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Chapter 66 Who put the dung fork in here?
Chapter 66 Who put the dung fork in here
In the dark night, the smell of sin drifted over.
Smelling the smell of meat in the air in their own camp, many orcs were both appetizing and cursing.
Because, this is the fragrance of [Dry Roasted Wolf Kebab].
The method is two wolf ribs and one special seasoning of Stormwind City...
In the night wind, a group of sluts roasted wolf meat, sang songs, and even had beer, so don't be too depraved.
[Three high-voltage lines]: "Roast wolf meat! I like to eat-"
On the opposite side, that little orc clan named Beifeng, who did not even have a name in history, did not dare to come out in the middle of the night to hunt down those hateful humans.
Strangely, night blindness is common among the orcs of this clan.
It's not that they never sent Wargs out to find enemies on their own, but the Wargs that went out were turned into wolf steaks.
The despicableness and shamelessness of the opposite human is completely beyond the imagination of these simple orcs.
All kinds of traps that have never been heard of, and what kind of animal traps are already pediatrics: such as poisoning in the stomach of a live rabbit, and after the wolf eats it, it will die alive; When the poisonous mist came out, the wolf was attacked as soon as it smelled it.
And then, most humiliatingly, a Warg defected.
Looking at the wargs who were ridden by humans with their tails tucked, the orcs felt that it was a shame for the tribe!
Near the camp here.
[Lazy] He shouted at the wolf who lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, like a wronged daughter-in-law: "Erha! Hand!"
This gray-haired wolf, who was obviously much taller than the human in front of him, obediently handed out his claws, and then timidly looked at his companion who was still being slaughtered not far away, and shivered a bit as he listened to his dying cry.
Well, wolves are tough!
In fact, wolves and dogs are one species, and they do not even have reproductive isolation from each other.
When a wolf becomes a habit, it becomes a dog.
Warg... as it should be (manually funny)!
In this way, humans approached the orc camp within [-] meters at night, but the orcs had nothing to do.
The orcs and wolves who went out at night did not come back!
After the bounty hunters led by the player successfully suppressed the tribe's nocturnal activities, Grian Stallman's men moved.
That night, it seemed to be as deadly as ever, but who knew that, less than a hundred meters from the camp, there were countless flickering firelights.
That's a bunch of... rockets!
As we all know, how weak Mao is!
Whether it's a fluffy warg, an orc with slightly longer body hair who likes to wear animal skins, or a wooden camp, all are very weak.
This weakness cannot be removed until one learns to smear the barracks with plaster.
When more than a thousand rockets landed in the flammable camp, the end was doomed.
"what!"
"Fire! Fire!"
The wolf in the wolf circle howled and roared, twisting his body desperately, instinctively trying to escape from this flaming hell.They wailed at their masters, only to find that their masters were also covered in flames, desperately rolling on the ground.
The cherished fur of the orcs became the death sticker for the messengers of the underworld.The skeletons of large prey they collected became stumbling traps, preventing them from escaping.
The whole camp was a sea of fire. The worst thing was that in order to avoid the harassment of the murlocs, the camp was quite far from the water source, and even trying to put out the fire could not be saved.
The orcs who finally rushed out of the camp gate were shot by crossbow arrows again.
[Grandpa Bear's old schoolbag]: "Kill the duck!"
[Scarlet Jade]: "Quanjude expresses a thumbs up!"
[Scrap Ah]: "Push the duck!"
[Xia Xia Wu]: "Wait, what did the duck do wrong, you have to rush the duck?"
That's right, the battle of sand sculpture players is so easy to distort the style.
Looking at the half-dead orcs, the victory of mankind came naturally.
On the night of October 10, the first year of the Dark Portal, seven orc clans were removed from the tribe, and eight clans were crippled.
Although they were all small clans with less than a thousand members, they still caused quite a stir in the tribe.
Perhaps the only luck is that the orcs set up camps in clan units, which did not cause a real burning camp.
All of Lothar's luck ended with a heavy snowfall the next day.
A super cold current from the direction of Ironforge crossed the strait and brought goose feather snow.
When the white snow covered Elwynn Forest, the human guerrilla warfare was suddenly hit hard.
Snow has made humans lose the opportunity to easily conceal their footprints. The key is that most of the rivers are frozen, and the ice layer is more than [-] centimeters thick.
While the murloc card was abolished, it also allowed the Frostwolf clan to shine.
[Green Brown]: "Fuck! Is there snow in Elwynn Forest?"
[I am embarrassed]: "Nima! Frost Wolf joined the battle for Mao!?"
[Ding-Dang is a ⑨]: "This is different from the history we know!"
[Ten Thousand Years Snake Skin]: "Could it be that the door of darkness opened, affecting the environment and bringing El Nilo climate."
[A pinch of small world]: "Fart! How come there is so much astronomy in this world!"
Not to mention the people of Stormwind Kingdom, even the players are confused.
Without the scorching heat, the Frostwolf who grew up in the cold snow field is no longer a sick Erha, but a truly terrible cavalry.
More than [-] wolf cavalrymen drove the humans to run around the world.
