Panda’s Self-cultivation

The day after 　　 hastily settled down, the expeditionary army finally began to move.

　　 The Dark Portal is in the Tanaan Jungle. Looking west, the sky is dyed green by evil energy—a lifeless green. A huge fortress was looming, and Kilrogg said it was the Hellfire Citadel mentioned by Ner'zhul.

　　 Dozens of Griffin Riders all lifted into the sky, exploring in different directions.

At the same time, Ner'zhul sitting in the Hellfire Citadel also found that something was wrong. Grommash’s messenger was supposed to reply to his message today, but Ner'zhul waited until the evening and did not see the war song. The silhouette of the clan messenger.

　　 "Damn it, what the **** is going on?" Ner'zhul was a little annoyed, "Warriors of Shadowmoon, go and see the Dark Portal, is there something wrong there?"

　　 This time, the scout of the Shadowmoon clan came back very quickly, his body was stained with the blood of his companions.

"Master Ner'zhul, many soldiers of the Alliance have passed through the Dark Portal and reached Draenor. Now they have begun to build a fortress not far from the Dark Portal-the banner may be the commander of humanity Anduin. Lothar."

The orcs can’t remember too many flags, but the flag of Anduin Lothar who defeated Orgrim head-on is not included. As long as his blood-stained blue golden lion flag appears, all the orcs will receive it. Be arrogant and be cautious.

　　 "Anduin Lothar showed up in person?"

　　 Ner'zhul raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that the two most powerful clans, Warsong and Shattered Hand, could not defend the Dark Portal. Moreover, as the opener of the Dark Portal, he knows that the Dark Portal has run out of energy at this time. Now the Orc Alliance in Draenor wants to eat this expedition, which is very troublesome-for his own plan, Ner'zhul was unwilling to do such a thankless thing.

"Now the most obedient is my own Shadowmoon Clan, and the brainless guys who mock the Skull Clan are almost out of control. I just send them to play with those humans. People who follow me don’t need too much. !"

　　 Thinking of this, Ner'zhul looked at the mocking skull chief under the throne: "Then, respected mocking skull powerhouse, I hope you can try this human commander, how many people he has brought."

　　 "Huh!" There was a cold snort from under the mask of Chief Laughing Skull, full of disdain, "Well, I will try this famous human to see if his head is suitable for making a mask!"

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　　 Everyone in Draenor—whether the expeditionary army or the orcs, at this moment is the most leisurely drunk wind. To be precise, drunk wind is taking time out of his business.

　　Onyxia started flying around Draenor in order to find the trail of her father. Drunk Wind was afraid of her accident, so he acted with her as a bodyguard. At first, Onyxia, who was very moved, flew for a day, and then looked at Drunk Wind's eyes and became very upset.

　　 "Hey hey hey, don't you have a mount called a can? Why is it on my back? Don't you know how heavy you are?"

"Hey, don’t be angry, Oni~Draenor’s world is contaminated by the fel energy of the warlock, and it seems that because of the opening of the dark gate, the space here is not stable. The can is a cloud serpent, which is not suitable Flying in this environment. All, I can only trouble you~"

　　 "Even so, can you not go to the river every time I look for clues? Are you still in the mood to fish when I'm so nervous?!"

"Haha, I don’t know exactly what traces the black dragon will leave. What should I do if I destroy the clues? So I might as well find a quiet place to fish~ You see, the steamed scorpions I made last time were not very happy. Huh?"

　　 "..." Onyxia fully realized what cannibalism is.

As a result, a dragon took a pandaman to stroll through the Tanaan jungle, and found almost nothing. The dark gate smelled of black dragon eggs, but it became weaker and weaker. In the end, Onyxia was difficult to find and escorted these dragon eggs. The black dragon is obviously a group of veterans, leaving no traces to be traced.

"Or else." Zuifeng offered his own opinion, "Deathwing must have left here with those dragon eggs. Let's go back and discuss and see if we can move separately. I guess most of the orcs in Draenor It's some old, weak, sick and disabled. Lothar should be able to handle it. You and I will simply bring a few helpers so that we can fly farther to find Deathwing."

　　Onyxia nodded helplessly, "It can only be so."

　　 The Black Dragon Princess is exhausted these days. She looks around every day, and at night, she has to fly back to the camp for safety-this is on the premise of carrying a foodie on her back. If it weren't for Zuifeng's efforts to provide her with food, I am afraid that Khadgar's magical table would be used, and Onyxia would become the first black dragon in history to die of fatigue and hunger.

　　 The two returning in the evening accidentally saw a large number of orcs in Hellfire Fortress, and many orcs with various masks were reorganizing the queue~www.ltnovel.com~ seemed to be leaving.

　　 "Oni, look, the orcs can't help it!" Drunk Wind pointed at the orcs below.

"I see, are you saying that these orcs are really stupid? Such a few thousand people, who don't look too strong, just gather so carelessly to attack our camp?" Onyxia is obviously about the orcs. The behavior is very puzzled. It's not a test of small forces to look at the posture, and the big offense is completely to give food. What is this?

　　 "Well, the orcs probably still have some brainlessness, even if humans are not the same, these masked guys have not appeared in Azeroth, they may not have seen Lothar's power."

　　 "They haven't seen it, but someone has seen it?"

　　 "Do you think that the orcs will not be intrigue? If all the orcs are really united, do you think we can still rush through the dark gate?"

　　 Just as the two were discussing in the sky, the vigilant Griffin Rider had spotted the orc and issued an early warning. The expeditionary army quickly assembled and came out to fight. And these poor mocking skull orcs started to charge in skirmishes.

　　 Well, the mocking skull orcs were directly defeated.

The horses mounted by the heavy cavalry of the Knights of Stormwind are all carefully selected tall horses. Even when facing the orcs, they are occupied by the cavalry when they are confronted. More importantly, the ridicule orcs have nothing but warriors. There were no spellcasters, no hunters, and the result was that after they were dispersed, they were quickly harvested by the Stromgarde light cavalry and the rangers. As for the Thunderpike Dwarf Musketeers, in order to save bullets, they simply did not shoot ~www.ltnovel.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users Please go to read.