Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Nairgo climbed to another high mountain and looked at the pale lady who seemed not far away, one hand clapping a drum to a strange and familiar tune.

A strange song was hummed in his mouth.

"Grassland, grassland, vast grassland..." At

the same time, the other hand touched his waist, although the water bag around his waist was empty, there were still several bags of spirits in the magic pocket tied there for him to drink.

No, it's not actually because of this, Nairgo doesn't care about not being able to communicate with his ancestors, it's not a big deal, he doesn't expect him to know everything anyway.

In the dark, in the mountains, beating drums and humming songs.

Together, these elements have an unexpected harmony.

"When are we going to reach him?" not

far away, Sylvanas scrutinized the orc who was said to be able to change the world.

At the same time, due to Chromie's spells, they were also not discovered by these orcs and their shamans.

She's been spying on him all these days.

She was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to impress her in Nairgo's heart.

Beside her, Chromie stared curiously at the drums in Nairgo's hand. "We were still a few days late. Sylvanas

turned and stared straight at him with her head down. "You mean you want me to be a hero to save beauty?" Well

, that word sounds a little weird.

But Chromie was glad that Sylvanas understood what he meant, "Yes, I have observed their customs, it is dangerous or even impossible to defeat a cannibal magician at his age, and if you can show up at that time..."

Sylvanas whispered, "It's not too late. "

What do you want to do?" Chromie's voice was lively, of course, as long as he ignored the fact that the bronze dragon who looked like a female dwarf was a man, he was indeed quite cute.

"If there is no danger, then I will create a danger for him." Sylvanas' eyes flashed with a strange red light, "I'll go control a beast, and I'm good at seeing those split-hoofed oxen or thunder elephants or the like."

Sylvanas didn't finish speaking, but it did shock Chromie, "Are you crazy? "

Why let him know?" asked Sylvanas.

"But..." Chromie thought for a while, and found that this trick was indeed quick and convenient, "As you like, if we fail, then we can only go back to this point in time and start again." "

I have to say that working with Sylvanas is indeed different from adventurers, if it is an adventurer, you should be cheeky to talk at this time, and then be an errand runner for a while to gain trust.

While Sylvanas is more focused on efficiency, Chromie has no doubt that if it were not for a strong ally, she would now have begun to prepare for the plague and appear in front of the orcs pretending to be a savior.

"What a bad woman who is unscrupulous. Chromie muttered.

Sylvanas heard, but didn't care, everyone she knew and didn't know thought she was a monster, and compared to this, the title of a bad woman was no different from praise.

"But you're a little too deliberate. Chromie reminded, "How could such a big cow break into the place where the orcs gathered?"

Not to mention whether a beast is dangerous or not.

Sylvanas thought for a moment, "You're right. "

It's that she's naïve, the orc race is different from the other races she comes into contact with.

When she was his age, she could hunt a Magic Spring Mountain Cat that she was proud enough, but for orcs, maybe it was just a bigger pet, and it was not even possible to enter the eyes of hunters.

"I have an idea. Chromie muttered.

"Nagran has a special kind of orcs, they are shamans lost in the whispers of the void. Chromie said hesitantly, "We can try to control a white ghost orc like this, and the Void Power they have should be able to create an opportunity for your hero's beauty rescue plan."

"Good idea. Sylvanas' eyes were closed.

The White Ghost Orc, who sounds like those cultists of Azeroth, lives in the Dark City, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know anything about the followers of these ancient gods.

"You and me, the strength of the two of us, catching a white ghost orc should be effortless. Chromie said softly.

"If they're like those crazy people in Azeroth. The corners of Sylvanas' mouth rose slightly, "I probably don't even need your help." "

As we all know, things mixed with the void are somewhat crazy, and the spell of mind control happens to be very effective against this kind of undetermined madman.

"I probably understood what you meant. "Chromie is naturally no stranger to the banshee's housekeeping skills," According to the information that the King of Time showed me, the White Ghost Orcs are crazy except for that part of the high-level.

"Then it's easy to do. Sylvanas cleared his throat, "Don't waste time, we'll go now." "

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After Sylvanas was killed in battle when Alsace led an army to invade Quirsalas, Alsace came up with a great idea to torture the Ranger General and her soldiers – to transform them into banshees.

And the banshee's ability happens to be mind control.

In the underground cavern of Nagran, Sylvanas' athletic figure weaves through it.

Without much effort, a white ghost orc who was left alone was controlled by her.

"Chromie. Sylvanas said to Chromie, "Use your spells, hurry up." "

Late is a change, and everyone understands this.

Since there are these madmen, maybe there may be the existence of the ancient gods in this world, and Sylvanas does not dare to bet on the abilities of the ancient gods of this world.

Even if she is not discovered by the ancient gods, it is not a small trouble for the white ghost orcs to discover her.

"Get ready for another time travel!"

Chromie chose to turn back, taking Sylvanas and her White Ghost Orc pet with her.

"Grassland, grassland, vast grassland,

boundless..."

The bronze dragon's power of time took them back in time.

"It's up to you next. Chromie blinked.

Sylvanas nodded, and the white ghost orc looked around warily as if waking up from a big dream.

It may be that he was a little overwhelmed by the change in the environment.

But then, the madman's IQ began to occupy the high ground, and the nature of the white ghost orc attacked.

He began to act according to his nature.