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- "Boss, are we really just lacking in harmony?" Maomaoyu also didn't believe it. <-¡·
Zall nodded and said: "Yes, the style of play we just used is one we rarely use. Usually this style of play is called rush play!"
"Rush style?" The little guys were a little confused.
It is not surprising that Zall is suspicious of the little guys, because they rarely use this style of play, and usually seek stability when opening up wasteland.
Zhuoer smiled and said: "Yes, this kind of non-specialized fighting method that relies on violence to kill the boss is called rish fighting method!" Spirit Realm
The little guys were embarrassed when they heard this, and they all understood what Zhuoer meant.
Didn¡¯t you just say that they didn¡¯t study the magic of positioning this time, and just relied on brute force to bully people?
The poor man Chou smiled bitterly and said, "Boss, can we really beat him?"
"Of course!" Zhuoer nodded vigorously and said affirmatively: "You have to believe in your strength! Moreover, didn't the fight just go smoothly? Just keep it up."
"Oh~~" After all, he believed in Drow, Luo Wei touched his chin and said: "Second brother, so the problem now is to prevent treatment from ot, or to increase our t's hatred?"
"Haha! That's what happened!" Zhuoer laughed.
"Understood!"|The little guys nodded and began to study how to make the hatred of the warriors higher and reduce the hatred of the healers even more!
Of course, they didn¡¯t know at this time that the tenacious Van Kreis, a deadly boss, was simply easy at the front but difficult at the back. Every 100% he defeated at the back made it even harder.
However, as Zhuoer said, their equipment is really sufficient. What they lack is running-in and repeated running-in.
And after being encouraged by Zhuoer. The little guys began to calm down and continue to prepare for the stubborn scorpion Van Kress.
Although it is already late now, you can still play twice more!
So for the next two times, the little guys successfully saw that the stubborn Van Kreis' health volume was getting less and less each time. When the group was wiped out the last time, the health volume had dropped to about 35%. The original stability of the scene will turn into chaos in an instant. Either there is a problem with the treatment, or there is a problem with the t. Anyway, all kinds of problems emerge one after another, causing the little guys to complain endlessly.
However, they did not give up. After all, since they already knew that their boss and sister-in-law were deliberately training them, how could they give up!
After the last group elimination. Zall directly asked the little guys to disperse. After all, it was already late and we would discuss everything tomorrow.
The little guys are also determined to kill the stubborn scorpion Van Kress tomorrow.
But on the second day, an unexpected incident attracted everyone's attention.
"What? The Orgrimmar Defense Force Guild has been disbanded?" As soon as it came online, the little guys were dumbfounded by the news, and then they looked at their sister-in-law at the same time.
They all know it. If you want to ask who hates these people in the Orgrimmar Defense Force the most, it is undoubtedly Murphy.
Luo Wei also said in shock: "Sister-in-law. What did you do?"
Murphy looked confused and said, "I didn't do anything!" Although she was indeed unhappy with the Orgrimmar Defense Force, this was really not her fault!
Zhuoer also looked confused.
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After confirming that his sister-in-law was not fooled, Luo Wei turned around and immediately asked: "Brother, what's going on?"
Yes. This is the news brought by Fucha Ruilin.
Fucha Ruilin said calmly: "I'm not sure, but it seems to have something to do with Ashkandi, the Sword of the Brotherhood."
"What? Does it have anything to do with that sword?" If the little guys were stunned, Drow Murphy was horrified.
Zhuoer quickly asked: "Brother, please tell me in detail!"
"That's right! Brother, please tell me quickly!" Murphy also urged.
Fucha Ruilin knew why Drow Murphy was so anxious, so he did not go around in circles and said directly: "It is said that the Orgrimmar Defense Force dropped this weapon after killing the black dragon prince Nefarian yesterday. Shikandi, the sword of the Brotherhood, and then a bunch of people grabbed it, and finally, the president of the Orgrimmar Defense Force hacked the sword!"
"Huh?" The little guys were dumbfounded.
