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"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect the Chief!" Old Sarufar flipped over and instantly picked up a fierce axe lying beside him.

He shouted loudly, naked, holding a weapon, standing in front of Thrall, covering Thrall with his own body.

A pair of eyes emitted a sharp light, like an eagle's eyes, which made people dare not look directly at it.

The old Sarufar, who had just disliked Thrall and was dissatisfied with it, had long since thrown away the mood.

"Adminton gets out of the way, I'm going to go out and preside over everything," Thrall stretched out his thick arm, and was about to push the old Sarufar in front of him.

As stable as a rock, Old Sarufar remained motionless. In the end, Sar was not a melee profession. Although he had good melee skills, his best attitude was to shamans who borrowed the power of the ancestor's soul.

In terms of strength, there is a very different difference between Old Sarufar.

"Your safety is the most important thing," Old Sarufar said in a deep voice without any expression.

"No, I think it's more needed to me outside," Saar said.

"Safety is more important," Old Sarufal transformed into a stubborn stone. He could not pour water or oil. No matter what Sar said, he stood in front of Sar without giving in at all.

This made Sar angry. He couldn't compete in strength, but he still couldn't compete in strength.

It's simply helpless. There's no way.

"Sarufal, I order you to get out of here!" Saar's tone became louder.

His eyes were solid and his body was filled with pressure.

Thrall was furious, and the old Sarufar, who had been through many battles, felt a chill, making people know that Thrall was able to become a chief not by luck, but by his own abilities.

Old Sarufar's tone became weaker and he spoke, "Great Chief, you need to be anxious, there will be no serious injury outside."

"The barren land has become the territory of our tribe. The centaurs have been expelled. There are also police whistles on the coast of Durottal, which is most likely to appear. Every hour, the news will be gathered and sent back, and foreign enemies will be invaded by a large-scale foreign invasion. With the strength of our surveillance, it is impossible for people to touch Orgrimmar and be unprepared."

"So this time it was destined to be a small group of enemies, with noisy outside and extremely chaotic. That was because the enemy took action too suddenly. Orgrimmar gathered hundreds of thousands of tribes. After a while, he realized that the enemy would inevitably be defeated."

"So all we have to do now is wait, rather than go out rashly and create opportunities for the enemy,"

Thrall's eyes were very clear. Looking at the expressionless old Sarufal, he was a veteran of the hundred battles, with rich experience, and instantly analyzed the outside form.

Yes, Sar had already figured it out after the words of Old Saruphal.

A small group of enemies raided Orgrimmar, what purpose did they have? Naturally, it could not be to destroy this city and their homes, but those small groups of enemies could not do it.

It is impossible to plunder resources. No one would be so stupid. Who wouldn't know the current situation of the orcs, and the establishment of Orgrimmar was built with the support of the wealth accumulated by the Taurus.

Therefore, the enemy's target has been called out.

The biggest goal of hunting orcs is to hunt down the senior orcs is himself, this tribal chief.

With a ugly face, Thrall began to think about who was the one who was going to attack the tribe and alliance. This was Thrall's first target of doubt. This was purely a conditioned reflex.

In the world of Azeroth, they are the only enemy of the tribe.

With Thrall's wisdom, I can't see how it is. In the future Azeroth world, the alliance is the enemy of the tribe.

But soon, this was eliminated by Thrall. Both sides are still in the honeymoon period. The battle of the Holy Mountain of Haigar has just ended for only one year. The alliance has no reason to take action, and even if it takes action, it will not be beneficial.

In the position of the Great Chief, if he dies, someone will immediately take office.

While Sar was in deep thought, old Sar Far kept watching Sar, looking at Sar's expression.

Watching Thrall return to his calmness, he began to wait patiently.

Old Sarufar's expressionless face showed a faint smile.

The great chief in front of him is the most outstanding one in the history of orcs. The future of orcs is destined to be glorious under his leadership. Old Sarufar firmly believes in this, other old brothers, and countless orcs also believe in this.

The curtain of the tent was quickly unveiled, and a tall orc walked in.

The orc had gray hair and wrinkled face, but his figure was still strong and his fangs were still sharp.

And his brown eyes were as sharp as ever.

He walked into the tent with heavy steps.

