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Molten Core in Progress Chapter 752

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    "That," Restlan continued calmly, as if he didn't pay attention to the two people's reactions to his words, "is wisdom. <-> If you hadn't escaped, we wouldn't be sending two people back to your home tomorrow.  A lively orc boy, but two corpses. There is nothing shameful about fear, Orgrim and Durotan. It is only when fear makes you lose judgment and do wrong things, that is shameful. And for you  Considering the circumstances at that time, running away was definitely the right thing to do.¡±

    Durotan raised his chin, "One day, we will be very strong and very tall. By then, it will be the ogres' turn to be afraid of us."

    Restlan's gentle face turned to him, and to Durotan's surprise, he nodded.  "I couldn't agree more," he said, "orcs are powerful hunters."

    Orgrim narrowed his eyes, as if expecting the other party to ridicule.  But not a word.

    "Come," Restran said, "there are dangers in the night in Terokkar Forest that even Taimor's guards are unwilling to face. Let's go." <h1></h1>

    Although Durotan was exhausted, he still tried to maintain a steady pace; he didn't want to lose face again today.  They ran for a while, and the sun finally touched the horizon. The sunset glow turned from crimson to golden, and finally faded to purple.  He glanced up at the draenei from time to time, trying not to be rude but seeing them from a few yards away was a novelty.  As he walked, he expected signs of the city: the roads trodden by travelers, the ignition signs that illuminated the roads, and the silhouettes of buildings in the darkening sky, but he saw nothing.  They are still moving forward.  He felt suddenly frightened.

    What if, in the end, the draenei have no intention of helping him and Orgrim?  What if they want to hold them hostage and demand ransom?  What if they had some worse idea of ??sacrificing them both to some dark god, or

    "We're here," Restran said.  He dismounted, knelt on the ground, and pushed aside the layers of leaves and pine needles.  Orgrim and Durotan exchanged doubtful glances.  They were still in the forest, no cities, no roads, nothing.  The two orcs' nerves were tense.  They are at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.  But even if they die, they must fight hard first.

    Restlan was still kneeling on the larch needle-covered ground.  From where he had removed the cover, he took out a beautiful green crystal.  It had just been carefully hidden under the fallen leaves.  Durotan stared at it, mesmerized by its beauty.  It was just big enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and he desperately wanted to touch it, feel its smooth surface, its strange pulse.  Somehow, he knew it would give him a peace he had never known before.  Restlan uttered a string of syllables; the string of syllables was deeply burned into Durotan's mind, making it impossible for him to forget it for the rest of his life.

    ¡°Kehlamensamir, solaylamaakahl.¡±

    The woods around them began to flicker.  It was as if it were a reflection on the lake and was caused by a stone causing ripples.  Durotan couldn't help but take a breath.  The fluctuations became more and more julie, and suddenly, the forest disappeared and all the trees disappeared.  In front of him was a wide stone road that stretched along the ridge to a place The scene there was something Durotan had never even dreamed of.

    "When this city was first founded a long time ago, we didn't need this. But now this is the center of the ogre territory." Restran said, standing up.  "If the ogres can't see us. They can't attack us."

    Durotan finally managed to say, "Buthow is this done?"

    "It's just a simple illusion. An illusion created by light"

    There was a certain tone in his voice when he said this that made Durotan's skin crawl.  Seeing the orc's confused expression, Restran added, "Seeing is not always believing. We think that what we see is real, that light always reveals everything. But in fact, both light and shadow can  Manipulated and guided by those who knew them. I spoke the code. Touched the crystal, thereby changing the way the light fell on the rocks, the trees, and the entire land. So, your eyes saw the same  What you just thought was reality is something completely different.¡±

    Durotan knew that he still had a silly expression.  Restlan chuckled.  "Come, my new friends. To a place where your people have never set foot. Welcome to my home."

    Murphy¡¯s story is over.  He turned around and prepared to leave and do his own thing.

    The poor man Chou quickly stopped him and shouted: "Sister-in-law, please wait a moment?"