Chenfeng looked at the Ashkandi, Brotherhood Sword in disbelief, and said with a headache: "Brother, are you right? Ashkandi, the Brotherhood Sword is indeed very good and handsome. But this sword is not a big deal, as for disbanding the union?"
"I haven't finished speaking yet," Fucha Ruilin said calmly: "After the president of the Orgrimmar Defense Force hacked this sword, the others made a fuss, but they reluctantly accepted it, and then The president of the Orgrimmar Defense Force went offline, and then came online in the middle of the night."
"He secretly disbanded the guild?" Chou, a poor man, asked with his eyes wide open.
"No, it is said that his account was hacked at that time." Fucha Ruilin's voice was also a bit strange.
"Huh? Has your account been hacked?" The little ones all had the urge to pick out their ears.
"Yes, it is said that the person who hacked the account defrauded many people of their money, sold equipment and materials, and finally disbanded the guild, and finally deleted the account!"
??Everyone heard Fucha Ruilin¡¯s words clearly, but everyone felt that they heard wrongly.
Murphy also said with a twitching corner of his mouth: "Brother, are you saying that the current president of the Orgrimmar Defense Force has, uh, deleted his account?"
"Yes," Fucha Ruilin continued to nod and said, "However, it is said that the other party established a small account, but the guild has been disbanded and is useless. The world channel on the tribe's side都It's going to be a big noise! "
The little guys grinned and said, "God, this is such a big deal!"
But I didn¡¯t expect that Fucha Ruilin¡¯s words were not over.
"No, I haven't finished speaking yet," Fucha Ruilin also wanted to laugh a little when he said this, and said: "What I am going to say next is the real key! The most exciting one!" Spiritual Realm
"What's the key?" Xiao Jue'ai's eyes widened.
Bo Bo even shouted: "Brother, is there anything more exciting? Then tell me quickly!"
Fucha Ruilin suppressed a smile and said: "It is said that the president of the Orgrimmar Defense Force prepared black equipment, but because he was too happy, he assigned it to the wrong person!"
"Huh? The wrong person was assigned?" Everyone became even more excited.
"Yes." Fucha Ruilin said: "It is said that the president was originally going to assign it to a girl named Youyou Yuexin, but his hands shook and he assigned it to himself. The other party was annoyed, and then he I directly joined his account and stole his account. I disbanded his guild and deleted his character."
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Fucha Ruilin¡¯s last words made the little guys dumbfounded, and they were speechless for a long time.
In the end, Jia Peng Chou concluded, "The co-authoring is basically a bloody plot that is even more bloody than a Taiwanese soap opera!"
"You can put it that way!" Fucha Ruilin also had to admit that this matter was really quite bloody.
"Wow! It turns out that women have the most vicious hearts! That woman is so cruel!"
"Hey, what are you talking about? Do you want me to demonstrate what the most poisonous woman's heart is?"
"Wow! Sister, have mercy! I just said that Youyou Yuexin is vicious! But the name Youyou Yuexin feels a bit familiar!"
"Does it sound familiar? So, I seem to have heard this name somewhere before?"
"Have you killed this person?"
"Probably not, ah. I remembered it! The one who deceived people in our guild last year! The woman who also planned to deceive me into breaking my heart!" The poor and ugly man from the family was almost killed75;, jumped up at this time.
"Huh?" Fucha Ruilin was stunned and asked curiously: "The one who once deceived people in our guild? Who is it?"
The little guys also remembered it at this time, and hurriedly recounted the incident.
"The names Youyou Yuexin and You Yuexin are indeed very similar," Fucha Ruilin frowned and said, "Moreover, according to the way these two people act, it is really possible that they are the same person!"
"Wow. It's true!" The little guys were in an uproar.
Drow Murphy also remembered after they saw Youyue Xin in Darnassus that day. At that time, they had to put it down because they had something to do, and nothing happened since then, so they all forgot about it. If it hadn't been for this unexpected incident, it would be hard for Zhuoer Murphy to remember it. .
When the two of them thought about it, it was just like what Fucha Ruilin said. These two people may really be the same person, but I didn't expect that this woman would actually run away to bring trouble to the tribe.
