Stratholme God

Chapter 99 Commander is actually you! ? (Ask for a recommendation ticket)

Do you think [Junchen Tianya] was arrested because of 'shooting in the city, confinement reporting'?

wrong!

The truth of the matter is:

A lot of big bosses beat their chests and said: "Why is that kid... naive? He actually throws shit! Just pull a bomb produced by a dwarf and drop it, maybe you will get the orc chieftain. Change the direction of the entire battle."

In fact, they think too much.

Players know that Orgrim may die on all kinds of weapons, not including the black powder bomb that the gnome is now.

Their surname is [Doom Hammer]!
Without fire resistance, can you play this fire-breathing hammer?
In order to fight the ogre army in his hometown, the former Great Chief Black Hand recaptured the [Doom Hammer] from the volcano, and his fist turned into rock, which looked like carbon.

[Doomhammer] The chaotic fire element power on it is much more terrifying than a soldering iron, and weaker guys can't control it.

According to the player's estimate, with Orgrim's own fire-resistant skin and the legendary unproven leader template, he is probably enough to carry the Balrog Ragnaros.

As for why it was a depilatory cream that was thrown away, but it was mistaken for Diuxiang, it was because the thing produced by the goblin was so stinky.

Even if it was just a small bucket, when they pulled the goods onto the gryphon, they were complained by many gryphon managers pinching their noses...

It doesn't matter if they lost the depilatory cream or not, they are now regarded as the great man who made Orgrim butterfly swim in the cesspool.

After poor Orgrim returned, he took a bath in the river with his brother and sister Grom. After washing for a long time, they found a fact that made them desperate and angry - they seemed to be bald, and their hair and beards were falling out. And the skull and upper body will emit green fluorescence slightly.

Yes, this thing looks as weird and weird as a 10-watt green energy-saving light bulb.

Forget it, they had a smell similar to flying lingering around them, and they couldn't wash them off no matter how much they washed them.

In the lower reaches of the river, a large number of poor fish and shrimp turned their stomachs and died violently on the spot.

Hu Dad was trembling with anger: "I want to kill all those despicable humans!"

Although Orgrim was equally distraught, he still held back: "Don't fall for the trick, but I have a better way to get revenge..."

On the other hand, the advance of the orcs in the Hillsbrad Foothills was hindered.

Because the extremely mysterious [Trident] army has come again.

This mysterious army is full of hot and sour smells all over the map, not to mention the olfactory sense of the wolf, but also comes with a snow version of auspicious clothes and a strong crossbow, attacking orcs everywhere.

It is not a lie to run into a flying dragon or to be caught by a large army of wolf cavalry, and face death as if returning to the front.

Anyway, the people from the Warsong and the Dragonmaw clan didn't take advantage of these trident-marked guys.

A lot of times, no one was born, no corpse was seen in death, only blood and scattered orc weapons and items were left on the ground, indicating that they had been attacked.

Go out to get some water, don't even think about coming back if you don't have 100 people.

100 people are not insured either.

On one occasion, people were rescued, and 30 orc warriors and 75 hard laborers all became father-in-laws.

It took at most half an hour before and after, and the skillful technique was outrageous.

Occasionally catch a few [Trident] soldiers, those guys will have weird smiles on their faces, and then foam at the mouth, saying that they will hang up, and they will not give the orcs a chance to torture.

Orgrim thought that there were not many human elites, and they would be gone if they killed them all, but it seemed that these thousand people could not be killed no matter what.Like flies, they harass the major clans of orcs day and night.

The frontal battle seemed to freeze just like that.

On December 12th, poor Azeroth had no 'single season left'.In the Hinterlands, a peculiar team gathers.

In a closed cave tavern, two dwarves guard the door.

Two slender figures covered in cloaks showed tokens to the guards and were put into the gate.

It is full of typical dwarf-style decorations. Although the tables and chairs are rough and unrestrained, the overall color of the tavern is warm. On the walls, there are head specimens of various prey hanging, and each small wooden sign reads when so-and-so is hunting.

The torches hanging on the wall were all lit, illuminating the tavern quite brightly.

As soon as the two women came in, they saw a white-haired and white-bearded dwarf melon proudly drinking ale from a wooden wine glass that was thicker than a human arm.

"Ahhh! Are you your companions in this operation? Let me introduce myself, I'm Kurtaz, a poor bastard who has lost his territory, and has just become a paladin under the guidance of Archbishop Fao. This time I'm Self-recommended."

Lord?

This word is quite sensitive.

They took off their hoods, revealing one and a half delicate faces.

"Uh, elf?" Kurtaz was stunned for a moment, and then grinned: "Anyway, you can ask me to do anything, don't tell me to guard the dog hole every day. As long as I can be an orc, I am willing to listen to the command."

The silver-haired female elf in the lead was also stunned for a moment: "Aren't you the commander? Uh, sorry, let me introduce myself first, I'm Veresa Windrunner, a ranger. Next to me is Valli LS Gunnar."

The blond female elf covered half of her face, her blue eyes flashed with cold light, and she faintly spit out two words: "thief."

After saying that, Valeera put on her hood again and leaned her body into the corner of the tavern.Even if she hadn't sneaked, if she didn't look carefully, she wouldn't have been able to spot this female thief who was immersed in the shadows.

Veresa was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, my fellow race is just like this."

Shorty waved his hand: "It's okay, thieves are like this, I understand."

At this moment, the fourth person entered the tavern, it was a human with strange dark red hair.

The dark green eyes under the bushy fiery red hair looked curiously at the two in front of him, and then was surprised to find Valeera hiding in the corner.

The sudden turn of his head made the scar on his nose even more obvious in the firelight.

Even so, the male mage never looked ugly—he had a strong, graceful jaw and angular face.And a pair of bowed eyebrows make his expression always seem full of bitter irony and a questioning attitude towards everyone.

This seemingly aloof demeanor made the first three feel a little unhappy.

It was Veresa who spoke first: "Oh, are you the commander of our squad? Your Excellency the Mage."

"Commander? Uh, I'm not." The male mage realized that his appearance once again caused him trouble communicating with others: "Actually, I was worried that too many people would bring danger to teammates. Well, my name is Rhonin, a mage from the Kirin Tor Council."

Kurtaz muttered a little dissatisfiedly: "Then there must be a commander."

Veresa couldn't help but have strange thoughts.

Kurtaz didn't say his origin, but he didn't mind showing his family crest. According to the style, he was at least an upper-middle aristocrat.If the commander's background is not big enough, he may not be able to hold the dwarf.

Big head.

At this moment, the door of the tavern opened again, and an overly young human came in.

"The Duke of Stratholme!?" Veresa was dumbfounded.

Not only her, but the rest of the team members in the tavern showed surprised expressions.

"I can't come?" MacDonald smiled.

"No, that, your identity, uh, don't you have to command the army?" Veresa was a little incoherent.

"The road is blocked by heavy snow, and the army can't be mobilized at all. Compared with other things, the Red Dragon Army is the biggest threat. These days, even the king can die for the country, why can't I, a little duke, take risks?"

McDonald's speech was calm, and the hearts of the other four couldn't help but raise their heartfelt admiration.

(End of this chapter)