On the third day of their arrival in Sersama, Diego Aznar and Masrae Bearskin left the quiet and peaceful town once again.
The latter was not satisfied with this, he had become obsessed with the various fine wines made by the dwarves, and had a tendency to develop into drunkards.
"The Karanos Distillery at the foot of Ironforge has some of the best spirits in all of Azeroth."
Diego inadvertently.
This caused the Night Elf to shut his mouth immediately, and he looked expectantly to the west, even though he couldn't see anything but the snowy mountains.
They didn't buy big dwarven goats to ride around, because they couldn't even lift their feet off the ground when they were so tall.
More critically, they don't have enough money.
The cheapest mounts from this frozen stone farm cost a hundred gold coins, and even dwarves are not affordable for every household.
When he left the liquor inn, it was still Masrae Bearskin's account, and all the hunter's money was used by him to exchange for the Zhemu bow behind his back, and there was not a single copper plate left.
Along the road to the west, the two of them headed in the direction of Ironforge Castle, Sersama was about two days away from the South Gate, and along the way, Diego had been watching his surroundings vigilantly, he knew in his heart that this road was not safe, but the Night Elves obviously did not think about it, and still grinned and did not care.
On the first night of camping, at Diego's insistence, the two men arranged a vigil, with Diego in the first half of the night and Masrae in the second half of the night.
When it comes to the vigil, the druids are definitely the best candidates, and they have countless flora and fauna allies who are close to or integrated with nature, which makes them almost a fish in water in the wilderness.
In fact, druids can communicate with animal allies at any time, but they rarely do so, as this tends to disrupt the animals' habits and cause unpredictable effects on them.
The current situation is not worth it for Masrae, and he thinks Diego must be overly worried.
Because of this trustworthy guard, Diego slept peacefully, but for the sake of his heart, he did not take off his clothes, and his leather armor and weapons were within easy reach.
In the middle of the night, he was suddenly woken up.
"Hurry up, man, there's something wrong."
The Night Elf poked his head in from outside the tent with a serious expression, "It's too quiet around. ” "What happened?"
The hunter scrambled to his feet from the blanket and asked.
He was not surprised, or, as he expected, he methodically put on his leather armor, picked up the longbow at hand, hung the quiver behind his back, and hung the axe on his belt.
"It hasn't happened yet, but I have a bad feeling," the Night Elf cautiously said, "The trees are signaling me danger, but you know, they're not animals, not that clear. ” Diego stepped out of the tent, and in order to avoid being attacked, the camp they had chosen was relatively empty, some distance from the jungle, so that they could not be sneaked up on without knowing it.
The campfire in the middle of the camp had already been extinguished by Masrae with sand in the first place, otherwise the two men standing by the fire would be the most conspicuous targets on such a night.
Diego looked around warily, but he saw nothing—it was a double moon, but it was also a cloudy day, and both the White Lady and the Blue Child were obscured by dark clouds.
"It's a good weather for murder and arson."
He muttered, then focused his attention, listening intently to the distant movement.
Eagle Eye is not intended for use at night, this spell mimics Eagle Eye instead of Owl Eye.
His eyesight is actually not as good as Masrae's, even if it is not as good as the caveman's infrared night eye, the night elf's shimmering night eye can still see more clearly at night.
There was silence all around, no insects chirping, no night owls flapping their wings, only the rustling of trees swaying in the night wind.
This is not normal, it is clear that the animals in the woods also sense the danger is approaching, and the sound of silence has stopped.
Diego stared at the darkness in the distance, and although he couldn't see it, he knew very well that the enemy was there, sharpening his minions, ready to attack at any moment.
What he had been fearing had happened, and the Dragonthroat Orcs were apparently not so easy to give up, and they sent their pursuers to take revenge.
Just then, there was a noise in the distance.
It wasn't loud, but it made the two people around the campfire shudder.
They could all hear it, it was the sound of metal clashing, to be precise, the sound of metal pieces colliding against each other.
Diego pulled out a piece of wood from the middle of the extinguished campfire and threw it into the distance.
The firewood swirled across the night sky, and the blowing of the air caused the extinguished firewood to burn violently, and the sparks above scattered like meteors.
By the light before the wood landed, Diego saw the cold light of a blade flickering in the darkness in the distance.
