fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 177 The Countess

Little Saurfang was beaten bruised and swollen. Fortunately, Saur was merciful because he was the son of his own bodyguard, and he was beaten unconscious.

He thought that the Mag'har orcs would repel him when they saw him beating their warlord, but he was wrong. The Mag'har orcs around him looked at him in awe, without the expected resistance.

Thrall had lived among humans for too long, and also served as the chief of the tribe, so the way of thinking about problems was inevitably too complicated. In fact, it was very simple to make the orcs obedient, and that was to defeat their chief.

If he had come here earlier to beat up these warlords, no one would dare to disobey the orders of his great chief.

Thrall handed over Zangarmarsh to collect the fleeing tribesmen, and he will go to Terokkar Forest immediately.

He has always had a bad premonition. After seeing some symptoms of drinking demon blood among these Mag'har orcs, he felt that his premonition had been fulfilled. A damn warlord actually drank forbidden things for power , Thrall and the old warriors in the tribe were extremely angry.

The demon, that is the chief culprit that caused the displacement of the orcs and the destruction of their world and home.

Thrall, like all the old orcs, believed that this was a conspiracy of the devil, and even felt that the massacre of their stronghold by the draenei was also planned by the devil.

In short, all bad things are blamed on the devil. This kind of thinking is probably not wrong. If Zhang Li knows it, he will wake up with a smile.

And soon, something happened that made Thrall stare furiously.

The group of ogres actually held a party around the avenue, and Thrall was shocked by the sights of all kinds of ingredients being processed.

"Stop for me!!!" He roared angrily, and rushed up with a large army. The ogre quickly found them and immediately prepared to wait.

"Ha! Little ones, there's another group of food! Catch them!" Mallocki shouted happily, and stood in the first row of the line.

His big head looks very intimidating.

"Are you the ogre king here?"

"That's right, I'm Mal, and Loki is very powerful." In the eyes of ogres, power = status.

"Please stop persecuting my people!" Thrall yelled, he didn't dare to rush, Malloki's ogre tribes are numerous, and the tribes have never rested after hard battles, he has no hope of winning, he hopes to rely on words Convince this ogre king.

"Persecution? What is that? Can it be eaten?" Marloki scratched his head in doubt, perhaps this word was beyond his cognition.

"Please release those orcs."

"Let it go? No, no, no, the orcs are not trustworthy, Mal must eat them."

"You want food? We'll give it! Whatever you want, please let them go!" Thrall shouted hoarsely.

"As much as you want?" Malloki seemed to be moved.

"Then I will have enough food for our clan for a year. If you agree, I will let them go."

It's only been a year?Thrall heaved a sigh of relief, it seems that this ogre king is quite kind, if he only eats for a year, his tribe can afford it.

And just as he was about to say no problem, Rexxar stopped him.

"Wait for Thrall."

"My friend, what's the matter with you?"

"Maybe we can use these ogres." Rexxar understands ogres, and ogres are simple-minded, so it is easy to hold grudges and forget grudges. If the funny hatred between them can be wiped out, they may still be able to continue. Hire this pack of ogres.

The Horde has lost a lot of power and is in desperate need of new power supplies.

"We'll give you ten years' worth of food!" After a little discussion, Thrall made a decision.

"Ten years?!" Malloki opened his eyes wide, and then began to snap his fingers, but he became more and more confused. Ten years, this amount of calculation was a bit too big for him.

"But we have one condition!"

"Ah? What is it?" Malloki asked with a cute face.

"You and your ogres continue to work for us, and we will keep our promise to take you out of this broken world!"

It seems that Thrall reminded Malloki that he finally remembered that he wanted to leave Draenor, so he nodded in agreement.

It's just that in these ten years, Saar will supply them in batches.

After that, the half-processed "ingredients" were released immediately, and the daywalkers of Anshe Church began to get busy. On this day without shamans, they were the only healers.

A bird observed all this, and wrote a secret order about the re-hiring of the ogre and sent it to the elf's messenger, and then the secret letter appeared on Sister Xi's table.

"So, what does this have to do with us?" Sister Xi looked at the urgent secret letter with a dazed expression, feeling very puzzled.

Why did Zhang Li even pay attention to this kind of thing?

She felt that something was wrong, because she knew very well that Zhang Li, this guy was just playing in the palace except for the necessary training, how could he be so carefree.

The letter concluded with: "Any other instructions?"

"So what do you want me to instruct? Do you want to continue to monitor the orcs? Could it be that he is going to attack the orcs?" After thinking about it, Ximei felt that the matter inside was not simple.

Then she wrote a letter to Zhang Li to inquire. After many days, Zhang Li replied to her, the content was very simple.

"That ogre chief is one of us, you don't need to worry about him, just keep letting him be an undercover agent."

After reading it, Sister Xi slapped the table hard: "How many things are you hiding from me!"

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Rogge camp, where the first batch of goblin pilots started business.

The talent points of the dark world do not point to technology at all, so the works of goblins are really magical in everyone's eyes.

Flying iron birds are already eye-popping, and they also have small mechanical animals, fireworks, lighters, bombs and other gadgets that can be used for trade.

But the goblins are very disappointed, because these people are refugees, they are too poor to afford their engineering products, but fortunately there are local tyrants here, and the shy and kind-hearted Orthea bought all the fireworks for them. Refugees in the camp watch.