    "Huh? My family is poor! What's going on?" Murphy was still in a good mood.

    The poor man in the family glared and said, "I just suddenly remembered something. Sister-in-law, have you read all the novels?"They were all shown to Luo Wei, now You Qing can also see it, right?  "

    ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡± This question silenced everyone.

    Murphy blinked, touched his chin, and said with a smile: "Oh, the weather is nice today!"

    ¡°I¡¯ll wipe it~~~¡± The little guys almost choked to death on the saliva.

    After the bottle escaped the possibility of almost choking to death on his saliva, he said angrily: "Sister-in-law, it's raining in Sijiucheng! The weather is not bad! Boss, why don't you talk about sister-in-law?" <h1></h1  >

    ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡±

    "Boss, sister-in-law?"

    ??

    "¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­" There is still silence in ts.

    "Hello? Where is the person?"

    ¡°Boss~~~~Sister-in-law~~~~¡±

    The little guys started shouting, and found with embarrassment that there seemed to be no one in ts.

    It took a long time before I heard Luo Wei's slow voice, "Stop screaming, my second brother and sister-in-law are no longer in front of the computer!"

    "Xiaowei? Where are the boss and sister-in-law? Where have they gone?" Chou, a poor man, grinded his teeth slightly.

    "Uh they went on a date!" Luo Wei's voice was a bit strange, but the little guys were so choked that they didn't think much about it.

    "Going out on a date?" The little guys felt like they were being choked to death, and their whole bodies were very weak.

    The poor man Chou scratched his head hard and said, "Xiaowei, I can understand that the boss and sister-in-law don't want to answer this question, so uh. Did they escape?"

    Luo Wei hummed and said: "I don't care what you think, Youqing, let's go on a date and go to the encrypted channel below!"

    Youqing Lily didn¡¯t say a word, but everyone watched helplessly as Luo Wei and Youqing Lily walked away one after another!  This made the little ones almost scratch the wall in frustration!

    Serena Williams also learned bad things!  How could he do this!

    The little guys were wailing.

    certainly.  In fact, they also know why Zhuoer Murphy, and even Luo Wei and Youqing Lily ran away. Hey, didn't they just want to gain weight by breaking their promises?  They were just asking casually!

    It¡¯s a fool who believes it!  (A certain cat muttered quietly, being careful not to let anyone hear it!)

    Well, just believe it when you say we¡¯re going out on a date!  It¡¯s raining so hard!  It¡¯s not like I don¡¯t knowMy second brother and sister-in-law are both geeks, but they blatantly say whatever they want, ugh!

    Luo Wei turned around and looked at his second brother and sister-in-law who were watching DVDs in the hall, and then looked at the rain outside, which seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.  I turned my head silently and felt tired of it.

    Ahem, let¡¯s stop the above topics for now!

    After all, neither Zhuoer Murphy nor Luo Wei Youqing Lily want to continue this topic, so even if these little guys want to continue gossiping, they can't.

    Of course, it¡¯s not okay to just let this topic go!  <h1></h1>

    Who made Luo Wei secretly get together with Youqing Lily? These guys don't even think about why these two refused to talk about it in the first place. So, they must be compensated.

    As for compensation?

    Hehehehe, didn¡¯t Murphy give Youqing Lily a good gift?  Let¡¯s share a little bit!

    In this regard, both Zhuoer Murphy and Luo Wei Youqing Lily were silent for a while.  Then he nodded and agreed directly.

    Youqing Lily pouted, although she was not happy.  But after reading a story, she could still agree.

    What?  Why is Youqinglily reading stories?  This, that, hahahaha, the little guys laughed.

    Zhuoer Murphy was helpless, and Luo Wei rolled his eyes.  Youqing Lily curled her lips and said nothing. She read a short paragraph of the story honestly. Note that this is really a short paragraph.  Not a chapter at all!

