In a hidden valley on the Arachi Highlands, tens of thousands of orcs were burying pots to make rice and camping.

The originally empty and quiet valley became noisy and noisy because of the visits of the orcs. It was lunch time, thousands of large pots of meat were simmering and simmering, and the rich aroma of meat wafted throughout the valley. The orcs who rekindled their hopes and belief in life and fighting now seemed no longer the dim eyes that they had in the prisoner-of-war camp, their eyes were dull, like walking corpses. They sat on the ground around the big pot and campfire, pouring wine seized from humans into their throats, laughing and scolding each other, and the atmosphere was warm.

A group of orcs who looked obviously much more haggard than the people around them were eating rye bread and drinking thick broth. They were the latest group of people who had just been rescued from the shelter by Sar and the Hammer of Destruction. They were regaining their freedom and finding the meaning of life. Although they were still a little weak in their bodies, the brave army that once swept the Eastern Kingdoms fearlessly, and their strong and heroic temperament returned to them again. It won’t take long for these orcs to become the invincible tribe legion! Any enemy who blocks them from rescuing their compatriots and regaining honor will be crushed mercilessly!

"Everything I'm fighting for now is right!" Thrall, dressed in steel chain armor, stood at the door of the camp's tent, holding his arms and looking at the exciting scenes in the camp, muttering to himself in a daze. He has always believed that saving his tribe is his mission! This cause is just and noble! No race can enslave another wise race with any high-sounding excuse! No one can do it! As if in order to respond to his thoughts, the spirit of nature began to surge around him with joy!

For a moment, Thrall felt that the elemental power he had just mastered filled his whole body, becoming more powerful and powerful! Some mysterious thought fragments helped him understand the shamanic teachings more deeply and meticulously, making his connection with the wild spirit and the elemental spirit more closely connected.

"Shar, what are you thinking?" A loud and loud voice sounded from the camp behind Shar. This breath of decisiveness and determination can be easily felt from it. The majestic voice interrupted Shar's understanding, but Shar himself did not care about it. The young shaman turned around and responded respectfully to the master of the figure: "Nothing, my chief! I am just feeling that we are one step closer to success! Liberating our tribe and awakening their fighting spirit is no longer just an illusory dream!"

The master of the voice is the chief of all orcs, the most powerful, most prestigious and stature among the orcs! - Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction!

"I want to thank you, young Thrall! Without your help, I could not do this today! You are one of the wisest and most powerful shamans I have ever seen! You are as outstanding as your father!" This heroic and powerful tribal chief walked to Thrall, put his knuckles thick, and Kong Wu's powerful hand on the shoulders of the young shaman, and said in a sincere and proud tone: "You are already one of the heroes and leaders of the orcs! Thrall, Durotan will be proud of you!"

"Yes, the son of Durotan! You have made great contributions to our brothers being able to regain freedom and rebirth!" Another tough and wild voice came from the camp. A burly and strong orc warrior stood up with a ferocious and sharp-handed battle axe and came to the two of them. "You will be a qualified commander and leader, Thar! You have done what we have always wanted to do but have not done! You deserve the word hero!"

"Hellscream Clan, I am not as good as you said. I am worthy of the title of hero. I..." Hearing the praise of another powerful orc hero Grom*Hellscream, Thrall did not dare to be arrogant and responded quickly. But his words were usually interrupted by the powerful hammer of destruction.

"Haha, okay, Thrall, my adjutant, don't say it anymore! Grom is right, your achievements are enough to make you a hero of our orcs! Put away your humility that is learned from human cubs, we orcs prefer to be straightforward! It's yours and yours! No one can take it away! Modesty and hypocrisy are not the style of our orcs. You have to get used to it slowly! Let's talk about the serious matters!" The tribal chief Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction looked solemn and spoke majestic.

"Now we have liberated five shelters. Apart from women, children, old and weak, we already have more than 40,000 powerful soldiers! I think we should change our strategy and with the existing forces, we can launch a strong attack! Those human cubs are just scumbags who are greedy for pleasure and bullying the weak! We don't need to be careful! Lothar has died, and the Paladin named Tulayang led the team to our hometown Drano in order to pursue Neozu and Taren* Blood Demons! Apart from these two respectable opponents, the remaining human generals now seem to me just native chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning!"

