My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Ogre?"

Tal Rama was taken aback for a moment-he was surprised at what the human being in front of him knew about the orcs-how could humans in this strange world know the story between the orcs and the ogres?

Lost in the fierce battle is a terrible thing. Tal Rama paid the price for his negligence; the long sword in Ma Long's hand shook gently, knocking away the battle axe in Tal Rama's hand. There was a deep scar on the outside of his left chest-if it hadn't been instinctively dodged, Tal Rama's heart had been pierced.

Tallamar's injury caused the blood cave orcs to let out a noisy exclamation-they were stationed in Stormwind City with Tallamar, and no one did not know the strength of this Blackrock Orc.

Although the orcs of the Blood Cave clan also retain the tradition of being brave and good at fighting, they are still far behind Tallamar who entered Orgrim? Doomhammer Guards.

However, Malone is still some distance away from the victory of this fight-Tal Rama recovered at the last moment, he dodges the tip of Malone's sword, and forced Malone away with his vigorous axe. The action of coming down and attacking brought the position between the two people back to where they started.

"You are very interesting, human, you know a lot about us... I believe that the great Doomhammer will be of interest to you."

Talrama paused and panted, and said loudly—he changed his mind. He planned to capture the human in front of him alive and send him to Warchief Orgrim? Doomhammer—though Talrama didn’t He was good at thinking, but he felt that a human being able to know so much information about orcs was not something that McComaron could explain clearly when he was captured.

"According to me... if I cut off your head and give it to your warchief, he will obviously be more interested."

Ma Long also seized the opportunity to rest his body, which had been overloaded, for a while, but he didn't feel idle.

"Then give it a try!"

Tal Rama roared and rushed forward again, and the battle axe in his hand slammed into Malone's chest.

Ma Long also waved his long sword to greet him, but this time, he played a little trick.

"Did you know, Orc... I cut off all your brother's fingers and toes-even though he recruited all the information like a coward, I did it-just for fun."

While blocking Tallamar's stormy attack, Malone said loudly-although these words made Malone a little distracted, they obviously had a greater impact on Tallamar.

"Shut up, human!"

Tal Rama yelled, but in her heart she couldn't help but remember the situation when her brother was tortured by the human being in front of him-even though he knew that his brother might have revealed the secrets of the tribe, but... he was his brother after all.

"I broke all his teeth and sprinkled salt on his wounds... Ha, your brother was like a child when he cried, or... the children are braver than him; maybe; He should always stay by his mother's side and breastfeed."

Ma Long continued to mock the orcs he was fighting with, and he noticed that his opponent's footsteps had begun to be a little messy.

"Close your stinky mouth, human!"

Tallamar's movements became violent, and a lot of blood burst out of the wound under his left rib. The burning pain made his muscles start to cramp, but what made him more heartache was his brother's experience-he swears Try all the torture that McComaron has suffered on all the humans in this small town...no, a thousand times!(To be continued.)

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"Did you see the soldiers behind me? Each of them stabbed your brother-that guy had become a sieve when he died, and then we hung him up-right there. Can you see the tallest building in town hanging from it?"

Ma Long was not disturbed by Tal Rama's words, he still said to himself.

Tal Rama was stunned for a moment-even though he had just been distracted and almost pierced through his heart with a long sword, after listening to Ma Long, he inevitably glanced at the town behind Ma Long.

Successive mistakes are often fatal. The last time Tal Rama was not pierced by a long sword, this time, he was not so lucky.

The Blackrock Orc saw nothing in the town—he didn't even notice any iconic tallest building in that town.

When Tal Rama realized that something was not quite right, a sharp pain had passed from his lower abdomen to his mind.

"Go to hell, monster."

Ma Long said softly--his long sword pierced Tal Rama's belly very smoothly and pierced his back--even if it was an orc, it was not invulnerable.

Tal Rama opened his mouth to say something, only to find that his tongue was numb; he let out a slight "hoho" low growl, but only some blood foam with bubbles was sprayed out.

Tal Rama no longer remembers how many enemies he killed—whether it was a draenei, arakkoa, an ogre or a human, but...

It was the first time Tal Rama knew that death was such a feeling.

The cold touch began to spread from the limbs, and Tallamar found that his eyes had begun to blur; something seemed to push him, causing him to lie down weakly.

Tal Rama's body fell heavily to the ground, he felt something was drawn out of his stomach; the internal organs seemed to be twisted together in pain, he wanted to reach out his hand to plug the wound on his stomach , But no longer had the strength to lift the arm that could swing the heavy tomahawk vigorously.

"Mike...Malone..."

Tal Rama whispered in a low voice. He thought of his brother, of his father, of his mother, of the ever-rich water plants in Nagrand, and of the eternally blue sky before the formation of the tribe.

Tallama is homesick-how he wants to go back to his hometown again, to see his old father, to taste the fragrant blood oatmeal cooked by his mother, and McComaron-his own The younger brother took a bath together in the stream at the door of the house and hunted on the vast Nagrand grassland...

However, the darkness swallowed Tal Rama’s last memories and reveries of his hometown. Vague buzzing sounded from his ears, and warm liquid flowed from his mouth and nose, all over his rough cheeks. Flowing—the cold touch finally completely occupied his chest—Tallamar, dead.

...

Ma Long drew his long sword from the corpse of the dead Blackrock Orc, and then slammed forward; the remaining blood on the sword was thrown in front of Ma Long, splashing on the faces of the stunned Blood Cave Orcs. on.

"attack!"

Ma Long shouted loudly, and then rushed towards the blood cave orcs.

...

Robin stood in front of Moonbrook Town, and he watched nervously as his chief and the orcs were fighting face to face.

Robin is not a coward, he is willing to do such a thing on behalf of his chief; however, he still remembers the task that Chief Lothar gave to him-this is a kind of trust and a responsibility-Robin knows he is The most suitable candidate.

When Chief Lothar retreated frequently under the attack of the orc leader, Robin almost couldn't help giving offensive orders several times; however, he finally resisted not doing so because it was not yet time.

Finally, Chief Lothar did not let himself down-when Robin saw the once invincible orc leader fell heavily to the ground, he severely waved off his hand that was already full Fist of sweat.

"The whole army assault!"

Robin shouted.

"The whole army assaults! Xiquan garrison, charge!"

Paul drew the one-handed sword from his waist, responded loudly to Robin's order, and then rushed out of the position on the edge of Moonbrook Town first.

"Charge! Charge!"

The Xiquan garrison clenched their weapons one after another, and then loudly urged the militias of the night town to maintain their formation and launch a general attack on the orcs.

...

Hogg the Jackal glanced at his side with some fear-he found that the human soldiers rushed out with their weapons. Hogg instinctively felt that he should do the same, but he still had some scruples-because of A huge silver-white wolf stayed by his side.

Hogg believed that if he acted rashly, the fangs and claws of the giant wolf would definitely not be a display.

But it seems that the giant wolf has no time to take care of himself now-Hogg has found nothing by his side; he looked forward suspiciously, but found that a white lightning had already rushed in front of all the human soldiers. .

So Hogg took out the dagger that was in his waistband, and he looked in front of him—where there were countless green-skinned monsters—that was, they attacked his camp and killed Your compatriots and relatives.

"Green Leather!"