    Drek'Thar had never seen the draenei's cities in their usual state.  He is only inah, I'm going far beyond that.  But he told me that my father had walked the gleaming streets of the draenei, eaten their food, slept in their dwellings, and conversed happily with them.  He had seen a world so different that even today it's hard to imagine what it was like; even the lands of the Kaldorei were less foreign to me than anything I'd heard about the draenei.  .  Drek'Thar said Durotan couldn't even find the words to describe where he was.Maybe, if he lived now, if he lived in the land that bears his name, if he could see what I have seen, he could do it.

    The taste of regret is bitter

    Durotan was stunned.  It was as if the magical net that had caught the ogre was now entangled in him, and he was defenseless.  He stood motionless, eyes wide open, mouth agape, trying desperately to comprehend what his eyes were seeing.

    The draenei city is simply spectacular!  It is exquisitely embedded in the hillside and is natural; the stone and metal are so harmoniously combined. In Durotan's view, it is the perfect combination of nature and art.  He couldn't tell exactly what he saw, but he was sure that it was all so harmonious.  After the hiding spell disappeared, the peaceful grandeur of the entire city was fully revealed in front of them.  Everything he saw made him open his eyes unconsciously.  Huge stone steps continue to extend upward, leading to the spherical houses.  One of them reminded Durotan of a snail shell, and the other resembled a mushroom.  Bathed in the rays of the setting sun, the sharp edges of the stone steps appear softer, while those of the roofs are reflected in a more rounded shape.  The combination of these strange scenes is even more amazing.

    He turned his head and saw an expression of awe on Orgrim's face.  A smile appeared on Restlan's blue lips.

    "Welcome, Durotan and Orgrim," Restlan said.  Durotan finally came to his senses and took two steps forward clumsily.  The paving stones had been polished smooth. Whether it was due to the passage of time or the handiwork of the draenei, Durotan couldn't tell.  They moved on, and Durotan could see the city spread out across the ridge.  The stone steps leading to the softly curved buildings continue to extend upward.  He saw long streets, paved with the same white stone that seemed to have never been stained with dust, even though the draenei had been here at least as long as the orcs.;The generation is so long.  The skin of a hunted animal.  Horns are all missing here; the draenei seem to be making better use of the earth's gifts.  There were sparkling gems everywhere, as well as light brown metal that Durotan had never seen before.  Orcs have always understood metal; they made it work for them, and Durotan himself hunted with ax and sword.  But this

    "What is your city made of?" Orgrim asked.  This was the first thing he said since the two embarked on this magical journey with the draenei.

    "A lot of stuff," Restran said kindly.  They now entered the city gates, and the inhabitants looked upon them with curious eyes.  There was no hostility in it.  "We are travelers and have not been in your world for a long time."

    "Not long?" Durotan said, "Your people came here more than two hundred years ago. We have changed a lot in the past two hundred years."

    "Yes," Restlan agreed softly, "Over this period of time, we have watched the orcs become more and more improved in strength, skill, and talent. You have left a deep impression on us."

    Durotan knew this was a compliment, but somehow the words stung him.  It's as ifas if the draenei thought they were superior to the orcs.  The thought was fleeting; to his shame, as he continued to look around.  He began to suspect that it was true that no orc building could be so gorgeous and complex.  But then againorcs are not draenei.  They have no need and will not choose to live like the draenei.

    "To your question, Orgrim, when we got here, we used everything we brought. I know your people built boats to cross rivers and lakes. And we also have a boat that can carry  We flew through the skyand it brought us here. It was made of metal andsomething else. When we realized that this was going to be our new home, we unloaded船 part of it was used to build our buildings.  "

    It¡¯s that huge, soft-colored, swirling ripple.  To him, it seemed like a metal made of red copper and skin.  Durotan held his breath.

    Beside him, Orgrim frowned.

    "You're lying! Metal can't fly!"

    If it were an orc, he would definitely yell at Orgrim for this attitude and give Orgrim a slap in the face.  But the draenei just chuckled.

    "Of course, some people will think so. But, if someone doesn't know in advance, he will probably think that it is impossible to summon the elements to defeat the ogre."

