Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

In the first few years of travel, Nairgo often fantasized about his rites of passage.

Is it to hunt the Tabu sheep alone like Durontan in the novel, or to hunt a wind peng

in a unique way, or to hunt giant beasts such as thunder elephants and split-hoofed oxen in an unprecedented manner.

And now, early the morning after returning to the clan, Nelgo has already begun to set out to find his prey.

Unlike before, this time he had no help from other orcs around him, nor did he have the protection of armor.

Orcs are allowed to carry only one weapon and do not wear any armor during the coming-of-age ceremony.

Of course, there are no loopholes.

For example, hide armor in advance in places that no one can find in the wilderness.

With armor, the difficulty of the coming-of-age ceremony will instantly change from a five-person book to a simple upgrade task.

Or prepare a dead prey early and smear its blood on your face during the coming-of-age ceremony.

After all, those shamans judge the completion of the ritual based on the blood on your face, and the smell of long-dead blood is no different from the newly killed one.

"My glory is not cheating. Nairgo snorted coldly, he may not be a good person, and he may even become a butcher in the future.

But at the very least, he didn't want to deceive himself.

Open your mouth for glory, shut up and win, but you are a poor bug who even needs to cheat in coming-of-age ceremonies?

Forgive Nairgo for not being able to think of any adjectives for a while, but he also has no time to think about it.

Walking straight down the road in front of the wooden gate of Gromashel, Nelgo saw the remains of many beasts after death and the wind and peng feasting on them.

Nairgo had no intention of disturbing these scavengers, and his hunting target was not these small birds.

Havalo, just northeast of Gromashl, had followed the path that had been carved out for seven days and nights, and if he hadn't had the magic pocket, he would have run out of food.

But Nairgo's target was not the residence of this Fireblade clan, but the highlands near their clan.

A place known as Hermet's Happy Hunting Ground in the parallel world of 6.0, there are often hunters for a living, or warriors of the clan who lead the boys to hunt wild beasts, but the beasts here still maintain a considerable number, whether it is the black wolf known as the Nagran wanderer, or their enemy Fengpeng, and the leisurely Tabu sheep.

As long as Nairgo wanted to, he could find the most suitable prey for him here.

Don't ask why he needs to go so far, because there are the most types of prey here, and the places close to home either the prey does not meet his requirements or the strength is too strong for him to start.

Nairgo approached the heights and looked up, and it was no surprise that this was his destination.

The beasts of different sizes and species on the highlands live together, and occasionally traces of them can be found in the mountain roads, their excrement, the blood left by the beasts hunted by wild wolves, the bark gnawed off by the Tabu sheep...

Nairgo took a deep breath and carefully smelled the smell in the air.

As orcs, they naturally have an extremely keen sense of smell, and with the help of this sense of smell, the night battle of orcs does not even need to see the enemy clearly, but only needs to smell their scent.

Nairgo looked at the sky that was about to set, and he decided, just tonight, to finish his hunt.

"Huh?" Nairgo suddenly smelled something, he ran to a clearing, he suddenly found the wolf droppings!

The Warsong clan often considers themselves wolves, and his rites of passage are filled with the blood of these guys, whose blood will be proof of his adulthood!

Approaching a cliff, Nairgo spotted them.

"What a fierce creature. Nairgo thought to himself.

At this time, Nairgo was hiding behind a large tree, quietly sticking his head out to look.

As he expected, these black wolves were none other than the infamous Nagran Prowlers, and like their relatives in Frost Fire Ridge, these wolves belonged to the top of the beast's food chain throughout Draenor.

Nelgo simply counted that there were at least five wolves in this pack.

Perhaps they're all a family

, and most importantly, they're a wolf pack at war with another beast.

"A godsend. Nelgo muttered, he picked up his axe ready to rush out and hack a black wolf to death, then took its body while it was not paying attention, and then ate raw meat.

He observed the battle between the wolves and the wind peng.

Fengpeng's claws are highly poisonous, as evidenced by the effect of this claw known as the claw of infection in the game.

But the wolves are not easy to mess with, they are united and know how to cooperate.

For a while, the two were comparable.

Watching the shadow grow longer and longer as the sunset grows, Nairgo is a little impatient, he is already hungry, he can't wait to taste the taste of wolf meat.

Now, if he is a warrior, then all he wants to think about now is how to hide his figure, sneak closer, then kill with one blow, and finally find a way to get out.

However, Nairgo took a deep breath and stood up, and glanced at the place where the battle was fought again, "I'm a shaman..."

"Is the Elemental Spirit there?" Nairgo felt the Elemental Spirit's eagerness, and immediately issued a command, "Lightning arrow!" Looking

at the prey that was struck by lightning and wailing, Nairgo roared and jumped out from behind the tree.

The wolves roared !!

roared, but Nairgo was not afraid in the slightest, and a gust of wind quickly rushed into the battlefield under the advance of the wind element.

Nelgo couldn't help but grin, he raised his axe and slashed hard.

The surrounding wind elements also seemed to be helping him complete this decapitation, and the axe he had carefully polished could be said to be extremely sharp, cutting through the neck protected by the thick fur of the beast.

It's like cutting a piece of cooked meat.

Blood spurted out, and a bright red viscous liquid splashed all over Nelgo. He was smiling, but unusually hideous.

Staining the body with the blood of the first independently killed prey was part of the ritual, and now that his ritual is complete, the blood of the wolf flows not only in his body, but also on his surface.

At this moment, he was even more like a wolf than those wolves.

A bloodthirsty Naglan wolf in orc skin.

In the face of the more powerful wolves, the beasts began to hesitate, knowing that the attacked companion could no longer survive.

And the lightning manipulated by Nairgo also evokes fear in their hearts.

Nairgo scoffed, "A beast is a beast!" he

picked up the wolf's carcass and began to move, retreat, turn, run.