But that¡¯s all, it¡¯s better that the disaster is not the Alliance, and besides, she has also done a big favor to the Alliance! Otherwise. Those tribes are not that easy to deal with.
Zhuoer Murphy is already thinking about how to take advantage of this matter.
Zhuoer coughed lightly and said: "Okay, even if Youyou Yuexin and Youyue Xin are the same person, it has nothing to do with us, and from the perspective of the alliance, this is more beneficial to us, isn't it? ? Come on, let¡¯s end this matter right here!¡±
"Hehe! Boss, shall we take the opportunity to fish?" the poor man said with an ugly smile.
Zhuoer smiled and said: "Of course, don't you think this is a good time for hunting?"
¡°Oh ha~~~ That¡¯s great!¡± The little guys cheered.
But Chenfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "So this so-called relationship is what it is!" Smiling, Chenfeng chuckled again and said: "Do you think this is an Ashkandi? Caused by the Sword of Brotherhood血A case! "
The little guys all laughed.
The phrase "Chenfeng" is a buzzword nowadays. It's a murder caused by a gangster. Obviously, this is really what happened!
After the fun, the matter was finalized in the minds of the little guys.
But Zhuoer Murphy breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Obviously, no matter how long it took, they were still afraid of this happening.
Although my own guild is fine, what about other guilds? They didn't believe that this kind of thing wouldn't happen. Now, it happened, which directly made the two of them worried.
However, this bloody plot turned what was originally a tragedy into a bloody drama!
And the Ashkandi, the Sword of the Brotherhood, which originally caused the problem, should have been ignored intentionally or unintentionally!
??Well, regardless of whether others ignore it or not, Zall Murphy has made up his mind to end the matter here.
"But listening to the discussions among the little guys in TS, Zhuoer Murphy was a little confused. sky! They don't like this topic!
But it is not easy to change the topic of the little ones. If nothing happens, what happened to the Orgrimmar Defense Force will become the topic of discussion for the little ones next week, until there is a new topic. thing.
But, one week! Isn't it a bit too long?
Zhuoer Murphy held his chin and began to think about how to divert their attention. But after much deliberation, I couldn't think of a good solution, so I had no choice but to turn around and ask Fucha Ruilin.
Fucha Ruilin was worthy of being the eldest brother, and he quickly gave him two choices. The first choice was to let the PK war between the alliance tribes overwhelm this bloody drama!
Regarding this choice, Drow Murphy directly chose xx after discussion. Now the Alliance and the Horde are almost the same. If they fight hard, the Horde will naturally have a hard time, but the Alliance cannot expect to be comfortable. It's better to find a way to get rid of part of the tribe before taking action. This will be more effective.2; Forget it, and they also need time to lay out the plan in order to obtain the maximum benefit!
Facing Zall Murphy¡¯s rejection, Fucha Ruilin didn¡¯t care and directly said the second option was very simple and also made Murphy¡¯s forehead hurt.
Tell a story!
Murphy has a headache.
Since the little guys have been trained better and better. She and Zhuoer felt like they were in a cocoon.
It is true that if these little guys are counted individually. It's really not that good, they always have a way to deal with them, but if these little guys join forces to play tricks, it will definitely give Drow Murphy a headache!
If they guessed correctly, these little bastards are playing this trick right now!
Although I don¡¯t know how they saw that the two of them were not happy for them to talk about such troublesome topics, they planned to dig a hole for them. But Zhuoer Murphy could only admit it.
Yes, I admit it!
Although they could feel that the little guys didn't really know anything, they were not fools. After being trained by Zhuoer Murphy for a year and a half, they vaguely realized that Zhuoer Murphy didn't like them discussing this topic. And this gives them room to maneuver.
Of course, the depth of this controllable space is also a problem. If it's too deep, it's easy to offend your boss and sister-in-law. If it's too shallow, they will be unhappy. Fortunately, there is a way to make both parties happy, and that is to tell stories!
right! tell a story!