Probably realizing that their tracks had been exposed, the attackers in the dark simply attacked.
“lok－tarogar!”
With a roar, an orc in red armor rushed out of the darkness first, and behind him, more orcs rushed up like a tide.
The orcs from Grimbaatar were noticeably stronger and better equipped than the outposts of the Furious Fangs, and the heavy plate armor clanged as they ran.
A ball of red flames suddenly erupted from the ground, engulfing the orcs who passed there.
Immediately afterward, a large patch of frost spread across the ground, and more than one heavily armed orc slipped and fell on it, unable to stand up again, and the sturdy steel armor did not give them more protection at the moment, but made them more clumsy, sliding around the ice like upside-down turtles, very funny.
It was a trap that Diego had set up before dark, and it was more powerful than he could have imagined.
But to his regret, he couldn't control more traps - the hunter's crude mind control abilities were not comparable to that of a mage, he could only control a maximum of three traps, in fact, two - Diego didn't catch enough vipers to make a serpent trap.
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Upon sight of the attacker, Masrae Bearskin transforms into a giant bear, roaring towards the orcs like a reef in the midst of a raging tide.
Diego kicked the campfire, which was half-hidden by the sand, and the firewood with the embers at the root scattered in all directions, and when they had received enough oxygen, they burned violently again, and the whole battlefield was blazing.
Now, both sides are in the clear.
Diego's left hand was as steady as a rock, while his right hand moved incessantly, almost dancing into a phantom, arrow after arrow shooting from his fingers towards his target.
This time, however, he had not achieved the same brilliant results as he had at Camp Furious Fang, where most of the orcs were unarmoured, and many of them were even shirtless, and now the orc attackers were heavily armed.
However, the power of the arrows was still incomprehensible, and even though the armor pierced, the arrows still burrowed into the gaps between the armor like poisonous snakes, shooting one orc after another to the ground.
In just fifty meters, more than ten orcs fell on this path of charge.
The orc's skirmish line was visibly dented, but just in front of the bowl-shaped depression, the red-armored orc had already rushed closer, and Diego pulled the bowstring again, and the arcane energy began to converge on the arrows.
He didn't attack this orc in the first place, this red-armored orc was not easy to deal with at first glance, and it would consume a lot of his time.
Diegosa released his tight bowstring, and the arrow, infused with arcane power, flew out, and after a short flight, it hit its target, but it didn't have the desired effect, and the orc struggled to move before the arrow could reach his body, and the arrow pierced his left shoulder, which was still far from his heart.
Diego was a little surprised, but he didn't have time to fire another arcane arrow, he had to wait for the boiling arcane energy in his body to cool down.
But the orcs had already rushed to less than ten paces from him.
He realized that he was troubled, but he did not lose his composure, but instead inserted the Zhemu bow back into the bow pocket behind his back, then took the two hand axes from his waist and headed them at the orc.
The orc leader's charge was swift, but Diego was clearly more agile than he was, and he took a wrong step to dodge the orc's fierce fit charge.
The orc rushed so hard that he rushed three or four steps before he stopped.
The red-armored orc turned around, gasping for breath, staring at the human, who was staring at him as well.
The orc's name was Golferk Furyfang, and Diego knew him.
This red-plated orc warrior was the leader of the Furious Tooth Orc Outpost, and when Diego and Masrae raided the outpost, he probably followed the delivery team to Grimbaatar Fortress, but did not appear.
The brown face of the orc was painted with black and white stripes, which looked as hideous as a demon, a predator motif representing revenge.
Legend has it that orcs have a tradition of painting this pattern on their faces when avenging their kin, which means that the revenge will not stop unless the enemy falls, or dies themselves.
In fact, Goldrick Furyfang is already the last orc of the Fury Fang clan.
Half a year ago, as the leader of the Angry Tooth Clan, he won the fat difference for this tribe of dragonthroat orcs to garrison the outpost, but he didn't expect it to bring extinction to the Angry Tooth Clan.
The orc attacked first, his double-edged axe slashing diagonally downward, and if hit, Diego's leather armor simply couldn't resist the sharp weapon, but he raised his left-handed hand axe and flicked the double-edged axe out of the way.
The axe slashed into the ground, creating a deep trench in the earth, but that was not the end, as the orc swung his weapon in reverse with the shock of the ground, disrupting the swing of the hunter's right hand axe and forcing the latter to retreat.