    "That's not magic." Orgrim snorted, "That's magic."

    "So, this is also some kind of magic." Restlan said.  He gestured to one of his men and said a few words in his language.  The Delaney nodded and ran forward quickly.

    ¡°There¡¯s someone I¡¯d like you to meet. If he¡¯s not too busy,¡± Restran said, then fell silent.  Durotan's heart was filled with thousands of questions, but he didn't dare to ask them for fear of appearing stupid.  Orgrim seemed to have accepted Restran's explanation of magic.  But the two young men still looked around curiously.

    On the streets, they passed many draenei from time to time.  On one of these occasions, he saw a girl who was about the same age as them.  She was slender and tall; she seemed surprised when Durotan's eyes met hers.  Then a smile appeared on her lips, and she lowered her head shyly.

    Durotan felt himself smiling too.  He asked without thinking, "There are many children in our camp, so where are the Delaney children?"

    ¡°We don¡¯t have many children,¡± Restland said. ¡°Our people are very long-lived, so we don¡¯t have children very often.¡±

    "How long is it?" Orgrim asked.

    ¡°Very长Today," was all Restland said. "Let's just say, I still remember the day we got here.  "

    Orgrim stared at Restran with wide eyes.  Durotan wanted to give him an elbow, but he couldn't reach it.  He suddenly realized that the young-looking girl just now might not be his age at all.  At this time, the scout sent by Restran came back and said something quickly.  Restlan seemed to be very satisfied with the scout's reward.  He turned and smiled at the two orcs.

    "The man who brought us to this world, our prophet Velen, is going to stay here for a few days. I think he will want to meet you. We don't often have such visitors." Restlan smiled.  Bigger. "I am very happy to tell you that Viren has not only agreed to meet you, but he has invited you to spend the night with him. You will have dinner with him and sleep in his guest room. This is a very high honor."  "

    Both boys were shocked and speechless.  Dinner with the Prophet, leader of all draenei?

    Durotan began to doubt.  Wouldn't it be better if he was flattened by the ogre's club?

    Restlan led them through the winding streets and through the hills to the huge building that was the tallest building on the hill.  The square, solid stone steps seemed to be endless. As he climbed, Durotan's breathing became rapid.  He finally reached the top, and when he was looking at the snail shell-shaped building in front of him with great interest, Restran said: "Look back."

    Durotan and Orgrim looked back, suddenly.  Durotan held his breath.  The draenei city spread out beneath them like countless jewels embedded in the pasture.  The last bit of afterglow dyed them a fiery red color, and then that bit of afterglow faded, and the whole city was bathed in a soft purple-gray.  Lights came out from every house, and for a moment, Durotan felt as if all the stars in the sky had fallen to the ground.30340;Illusion.

    ¡°I don¡¯t mean to brag, but I¡¯m really proud of my people and our city,¡± Restland said.  "We put in a lot of hard work. We love Draenor. And I never thought we'd have the chance to share our pride with an orc. Destiny's paths can be strange sometimes."

    When he said these words, there seemed to be a trace of deep, almost ancient sadness on his strong blue face.  He shook his head.  Shaking off his thoughts, he smiled.

    "Come on. We will take care of you."

    Durotan and Orgrim were speechless.  Their young minds were already captivated by the sights, sounds, and smells of this utterly foreign place.  They entered the house of the Prophet quietly.  The two were introduced to a room with lavish decorations. The room was indeed beautiful, but it made them feel restricted.  The curved walls looked so charming inside, but they seemed to be confining them.  There were fruits in bowls for them to taste, clothes for them to wear, and a basin of hot water steaming in the center of the room.

    "This water is too hot for drinking, and too much for soaking leaves," Durotan said.

    "This is for bathing," the draenei replied.

    "What is a bath?"

    ¡°It¡¯s just about washing away the dust on your body,¡± Restland said.  Orgrim glared at him, but Restlan seemed to mean it

    "We never do this bathing thing," Orgrim growled.