Since the two parties have reached an agreement, it is probably easy to talk about it. Of course, the little guys who took the initiative at this time made a request, which is the fifth chapter that they want to listen to.
have to! Others are strong and he is weak. Zhuoer shrugged his shoulders. Murphy didn't say anything and started telling the story honestly.
Drek'Thar told me: When I think about it now, this time in our history is as perfect as a clear sky in early summer. We orcs had everything we needed then: good的The world, the souls of our ancestors who guide us, the spirits of the elements who help when appropriate. We have plenty of food, vicious but far from invulnerable adversaries, and the blessings of this land. And the Draeneieven if they are not our allies, they are definitely not our enemies. As long as we open our mouths, they will never retain their knowledge, and they will never begrudge their resources; the ones who are really unwilling to share have always been us orcs. It is us orcs who, unknowingly, have been twisted into tools for someone's use.
Hatred can be incredibly powerful. Hatred can never end. Hatred can be exploited and manipulated.
Hatred can also be created.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? In the endless and endless darkness visible to the naked eye, Kil'jaeden lurks. The power surged and pulsated in his body, more real than blood, more nourishing than food and water, making people intoxicated and calm at the same time. He is not omnipotent, at least not yet Otherwise, thousands of worlds will be wiped out in a blink of an eye, and his conquests will not require the use of force. But overall, he is quite satisfied with the current situation.
Except for one thing. They are still alive, those exiles are still alive. Kil'jaeden could feel them; he could still feel them despite the passage of countless centuries to those foolish creatures still affected by time. Velen and the rest of the idiots are hiding now, afraid to face him and Archimonde. Archimonde worked with him in that turning point as a friend and ally, just as they had long ago when they were mere creatures. But Velen
Kil'jaeden, Archimonde and other compatriots no longer call themselves "Eredar". Velen would call them Man'ari, but they call themselves the Burning Legion. Sargeras's army. The chosen one.
He stretched out a slender and graceful crimson arm, and reached into the all-containing void with his giant clawed hand. Feeling it ripple under his probing. 自The moment the enemy escaped again, scouts were sent out one after another, and they all returned with news of failure. Archimonde wanted to punish them for their incompetence by executing them, but Kil'jaeden overruled. Those who were afraid and ran away, he had reason to know; and those who smelled the reward and felt the master's approval stayed with him. He also sees those who long for reward. So, while Kil'jaeden never hid his dissatisfaction with losers, he often gave them a second chance. Even a third time, if he believed they had done their best and weren't just wasting his kindness.
Archimonde did not appreciate Kil'jaeden's fanaticism at all.
"We still have many worlds to conquer and destroy in order to serve our master Sargeras." Archimonde's voice boomed, penetrating the darkness surrounding the two of them. "Just leave that idiot alone. If he dares to cause harm to us, we will feel it. Just let him die alone in some world. He will never realize what real power is. This It¡¯s punishment enough.¡±
Kil'jaeden's burly head slowly turned to the other demon lord.
"I am not out to take away his power," Kil'jaeden whispered, "I am out to destroy him, and those who foolishly follow him. I am going to crush him, I am going to make him pay for his distrust. , his stubbornness, and his refusal to pay the price for his actions with all of us in mind"
The giant hand was clenched into a fist, and the sharp nails dug deeply into the palm. The lava-like flames spurted out, leaving a deep dent on his figure hidden in the darkness. Kil'jaeden had many such scars on his body, and. He was proud of it.
Yes, Archimonde is very powerful. Elegant, sleek and full of wisdom. However, he lacked Kil'jaeden's ardent thirst for destruction. He had explained this to him countless times; this time he just sighed and decided not to再Continue the discussion. They have been arguing this way for countless centuries, and will no doubt be for countless more to come. They would continue to argueuntil Kil'jaeden succeeded in destroying the being who had been his closest friend.
Maybe it¡¯s because of this, Kil¡¯jaeden suddenly thought. Archimonde never had any special feelings for Velen, he just regarded him as a colleague who led the eredar. And he, Kil'jaeden, once loved Velen so much. He loved him like a brotherno. More so than that. He loved him like his other self.
However¡¡
The giant palm clenched again, and where blood should have oozed, another burst of unclean flames surged out.
no.
