Just as Nergo had guessed in advance, their hunting team, a group of thirty orcs, walked out of the valley of Gromashr with their own weapons and headed north.

Nergo knew that if the map in the game marked it as it was, the direction they were traveling in was exactly the place called the Trial Arena.

But he also knew that Grogorok only took them out for hunting and could not go that far.

There is a high probability that it is in the plain in front of Gromash'er.

Moreover, these wolf cavalry will not participate in their hunting, just like the invigilator will not be responsible for answering the exam papers.

"Okay, boys." Grogorok ordered, and everyone, including his wolf warriors, stopped.

"Since you have new kids among you, I'll reiterate."

"I am only responsible for bringing you here. The rest of the hunting time depends entirely on you and your companions. We will meet here in three days and nights at the latest." Grogorok laughed: "If you don't come back in time after three days and nights, we won't wait for you."

Looking at the wolf cavalry who followed him, they had already begun to prepare to set up a camp.

Nergo looked at the new orcs with pity, not knowing how many of them would die in this hunting.

However, they don't seem to realize this, as if they are just having fun, as if hunting is actually similar to a game in their eyes.

"Where's the little shaman? Come out."

Although Grogorok did not say his name, Nergo knew that he was being called, and he immediately stepped out of the crowd.

"Those boys are yours to take care of." Grogorok patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "I'm looking forward to the prey you brought back."

Nergo grinned and nodded.

"I never disappoint."

Of course, how could he disappoint? Since they were very young, he and Tazhag had been the two great masters among the children of the Warsong clan. Every day, apart from going door to door for food, they would also fight at the door of the orc boys who disobeyed them.

Not to mention that they are famous, they are also infamous.

Otherwise the two of them would not have been allowed to participate in hunting at the age of 10.

"Very good," Grogorok said, trusting Nergo's words.

"I think three or five Tabu sheep are enough to complete the hunt."

"But for me." Nergo's eyes were full of confidence, "At least I need a cleft-hoofed cow."

"Okay, come with me!" Nergo waved to Tazage, "Bring the new friends, let's pursue glory together, lok-tar!"

"lok-tar!"

Perhaps infected by Nergo's war cry, the orcs below unanimously shouted a war cry unique to their race.

Looking at the energetic young man, Grogorok didn't say anything. He just walked to the wolf cavalry who set up tents and gave instructions.

………………

"It seems we are not very lucky?" an orc muttered.

They had been walking for a long time, but found nothing. The beasts that were usually seen everywhere seemed to have gone into seclusion collectively. Many orcs even cursed in their hearts, what the hell is this place?

There was nothing but a few birds.

"No, it's not bad, it's just too good."

Nergo's steps became more and more cautious, as if he were an experienced old hunter, not making any sound.

rustle……

A faint sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. The orc picked up the weapon in his hand and hid in the nearby trees. He held his weapon tightly in his hand. He was confident that as soon as the enemy showed up, he could rely on his speed to Behead him immediately.

Whether he is an ogre or a beast.

At the same time, the other orcs also reacted and imitated Nergo's example, hiding behind trees or rocks.

"What a fool, you dare to get close to Warsong's hunting ground." He said softly, the voice was so weak that even Tazhag beside him could only hear a rough idea.

As time passed by, the sound got closer and closer...

Boom boom.

The earth seemed to be shaking.

The sound was getting closer, and they could hear its source.

On the nearby slope, there was a grassy field and the remains of a beast.

He remembered it very clearly, because they also scared away a wind roc right at the wreckage.

As for the reason? Who knows? Maybe its nose is too sensitive and it smells the scent of an orc?

No longer thinking about those irrelevant things, Nergo glanced at the location of the grass.

Finally, the owner of the voice showed up.

In the dense forest, Nergo saw the creature. It was not an ogre, but a beast like an ox.

"You can really get whatever you want." Nergo's heart beat rapidly, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Tension, surprise, fear...

He didn't know how many emotions surrounded his heart.

After coming to this world for so long, this was the first time he encountered a clefthoof cow during hunting, especially a clefthoof cow moving alone.

After all, this dangerous beast is still too dangerous for the orc boys.

Not to mention Chief Hellscream, even Gul'dan in the future would probably not let the orc boys hunt the Clefthoof.

