Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

It is obviously impossible for the ogres to know the night elves. The ogres who saw Shandris a few days ago are no longer there, so they identified Yrel, who is a draenei, to attack.

Although these ogres were tall and strong, their clothing and weapons and equipment were very simple, and it was obvious that their lives were not very good.

Since the collapse of the Gorian Empire, the influence of independent ogre city-states in various places has been declining. Although they still maintain a good core combat effectiveness, the people at the lower level are living a miserable life and have to go out to hunt in large numbers to fill their stomachs.

Fortunately, there are a lot of wild animals in Draenor, and it is not difficult to find food to satisfy their hunger with the fighting power of ogres.

In the case of barely maintaining food and clothing, the ogre wants to obtain better equipment and seize better hunting grounds.

Since their own forging technology is not up to standard, they cannot forge equipment that satisfies them. The ogre chooses to snatch the finished product from the draenei with outstanding skills in all aspects. They only need to take it back and modify it to suit their body shape.

The bloodthirsty aura emanating from the ogre robbers made Yrel tremble a little. These ogres had obviously killed people with their own hands, maybe they were her compatriots.

After all, Yrel is still an apprentice garrison officer who has never experienced actual combat. Faced with this brutal atmosphere, it is not bad that she can control herself not to turn her head and run away.

Andrea reached out and patted Yrel's hands grabbing his sleeves to comfort him, "Be brave, since you choose to be the hammer and shield of the clansmen, sooner or later you will face the enemy face to face."

"Even... the enemies you face in the future will be several times more brutal than ogres."

It wasn't Andrea's words. The orcs who drank the blood of the demons were definitely more brutal than the ogres.

As a character who can leave a name in the world of Azeroth, Yrel's psychological quality is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

After the initial nervousness and panic, she managed to calm down under Andrea's comfort.

"Take a deep breath, calm yourself down, stand aside and watch the battle with your heart."

In order to set an example for Yrel, and to give a good impression to the draenei rangers who followed secretly, Andrea did not use shadow spells to instantly kill these ogres.

"Buzz!"

The Tears of Elune suspended at the top of Ghanir's Staff stretched out a purple blade of light, and Andrea also pulled out the Dark Empire Sword hanging from his waist.

Although it lost the special effects brought by Xalatath, the Sword of the Dark Empire is an artifact made of the claws of the ancient gods after all, at least it can be trusted in terms of its sturdiness.

After waiting for a long time and failing to get Yrel's response, the ogre bandit finally lost his patience.

The leader of the ogre with the double ax in his hand stared viciously at Andrea who stood up with his one eye.

"Weak little thing, crush you!"

"call!"

The double axes smashed towards Andrea with a heavy sound of breaking the wind. With a wrong foot, Andrea moved flexibly to avoid the opponent's first round of axe.

"Roar!"

The ogre doesn't have any sense of glory in a one-on-one fight. Seeing the leader make a move, other robbers also brandish their weapons and join the battle circle.

"clang!"

The sword of the dark empire in his left hand was extended to block an ogre's hammer, and Andrea's left hand sank, the ogre's strength somewhat exceeded his expectations.

‘It is indeed more powerful than the tauren, but it is less flexible. '

With skill, he turned the angle of the Dark Empire sword slightly, and unloaded the ogre's hammer along the slope of the sword.

At the same time, the ogre leader who retracted his action once again frantically recovered his two-handed battle ax to start a combo attack on Andrea.

As a king player in the arena, Andrea was not intimidated by the opponent's raging momentum. The sword and staff blocked the attacks from both sides, and at the same time, he quickly avoided every attack of the bandit leader with the smallest possible steps. .

"Ho~ho~"

A round of outbursts still can't hit anyone, even as stupid as an ogre, he feels that he seems to have kicked an iron plate.

A flash of retreat flashed in the eyes of the panting bandit leader, as he swung the ax in his hand, he lost his previous indomitable vigor.

Andrea's eyes flashed, taking advantage of the opponent's strength to use his old opportunity to suddenly advance and bully him, the long sword in his left hand blocked the opponent's one-handed battle ax in a hurry to defend, and the fingers of his right hand flexibly rotated the staff of Garnier.

"Buzz~"

The rotating staff of Garnier was accelerated by centrifugal force, and cut open the bandit leader's naked abdomen, which had no time to defend, and the bright red blood spurted out to Andrea.

Most of the blood was bounced off by the spinning staff of Garnier, and the bandit leader who roared in pain naturally fell back. Andrea turned around with the force of the rotation, and the long sword in his left hand crossed the opponent's neck with the force of rotation. department.

The screams stopped abruptly, and a dead, one-eyed head fell to the ground, with a look of horror and unwillingness still on its face.

The sudden death of the leader made the ogres who were clamoring for an attack quiet, and the one-eyed eyes of many robbers showed signs of retreat.

But Andrea didn't intend to let them go, and the skillful combination of sword and staff quickly reaped the lives of the robbers who had lost their fighting spirit and vigor.

"唰~"

After piercing the heart of the last ogre, Andrea pulled out the long sword from his body and slammed it to the ground, the bright red blood was thrown to the ground in a jet.

Yrel witnessed the brutal death fight for the first time. Her originally blue face was a little pale, and she put her hands to her mouth and retched.

"vomit~"

The strong smell of blood on the battlefield and the stench from the ogre mixed together to form a very unpleasant smell. Coupled with the very "dinner" scene in front of him, Yrel finally couldn't help but vomit first.

A few hundred years ago, Andrea happened to take a new apprentice. Niyana's reaction to seeing a bloody battle for the first time was not much better than Yrel's. He has begun to get used to this kind of reaction from rookies. up.

"Come here and take a good look when you've had enough vomiting."

Andrea sat on a short rock next to the corpse without any scruples, pointed to the ogre's corpse and said to Yrel, "Get used to this scene as soon as possible, and don't make the same mistake in the next battle."

"If you showed such a weak posture on the battlefield, the opponent would have chopped off your head with a knife while you buried your head in vomiting. You don't want Samara to face your corpse sadly?"

In the heart of Yrel, who is dependent on her sister, Samara is her most important spiritual haven, and Andrea's provocative method quickly had an effect.

"Ahem..."

Yrel forced herself to raise her head, the bright red liquid flowing across the ground made her almost turn her head subconsciously, but this girl had a stubborn temper, she just stared at the corpse without turning her head.

There was a smile of approval on the corner of Andrea's mouth, "Very well, remember the horrors of these corpses, and don't want your compatriots and relatives to become like this. From now on, you must work hard to adapt to the battlefield and become a strong shield in front of your relatives and friends. "

Yrel, whose face was still a little pale, nodded firmly, and muttered in a self-hypnotic way.

"I can do it, I will definitely do it, these are enemies, they don't deserve sympathy... oh~"

The corner of Andrea's eyebrows twitched slightly, "It seems that there is still a long way to go."