"What happened to that big explosion? What enemy did we attack?" Thrall's tone was calm, neither fast nor slow, without showing impatience, fully demonstrating the calmness a leader possessed.

The orc's mouth cracked, and his fangs raised upwards, like a fish hook, and a loud voice rang through the tent, "No enemy," said the tent.

"What's going on in detail?" Thrall had a tight look and relaxed a lot.

Without enemies, this is a good thing. Without fighting or bleeding, there will naturally be no death among the tribe.

War, these two words are the words that Thrall hates, but since he was born and now, these two words that have been endless have always been with him.

"I can't explain this clearly, you can understand it after you go and take a look,"

The orcs were a bit clumsy, their mouths were very long. After saying a few words, they looked at Thrall who was still asking questions. He found that he couldn't explain clearly at all, so he could only suggest that he check it out.

"Let's go," Thrall nodded, indicating that he understood.

Old Sarufar held a weapon and protected Saru closely, and walked out of the tent together.

Although there was no enemy, Old Sarufal still did not relax at all. His arm muscles were bulging tightly, he clutched the weapon tightly with both hands, and his eyes scanned everywhere. As long as there was something wrong, the weapon in his hand would be slashed out as soon as possible to cut off the enemy.

As soon as he walked out of the tent, a burst of sand blew towards him.

Sand. This is the most common thing in the Barren Land and Durothal.

The red sandy land under your feet is simply a feature of barren land and Durotal.

But at present, the red sand appeared in the distant sky, covering the sky, and such a landscape moved Sar.

The red sand covered the sky. The sky became darker.

It was red everywhere, and this was originally in the tent, but it was ignored by Thrall.

"Have you sent someone? Is there any message sent back? Find out what's going on?" Thrall raised his hand and pointed at the sky. He said in a heavy voice.

Heavy, yes, heavy.

The sky is covered, and such a spectacular scene, its appearance does not represent a good thing, but a great disaster.

"Not yet, I need to wait for a while." The orc held the weapon and gently stroked it. He answered.

Thrall was in a bad mood at the moment, very bad. He felt that he and his tribe members were so plagued by so many disasters.

I recalled that since the tribesmen escaped from the shelter, they had not encountered any good things. On the contrary, a series of disasters have happened to themselves and their tribesmen.

Wars continue for a moment, and my own tribe members continue to die. It is not easy to have a year of peace now.

When his home was about to be built and his tribesmen began to live a better life, something disaster happened to him.

Is this a natural disaster or *?

He had to figure it out, and there was the last time he had to find out, and he had to take revenge on the mastermind behind the scenes, telling him that the noble orc was not something he could do.

The agile two-headed flying dragon stoked its wings, and its wings were covered with scales, cutting a graceful arc in the air.

The movements are swift and fast, flying back from the distant sky.

In the blink of an eye, a black dot continued to expand.

In just a dozen seconds, the two-legged flying dragon had already flew back to Orgrimmar.

He circled and flew in the air for a while, and the orc standing beside Thrall who was reporting the news, opened his mouth and let out a loud roar.

The roars were like thunder.

The two-legged flying dragon hovering over the sky immediately bases the source of the sound and finally locks in the target.

Slowly landed above the sky, came to Thrall, and saluted respectfully.

There is no falsehood in this respect, it is completely respect from the heart.

As an orc who has been imprisoned in the shelter for many years, he was numb to everything because of the devil's blood. It was an honor that was more important than life, and it could not inspire any of his emotions.

But Thrall's appearance regained his fighting spirit and aroused his desire for honor.

Thrall is the one he respects the most, no doubt about it.

"Have you investigated the Big Bang clearly? How did it happen?" Thar asked.

"It's been investigated clearly," the orc had a happy look on his face. He was very excited to be able to talk to his most respected great chief.

But he did not forget his responsibilities, and he kept saying something in his mouth, and continued to explain; "Just a while ago, the sky was torn apart, and a huge black hole appeared, just like this,"

When the orc explained, he found that it was not enough to just say it. He also took the initiative to gesture, took out his scimitar and pointed at the tent beside him, and pointed at it and continued, "Then a ship appeared, and he quickly fell down and fell to the ground, and then a big explosion occurred" (My novel "Prince of Gilness in World of Warcraft" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there is also a 100% lottery gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign in the upper right to "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow it, hurry up!) (To be continued) r466
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