One wave has not yet subsided, and another wave has invaded.
"Knights of the Storm, for the Horde, for the future of the Orcs," the priest shouted in the direction of the dawn as he sat on the back of the dark beast with his staff in hand.
"Roar" "Roar" The sound of a roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the manic orcs leaped from the Great Wall of Desperation and stepped into the wasteland, and the belligerent orc warriors, with great battle axes in hand, fearlessly rushed into the dark wasteland, and the heavens and the earth trembled with their roars and roars.
"That's a warrior from the orc race" At the top of the Great Wall of Desperation, the gray-robed wizard looked at the dense group of orcs jumping down from the desperate situation, and the storm knight roaring past the sky, and was extremely excited.
"For Azeroth" the gray-robed wizard led the shout, and suddenly the cry resounded like a storm at the top of the Great Wall of Despair, and then swept across the wasteland.
In the depths of the wasteland, under the darkness and haze, there was a low roar, and there was a manic force condensing at an extreme speed.
The aura of decay is sweeping from the depths of the wasteland, towards the Great Wall of Despair.
War is on the verge of breaking out The wolf rider with a long knife rushed down the void, and the warriors of the orcs rushed into the darkness of the wasteland with blood and bones.
The sound of fierce battles came and went, and the roars of orcs and the terrible sounds of strange spirits completely submerged a corner of the wasteland.
Countless arrows, passing over the warriors of the orc race, densely sliced through the void with terrifying waves, and fell into the darkness of the depths of the wasteland.
The bloody battle, the horn of war is ringing, and the drums of war are roaring, which makes countless warriors enthusiastic.
At the top of the piles of blood and bones, an orc with a fire blade, carrying a clan totem, stepped on the blazing wind, and in a flash, the remnants of the Dao swept towards the wasteland, and he stared at the sky as he went, where a terrifying wave was being summoned.
The blade containing the power of mad violence set off an endless storm between his speeds, enveloping the entire wasteland, the void was completely torn apart, the spatial turbulence surged, and he sank into the void turbulence, and then, in another void, there was a sound of fierce battle, the sky was shattered, and the flames brought by the fierce battle fell like fireballs, falling towards the wasteland.
The leader from the orcs, inheriting the bloodline of the chieftain of the glorious frostwolf clan, stands at the top of a towering desperate situation, leading the orc attack.
"This is a battle of common destiny, thank you for coming" Countless races bowed slightly towards the young orc general, his eyes were cold and cold, the king of heaven and earth domineering, and his fangs were sharp and incomparably sharp, as if he could pierce the sky.
The huge prison beast field, which is a paradise for the slave trade, is like a triangle of the sun, which does not belong to any country, is unattended, orcs, half-orcs, elves, gnomes and even dragons, goblins and minotaurs.
This is the hunting ground of trolls, and the person who is active here is none other than an eighth-order supreme troll.
In troubled times, the slave trading market became more and more hot, and the Supreme Troll Degu led his army to conquer one city after another, plundering countless treasures and slaves.
"Drink, drink, eat" In their language, Degu sat on the central throne of the gladiatorial arena, holding the beautiful woman of the elven tribe in his arms, and tasting the delicacies of each tribe with the Chinese bottle cast by the dwarves.
There are several generals under his command, all of whom are powerful and incomparable, bloodthirsty, lustful, and the women of the elven clan who have been plundered are all violated by them.
In the gladiatorial arena, there are half-orc slaves fighting, and the battle is extremely fierce, their blood, which should have been sprinkled on the battlefield, is enslaved here, becoming a fighting machine for others to watch only.
Every time a head is cut off, these bloodthirsty madmen will hold up the bottles and cheer.
The holy elves are fighting everywhere, and their homes are being attacked by these outlaws.
Huge prison carts, trapped orc warriors, and beautiful elven women who had just been captured, carrying bows and arrows, their beautiful faces stained with blood, most of them wounded, were robbed by the trolls on the way to transfer.
"Opening the City Gate" The troll at the head rode on the mount of the orc, knocking on the wall at the city gate, like a triumphant general, raising his hand proudly and waving at the soldiers on the wall.
"It's General Haruya who has returned," the soldiers at the gate cheered in their characteristic language, and then struck the ground with their spears in their hands, making an earth-shattering sound, as if to welcome him.
"The general captured three elven women" The soldier shouted, and suddenly the city was boiling, and Degu stood up from the throne, striding with a Chinese bottle, his body full of horizontal flesh, and his face was full of spring breeze, "Okay, it is worthy of my Degu's brother to bring it up" The city gate was wide open, the prisoner cart was slowly pushed into the door, and the enslaved women of the elf clan were shackled with their hands and feet, looking at their own people being captured, their expressions were gloomy.
They will suffer the same pain.
"Despicable troll, the elven queen will not spare anyone who tries to defile her people to go unpunished, this place will eventually be trampled by the warriors of our people, this is your burial ground, your head will be sent to the top of the desperate situation by sharp arrows, for the world to spurn" In the prison car, the elven woman is shiny and dazzling, with delicate pointed ears, a beautiful face and smooth glitter of white and flawless skin, wearing a solid robe, although stained with a trace of blood, but still extremely holy and moving.
Degu licked his thick tongue with delight, his pupils flickering roughly, echoing his lustful nature.
All the slaves will be disgraced, and the captured elven women will be reduced to the tools of their desires, brutal and bloody, and then they will be sold elsewhere, and finally disappeared.
There are many such slaves in the cages, they come from different races, they will be sold to different places, most of them are numb, and in this place where the smoke of war is filled, they should have shed their blood on the battlefield The gate was slowly pulled up, and everyone was silent, and where the faint light of the sky came, three shadows were slowly reflected on the fortress.
Yellow skin, unkempt black hair, is walking lightly towards here, the leader is smoking a cigarette in his mouth.
"There are still people who trade slaves in this kind of war period" Seeing this, Yang Meng clenched his fists slightly, and a killing intent quietly swept through.
"Many of these look like the wounded of war."
After pinching out the cigarette, the three figures flashed and appeared in front of the city in an instant.
"Who is coming" On the city wall, several soldiers looked at the person with unkind expressions.
"Oriental," three lame words came out of the mouth of a troll.
Yang Rui and the three of them could only hear them babbling there for a long time, and they almost didn't understand anything
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