    "We swam in the river in the summer," Durotan pointed out. "Maybe this is similar to that."

    ¡°You don¡¯t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,¡± Restland said.  "This tub, these food and clothes are for your enjoyment. Prophet Velen wishes to see you in an hour. I will pick you up then. Do you need anything else?"

    They shook their heads.  Restlan nodded，Exit and close the door.  Durotan turned to Orgrim.

    "Do you think we are in danger?"

    Orgrim looked at the material of the room and the bath water.  "No," he said, "It just feels like being locked in a cave. I prefer staying in a tent."

    "Me too." Durotan walked towards the wall and hesitantly reached out and touched the curved wall.  It feels cool and smooth.  He suddenly realized that he was actually expecting it to feel warm and alive.

    Durotan turned around and pointed at the bath water.  "Want to try?"

    "No!" Orgrim said.  Both orcs laughed loudly, but eventually they splashed water on their faces, finding that the hot water was much more pleasant than they had imagined.  They ate fruit and drank water, then decided that the few cloth vests lying there could be used to change out of their dirty, sweat-soaked outer clothes, but that they might as well keep their leather pants.

    Time passed much faster than expected.  While the two were enthusiastically challenging themselves to bend a metal chair leg, there was a gentle knock on the door.  They jumped to their feet, feeling guilty: Orgrim had just bent the leg of the chair a little, and now the chair was a little crooked and unsteady.

    "The Prophet is ready to see you," Restran said.

    He is an elder.  This was the first thought that came to Durotan's mind the moment he met the eyes of Prophet Velen.

    Seeing other draenei up close has been amazing.  But seeing Velen was something else entirely.  The draenei's prophet is half a head taller than the tallest guard in the city, but his body is not as strong.  Under the soft light yellow robe, he even looked a little frail.  And his skin!  It was a warm, snowy white.  His eyes are so deep, so wise, shining with bright blue light; they are surrounded by deep carvings of time, suggesting that he is more than just an elder.  More likean ancient person。His silver hair is not scattered behind his back like others, but is braided into complicated braids on his head, exposing his pale head.  The silver-white beard hung down to his waist like a waterfall.

    He is not just an elder.  Not even just an ancient, Durotan thought.  Almostbeyond time itself.

    He remembered what Restran had said, saying that he had spent at least two hundred summers.

    Velen is much, much older than that.

    ¡°Welcome,¡± Velen said in a rich voice, standing up and nodding, his braids dancing in response.  "I am Velen. I am glad that my people discovered you today, but I have no doubt. In a few years, you will be able to easily deal with an ogre alone, or even a gronn or two."  .¡±

    Durotan didn't know how he felt it, but once again, this was definitely not a casual comment.  Orgrim felt it too; he straightened his back and looked the draenei in the eyes.

    Velen waved his hand for the two of them to sit down, and they did so.  Sitting at such a gorgeous table and such an exquisite chair, Durotan felt terribly uncomfortable.  I don't know where to put my hands and feet.  When the food was brought out, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.  Tabu lamb loins, roasted white-feathered birds, and rounds of bread.  And the piles of vegetables on the plate were all foods he knew.  Somehow, he just thought that what was coming up would be something completely unfamiliar.  But why?  The architecture and lifestyle of the draenei may be completely different from that of the orcs, but like the orcs, they also rely on this land to survive.  The way they cook is a bit unusual. Orcs like to cook their food, roast it on a campfire, and more often eat it raw, but anyway.  Food is food, and the food the draenei serve is delicious.

    Velen is an excellent host.  He asked them many questions and listened carefully to their answers.  男How old does a child have to be to hunt ogres?  At what age can you find a partner?  What is their favorite food?  What's your favorite weapon?  Orgrim was even more enthusiastic about the conversation than Durotan, and began to talk at length about his own prowess.  That's commendable.  He didn't have to embellish his story at all.

    "When my father dies, I will inherit his Doomhammer," Orgrim said proudly. "It is an ancient and revered warhammer, passed down from father to eldest son, passed down from generation to generation."