He could never bear the thought of Velen hiding in some uncivilized world, hiding in some cave, licking his wounded pride. This is far from enough. Once upon a time, Kil'jaeden would say he wanted bloodbut now, blood would not satisfy him. He wanted to humiliate them and show them what utter shame was. This is sweeter than simply letting life drain away from Velen and his foolish followers.
Archimonde tilted his head. Kil'jaeden recognized the gesture: it was one of his servants speaking to him. Along with Kil'jaeden, Archimonde has his own plans and plots; of course, they are all in service of their dark master and his ultimate goal of conquering all. Archimonde stood up and left without saying a word, his steps were nimble and agile, which was very inconsistent with his tall and burly appearance.
At the same moment, there was a wave of fluctuation in Kil'jaeden's mind. He recognized the signal immediately: it was his lieutenant, Tagas. Kil'jaeden read in his thoughts cautious hope.
What's the matter, my friend? Say it! Kil'jaeden ordered through the mental link.
¡°My lord, I have no intention of sowing false expectations. But I may have found them.
Kil'jaeden's heart19968; Pleasure. Among his puppets, Tagas is always the cautious one just like the man he is trying to hunt. Targath was second only to Kil'jaeden, and he had proven his loyalty throughout the centuries. Kil'jaeden knew him well and knew that even if it was such a cautious statement, he would not say it easily without being completely sure.
Where? How did you find it?
It¡¯s a small world. Uncivilized and unremarkable. I felt that the place was tainted with their special magical aura. Maybe they've been there and left again. This kind of thing has not happened before.
Kil'jaeden nodded even though Tagath could not see his movements. Part of his past remained, he thought. He smiled slightly as he thought about the ancient body language of nodding in agreement with nearly every intelligent race he had ever encountered.
You are right. he agreed. Many times before, Kil'jaeden's armies followed the sweet smell of eredar magic to a certain world, only to find that Velen and his damn followers had somehow gotten wind of it and escaped. But I still have hope. I will find them and torture them as I please. I always have an eternity to do this.
He had an idea. Too many times, Kil'jaeden made forays into one of Velen's hideouts, only to have him escape. Whenever this happened, Kil'jaeden would furiously destroy the world he left behind to appease his humiliated pride. But no matter what, killing those lower races is fun. It is far from satisfying his thirst for revenge.
This time, he won't make the same mistake again. He would no longer send Tagas as the vanguard and lead the Burning Legion to sweep across the earth as usual Velen was once the strongest, wisest, and closest to magic and knowledge among them. He would never let his guard down, especially now, after he went to school968;It didn't take long for him to escape. Velen is sure to remain alert at all times, should he feel any obvious w¨¥ixi¨¦. They will run away immediately.
But what if it is a less obvious w¨¥ixi¨¦?
TagasI want you to scout this world.
grown ups? There was a hint of confusion in Tagas's delicate and calm voice.
We have invaded so many worlds with force. But so far nothing has been found. Maybe this time, I should just send one person. Only send one personsomeone I can trust completely.
Kil'jaeden felt uneasiness and pride mingling in Targath's thoughts.
There are far more ways to destroy an enemy than force. Sometimes, other methods are better.
So you want me to find a better way?
Exactly. Go into this world alone, Targas. Observe it, understand it. Tell me if the exiles are really there. How are they doing. Tell me what they do for a living, whether they are wealthy and secure, or whether they are poor and miserable. Tell me what that world looks like, what kind of inhabitants and what kind of creatures are there. What season. Remember, your mission is reconnaissance, Tagath. Instructions must never be exceeded without my direct order.
Of course, my lord. I'll get ready right away. He was still confused, but as compliant as ever. Tagath has always served his master of Man'ari perfectly. This time, he will definitely complete the task perfectly.
Kil'jaeden's face, even though it bore no resemblance to the face he had before he surrendered to the great Lord Sargeras, could still be twisted into a smile.
Like all other tribesmen, Durotan began to practice using weapons when he was six years old. When he was very young, he was already tall and muscular; of course, training with weapons was also an orc's innate talent. At the age of twelve, he joined a hunting party. Now, he has completed the rite of passage and is qualified to hunt ogres and their evil master Gronn.