"Now, there is only one shelter in the northeast that has not been conquered yet, and only the tribesmen there have not yet recovered their freedom! Let's hurry up and take the place before the alliance has not yet reacted! Then... we march into the Hillsbrad Hills! Dunhold Castle, this largest shelter, we must take it as soon as possible! There are still hundreds of thousands of tribesmen waiting for us to rescue! Time is tight, so we first..."

Before the Hammer of Destruction finished explaining his thoughts, a wave suddenly broke out from the camp outside the tent, and countless orcs shouted and scolded throughout the valley, which was frightening! Orgrim, the chief of the tribe, frowned, and did not hear the metal impact of the weapons, which made him deny the possibility of human attacking the camp that was the first to react in his mind. He raised his head and looked at the orcs outside the tent and shouted loudly at the two orcs in the tent: "Broxxiga, Vallock! You brothers and two go see what happened! We will arrive later!"

"Abide by your will, Chief!" A pair of orc brothers with similar appearances received the order in unison. They stood up quickly and picked up their battle axe. The two powerful figures rushed towards the center of the camp riot. As the two moved quickly, the two violent and brave auras that were similar but not the same suddenly burst out! These two bursting powers belonged to the hero level!

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The tough old Tang easily took down the orc wolf cavalry leader who besieged the caravan and the group of people in one move, and took action with no slight drag! Before everyone could react, Lao Tang had already initially controlled the situation according to his own ideas.

According to the orc tradition, death is not terrible to the orcs. On the contrary, the glorious battlefield death is basically the goal that every brave orc warrior pursues throughout his life! But it would be a different matter if he was killed by the enemy without waving his weapon like this orc general captured by Lao Tang. Lao Tang, who has some understanding of the customs of orcs, seized this point and threatened and shocked the orc wolf cavalry around him who were ready to move because of his anger with the honor of an orc instead of his life. At present, the effect seems to be quite good.

"You won't be rampant for long, the monster! Your shallow force is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Hammer of Destruction! Since we broke the shelters full of humiliation, no one can capture or threaten an orc! You will pay the price for it! The price you can't afford!" In order to avoid his "capture" and die of hypoxia, Old Tang slightly relaxed his steel-like hand that stuck the scar-faced orc. But the orc general roared at Old Tang with an angry roar, deafening.

"I said, I am a friend, not an enemy! I want to help you save your tribe members!" Old Tang was very troubled by the orc general's brains. Even after explaining several times, the other party still yelled and remained indifferent. As a last resort, Old Tang was too lazy to waste his mouth. It was difficult to communicate clearly with such a stubborn guy. As long as you can see Thrall or the Hammer of Destruction, all problems will naturally be solved.

Old Tang, who had figured this out, no longer talked about the orc generals who were still struggling to escape from Lao Tang's control, roared at the wolf cavalry who were eyeing him:

"Take me to see Chief of Destruction Hammer! Believe me, I have no malice!"

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Surrounded by hundreds of wolf cavalry, the caravan and his group followed Lao Tang slowly towards the orcs' stationed area under the leadership of the orcs.

Along the way, not only the orcs and wolf cavalry were eyeing each other, as if they were going to swallow Lao Tang alive, but some people in the caravan also had complaints about Lao Tang's decision this time. For example, the high elf who once fought with the orcs in their hometown of Quelthalas was very ignorant of Lao Tang's behavior. In his opinion, his "captain" Taurus Good, the tauren, tried to reason with these bloodthirsty and ferocious green-skinned beasts, was purely in vain. It was a waste of effort to expect these green-skinned men who were full of desire to destroy themselves to calm down and communicate calmly is a fantasy, and it is a big deal to deal with these orcs! The best way to deal with these orcs is to teach them a lesson with the sword and shield in their hands!

In addition to the two high elves, the human chick Erica Patrick also felt that the captain's head suddenly became bad. How could there be such a terrible idea of ​​helping orcs? Now they shouldn't try their best to escape the orcs' siege and report the news to the human federation? Why would they take the initiative to ask to go to the orcs' base camp? However, although the female thief's mind was full of struggle, Old Tang's protection of her and his understanding of her journey just now made her believe that her captain would not push the caravan into the fire pit! Therefore, she, a human who should have refused to obey Old Tang's decision to go deep into the enemy center, just said nothing, and followed Old Tang silently on his high ground velociraptor.

