Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

When the Grove Fort was still carrying out a large-scale legal popularization campaign, as Crack Gut said, the Bladed Tiger Man named Sharp Claw ran to the vast plain of Nagran with his people who were willing to follow him, and after proclaiming himself a Blade-throated chief, he was ready to take his people back to his old business.

When it comes to this claw, he is not an ordinary person, and he is also notorious on the avenue near the throat of the blade.

Long ago, long before Nairgo had an idea of the Throat of the Blade, he had already made a name for himself here, leading the crowd to launch raids and ambushes against travelers and caravans passing along the way.

But now, when the old nest is served, these bladed tiger people are like rootless ping, wherever they go, all the way straight along the avenue.

This walk lasted for three full days.

In the past three days, they have been like locusts, eating wherever they go, from the very beginning of wanting to find a village to rob and do a vote to have a goal.

But even so, they have never seen any traces of intelligent races being active, and they seem to have been forgotten, and they have played in the wilderness for three days to survive.

Thirsty to drink river water, hungry to kill wild beasts.

That's really done, and there are more beasts than people.

"Chief, three more compatriots ran today."

In their temporary residences, a large number of Bladed Tiger Men leaned dejectedly against trees or stones, and even disappeared into the grassland without anyone paying attention, not knowing where to run.

Sharp Claw fiddled with his blind blindfold and snorted coldly, "Where are we now?" What about those sent out to find their way? Haven't come back yet? Faced

with one question after another, he could not answer anything, but only a partial response.

Claw also knows, he doesn't know this situation, what can these brats know? As for those sent out to find their way, I am afraid that they all ran away.

This day, when is it a head!

Claw looked at the sky, not knowing which god or ancestor to pray to.

Maybe his prayers worked, maybe the people who followed him were faithful enough, and after a while they actually came back.

"Yes! Yes! He yelled as soon as he returned.

Sharp Claw immediately got up and asked in an excited tone: "What's there?" Is it human? Where is it? How many? "

It can be seen that this is an old bandit, and they all mix up this bird and do not forget to carry out some financial projects."

"There are ogres!" Who expected that this guy would cry and not say anything, and the words he said were even more amazing, "The ogre's slave hunting team is here!" There are quite a few people, so run! "

TMD is too much of a bully!

The claws roared loudly, the claws waved wildly, and the half-eaten calf was thrown aside by him.

"The orcs robbed my home, the ogres still want my people, what did they take us for? Eat livestock if you want to kill? "

The frightened Blade Tiger people gathered together, you look at me and I look at you, and I have the meaning of wanting to run away.

Some people thought in their hearts that they might as well run away early.

The atmosphere was a little wrong, everyone was scared when they saw him like this, and they were afraid that he would want to fight with them in his head.

Maybe by then the claw can only "commit suicide".

"What are you still stunned for? Run! Claw spat and spat, he was not stupid, the ogre's slave hunting team was not easy to provoke, let alone their current appearance of a remnant defeated general.

He had wanted to leave the slave hunting party's area quickly.

He had thought that this time the group of them would be safe.

But how could things go as expected?

The ogre's slave hunting team had discovered them long before the pathfinder had passed, and the power of magic had long since made them invisible.

"Slaves, you can't run!" The man-eating magician, who was taller than the orcs and the bladed tigers, just waved his staff, and the originally flat grass turned into an insurmountable mud swamp, and he just shouted, and countless stones knocked down the clansmen who wanted to fight back.

Claw's heart was filled with anger, but it was useless, and his shouting became the object of ridicule by ogres.

"What a vigorous little man." The cannibal magician at the head said: "Bring them back, this time the madman Jon will definitely give me a lot of gold."

"It's not easy to catch so many bladed tigers." The ogres around him threw the noose into the crowd, dragged the struggling Tiger Man up, stunned and tied them together.

Claw was angry and hateful, and when the ogre moved his gaze to him to stun him, he shouted loudly: "I have important news!" "

Important news?" The cannibal magician hesitated for a moment.

"You only have one chance to speak." He said, "You can't convince us that you're going to be a slave like them." The

ogre's words were immediately replied by Razon.

"The orcs of the Warsong Clan have occupied the Throat of the Blade, and their next target is likely to be the Ring of Trials!"

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This is big news, could it be that Hell Roar is about to start his great robbery again?

Can't this damn Nagran disaster be honest for a few days?

"How did you tie up our guests?" The cannibal magician suddenly scolded the ogre beside him, "Let go, why are you stunned?" "

Uh oh." The ogre suddenly understood something, and immediately untied the rope on Sharp's body.

"What else do you have about the orcs." The cannibal magician patted the dust on his claw, and asked with a smile on his face, highlighting a corporal Lixian.

How does this make Talon answer?

He can't always say that when the orcs came, we directly sent a wave and then voted, I belong to the one who led people to run away secretly, right?

He was sure that he really had to say this, afraid that if it wasn't for this polite cannibal magician who would instantly turn into a ruthless slave trader, knock him unconscious and throw him into the arena.

Even a little more than using his claws as amulet, these ogres can do anything.

In this case, he can only guess the nonsense.

It may be that the moment of crisis unleashed his potential.

At this time, he was still a little good at making up stories, and he was confused by these two ogres.

So the situation became weird.

The ogre slave catcher scourges the Tiger Man.

And the head of the Blade Tooth Tiger Man and the head of the ogre slave hunting team talked happily.

It belongs to two waves of people doing their own thing, and do not disturb each other.

Sharp breathed a sigh of relief, at least for now, his life was saved.

Anyway, at this time, the ogre needed his non-made up information, and as for the bladed tiger people who followed him, he couldn't manage so much.

Whether it's going to be a slave gladiator or having their claws cut off to make a lucky charm, that's their destiny.

Can't be saved.