This year, when autumn的When Koshharg comes, he can also join the circle of adults after the children are put to bed. As he and Orgrim had discovered years ago, joining a campfire circle as an adult wasn't all that fun.
However, at least one thing he found interesting was communicating with people he had known for many years but who had never spoken to him because of his youth. Durotan's sharp brown eyes looked around at the people sitting around. He first saw Mother Kashur, who was, of course, a member of his clan. He knew that she was also highly regarded among the shamans of other clans, and he was proud of that fact. He watched her huddled by the fire, her thin body wrapped in a blanket. He knew that this was her last Koshharg He didn't know how he knew, but he just knew it. The thought saddened him much more deeply than he had expected.
Beside Mother Kashur sat her apprentice, Drek'Thar. He was much younger than her, but still older than Durotan's parents. Durotan had never had much communication with Drek'Thar, but it was hard for him not to pay attention to the older orc's forthright words and piercing gaze. He is a man worthy of respect. Durotan continued to scan the crowd. tomorrow. It¡¯s time for the shamans to set off to meet the ancestral spirits in the caves of the Holy Mountain. Durotan recalled his journey and the strange and cool wind in the cave, and couldn't help but tremble.
He saw Grom Hellscream, the young and slightly fanatical leader of the Warsong clan. Grom was only a few years older than Durotan and Orgrim, and had only recently been appointed. Many people whispered that the previous clan leader died strangely, but the Warsong clan did not raise any objection to Grom's leadership. Look at him now. Durotan felt that this was really a reasonable thing. Although Grom is young, he has amazing intimidation. The dancing light of the bonfire fell on him, adding to his68; a sense of oppression. His thick black hair hangs down his back, and he has a black tattoo on his chin to show his status as the leader of the clan. Around his neck was a collar made of bones. Durotan knew its meaning: in the tradition of the Warsong Clan, a young warrior must wear the bones of his first kill and mark them with his own mark.
Next to Grom is Blackhand, the burly leader of the Black Rock Clan. Next to Blackhand, quietly chewing food, was Kargath Bladefist, the leader of the Shattered Hand clan. His left hand was severed from the wrist down. In its place was a long-handled scythe, reflecting dazzling light in the firelight. Even now, seeing the sharp blade, Durotan couldn't help but feel uneasy. Next to him is Kilrogg Deadeye, the leader of the Blood Cave Clan. His surname was not inherited from a certain family, but he chose it himself. One of his eyes floated lightly above the crowd, while the other eye in its socket was damaged. If Grom is too young as the leader of the clan, then Kilrogg is really too old. But Durotan knew. Although Kilrogg was old and his hair was graying. His leadership career is far from over, and his remaining days are even longer.
Durotan looked away unnaturally.
To the left of Drek'Thar is a famous figure, Ner'zhul of the Shadowmoon Clan. Ner'zhul had led all shamans for as long as Durotan could remember. During one of the hunts Durotan was allowed to take part in, Ner'zhul was present. That time, the amazing skills displayed by this shaman amazed Durotan. Unlike others, he spent a lot of time communicating with the elemental spirits and channeling their power. Ner'zhul's mastery of the elements. No matter when and where, it is very relaxed and natural. As soon as he opened his mouth, the earth trembled under his feet; when he waved his hand, lightning fell from the sky and landed in the direction he pointed. The spirit of fire, the spirit of air, the spirit of water, the spirit of earth. and the elusive spirit of the wild, all regard him as a companion and best friend. Of course, Durotan didn't see it过 Ner'zhul's appearance when communicating with the souls of the ancestors. Only shamans are qualified to witness the communication with the souls of the ancestors. However, in Durotan's opinion, the soul of the ancestors must care for Ner'zhul, otherwise, he would not be able to use his powerful power easily at any time.
However, Durotan did not like Ner'zhul's apprentice at all. Orgrim was sitting next to Durotan. Seeing Durotan's eyes, he leaned over and said softly: "I think Gul'dan is much more useful if he is thrown out to catch prey than he is now."
