"Blow up that bunker troll, lose that bunker, they're going to retreat" An Imperial Adventurer dressed in orange legendary equipment from Sulama City bowed his head and roared that the artillery of the Lordaeron Restoration Army was firing a salvo, the dwarf cannon imported from Stormwind City, and it was all high-explosive or incendiary bombs.
Soon, a nimble thief adventurer rushed out of the huge bunker where Amani's troll was stuck in the middle of the road, and then a loud bang accompanied by the fire of the explosion caused the bunker to collapse in half.
"Yes, yes, this bounty is complete, next" The European Emperor adventurer turned over and got on his horse, and a large group of adventurers behind him also rode on their various mounts, rushing to the next mission location like locusts.
This is the Alterant Valley, now a paradise for adventurers.
Okuyama, or Oku, is the abbreviation given to this area by adventurers.
And this European Emperor adventurer is also known as the head of Okuyama.
The number of Ao Shan's head is not large, and they are basically the original small group of powerful adventurers who dare to fight, and have good luck, and have mixed their heads from the upper elves of the Kalimdor continent.
This group of European emperors used their fame and connections to pull up their respective Aoshan teams, and after the Lordaeron Restoration Army launched a call, they began to pull people around.
Durin Flash, Oscar's younger brother, was also following the army of adventurers with a confused face at the moment, running around in the snow-covered valley of Okuyama.
After he left the barren land, he encountered the Okuyama bounty group pulling people.
Determined to get ahead and surpass his brother, Durin immediately joined the battle in Okuyama, an area where adventurers flocked.
But now, he was a little lost and scared.
He originally thought that the adventurer's career was a novel and exciting and heroic adventure, and the legendary experiences made by his brother Oscar, as long as he gave him some time, he could definitely surpass him.
Now he found out that he was wrong, a hundred and eight thousand miles wrong.
The world of adventurers is extremely cruel and bloody, and there is a possibility of death at any moment.
And these are just for the gold coins.
As for the heroic color, it is only the lucky one who survives in a thousand miles.
The battlefield of Okuyama made Durin's heart tremble, those cannons fired volleys all day long, the trolls fired multiple sharp arrows and spears, and all kinds of voodoo traps.
He saw with his own eyes an adventurer fall into a voodoo trap, and countless poisonous snakes and insects instantly bit him from the waist down, and the poor man lay on the ground, dragging his upper body and wailing, letting out an unwilling wail before dying.
And those who were pierced by the troll's sharp arrows and spears, and then were filled with the body by a rain of arrows, the terrifying scene of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, made Durin almost vomit.
It's not a peaceful ironforge or the legendary adventures of heroic novels sold in grocery stores.
This is the battlefield, a battlefield of bloody cruelty and human life.
Durin now admires his brother a little, and the ones Oscar once faced were more cruel and dangerous than the current Oyama battlefield.
It turned out that the adventurers did not exaggerate, and their brother was indeed worthy of admiration.
"Durin, you dead dwarf, don't you be a warrior" A squad leader, the adventurer ran up to Dorin, and a roar interrupted his daze.
Doolin's group of adventurers, Okuyama, is now on the high ground in the middle of the valley, and their mission is to defend the hilltop camp and prevent the trolls from taking over the high ground.
The Amani trolls have collected the trolls of the Hinterland region with the wilted trolls and the rotten moss trolls, and their number of them have fled to Oshan.
Now the troll army is also storming the central highlands, known as the Frostfall Graveyard.
A strong human adventurer is firing down a hill with a machine gun that he has earned from the Lordaeron Restoration Army in exchange for his contributions.
In this cold environment of snowflakes, this strong man was bare-chested, and the heat from the machine gun made his surroundings extremely warm.
"Warrior Knights have gone up to the east, and a group of trolls have come up," the team leader shouted, and the warriors of humans and dwarves, and adventurers of the knight profession were rushing towards the east.
Durin held his iron shield aloft and slowly pressed it down with the warriors around him.
It was an ordinary standard shield made by Ironforge Castle, which Durin had bought at the blacksmith's weapons shop before he left.
Several machine guns on the hillside were providing them with vitality suppression, strafing the troll soldiers in the distance who tried to throw spears and arrows at the warriors.
The Paladins and Knights of Dawn are pitted against the troll witch doctors, who keep a large number of voodoo creatures, from poisonous snakes to insects.
So the knights are using their holy light and dawn light to burn in droves of those voodoo creatures who are not afraid of death.
As for the mages and warlocks, they were relatively few in number, so they had long since been transferred to defend other, more important passes and bunker posts.
These professional adventurers are not ordinary expendable cannon fodder, they are more powerful, and naturally get treatment commensurate with their strength, as well as more dangerous enemies.
During the night, the group of adventurers returned to the base of the Lordaeron Restoration Army after a day of defensive mission.
Experienced adventurers who have debuted for many years sit around the campfire, gulp the strong ale provided by the Lordaeron Restoration Army, and brag and fart.
And those newcomer adventurers sit in the corner of the side in silence, or silently take care of their wounds, or look at the sky in a daze, their eyes exuding homesickness.
Durin was the latter, who had just bandaged his multiple wounds on his shoulders and legs, and sat quietly in a daze with a bottle of ale.
This life ...
How did my brother Oscar survive It's only been less than a month since I came out, and I'm already thinking about my hometown Danmoro and the peaceful days of Ironforge Castle.
Wouldn't Oscar be homesick?
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This kind of day when you don't know whether you will live or die tomorrow is simply torturing a person's ability to bear it.
Moreover, his group of adventurers is just a group of low-level adventurers at the bottom, and they can only do some such consumable tasks.
And those powerful and high-level adventurers, such as their own brothers, are alone or in small teams, going to the East and West Plague Lands to fight and face all kinds of equally terrifying enemies.
Myself...
It's still too naïve and idealistic.
An adventurer who wants to be at the level of the Oscar, he has even been received by the Titan gods, and celebrity leaders around the world know him.
I don't think I can do it myself.
After all, his brother Oscar is no longer a world or a character of the same level as himself.
Now that he has become a high-level of the Undead Scourge, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he faces classes and characters that are like mountains to Durin.
With a sigh, Durin got up and returned to his tent and lay down.
With the howling cold wind outside the tent, he gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Tomorrow is another day.
A brutal new day.
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