Chapter 61: : Steam Iron Elf and Maragok

The Ashen Valley is a large forest with beautiful scenery, and it is also the residence of the forest demigod Cenarius. The continuous drizzle drove Durotan's face with a natural fragrance, making him extremely comfortable.
Several forest sisters bounced and stopped not far from Garold and Durotan, looking curiously at the race that the orcs had never seen before.
"That's the Forest Sisters, also known as the tree demon. They are the daughters of the forest demigod Cenarius. Don't look at their weak appearance. Their poisonous throwing spears have caused many enemies to suffer." Garrod laughed. With Durotan introduction.
Durotan also curiously looked at these tree demon similar to Centaur, but the Centaur looks ugly, these tree demon are all very beautiful.
He and his party came to a large night elf house near the city walls of Ashenvale. Many of the night elves' buildings have no windows or doors. It can be said that there are leaks everywhere, and they are absolutely close to nature.
The Frostwolf orcs were busy handing over the supplies they brought with the Night Elf soldiers, while Garrod and Durotan entered the hall and sat down. A few elf girls came in with food and wine, and placed them gently behind the children. . . Alas, on the table in front of them. The remaining Frostwolf Orcs will be accompanied by others.
"Can you tell me about your world? I am to your world ... Oh, Draenor, right, very curious." Garrod and Durotan touched the glass and asked curiously.
Durotan smiled bitterly, "Our world ... is no different from now. If you ask about the Draenor before it was destroyed by Gul'dan's evil energy, I think I can talk to you a lot . "
"I listen and listen."

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A burst of white steam spewed out with a gurgling sound.
"Ahaha, how abominable orcs, what do you feel like a dwarven hammer? Ahahahaha!"
The savage hammer lord Kudran raised his warhammer again, and the belly of the orc warrior lying on the ground had become a mud.
He glanced at the surrounding battlefield. Three hundred steam iron dwarfs held up their steam-powered warhammers, sprinting and launched a fierce charge towards the orcs. The iron dwarves jumped into the air when the soldiers were about to meet. Warhammer slammed into the orc warrior in front of him.
To the horror of the Blackhand Chief, the changes in these wild-hammer dwarves are not only the sudden emergence of powerful armor, but also the blue alliance flags behind them.
so. . . Are these dwarves also joining the league? Got support? The black hand shook the huge claw fiercely, and his eyes showed frantic hatred.
The tribe is clearly not going to provoke you! Why have to bite and die! Are there any other things that the Storm Humans and Long Eared Elves can do!
Later, what made the Blackhand Chief chief furious was that a human legion slowly joined the battlefield, and the flags of the Stormwind Kingdom and the Alliance were extremely prominent. He also knew the man who took the lead. It was Lothar, the commander in chief of the Storm Kingdom.
"Charge! Charge! Defeat these orcs! Oh, and trolls!" Lord Kurdran was even more excited when the reinforcements arrived. Commanded the three hundred steam iron dwarves to start a new round of charge.
The trolls were inferior to the orcs in melee. At this moment, the group of iron dwarfs like medicated was slammed, and the troll's defense line collapsed. The fleeing trolls had a combined effect, and they impacted the orc's front, making the latter also chaotic.
The human legion seized the opportunity and began to attack. Seeing that it was about to be completely defeated, the black-handed chieftain was stunned. He hurried forward, yelling at humans.
洛 "Losa! Do you dare to fight me? Those who lose lose their lives !!!"
The roar of the black hand spread throughout the battlefield, and the two sides could not help but pause and looked at Lothar's location.
Losa burst out laughing, and answered the black hand equally loudly. "What dare you! Come!"
战士 The soldiers on both sides stopped offensive and defensive, and each stood on their own positions, looking at the open space directly ahead.
Losa and the black hand stepped out and stood on each side of the open space looking at each other.
"I don't bully you, I don't need the Excalibur Quel'Zaram in this duel, I use spare weapons." Lothar said, inserting Quel'Zaram in his hand into the scabbard. Came up, picked up Lothar's weapon and returned to the battlefield. Then another guard held a red sword with two hands and gave it to Lothar. This sword was called the Brotherhood Sword, and it was also an excellent weapon, but in front of the exquisite sword Quelzalam. Also overshadowed.
The black hand laughed violently, "I don't need a weapon, my claw is a weapon, and I will tear you up!" Then, the black hand pinched his sharp claws distorted by evil energy.
"Maragok! Maragok! Maragok!" There was a continuous shout from the orcs' position ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Maragok means honorable deathmatch among orcs, and no orcs must refuse In Maragok's challenge, both sides of the deathmatch can wear armor and hold weapons, which cannot be stopped at the beginning until one side dies or humiliates.
The two stared at each other silently, for a time only the cheers of the orcs and the sound of the human soldiers hitting the shield.
The black hand had a violent character. His patience was exhausted, and he yelled and ran towards Lothar. The sharp claws were raised high to tear the human in front of him.
Lothar narrowed his eyes, and he ran to the black hand as fast as possible. When the distance between the two was less than a few meters, Lothar suddenly kneeled on both legs, gliding backwards, and the Brotherhood sword in his hand fiercely The black hand's belly opened his belly all the way, and the black hand's hips were cut up.
The black hand stopped, and he looked down at his wound, some could not believe it. Before the pain came, a huge red sword penetrated his chest, and the black hand saw the sword body with his green blood appeared in front of his eyes. Then his eyes widened, his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground, and after a slight twitch, he died.
The Orcs were silent, and then there was a commotion. Orgrim looked at the body of the black hand, and his heart was cold.
died! The tribal chief is dead! This idiot just killed himself! Orgrim looked at the chaotic tribe, his thoughts turning quickly.
"Don't panic! Warriors of the Horde! Regroup formation!" Orgrim's roar made the tribe regain its backbone.
"Order! All chiefs come to me! Obey my orders!"
The scouting scout stunned for a moment, then quickly performed a salute and ran to the scouting.
The puppet alliance also started a comprehensive attack at this time.