Durotan turned his head to prevent others from seeing his smile. He didn't know what level of shaman Gul'dan was. Judging from the fact that Ner'zhul accepted him as his apprentice and successor, his talent should not be low. But his appearance really doesn't leave a deep impression on people. He was short and frailer than most orcs. He had a thick short beard and looked nothing like an orc warrior. However, Durotan felt that in order to make a contribution, one does not have to be a hero.
"Hey, look over there! She is truly a born warrior!"
Durotan followed Orgrim's finger and his eyes widened immediately. Orgrim was right. The woman stood upright, with strong muscles, and the firelight reflected on her smooth brown skin. She was reaching over to carve a piece of roasted tabbuk from the fire. She is simply the embodiment of all the virtues of the orcs in Durotan's eyes. Every move she makes has the wild grace of a black wolf, and her fangs are small, delicate, and sharply ground. Her long black hair was braided into a simple braid at the back of her head, but she was still stunningly beautiful.
"Who is she?" Durotan murmured, his heart sinking. Such a perfect woman must belong to another clan If there was such a strong, agile, and elegant beauty in his own clan, it would be impossible for him not to notice
Orgrim laughed loudly and patted Durotan on the back, causing many heads to turn in their direction The woman也In it. Orgrim leaned down and whispered something, which brightened Durotan's mood.
"You blind idiot! She is a frost wolf! If she were from our clan, I would have taken her as my own!"
Is it a frost wolf? Buthow could Durotan ignore such a treasure in his own clan? He looked away from Orgrim's smirking face and looked at the woman again. She was glaring at him. Their eyes met.
"Draca!"
The woman was startled, turned around and stopped looking at him. Durotan blinked, as if he had just woken up.
"Draca," he said softly. No wonder he didn't recognize her. "No, Orgrim. She was not a born warrior. She was a made warrior."
Draka was born sick and weak, with light brown skin instead of the healthy dark brown. Durotan remembered how the adults whispered about her when she was young, as if she had already taken one foot on the road to joining the Souls of the Ancestors. His parents once spoke of her sadly, wondering what evil her family had done for the elemental spirits to give them such a fragile child.
Thinking of this, Durotan recalled that shortly after that, the Draka family moved to the outskirts of the camp. Since then, he has hardly seen her. After all, he is also busy with his own affairs.
By this time, Draka had cut off several large pieces of roast lamb and shared them with her family. Durotan saw two children of her tribe sitting next to her parents. They all looked very happy and healthy. Draka felt him watching her and turned to meet his gaze without flinching. She straightened up, her expression seeming to see if he dared to cast a look of sympathy and pity on her.
Of course he won't. She doesn't need any mercy. Under the blessing of the elemental spirits, the care of the shaman and her strong will, she has been transformed from a frail and sick child into a mature womana perfect image of an orc woman.
Orgrim suddenly gave 了He elbowed him, and all the air in his lungs was suddenly squeezed out. Durotan glared at Orgrim.
"Shut your mouth, you open it so wide, it makes me want to stuff something in it to stop it." Orgrim muttered.
Durotan then realized that he had kept his mouth open and that it had been seen by many people. Many people gave him evil smiles. He quickly turned his attention back to the feast in front of him, not looking at Draka again that night.
But at night, he dreamed of her. When he woke up, he knew that she would be his. After all, he was the heir apparent to the most respected clan.
Which woman can say no to him?
"No," Draka said.
Durotan was stunned. Early the next morning after that day, he found Draka and invited her to hunt with him tomorrow. Just the two of them. Both knew what the proposal meant: a man and a woman hunting together as a courtship ritual. And she actually rejected him.
This is so unexpected. Durotan didn't know what to do for a while. She looked at him with eyes that were almost contemptuous, and the corners of her mouth were raised in a half-smile.
"Why?" Durotan finally managed to say.
¡°I¡¯m not old enough to find a partner yet,¡± she said. The tone seemed to treat this as an excuse rather than a reason. (To be continued. Mobile phone users please read here.) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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