The two men fought together again, and after the initial temptation, the battle between the two men had significantly increased by a level in both frequency and intensity, with weapons constantly colliding with deafening loud noises.
Orcs have the advantage in strength, while humans are strong in agility, and if the two of them fight without a win, perhaps an accident will throw the battle off balance.
More orcs rushed in, and even the ferocity of the druid bear couldn't stop everyone.
The orcs surrounded the two who were fighting fiercely, which put Diego at a disadvantage, in fact, as long as the hunters were given space, they could single out any enemy.
But now his is compressed in a circle.
"Get out of the way!"
Goldrick kicked away an orc who tried to come up to his aid - as the leader of the clan, he didn't want anyone to get involved in this holy revenge, even if the orcs were reinforcements he had borrowed from his mother.
He was to cut off the human man's head with his own hands, cut it into a wine cup, and place it beside his throne, and he was to have the warlock imprison the human soul in a skull wine cup, and he would mourn all night without peace.
He thought he had given his opponent a fair chance to fight, but he didn't think that for a hunter, distance was life, and it was unfair to surround himself with a circle of orcs.
But Diego didn't care about that, it was a life-and-death battle, and he wasn't naïve enough to ask for justice from his enemies.
He was ready for battle with his twin axes, and the silver axes scattered a pale green light in the firelight.
He didn't know what was going on with the Night Elves, but judging by the roars coming from outside the human circle, things might be better over there than on this one.
The orcs attacked again with ferocity, but the humans stubbornly resisted his attacks, and occasionally fought back sharply, preventing him from ending the battle quickly.
Diego made the most of his agility and avoided his opponents as much as possible.
A few minutes later, the two fighting figures separated again.
This wave of battles is still evenly matched, but it can be seen that the orc warriors have the upper hand, after all, for human hunters, melee combat is not what he is good at.
The surrounding orcs began to feel impatient, and many of them laughed at the blood.
This made the orc leader angry.
“trk’hsk!”
Golfok let out a loud roar, and driven by some mysterious force, his body began to swell, and his whole body became huge.
Immediately afterward, he pounced even more ferociously.
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Diego raised his axe to block the orc's slash, but the orc followed with another axe, and his attack was more than twice as fierce as before.
"Bloodthirsty!"
Diego immediately reacted to what was happening.
He habitually jumped backwards, distancing himself from his opponents, intending to avoid them for a while, but he forgot about the orcs behind him, who pushed him on the back and pushed him forward hard.
"Die, human!"
Golfok roared and slashed over, in his bloodthirsty state, he only had the instinct to fight, fairness or something, he had long since forgotten about it.
But Diego dodged the slash with a somewhat awkward forward roll.
However, the orc warrior was noticeably more familiar with melee combat, and the axe that slashed through a semicircle deftly slashed down again.
Unable to dodge, Diego had no choice but to raise his axe and parry the powerful attack.
Diego was finally unable to hold his weapon tightly - the bloodthirsty orc leader had grown so powerful that the battle axe had a thousand powers, knocking him to the ground.
Not only that, but he felt a sharp pain in both arms, maybe the bones were broken, and he couldn't even move his fingers.
Diego knew what was going to happen the next moment, and he closed his eyes and waited for the tomahawk to slash again.
"It's really a short journey through time, and it seems that I am not the protagonist of the story."
Diego laughed to himself.
But at the last moment, Golverk spun the handle of the axe and hit the human with the face instead of the blade - he changed his mind and decided to inflict more pain on the human before dying, and simply killing the enemy was not satisfying.
But the impact still sent Diego flying and slamming him to the ground.
The orcs let out a loud cheer.
Golverk raised his battle axe, enjoying the orc's praise, and then proudly walked to his opponent, intending to torture the human.
He saw that the human's chest was still heaving, and it seemed that he was only unconscious.
For a moment, Goldrick was almost ready to taste the sweetness of revenge, but in the next second, a huge black shadow rushed past him, knocking him out of the way.
The bear rushed from outside the human circle and rushed to the human, and with a flick of his huge claws, he threw the hunter onto his broad back, and then broke through the orc encirclement once more, and ran into the darkness in the distance.
The orcs were stunned by this sudden turn of events, and they were stunned for a moment before they roared and chased after the giant bear that had already run away.