Most of the others in the caravan did not agree with Lao Tang's decision. They were either curious or helpless, and were unwilling to follow the large army.

In a short while, the caravan and his team arrived at the orc camp located in the valley under the escort of hundreds of orc wolves. As soon as they stepped into the valley, Lao Tang and the outsiders of the caravan instantly attracted the attention of the orcs. Especially Lao Tang, who was tall and big, looked powerful and strong, and had a strong sense of oppression, attracted a lot of attention and sight among these orcs who advocated the supremacy of strength. But when they could see clearly the embarrassing orcs commanded by the orcs in their arms, these orcs who were still enjoying lunch instantly fried their nests! They threw away the food and wine in their hands, picked up their weapons and stared at Lao Tang and his group violently and angrily.

Ignoring the countless hatred gazes around him that seemed to be eating people, Old Tang, with a scar-faced orc general in his left hand, calmly strode forward between the orc camps in the valley. He was originally fighting bloody battles from the sea of ​​corpses and bones and finally climbing out alive. Old Tang, who honed his tenacious mind in the bloody battles for several years, had no pressure on these "eye attacks" without lethality. No matter how fierce the stare was, he was angry. As long as these orc warriors did not take action, they would not pose any threat to their group!

Lao Tang, who was born with a big heart, chose to ignore the naked fierce eyes staring at him, and continued to move towards the center of the camp without changing his face. Along the way, he found that there were more orcs gritting his teeth at Lao Tang, roaring loudly and roaring, growing like snowballs! Although the orcs were still trying to keep restrained due to the situation and did not rush to Lao Tang, as the number of people grew, the riots between the orc camps were still basically taken!

Lao Tang ignored the tense situation and subtle atmosphere around the caravan and ignored it. Instead, he carefully looked at the state of these orcs, roughly estimated their combat power, nodded from time to time to make careful comments, looking very leisurely. But after a moment, Lao Tang threw the leisurely breath behind his head. The keen perception of Lao Tang, who had been through many battles, made him feel the dangerous breath at the moment when the two powerful auras suddenly burst out!

The unparalleled aura of the two heroic strong men was like a tiger going down the mountain, and suddenly rushed towards Old Tang, who had one arm clamped the scar-faced orc general. At that moment, Old Tang seemed to feel as if he was stared at by two fierce and powerful ancient monsters, and his breathing was stagnant for a moment...

"Let him go, boy! Let go of my tribe, the bullhead monster!" The two hero-level powerful men assigned by the tribe's chief, and a few rabbits rose and fell, stopped in front of Lao Tang. Looking at Lao Tang's burly and strong body and ferocious heavy armor, the older brother of the two brothers first spoke up and ordered! Accompanied by the call and the raised battle axe, the oppressive aura of the hero-level powerful men was pressing towards Lao Tang fiercely, and it seemed that he was trying to subdue Lao Tang without taking action.

Looking at these two heroic orcs holding huge two-handed axes, Old Tang, who was a little confused, did not match them with the characters in his memory for a while. It was not the "Doom Warhammer" or the "Blood Roar" of the Battle Axe, then it would not be Grom* Hellscream* Destruction Hammer! But during this time period, who would these two powerful warriors who seemed to be the top-notch and unstoppable?

"Tell me your identity and purpose, stranger! Are you provoking us orcs now?" Another heroic orc warrior obviously suppressed his anger and asked viciously. He had a very disagreement and wanted to make Old Tang's head different. Judging from the current strength of the two sides, this idea needs to be realized...it seems easy!

Faced with the questioning of the two, Lao Tang no longer had to worry about guessing the identities of these two hero-level masters, and released the scar-faced orc general who was restricted by his own ability to move. Lao Tang spoke in the slightly surprised eyes of the two hero-level masters and said:

"My name is Good*Titan Power*Horror Totem! It's a Shuharu!"

"There are some misunderstandings in this! We are not here to provoke! On the contrary, I heard that you are saving your tribe members from the shelter, and I want to help you!"

"Two, please allow me to meet the great chief—Ogrim* Hammer of Destruction!"

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I can't even open my eyes until 4 o'clock~~~~ But fortunately I've finished coding~~~ This is on April Fool's Day~~ I'll update it tonight~~~
Chapter completed!