Chapter 549: Battle of Nazgrin

Although the commando is still patiently waiting for the opportunity, at this time Ahn'Qiraj, the battle is already in full swing.
In order to find C'Thun’s hiding place, after the front Kor'kron and Dalaran mages pushed the front along the main street, the Alliance and the Horde’s second-line army was broken into pieces, and a carpet search was carried out in the occupied area. Eliminating the remaining worms, on the other hand, began to look for clues to the ancient gods.
Sergeant Nazgrim was part of the search force.
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"Damn it, why can't you join Kor'kron!" An axe smashed the tank worm out of the shadows, and Nazgrim murmured, "I'm the winner of the training!"
"Don't complain!" Behind Nazgrim, a one-eyed orc stopped him from muttering, "Great military training is not just a contest-kid, you have a lot to learn!"
"I'm not a kid anymore, head!"
For this one-eyed orc, Nazgrim had nothing to say-this was his old superior.
When he left Draenor and came to Azeroth, Nazgrim was still a little guy.
The gate of darkness opened for the second time. Under the flicker of Ner'zhul, Grommash took away almost all the orcs of the Warsong clan, so Nazgrim, who was only eight years old, also ignorantly passed through the darkness. The door, with the large forces came to Azeroth.
Then, Ner'zhul smashed Gromash.
The amulet that was said to cover the retreat was actually a switch to close the Dark Portal. After the amulet was broken, the Warsong clan that had lost its supplies was left in Azeroth mercilessly.
Fortunately, Gromash was strong enough. Under his leadership, the Warsong Orcs finally left the Cursed Land and began hiding in Tibet for fifteen years.
In fifteen years, Nazgrim was also under the care of the one-eyed orc Yurone, from a hairy boy who followed the crowd to a real warrior.
Some time ago, in the orc training organized by Thrall, Nazgrim defeated many opponents-even a fellow from the Burning Blade clan, and finally lost to Gromash, who was happy to see the hunt. .
Originally, Nazgrim thought that relying on his own achievements, he could join Kor'kron anyway, but I didn't expect Nazgrim to lose the election when Kor'kron recruits were announced.
In this battle of the new quicksand, Nazgrim was promoted one level from a sergeant to a sergeant, but he was still under Jurone’s hand and was in charge of street fighting tasks in the dominating team.
The other teams are at least five people, but Nazgorin and Yuronne are in pairs...
Nazgorin felt that he was overkill. In the street fighting mission, all the bugs encountered were some slippery fish. This was a waste of time for Nazgorin, who was young and eager for glory, especially just now. He saw with his own eyes a guy who had lost to himself in the martial arts competition rushed to the front, facing a huge Anubis with his comrades, which made him feel unbalanced.
"Head, I really can't figure it out!" After solving this wave of worms, Nazgrim couldn't help but speak, "Why do we do such boring work?"
"Where is it boring?" While talking to Nazgrim, Yorone glanced around with his sharp one-eyed eyes. "Our mission is the key point. We need to find the traces of the ancient gods and expose the hidden bastard. Pull it out!"
"What's the glory of finding a guy hiding in the dark." After confirming that there are no worms in the current area, Nazgrim and Jurone began to move in the predetermined direction. "The powerful enemies are robbed." Go away, these remaining bugs are not as good as Nagrand groundhogs!"
Looking at Nazgorin who was muttering, Jurone couldn't help grinning.
"Don't look down on the groundhog-do you know how my eye is missing?"
"You never tell me."
"It has something to do with the groundhogs in Nagrand-when I was young, it was because I was hunting down a group of groundhogs and fell into the trap of the Sabertooth."
"But there are no Sabertooth Tigers here." A tall building appeared in front of him. Nazgorin Shishiran stepped forward and sat on the steps. "There are only some sneaky little mice!"
"Mortal, you have come to a territory you shouldn't set foot in!"
Just as Nazgrim complained, an ethereal voice suddenly appeared.
"Who is there?" Nazgrim jumped up like a spring on his hips, clenched his battle axe with both hands, and started looking around, "Come out, mouse!"
"Mouse? No, no, no, in front of the great ancient god, you are the rats..."
In the ethereal echo, a huge figure suddenly appeared.
Eight arthropods and long legs support the upright torso, the four pairs of carapace in the shape of a shawl are extremely majestic, and their long tentacles almost hang down to the ground.
This is a bug caster!
But unlike the half-hanging spellcaster that Nazgrim killed countless, he also had a robe of unknown material, mysterious and gorgeous.
Nazgrim narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Head, we might have caught a big fish!"
"Don't be impulsive!" Jurone grabbed Nazgorin who wanted to charge directly, "Send a signal!"
A huge building, a guard who looks unique, Jurone believes that he must have found something extraordinary!
So, a firework exploded in the sky.
In the stronghold of the seven ivory towers, the drunk wind's eyes narrowed while waiting silently.
This time, none of the team leaders responsible for cleaning are simple characters, unless they really encounter some important situation, they will not send a signal!
"It looks like the area of ​​the tribeGromash~EbookFREE.me~Brocks, let's go and take a look first — well, let's join Jindo.
The three suffocated guys took up their weapons and rushed directly to the location of the incident.
When the three set out, Nazgorin and Yuronne were already in danger.
This self-proclaimed Skram, who opened his mouth to predict and shut up his fate, was far more powerful than Jurone and Nazgrim expected.
Between Skram's gestures, the situation changed suddenly!
Nazgorin and Yurone's every move seems to be completely seen through!
Although this guy looks like a Faye, but only relying on this "foresight", he easily one-to-two, and almost suppressed Nazgorin and Jurone!
When the two of them didn't know what to do, Skram spoke otherwise.
"Let death and scream ring through the sky! Let the symphonic poem of fear and confusion begin to play!"