Vol 2 Chapter 779: : 1 play for 3 girls

Barren land, ghost fog mountain.
The cracked steel gate made a harsh sound of rubbing, and then fell to the ground.
In the broken fortress of the Dragonmaw clan, thick smoke billowed around, and a large number of ancestor dragons and orcs' bodies fell into the ruins of the fortress or on the hillside outside.
A sound of footsteps accompanied by swearing, Long Throat Warlord Zaila was rudely pulled by two steel tribe soldiers into an open space in the center of the fortress, and then kicked her knee violently, making her kneel On the ground, two long-barreled rifles pressed against the female orc's back.
"Honestly, you stupid woman." A centurion said to Zaila. The voice came through the steel helmet covering the entire face. It was a little dull, and he spoke with the mouth, the mouth of the helmet. Pieces of Mars emanated from the location, like a miniature iron fence furnace.
Zaira glanced at the compatriot orc with a disdainful look, and she has always held a disdainful attitude towards this group of steel tribes.
This group of fully thermal weaponized orcs, they have long forgotten the tradition of honoring the warriors, abandoned the sword and the axe, abandoned the shield, thinking that muskets and bombs can bring them more powerful power and greater glory, it is simply Forget the ancestors.
Look at the ugly helmet. The mouth is shaped like an iron fence furnace. The shoulder armor on both sides is like two dull burning stoves. The burnt scarlet steel gear is exposed from time to time. It turns quickly and sprays two. A fierce flame, the propulsion device behind it also occasionally emit a white steam.
Is not a serious orc at first glance!
"Relax, you stupid woman can't die now. There is a seat for you as an accomplice and accomplice in Garrosh's trial conference."
In the ruins not far away, Grom Hellscream strode over, dragging a half-dead Dragonmaw orc in his hand, threw him violently beside Zaira, then raised his head and looked around It is a burning military fortress.
"Bah! You tribe traitor, filthy death knight, you should be all killed like the fel warlocks! You are ashamed of the name of Hellscream, you are ashamed of the name of the Warriors of the Orcs!"
Zaira's eyes widened with anger, staring at Grom with a sarcastic smile in front of him, and there was no respect for the father of Garrosh in his expression.
"Huh, it seems that my good son's brainwashing is really thorough for you, and it is precisely because you idiots and activists surround him every day, which makes him run all the way on this road of no return, your viciousness The cycle makes me feel sad. "
Listened to Zaira ’s fancy scolding, and Grom was not irritated. He was too lazy to care about and caress about the current head of the dragon throat clan full of extreme thinking.
What's there to talk about with fanatic extremists? Let her reverse her thinking and return to the right path? Don't think about it, it is tantamount to playing the piano to the cow.
The world of Azeroth is so big, without a lot of intellectual disability and stupidity, do you think you live in heaven?
"I hope you like your cell, where you can quietly wait for your beloved Chief Garrosh to join you ... Take all these war criminals away, detain them to the nearest prisoner of war camp, and tap your brain-full muscles Fool! Do n’t let it die, you will need them alive to attend the post-war trial! The dead are useless! "
Watching Kargas Bladefist punching and kicking a half-dead Dragonmaw orc, Grom immediately reminded him loudly and stopped his prisoner abuse.
"Well ... I hope you won't all be sentenced to death in the end, but I haven't had a new slave gladiator in my arena for a long time."
Cargas, the grumpy brother, still obeyed the order of Grom, his old superior, and heard that he stopped continuing to abuse the dying Dragonmaw orc.
This is Grom, and if it is replaced by someone who calls him a brain and muscle idiot, Kargas must rush up and fight desperately with him.
"Even if there is no capital punishment, it is not your turn to be in the arena. These people are strictly speaking captives of Thrall and the Horde Rebels."
"Ah, understand, my dear chieftain, can I take them away now?" Kargas shrugged helplessly, and "slightly" kicked the of a nearest dragon throat female orc It immediately attracted the majestic and burly beauties with a "sweet breath", which was opposed to Cargas's four eyes and rubbed out the "spark of love".
"Look what? Hurry up, you stupid girl, do you want to be kicked again?" Kargas glared at the female orc.
This burly elder sister is estimated to be a ruthless stubborn, although the defeat was captured, his character is still very hot.
"You better pray that these iron chains are strong enough to break the Cagasi of the Hand Clan, otherwise I will break it myself and break your leg bones."
Cagas immediately widened his eyes after hearing the words, and continued to "passionately" stare at the orc elder sister.
"You stupid girl haven't been beaten? You guys of the Dragonmaw clan are all trash?"
"You will know if you try, be careful of crushing fractures." The female orc elder sneered contemptuously, then glanced at Brother Cagasi's crotch, his eyes were strange and disdainful.
"Ah, you will regret everything you said to me now!" Cargas raised his right hand's blade fist and slammed toward the female orc, the latter did not hide.
The iron chain with the handcuffs on both hands was split, the female orc shook her wrists violently, and the broken chain made a burst of brittle sounds. Then the old lady picked up a battle axe on the ground and hooked at Cargas Hook up.
"Hah, a woman wants to challenge me? You will lose quickly, and then you will be crushed under me ... um?"
Brother Kargas hadn't finished talking, and found that two female orcs in the captive team had left the team ~ EbookFREE.me ~ stood on both sides of the female orc who hooked towards him.
"It seems that all three of you idiots want to warm me up. It's good, let's go together."
Cagas is very confident in his own strength, and he did not take these three female orcs in his eyes at all. He watched the female orc headed with a battle axe and cut off the chains of the other two companions.
Grom waved helplessly, and signaled the centurion to go to the laddered prisoner's transport mission to Cagasi, and escorted these Dragonmaw orcs to the nearest prisoner of war camp.
The Night Empire near the gates of the Fortress of Ashenvale and the center of the crossroads camp sponsored a large temporary prisoner of war camp. All the prisoners of war in the barren area will be held here. When the war is over, they will be with Garrosh. Accept trials all over the world.
After giving orders, Grom and a group of soldiers from the Iron Horde began to watch Brother Kagas's passionate duel and eat melons to watch the show.
"Tell you in advance who defeated you, the self-proclaimed powerful Kagas, I am Ga'an, the chief ancestor of the Great Chief Dragon Warlord, this is the executor Sukka, this is the Maraca."
"Oh, I thought only your Zaira was an arrogant idiot. It seems that all of you idiots are affected by her."
Kagas still laughed at the three orc elders loudly.
"Looks good, if they can block Kagas' offense, they can absorb them to join the Iron Horde, let Kagas relax, don't give up."
Grom Hellscream said to the adjutant around him.