Look at that huge beast whose weight can be calculated in tons.

There are spear-like spikes on the body, and rhinoceros-like horns on the nose.

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Looking at the mouth, the two huge fangs are even more terrifying.

"Sure enough, our luck is over the top."

All the orcs thought the same thing when they saw the beast.

This cleft-hoofed cow was even bigger than the legend Nergo had heard. It was as big as a dump truck and was like a small mountain of dirt to walk on.

However, the members of the hunting team had no intention of giving up, and everyone was observing Nergo.

They decide to follow Nergo, whether they choose to hunt it or retreat quietly.

Nergo stared closely at the cleft-hoofed cow and took out a few poison darts stained with venom from his pocket.

But after thinking about it, he stuffed it back into his pocket and took the throwing spear from his companion.

"How pitiful, you may not live long now." He showed a cruel smile.

If this huge beast could be hunted, not to mention the fine fur on his body, the meat on his body would be enough to feed at least several families.

"lok—tar, ogar!"

A war cry came from Nergo.

He quickly rushed out of the grass while the Clefthoof Cow wasn't paying attention.

There is no doubt that an orc of about three hundred pounds suddenly bursting out of the forest is not a threat to this stray clefthoof cow.

But soon, more orcs began to emerge, some holding spears, some holding axes, and some using maces and hammers as weapons.

But no one dared to rush forward and face the wrath of the Clefthoof Ox. They could only rely on surrounding them and hoping to kill this terrifying beast through cooperation.

If it were the orcs of the Thunder God Clan, or a well-prepared orc hunting team, they would have chosen to use hooks and chains to try to restrain such a behemoth.

But Nergo and the others had nothing, and the only things they could gamble with were blood and lives.

Everyone was ready to risk their lives when they jumped out.

But the cleft-hoofed cow is not easy to mess with. With its weight, it can really die or be injured.

Soon someone was run over and trampled to death by the cleft-hoofed bull.

Screams and roars were endless.

This is not to blame for their weak strength. Not to mention that in the game, there is almost one Beastmaster hunter named Futley. Let’s just say that in the background story, the Clefthoof Ox is also a very ferocious existence among beasts.

If the Tabu sheep is a sergeant with a spear, then the clefthoof is a big man in a tin can equipped with plate armor.

This is why Draenor's outstanding people can raise such an outrageous beast to a certain level.

"Use bows and arrows and throwing spears!" Tazage shouted, taking the lead in throwing his own spears at the Clefthoof Ox. Thanks to its large body, all these spears hit.

But thanks to its large size, the dozen arrows and five or six throwing spears did not cause much damage, but instead angered it.

"Aim for its eyes!" Nergo wiped the dust caused by the action of the clefthoof cow from his face with his hands, "Attack the vital part!"

For such large-bodied behemoths, although their defense is very strong, after all, no matter how strong it is, it still has to make sense. As a weak part, the eyeball cannot evolve into an iron ball.

Tazage roared loudly and threw his last spear, which came roaring with the sound of wind. The Clefthoof Ox could not dodge, so he could only close his eyes and try to resist with his eyelids.

But, how can you resist throwing a spear?

In an instant, the Clefthoof transformed from an ordinary and huge Clefthoof into a one-eyed and huge Clefthoof.

The pain of losing its eyes made it roar.

Perhaps it also understood the principle of catching the thief first, so it rushed towards Nergo quickly, knocking three orcs away along the way.

It can only be said that fracture is the luckiest option.

"Get away!" Tazage yelled anxiously, picked up a mace belonging to an unknown orc, and jumped onto its back.

At the same time, he hammered his mace down hard.

The Clefthoof felt the attack from its back, roared, threw it away, and at the same time changed its target and rushed towards him who was still in the air.

It was getting closer and closer, and the huge shadow almost completely blocked the sunlight.

Nergo was nervous and frightened, fearing that the beast would turn Tazag into a corpse, or even worse, like meat.

Despair, but then a burst of rage.

With a venting roar, a thunderbolt emerged from his hand. This thunderbolt seemed to be the anger of Zeus and hit the head of the clefthoof cow.

The brown fur on its body was electrically charred.

Obviously, it couldn't be more dead.

Seeing its miserable appearance, Nelgo collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

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