    "It will certainly be powerful in your hands, Orgrim." Velen said, "But I believe there are still many years before you inherit the name of Doomhammer."

    The young orc seemed to have forgotten for a moment that he could only bear the name Doomhammer after his father died.  Hearing Viren's words, he immediately became serious.  Viren smiled slightly, a smile with a hint of sadness that made the slightest wrinkles appear on his smooth and pale face.

    "Tell me about this war hammer. It must be a powerful weapon."

    Orgrim¡¯s face brightened again.  "It's extremely big! The stone hammer head is black and hard, and the hammer handle is carefully made of wood. Over the years, the hammer handle has been replaced many times, but the hammer head has not been scratched at all! It is called the Hammer of Destruction  The hammer is because of a prophecy that as long as its owner takes it into battle, it will definitely bring destruction to the enemy!"

    "I understand," Viren said, still smiling.

    Orgrim became more and more excited as he talked.  "However, there is another prophecy," he continued. "It is said that the last descendant of Doomhammer will use it to bring salvation to the orcs, and then bring destruction. Then it will be passed on to people outside the Blackstone clan.  , everything will change again, and it will be used again for a just cause."

    "It is indeed a very powerful prophecy." Velen said.  He only said this, but Durotan couldn't help but tremble.  This man was called "The Prophet" by his people.  那Does he know if Doomhammer's prophecy will come true?  Could Durotan muster the courage to ask?

    Orgrim continues.  Passionately describing every detail of Doomhammer.  Durotan had seen the hammer, so he stopped listening to Orgrim's tirade and focused on Velen.  Why is this person so interested in them?

    Durotan is a sensitive young man, and he knows this.  He once overheard fragments of a conversation between his parents and Mother Kashur.  His parents said they were worried he was too sensitive; Kashur's mother scoffed and told them so.  Focus more on the important things and "let that boy have his own way."  Durotan could see the fake interest on a person's face, even if the other person was a Draenei.  But Viren's bright, gleaming blue eyes stared at them intently, his kind (if a bit cynical) face showed no pretense, and every question he asked was sincere.  He really wanted to understand the orcs.  And the more he listened, the sadder he seemed.

    "It would be great if Mother Kashur could be here instead of me," Durotan suddenly thought. She would cherish this opportunity more than Orgrim and I.

    Orgrim finally finished speaking about his Doomhammer.  Durotan asked, "Can you tell us about your people, the Prophet? We know so little about you. I have seen more in the past few hours than I have seen in hundreds of years.  Any tribesman knows better, I think."

    Velen¡¯s bright blue eyes turned to Durotan.  That gaze made Durotan want to flinch, not because of fear, but because he had never felt so seen through before.

    "The Draenei never skimp on knowledge, young Durotan. ButI believe you are the first to ask us. Tell me, what do you want to know?"

    everything.  Durotan wanted to say, but he still made his question specific.064;.  "The orcs had never encountered the draenei until two hundred years ago. Restran said that you came in a large container that could travel through the sky. Tell me about this."

    Velen took a sip of the summer wine and smiled.  "It starts with the name 'Delaenei'. Actually, it's not our real name. It means 'The Exiled'."

    Durotan¡¯s mouth opened wide.

    "We were at odds with the rest of our world. We chose not to sell our people into slavery, and for that we were exiled. We spent a long time searching for a suitable place to live, a place we could call home.  We fell in love with this land. We called it Delano."

    Durotan nodded.  He had heard the word "Delanor" before, and he liked the feeling of saying it.  The orcs never gave this land a name.  They just call it "Our World."

    It¡¯s obvious that Youqing Lily has read half of the story. She hasn¡¯t even finished reading this chapter!

    After listening to the story, the little ones vomited so much. Apparently, Youqing Lily also learned bad things!

    After just listening to Youqing Lily read the story.  She was smiling happily. Everyone knew that she did it on purpose, but what could they do even if they knew!  Alas, this is the only way!

