Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Just as Nairgo had guessed, their hunting party of about thirty orcs, armed with their own weapons, emerged from the valley of Gromashl and headed north.

Nairgo knew that if the map in the game was marked, they were traveling in exactly the place called the Arena of Trials.

But he also knew that Grogolok was just taking them out to hunt and couldn't go that far.

Most likely, it is in this plain in front of Gromashil.

And these wolf cavalry will not participate in their hunt, just as the invigilator will not be responsible for answering the questionnaire during the exam.

"All right, lads. With Grogolok's order, everyone, including his wolf, stopped.

"Given that there are new children among you, I repeat.

"I will only be responsible for bringing you here, and the rest of the hunt will be up to you and your companions, and we will be here in three days and nights at the latest." Grogolok laughed, "If you don't come back in time after three days and nights, we won't wait for you." Looking

at the wolf cavalry who followed him, they had already begun to prepare for the camp.

Nelgo looked at the new orcs with pity, not knowing how much they would die from this hunt.

However, they don't seem to realize this, as if they are entertaining, as if hunting is actually similar to a game in their eyes.

"What about the little shaman? Come out. Although

Grogolok did not say his name, Nairgo knew it was calling him and he immediately walked out of the crowd.

"The lads are yours. Grogolok patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "I am looking forward to the prey you bring back."

Nairgo grinned and nodded.

"I never disappoint. From

a very young age, he and Tazag had been the two gods of the Song Clan's child realm, and every day they would fight with the orc boys who disobeyed them, except for going door to door.

Not to mention that they are famous, that is also notorious.

If not, the two of them would not have been allowed to participate in the hunt at the age of 10.

"Good. Grogoloch said he believed Nergo's words.

"By the standard by which the hunt is done, I think three or five Tabu sheep will do.

"But for me. Nelgo's eyes were full of confidence, "At least a cracked hoofed ox."

"Okay, follow me!" Nairgo beckoned to Tazag, "With our new friends, let's go for glory together, lok-tar!"

Looking at the energetic young man, Grogolok didn't say anything, he just walked over to the wolf cavalry who set up the tent and told him.

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"Looks like we're not very lucky?" muttered an orc.

They have been gone for a long time, but they have not found anything, the beasts that are usually everywhere seem to be in collective seclusion at this time, and even many orcs are secretly cursing in their hearts, what is this broken place?

"No, it's not bad, it's overdone.

Nelgo's steps became more and more cautious, as if he were an experienced old hunter, not making a sound.

Rustle....

With a faint sound of footsteps getting closer, the orc picked up the weapon in his hand and lurked in the nearby bushes, clutching his weapon tightly in his hand, confident that as soon as the enemy appeared, he could immediately behead him with his speed.

Whether he's an ogre or a beast.

At the same time, the rest of the orcs also reacted, learning from Nelgo's appearance and hiding behind trees or rocks.

"What a fool, who dares to approach the hunting ground of the war song. He said softly, a voice so small that even Tazag, who was beside him, could only hear a rough idea.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the voice was getting closer and closer...

Knock knock.

The earth seemed to tremble.

The sound was getting closer, and they could also hear the source of the sound.

Just on the nearby slope, there was a meadow, and the remains of a wild beast.

He remembered it well, because it was at the wreckage that they had scared away a wind peng.

Perhaps its nose was too sensitive to smell the orcs

, and no longer thinking about the insignificant things, Nelgo glanced at the location of the meadow.

Finally, the owner of the voice appeared.

In the dense forest, Nairgo saw the creature, not an ogre, but a beast like an ox.

"But I really want to come to anything. Nelgo's heart beat faster as if it were about to pop out.

Nervousness, surprise, fear...

I don't know how many emotions surround his heart.

In so long in this world, it was the first time he had encountered split-hoofed cattle on a hunt, especially one that acted alone.

After all, this dangerous beast is still too dangerous for the orc boys.

Not to mention the Hell Roaring Chief, even Guldan in the future is estimated to have not made the orc brats hunt split-hoofed oxen.

Look at that huge beast that weighs in tons.

