting up late now makes Lao Tang feel uncomfortable.

To be honest, such low-intensity training has almost no effect on Lao Tang's strength improvement now, but Lao Tang still has no intention of giving up the habit of morning exercises.

At least this can remind Lao Tang every day of what a dangerous plane the world of his life is, so as not to make his current strength improve by leaps and bounds. Lao Tang, who can already shock one side, becomes arrogant and arrogant, and finally capsizes in the gutter and dies of a misfortune.

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The dust swamp in the daytime is very different from the ghostly shadows in the middle of the night, like ghosts, and is filled with a majestic breath of life.

A heavy rain that many people regard as troublesome has made Lao Tang, who is intoxicated by the dim morning light, refreshed and refreshed.

The birds chirped, the toads and vipers flashing in the bushes, and the insects that struggled to trek in the accumulated rain... This was the first time Lao Tang felt from the bottom of his heart that the dust swamp, a land that had been unpopular before, was so vibrant and comfortable.

Of course, it would be even more wonderful without the harassment of those big crawlers.

Old Tang thought of the two big crocodiles who had already been twisted by himself and threw them at his feet.

With only Lao Tang and Jaina, the task of vigil naturally fell on the man Lao Tang. Although everyone has different camps, Lao Tang is not a guy who loves to take on everything, but Lao Tang still has such a gentlemanly demeanor.

After all, Jaina, who has lost her power now, has been struggling for a night to guard against the dangers that may arise at any time... Old Tang is not so immoral and unkind.

Anyway, the physical energy spent on sleepless vigil all night is very small for Lao Tang, a tauren man.

When did you see a talented and endurance-strength tauren feeling exhausted?

...

Having just done a few warm-up moves, and before he even took out his two warhammers activities, Lao Tang's morning exercise plan today had to die in the middle.

The reason is nothing special, the ground conditions at this time are really bad.

The soil of the dust slug swamp is soft, has strong water storage, and has many quagmire pools. It is not a secret for the native natives of Kalimdo. Whenever the oceanic meteorological activities of the endless sea are active, it almost turns into a water town.

Those bottomless swamps and quagmire have been devouring many lives for thousands of years.

Otherwise, the local natives, such as centaurs and wild boars, would never give up easily this fertile land with sufficient meat, and would rather struggle in a dry and hot and water-scarce area like barren land.

Except for those fat ogres with vitality comparable to Xiaoqiang, and those goblin merchants who regard wealth as their lives, Lao Tang really doesn't know that there are other intelligent races that can endure the harsh natural environment here for a long time.

Now after a heavy rain, the soft soil has become more muddy and sticky, which makes the road conditions even more unbearable.

Old Tang, who was practicing in the morning, only took a few steps, and the large slurry of mud was tightly stained on Old Tang's huge cow's hooves. The mud was about a foot deep. Even when Old Tang's feet were cut off, he could only pull out his feet and throw the mud out with a lot of strength.

A deep and shallow trekking on such a land is a difficult to endure torture for a race like the Tauren who is good at rushing and running. At least, Lao Tang was very troubled by these mud roads that were enough to make travelers suffer.

Because, under such a road condition, even if the horsepower of the mechanical road tyrant is strong, he will not be able to gallop on the road. In other words, if you want to cross the dust swamp and return to the terrifying totem sentry, Lao Tang and Jaina have to move forward with their own feet, and this will undoubtedly greatly delay the return date of the stealth team...

This is not good news. After all, every time you delay a day, the greater the possibility and harm of the war between the Kultilas Navy and the tribe. The greater the casualties, the deeper the hatred... This will be a vicious cycle with no end.

Old Tang began to worry that even with the help of Gianna, Dalin Proudmore would force him to submit, and those ordinary soldiers would be slandered because of their anger. They could ignore or directly ignore the orders of the senior management!

Of course, if Lao Tang interprets it from the other hand, the bad road conditions brought by the heavy rain may be good news.
To be continued...