As an assassin, Hilda is obsessed with those mechanical gadgets. She can make many kinds of magic traps, but limited by the materials, the power of those traps is difficult to increase, and they are not very flexible and reliable to use. They are often thrown out and dropped on the ground. It broke. These mechanical gadgets gave her a lot of inspiration, but she couldn't understand the principle at all.

The long-distance occupations, including Kasha and Anna, were fooled by a group of goblins to sell muskets.

"This thing is useless at all, it's too inflexible, and its power is low. It's still a vanity equipment." Anna pointed at the musket with a contemptuous attitude. The goblin couldn't understand what she said, but she looked at her face The disgusted look also knew that she didn't like her goods.

"Ma'am, if you don't like it, you can leave. Please don't mislead others. I have real treasures here." He said in a bad tone, but Anna couldn't understand his words.

Unlike Anna, who had a critical eye, Kasha's eyes almost glowed when she looked at these muskets.

"This... these... are really incredible!"

"Huh? What's unbelievable? These rags are filled slowly, and their power is also fixed. If I use these things, I can't release many of my skills." Anna was very puzzled by this.

There are no muskets in the dark world, and the closest thing is the crossbow, but that kind of bulky weapon is generally not the first choice for advanced shooters, because it is too inflexible.

The power of the bow can be adjusted by itself. If you draw it round, it will be powerful but the rate of fire will be slower. If you don't have the ability, then it's better to just hold a long spear and throw a spear up there, and your strength will drop by more than a notch.

And most importantly, the power of the bow is no weaker than that of the crossbow.

Crossbows might be more powerful in a low-magic world, but in the wizarding world, those trees or metals often contain terrifying power, and the bows made of these materials are quite extraordinary, and ordinary people can't even use them.

People don't even look down on crossbows, let alone muskets.

But Kasha is different, as the leader of Rogge, as the leader of the guards protecting Rogge's camp, Kasha sees farther than Anna.

There is no doubt that there is no limit to the use of muskets. This kind of weapon that can be used by moving fingers can be operated by even children, and the body of the gun has a three-point and one-line aiming device, which means that it can be dispatched with a little training. On the battlefield.

With the monastery occupied, there are only a thousand Rogge under her. It is too difficult for more than a thousand people to protect the camp. If she can get this kind of weapon, it will not be too easy to defend against the Fallen.

So Kasha truthfully explained to Anna, and Anna suddenly realized.

"Well, it seems that this weapon with a low threshold for use is indeed not bad, but I don't know if it is expensive or not."

In fact, there was no need to think about it at all. Buying things from goblins is not expensive, so Zhang Li and the others dare not sell them expensively. Others will be cheated if they can.

"What!? You need 600 gold coins for this thing! This thing can only deal with ordinary fallen demons!"

"Damn it! There's another charge for this little ball!?"

Anna yelled at the goblin, if it wasn't for Kasha to stop her, she might have to bargain, and action is a verb.

The goblin has a completely unshakable attitude. He is confident that he has Zhang Li's backing, so he is very confident, and he looks like he will eat you.

Beautiful fireworks were released everywhere in the camp, and it was as lively as a festival. Even Akara and Deckard Cain were affected by the atmosphere, and moved their chairs to watch the fireworks after a long absence.

"What a magical race." Deckard Cain sighed.

"Yeah, I just don't know if their arrival is a blessing or a curse for us." Even while watching the fireworks, Akara was always worried about the future.

"Haha, to be able to create an enviable kingdom, I think he must be a good guy."

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In the black wasteland, in a forgotten tower, deafening roars echoed here...

This roar is full of some kind of wonderful power, which can make people's heart tremble and at the same time make people in a trance.

A tall figure stands here, he is not wearing a piece of armor, only wearing a pair of lederhosen, he is very, very strong, and the explosive muscles that are agitating even make the surrounding air tremble.

The most eye-catching thing is the red stripes on his body, which looks exactly like Lord Kui. If he holds the Blade of Chaos, that cos Lord Kui has no flaws.

But what he was holding was a very poor quality machete with a notch.

"Roar!!!" The sound waves visible to the naked eye shook all around, and the surrounding sheep-headed demons couldn't even stand under the sound waves, and the nearest few were even torn apart by the roar.

Fake Master Kui saw the opportunity, he rushed forward with a brisk stride, swung the machete round and took away a wave of human heads, no, sheep heads.

Such a brutal and tyrannical posture made the demons feel intimidated, and none of them dared to step forward for a while.

This terrifying guy despised the surrounding demons, lowered his head and picked up a demon's machete, feeling that this machete was a little better than his own, so he threw his own and picked up another demon's, and he just Holding one, he rushed up again.

There is no one enemy, it may be his situation. Although this tower is occupied by demons, there are no high-level demons here, and the only two mid-level demons are ten times different from this big guy. , The more he killed, the more he enjoyed himself, and the more he killed, the wilder he became, but suddenly, there was a strange heat from the ground, and a violent red burst out suddenly, enveloping him and the surrounding demons.

firewall!The big guy quickly jumped out of the range of the flames, but the weird heat had burned all the hair on his body, and the only pair of lederhosen turned into slag, leaving only the middle one dangling...

He vigilantly looked across the wall of fire, while clenching his teeth and persisting. His skin was as red as a boiled shrimp, the red battle marks on his body became less conspicuous, and the aroma of barbecue permeated the surroundings.

The flames in front of him gradually dissipated, and the big man saw a woman in a bright red robe standing there.

That pale, zombie-like visage really turned her rating into a negative.

At this time, the heat came from the ground again, the big man looked at the woman who was guarded by the demon, gritted his teeth and retreated.

(End of this chapter)