In the snow with a thickness of more than half a meter, the horses are obviously not as thick as the fleshy palms, and they are almost like frost wolves flying on the snow.
If you can put the camera in the sky and look down, you will see that the front line of more than [-] kilometers is full of human beings who are being chased north.
In the military camp in Shining Gold Town, looking at the red-haired girl in front of him, Lothar made a cruel decision.
[Zhao Xiao] Staring at Lothar: "Do you hope that the Trident Legion will take the initiative to attack and crucify the wolf cavalry in exchange for the safe evacuation of other troops?"
"If it's a change of troops, I will never make such a request. Even if it is a militia group of 1 people, I will not change it. But at this time, there is a refugee group of 5000 people in the southeast of Jinjin Town... ..." Lothar didn't dare to meet her eyes, he lowered his head deeply, and sighed: "I know this is a very selfish request, and you have no obligation to help the Stormwind Kingdom to this point..."
"Understood." Without any extra words, the girl just took on a mission that was almost mortal.
Lothar felt a little lost. He followed the girl's footsteps and walked out of the headquarters, only to see the girl raise her hand and gently greet him with a word he did not understand.
It was in Chinese: "Hi! Brothers, the month of January has come."
No nonsense, the trident soldiers who were slackly scattered throughout the camp like bastards, their armor torn and tattered, and who felt like a group of deserters suddenly had a smile on their faces.
That is the smile that knows its own destiny!
That is the smile of generosity to die!
The 10,000+ soldiers on the entire defense line are discussing who will be the supporting force.
Now, there is an answer.
The soldiers were suddenly moved!
They thought that this already good enough guest army would not take on such a cruel task.
not at all!
Just like that, they hummed a song, carried their big swords, and walked out of the camp gate, all the way to the east.
Three hours later, watching the comrades who rolled back sparsely, and then watching the firelight rising into the sky ten kilometers away, I don't know how many stormy soldiers left tears of sadness.
"They're heroes..." Bolvar tapped Anduin Lothar on the shoulder.
"Yeah. But as the commander-in-chief, my duty every day is to send the right soldiers to the right places to die." Having said that, there was already moisture in the corners of Kerrosa's eyes.
……
Many years later, when a fiery red girl and a group of ruffians strolled to the First Dark Portal War Memorial Cemetery outside Stormwind City, they saw an epic weapon [Shadow Strike] in the shape of a trident inserted into the [Shadow Strike]. In front of the tombstone of Trident Cemetery, the girl and the crowd suddenly yelled.
"Who the hell came out and put the dung fork in here!?"
-
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(End of this chapter)
In the dark night, the smell of sin drifted over.
Smelling the smell of meat in the air in their own camp, many orcs were both appetizing and cursing.
Because, this is the fragrance of [Dry Roasted Wolf Kebab].
The method is two wolf ribs and one special seasoning of Stormwind City...
In the night wind, a group of sluts roasted wolf meat, sang songs, and even had beer, so don't be too depraved.
[Three high-voltage lines]: "Roast wolf meat! I like to eat-"
On the opposite side, that little orc clan named Beifeng, who did not even have a name in history, did not dare to come out in the middle of the night to hunt down those hateful humans.
Strangely, night blindness is common among the orcs of this clan.
It's not that they never sent Wargs out to find enemies on their own, but the Wargs that went out were turned into wolf steaks.
The despicableness and shamelessness of the opposite human is completely beyond the imagination of these simple orcs.
All kinds of traps that have never been heard of, and what kind of animal traps are already pediatrics: such as poisoning in the stomach of a live rabbit, and after the wolf eats it, it will die alive; When the poisonous mist came out, the wolf was attacked as soon as it smelled it.
And then, most humiliatingly, a Warg defected.
Looking at the wargs who were ridden by humans with their tails tucked, the orcs felt that it was a shame for the tribe!
Near the camp here.
[Lazy] He shouted at the wolf who lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, like a wronged daughter-in-law: "Erha! Hand!"
This gray-haired wolf, who was obviously much taller than the human in front of him, obediently handed out his claws, and then timidly looked at his companion who was still being slaughtered not far away, and shivered a bit as he listened to his dying cry.
Well, wolves are tough!
In fact, wolves and dogs are one species, and they do not even have reproductive isolation from each other.
When a wolf becomes a habit, it becomes a dog.
Warg... as it should be (manually funny)!
In this way, humans approached the orc camp within [-] meters at night, but the orcs had nothing to do.
The orcs and wolves who went out at night did not come back!
After the bounty hunters led by the player successfully suppressed the tribe's nocturnal activities, Grian Stallman's men moved.
That night, it seemed to be as deadly as ever, but who knew that, less than a hundred meters from the camp, there were countless flickering firelights.
That's a bunch of... rockets!
As we all know, how weak Mao is!
Whether it's a fluffy warg, an orc with slightly longer body hair who likes to wear animal skins, or a wooden camp, all are very weak.
This weakness cannot be removed until one learns to smear the barracks with plaster.
When more than a thousand rockets landed in the flammable camp, the end was doomed.
"what!"
"Fire! Fire!"
