Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"Ahhhh

In this sacred place, there are also monsters who dare to be presumptuous

, and the monsters gradually approach, and their mouths let out roars of unknown meaning.

Nairgo recognized him, White Ghost Orc.

"A rat that can only hide underground is also worthy of getting out of the ground? "Nairgo is quite disdainful, what is it? Also worthy of this tooth dancing claw?

White ghost orcs are skinny, compared to normal orcs, they can almost be said to be thin and can see bones, these zombie-like brutal creatures show their nature as soon as they see Nairgo.

He waved his arms indiscriminately, and Nairgo, who had good eyes, saw the evil forces entangled in it.

A purple ominous glow shone above, and he opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

Nairgo didn't want to be bitten by this monster, and the devil knew if they would infect him like zombies.

Even if it wasn't contagious, this disgusting thing was enough to keep him away.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the dark sky at night, and the wind element in the air immediately hovered above his axe, streaking thunder in the air.

Sprinting down from the top of the mountain, with a strong swing of the tomahawk, one of the arms of the white ghost orc was easily cut off.

Sylvanas frowned slightly, "This thing's combat power is so weak?"

Chromie couldn't explain much, he was generally responsible for the timeline of Azeroth, and he was not too familiar with Draenos' customs.

Thinking about it, Nairgo couldn't even help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

A mocking smile.

However, it can be related to the void, one of the Force, and the white ghost orcs are naturally not such easy objects to deal with.

A cold, maniacal whispering spell was released from one of his mutilated arms, and Nelgo faced this spell as if he felt greeting from an evil god outside the universe.

In other words, this is simply the energy of the most evil magic.

Although his destructive power may not be strong, it even seems weaker than the secondary forces such as earth, fire, water and wind.

But that doesn't mean he's harmless to humans and animals.

Demagoguery, madness, corrosion and transformation is the terrifying thing about the power of the void.

For a while, some whispers began to appear in Nairgo's heart, these whispers were small but impossible to ignore.

He wanted to hear what it was saying, but he couldn't.

In a hurry, Nairgo clapped his war drum, and the war drum made of the ogre's head was made by him into a drum with a bloodthirsty magic effect according to the tradition of the clan, and when it sounded him, the effect of bloodthirsty magic was launched, and the anger in his heart resisted the madness from the void magic to a certain extent.

But before the crisis was resolved, the purple magic ball was about to fit into his face, and Nelgo jumped, narrowly avoided, and upon closer inspection, the spell quietly disappeared when it hit the ground, as if it had never come.

"When are you going to help him?" Seeing that things were going well, Chromie also relaxed slightly, and when Sylvanas officially contacted Nelgo, he could return to the Cave of Time to regain his life.

"No rush. Sylvanas watched with interest as Nairgo fought, "I'll be there when he's most dangerous, then he'll have to thank me." "

Summon Lightning, Bloodthirsty, Storm Strike, Lightning Arrow, Slam.

"The courage of the horseman, there is no quick skill to speak of. For Nairgo's way of fighting, Sylvanas also gave his own evaluation unceremoniously.

"A spellcaster is simply more reckless than the most reckless warrior. Sylvanas said casually, "It's like a large dwarf."

Chromie was stunned, but couldn't help but laugh softly, which was really apt.

Dwarves love to drink spirits, and so do orcs.

Dwarves are more martial, orcs are even more so.

As for the dwarves who like to dig holes and explore the like, not to mention, orcs are drilled out of earthen holes at all.

Then look at the words impulsive, reckless, and rough can almost all be used to describe them.

"Just a bow, a few arrows, a target. Sylvanas said. "Also, an insignificant life.

She picked up her bow and arrow, tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, and headed straight to the top of the mountain behind, walking a long way before she turned.

On the top of the hill, she waved gracefully at Chromie, and Nelgo's "target" was so far away that Sylvanas' vision looked like he was looking at a flying insect.

But she is still very confident in her archery, and in countless timelines, all the parallel worlds of Sylvanas are a skilled ranger with archery.

Without exception.

She started shooting, and the smoothness of the movements was fascinating. He pulled the arrow out of his quiver, buckled it on a string, aimed, released. In just a few moments, all five arrows hit the target.

A smile skimmed the corners of her mouth.

She didn't know how many times she had endured this training, from wooden targets to beasts, from living to dead.

This time she will open the eyes of this reckless man from another world.

Despite the distance, her arrows were tightly clustered on the head of the target. Sylvanas tried to maintain an indifferent expression, but he still couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth.

When she finished shooting, looking at the breezy Chromie, Sylvanas said, "How?" The

arrows of the five arrows were all nailed to a central point, which was the head of the white ghost orc.

With two eyes, mouth, and two ears, the white ghost orc was shot with five arrows in succession.

Although this may be helped by a well-crafted, extremely accurate bow and arrow, her own strength is quite good.

"Nice archery. Chromie exclaimed, "But I have to warn you that your goal is still waiting for you." "

Don't care about showing off your skills, what's the use of saving people without leaving a name for half a day.

Sylvanas nodded, and she camouflaged herself a little, immediately like a nimble leopard.

An

alien of unknown origin and a distinctly different appearance from others is still a dead person.

Taken together, these three characteristics are infinitely close to the four words of untrustworthiness.

Sylvanas didn't want to leave so many bad labels, at the very least, don't let him know that this was a dead man talking to him.

Looking at Nairgo again, just when he was fighting with the white ghost orc, suddenly a series of arrows flew in, Nairgo's eyes widened, and he thought to himself: "Where did the dark arrow come from?" Could

it be that the white ghost orc's back hand reinforcement?

But who expected that these arrows actually shot into the white ghost orc's head at the same time at a strange and exquisite angle, and it seemed to be shooting into his two eyes, mouth, and two ears as if showing off his skills.

Nairgo

couldn't help but want to applaud this archer, just this archery is him, even the best hunter he knows may not be able to do such a hand within his line of sight.

It is clear that the white ghost orcs died completely.

So many deadly arrows made it impossible for him to stand up.

"Oh, it looks like I also saved the life of an orc. "A female voice came, very magnetic, nice and dangerous.

Nairgo looked up, his gaze sweeping over him.

Dull blonde hair, naturally draped over the shoulders.

The purple hood and black veil covered her face, making it difficult to see clearly, and only blood-red eyes could be seen.

Tall and slender, she looks like a battle-hardened woman, which also means that she is dangerous.

At the same time, according to the pace of her walking, it is not difficult to see that this woman with elegant steps is also very agile, like a black wolf.

Mysterious woman.

Nairgo labeled her in his heart, and mysterious women generally represent trouble.

Just like the heroine in a martial arts novel, the saint girl in a fantasy novel, and the little girl in a fantasy novel, it all belongs to the existence of sticking it and pasting a mocking buff, and it has to be guarded against.