The body has spear-like spikes and rhinoceros-like horns on the nose.

Looking at the side of the mouth again, the two huge fangs are even more terrifying.

"Sure enough, our luck was overdone. "

All the orcs thought so when they saw this beast.

This split-hoofed ox was bigger than the legend Nairgo had heard, and he was as big as a mud cart, like a small dirt mountain walking.

However, the members of the hunting party had no intention of giving up, and everyone was observing Nairgo.

They decided to go with Nairgo, either by hunting it or by quietly retreating.

Nelgo stared at the split-hoofed ox tightly, and took out several poison darts stained with venom from his pocket.

But after thinking about it, he stuffed it back into his pocket and took his companion's spear instead.

"It's pitiful, you may not live long now. He gave a cruel smile.

If this huge beast could hunt it, not to mention the fine fur on his body, he would have enough meat for at least several families.

"Lok—tar, ogar!"

a war roar from Nairgo sounded.

He took advantage of the cracked hoofed ox not paying attention and quickly rushed out of the grass.

There was no doubt that the sudden killing of an orc of about three hundred pounds from the forest was not a threat to this isolated split-hoofed ox.

But soon, more orcs began to emerge, some with spears, some with sharp axes, and some with maces and hammers as weapons.

But no one dared to rush forward to face the wrath of the split-hoofed oxen, and could only rely on the group, wanting to kill this terrifying beast with cooperation.

If it was the orcs of the Thor Clan, or the well-prepared orc hunting team, they should have chosen to use hooks and chains to try to bind this behemoth at this time.

But Nairgo they have nothing, and the only thing they can gamble on is blood and life.

When they jumped out, everyone was ready to fill in with their lives.

But the split-hoofed ox is not easy to mess with, and with its weight, it really does it die and hurt.

After a while, someone was killed and trampled to death by a split-hoofed oxen.

Screams and roars were endless.

This is not to blame their weak strength, not to mention the Fettley who has almost one of the beast king hunters in the game, it is said that in the background story, the split-hoofed ox is also a fairly fierce existence among the beasts.

If the Tabu sheep is a sergeant with a spear, then the split-hoofed ox is a big man with a plate armor.

This is the Draenor people's mastery spirit, in order to raise this outrageous beast to a certain level.

"With bows and arrows and spears!" shouted Tazag, who threw his spears first at the split-hoofed oxen, which, thanks to its large size, hit them all.

But also thanks to its large physique, these more than ten arrows and five or six spears did not cause much damage, but provoked it.

"Aim at its eyes!" Nairgo wiped the dust from his face when the split-hoofed ox moved, "Attack the point!" For

such large-sized behemoths, although their defense is very strong, after all, no matter how strong it is, it is also reasonable, and the eyeball as a weak part can never evolve into an iron ball.

With a loud roar, Tazag threw out his last spear, whistling with the wind, and the cracked hoofed oxen could not dodge, so he could only close his eyes and try to resist with his eyelids.

In

an instant, the split-hoofed ox completed its transformation from an ordinary and huge split-hoofed ox to a one-eyed and huge split-hoofed ox.

The pain of losing its eyes made it roar.

Perhaps it also understood the principle of capturing the thief first, and it quickly rushed towards Nairgo, crashing three orcs along the way.

It can only be said that fractures are already the luckiest option.

"Get out of the way!" roared Tazag anxiously, picking up an orc's mace that he didn't know which orc, and jumped onto its back.

At the same time, hammer his mace down.

Sensing the attack from its back, the cracked hoofed ox roared, throwing it away, and at the same time changing its target and rushing towards him who was still in the air

, it got closer and closer, and the huge shadow almost completely blocked the sunlight.

Nairgo was nervous and scared, afraid that the beast would knock Tazag into a corpse, or worse, like a meat sauce or something.

Desperate, but followed by a rage.

With a roar, a thunder emerged from his hand, and this thunder hit the head of the split-hoofed ox like the wrath of Zeus.

The brown fur on his body is burned to gray.

Obviously, it can't die anymore.

Seeing its miserable appearance, Nairgo collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.