Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"I have to run, I need to get out of here. "We still have soldiers, we may not lose!"

"The orcs have already killed. "But they're not as big as our food, that's all!" the

cannibal magician was incoherent, and he had no idea of organizing a counterattack, and at the moment he was in a state of confusion, his brain was in a mess.

"Wind Slayer!" a bald ogre with strong muscles broke in, his face still shiny grease, and from the outside, he also looked like a muscular and battle-hardened elite.

When he served in Fort Hanging Mallet, he could even push tons of rocks to exercise without any help.

He roared lowly: "It's Hell Roar, the Hell Roar that killed the King of Witchcraft, let's go, this place can't be guarded." "

There is often a phrase in novels a long time ago, called: the name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

And this is the case of Gromash, an orc from birth as if he wanted to fight against the Gaurians, even if he was defeated and captured, and the death of his wife could not stop his madness.

He even bit off the head of the ogre witchcraft king alive.

The cannibal magician looked at him blankly, the last legacy of his family, one of the 20 samurai sent to protect him, and he himself had served in the Gauria army and became a centurion.

"Run? Yes, to run, to run. "Hearing that the incoming orc was the roar of hell and his infamous war song clan, the cannibal magician had long been cowardly, and even the last bit of courage had been lost.

The two ogres reached a consensus, he pushed open the door of the house, rode on the wild boar prepared for him by the guards, followed by the samurai, these elite ogre soldiers are already his last treasure, if they are not afraid that they can only sacrifice their lives for a mouthful of grease like the pariah they despise now.

Don't get me wrong, wild boars do serve as mounts in ogre society.

The camp was full of killings, and the fanatical warriors of the orcs slashed and killed all alien races with no mercy.

Panicked, these ogre soldiers, who had not experienced much training, could only throw their spears indiscriminately, and then took up weapons like sticks or hammers to fight the heavily armed orcs.

Although ogres have many shortcomings, they never lack courage and have the reckless habit of sharing the same line as orcs, which is often the reason why they hurt a thousand enemies and self-inflicted eight hundred.

..................

Nelgo clutched the tomahawk in his hand, his eyes were red like the other orcs, he was affected by bloodthirsty, and he was now full of a desire to kill in his heart, smeared with the blood of his enemies, for glory!

Countless broken arm remains were scattered all over the place, orcs, ogres, and those about to fall...

Nairgo roared, and the battle songs of the orc shaman rose one after another, as if to tell him, kill the enemy in front of you, and prove your bravery with his blood.

With the blessing of a gust of wind, sprinting forward a few steps, Nairgo rounded the big axe and jumped.

The ogre in front of him had eyes as wide as a copper bell, and the weapon in his hand had long since disappeared, maybe he had just thrown it as a spear?

He panicked and wanted to dodge, but he couldn't compare to Nairgo who had the help of the wind element, the orc's big axe fell, his face began to distort, and the fist he waved indiscriminately before dying did not even cause any damage, and did not even touch him.

Cutting off his head, Nairgo was even more excited, the ogre's blood sprayed on his face, the blood-stained axe was raised high by him

, "Blood !!" "I want - ogre's blood !!"

At this moment, the wind element eagerly told the crazy orc that there was a strong enemy in front, and there was more than one, and Nelgo's eyes suddenly burst into essence, and he chased towards the target with a big stride.

The cannibal magician rode on the boar and covered his huge body with the stained robe, as if he wanted to make others unrecognizable.

His robe had already betrayed him, and no ordinary soldier would wear it, but even then he did not drop it, as if a robe could prove that he was still a noble man, unlike those untouchables.

"Damn orcs. He cast a spell and released a rock-condensed spike and killed an orc who stood in front of him, "Why are they still chasing me, these damn orcs and pariahs!" The

loud cursing did not summon up his courage, he was still fleeing, and the ogre warriors behind him were just silent, closely following the cannibal magician with heavy footsteps.

"Soon, it's fast. "The speed of the wild boar is very fast, not to mention that under the protection of twenty samurai, the cannibal magicians have hardly encountered any trouble, although from time to time because their special and swaggering team is attacked by orcs, but it is also a thrill.

"When we get back to the Hanging Hammer Castle, I will..." Like

their king of witchcraft, the ogre loves to speak, and although most of the time he paints flatbread, at least no one has time to spit on him.

But who expected that before the words were finished, a stone-like thing just smashed on the face of his mount, and the wild boar screamed in pain.

The huge force even knocked it directly off the boar's body.

He was embarrassed, "Who? who?" he

thought it was the anger of the disgruntled samurai, but when he saw it, his panic surfaced.

It was the head of an ogre, with wide eyes that seemed to be staring at him deadly, telling his own misery, as if questioning him, it was his incompetence that caused all the tragedy.

He kicked away the dead head, "Go, go." "

Don't care about those samurai, he will run when he rides on a wild boar."

"Where are you running!?" roared Nairgo, "Don't let these ogres go!"

This is also worthy of the physical fitness of orcs.

As soon as the surrounding orcs heard the movement here, they rushed up, although those ogre warriors were brave, but there were too many orcs, they could only parry, and they were unable to keep up with the cannibal magician.

The orc was about to catch up with him. In a panic, he ordered the boar under his seat to run faster.

"Damn, run fast!" he commanded.

But he still couldn't distance himself from the bloodthirsty little monster, he pressed closer, and the wind elements around him loved him so much, making him even faster.

"That's enough, annoying cub

!" "Rocks!"

Three rocks weighing two tons were created by him, and these boulders were thrown at Nelgo like cannonballs.

Nelgo let out a low roar, and he kept speeding, still running forward.