The wolf in the wolf circle howled and roared, twisting his body desperately, instinctively trying to escape from this flaming hell.They wailed at their masters, only to find that their masters were also covered in flames, desperately rolling on the ground.
The cherished fur of the orcs became the death sticker for the messengers of the underworld.The skeletons of large prey they collected became stumbling traps, preventing them from escaping.
The whole camp was a sea of fire. The worst thing was that in order to avoid the harassment of the murlocs, the camp was quite far from the water source, and even trying to put out the fire could not be saved.
The orcs who finally rushed out of the camp gate were shot by crossbow arrows again.
[Grandpa Bear's old schoolbag]: "Kill the duck!"
[Scarlet Jade]: "Quanjude expresses a thumbs up!"
[Scrap Ah]: "Push the duck!"
[Xia Xia Wu]: "Wait, what did the duck do wrong, you have to rush the duck?"
That's right, the battle of sand sculpture players is so easy to distort the style.
Looking at the half-dead orcs, the victory of mankind came naturally.
On the night of October 10, the first year of the Dark Portal, seven orc clans were removed from the tribe, and eight clans were crippled.
Although they were all small clans with less than a thousand members, they still caused quite a stir in the tribe.
Perhaps the only luck is that the orcs set up camps in clan units, which did not cause a real burning camp.
All of Lothar's luck ended with a heavy snowfall the next day.
A super cold current from the direction of Ironforge crossed the strait and brought goose feather snow.
When the white snow covered Elwynn Forest, the human guerrilla warfare was suddenly hit hard.
Snow has made humans lose the opportunity to easily conceal their footprints. The key is that most of the rivers are frozen, and the ice layer is more than [-] centimeters thick.
While the murloc card was abolished, it also allowed the Frostwolf clan to shine.
[Green Brown]: "Fuck! Is there snow in Elwynn Forest?"
[I am embarrassed]: "Nima! Frost Wolf joined the battle for Mao!?"
[Ding-Dang is a ⑨]: "This is different from the history we know!"
[Ten Thousand Years Snake Skin]: "Could it be that the door of darkness opened, affecting the environment and bringing El Nilo climate."
[A pinch of small world]: "Fart! How come there is so much astronomy in this world!"
Not to mention the people of Stormwind Kingdom, even the players are confused.
Without the scorching heat, the Frostwolf who grew up in the cold snow field is no longer a sick Erha, but a truly terrible cavalry.
More than [-] wolf cavalrymen drove the humans to run around the world.
In the snow with a thickness of more than half a meter, the horses are obviously not as thick as the fleshy palms, and they are almost like frost wolves flying on the snow.
If you can put the camera in the sky and look down, you will see that the front line of more than [-] kilometers is full of human beings who are being chased north.
In the military camp in Shining Gold Town, looking at the red-haired girl in front of him, Lothar made a cruel decision.
[Zhao Xiao] Staring at Lothar: "Do you hope that the Trident Legion will take the initiative to attack and crucify the wolf cavalry in exchange for the safe evacuation of other troops?"
"If it's a change of troops, I will never make such a request. Even if it is a militia group of 1 people, I will not change it. But at this time, there is a refugee group of 5000 people in the southeast of Jinjin Town... ..." Lothar didn't dare to meet her eyes, he lowered his head deeply, and sighed: "I know this is a very selfish request, and you have no obligation to help the Stormwind Kingdom to this point..."
"Understood." Without any extra words, the girl just took on a mission that was almost mortal.
Lothar felt a little lost. He followed the girl's footsteps and walked out of the headquarters, only to see the girl raise her hand and gently greet him with a word he did not understand.
It was in Chinese: "Hi! Brothers, the month of January has come."
No nonsense, the trident soldiers who were slackly scattered throughout the camp like bastards, their armor torn and tattered, and who felt like a group of deserters suddenly had a smile on their faces.
That is the smile that knows its own destiny!
That is the smile of generosity to die!
The 10,000+ soldiers on the entire defense line are discussing who will be the supporting force.
Now, there is an answer.
The soldiers were suddenly moved!
They thought that this already good enough guest army would not take on such a cruel task.
not at all!
Just like that, they hummed a song, carried their big swords, and walked out of the camp gate, all the way to the east.
Three hours later, watching the comrades who rolled back sparsely, and then watching the firelight rising into the sky ten kilometers away, I don't know how many stormy soldiers left tears of sadness.
"They're heroes..." Bolvar tapped Anduin Lothar on the shoulder.
"Yeah. But as the commander-in-chief, my duty every day is to send the right soldiers to the right places to die." Having said that, there was already moisture in the corners of Kerrosa's eyes.
……
Many years later, when a fiery red girl and a group of ruffians strolled to the First Dark Portal War Memorial Cemetery outside Stormwind City, they saw an epic weapon [Shadow Strike] in the shape of a trident inserted into the [Shadow Strike]. In front of the tombstone of Trident Cemetery, the girl and the crowd suddenly yelled.
"Who the hell came out and put the dung fork in here!?"
-
ps: Ask for recommended tickets and rewards in the new week. The seedlings of new books are supported by this.Thanks guys.
(End of this chapter)
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