    The little guys muttered a few words and prepared to enter the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again.

    Yes, today is the opening of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again.

    Since the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj began to open up wasteland, this copy was naturally placed at the end of the entire guild's activities. The previous copies were all prepared for this copy.

    It should be noted that since Molten Core was divided into several elite teams, the Blackwing Lair team also began to separate.

    Well, to be precise, while ensuring that the first team can kill the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, it can also ensure that the other elite teams kill several bosses, otherwise话, it¡¯s too damaging to their self-confidence, isn¡¯t it?

    This approach is the same as when the Molten Core elite team was split into two!

    And like the Blackwing Lair at that time, the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj was still open to the best elite teams.

    Stepping into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again, the little guys automatically began to turn the prepared food, medicine, and oil materials into buffs and hung them on themselves.

    The probability of the mobs in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj dropping a Qiraji battle tank is as high as ever, and the Anubisas sentinel at the gate will always drop one generously.

    This time is no exception.

    ??Drow directly distributed the fallen Qiraji combat tanks and said with a smile: "It seems that we lost a lot of insect mounts!"

    "Basically, everyone has one!" Chou, a poor man, shouted, "The red one won't fall off, boss, please bring out another red one!"

    Zhuoer smiled and said: "It's not my decision what will drop. You just hope that my hands will be redder!"

    The poor man Chou curled his lips and stopped talking. The others laughed. They all knew that the Qiraji battle tank in the poor man Chou's hands was only short of a red Qiraji battle tank. Oh, of course, there was no black one either. This  But it¡¯s the only one for Zall!

    Zhuoer saw that the poor man was silent and knew what he was thinking secretly. He shook his head slightly and said: "Okay, let's quickly clean up these little monsters and kill the old prophet Scram. Don't forget what's behind."  Several of the bosses have only been defeated once or twice, so it is not considered a complete land reclamation!"

    "I know!" In response to Zhuoer's words, the little guys nodded to express their understanding.

    What Drow said is true. In the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, in addition to the prophet Skerram, the following bosses, Princess Yarki Lord Cree and his son Vim, and war guard Shaltura were all killed.  Once, in the view of the Scarlet Cross Guild, this does not count as the official completion of land reclamation!  No matter what kind of boss it is, it must at least be打It takes three or five times to become completely familiar with it!

    Even if you have fought against the prophet Skerram several times, if you are unlucky, this boss can kill you to the point of vomiting blood.

    For example, in the previous progress, I don¡¯t know if Luo Wei, Sa Ruo, and Warrior¡¯s Lament forgot to wash their hands or something. Anyway, they were controlled continuously or at the most critical moment. If t was controlled, what would be the consequences?  What's more, it took two or three hours of going back and forth to eliminate groups!  It¡¯s not much easier than opening up wasteland for the first time!  It can even be said that even if they have successfully cleared away the Prophet Skram, it is normal for them to destroy the group.

    After clearing away the mobs in front of Seer Scram, Drow coughed lightly and said, "I think everyone is already familiar with the skills and fighting style of the boss Seer Scram! So I don't know much about it.  I said it, now look at everyone¡¯s hands, okay?¡±

    ¡°Yes~~~¡± The little guys laughed.

    is not that right?  Playing Oracle Scram really depends on luck!  If you are unlucky and t is controlled continuously, don¡¯t even expect it. Well, in a sense, it is a boss that is somewhat similar to Chromaggus in the Black Wing Lair!

    Luo Wei also smiled, saw that everyone was ready, and started counting down: "Everyone, get ready! Five, four, three, two, one! It's on!"

    As Lowe rushed forward, Prophet Scram's roar rang out.

    Prophet Scram shouted: "Do you really want to die that much? I will be happy to grant it to you!"

    With the majestic lines of Prophet Scram ringing in his ears, Luo Wei, Saruo, and the Warrior's Lament all pounced on him at the same time. After all, Prophet Scram and others would be teleported back and forth, so they needed to get there early.  bit.  (To be continued.)
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