MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 63 Assassination failed, turn to barbecue (recommended ticket)

   Chapter 63 Failed Assassination

   "My wolf!" Orgrim turned sharply and ran away. The heartache sounded very much like a young man whose own electric car was smashed.

  Cough!

   Of course, he didn't come out alone. Behind him, there was a burly orc and two attendants.

   The Orc Warg is very spiritual, and has long been the same as the Orc relative. The voice of my baby Wolf Warrior will never be mistaken. Most of the time, Wargs are very reassuring, they will definitely choose to withdraw when they see a large number of enemies.

   will be called like this, it can only prove that it is overcast.

The    orc camp was built beside a forest that was not burned, and there was a river running through the forest, which was convenient for hunting and water.

   As soon as he rushed to the place 30 meters away from the river, Orgrim's eyes were red. A large wooden stake with a thick bowl was stuck on his wolf's leg, and half of his body was covered with frost.

   Seeing the murloc mage lingering with the element of water, he felt a thump in his heart on the spot!

   "Get away from my tesa!"

   Of course, the murlocs couldn't understand the Orcish language. Seeing the fierce Orgrim, the murlocs... were terrified.

   You don't even need to use the [Intimidating Roar], "Gah!" There was a strange cry, and the murlocs fled in all directions.

   But when Orgrim strode past, he was careless.

  I thought this was another good thing done by annoying murlocs, but who thought of a simple sling trap, and suddenly dragged him upside down in the air.

   "Trap!?" His pupils shrank suddenly, and Orgrim immediately realized that this was not the handwriting of the murlocs.

   Murlocs can't make such a large trap that can pull orcs!

   "Huh—" He shouted loudly, even if he turned his head to the ground, he still twisted his body, and the [Doom Hammer] slammed into the thick branch hanging from him.

  A violent flame exploded, and when the branch that was about to support the sling exploded, he fell to the ground.

   This is just the beginning!

   As if he knew exactly where he would land, a large tree trunk that at least three people would hug together slammed over from the flanks and slammed into Orgrim, who couldn't dodge in the air.

Do not!

   is not one!

   Seven or eight big tree trunks swayed out at the same time, aiming at his possible fall route.

   "Don't underestimate me--" Orgrim's [anger] burst out, and several illusory shields made of giant beast skulls immediately appeared around him, spinning counterclockwise, blocking Orgrim's body.

   This is a warrior's professional skill [Shield Wall], which can greatly reduce the damage suffered by a warrior in a short period of time.

   Even so, after hitting a large tree trunk weighing several tons, Orgrim's body turned into a meteor and flew out far away, spitting out blood in the air.

   This is not the end, just as he was about to land, more than thirty murloc spears were thrown like a shadow.

   At the same time, not far away, there were more than twenty mysterious people covered in leaves [Geely Clothes] suddenly stood up.

  【Fox Immortal】 sternly shouted: "Kill!"

   The powerful crossbows in their hands all made a dull vibration.

   "Sudden! slam! slam!"

   "Not good!" Orgrim was really shocked.

   He couldn't imagine anyone with such a ruthless serial killer move.

   At this moment, a giant orc who was almost as burly as him rushed over with a warhammer. The rounded warhammer blew a gust of wind, and the murloc's throwing spears were blown away, and even the crossbow was slightly deflected, blocking at least 90% of the projectiles.

   When he saw the figure wearing a white wolf fur shawl, Orgrim couldn't help but warm his heart: "Durotan!?"

   That's right, it was his good friend, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, who saved him.

   As one of the strongest tribal chiefs, Durotan's combat power is beyond doubt.

   Just as Durotan roared loudly and was about to fight to the death with the mysterious assassin, the guy on the opposite side suddenly withdrew.

  【Delicious and beautiful white jam】: "The wind is tight, churning!"

  【Heaven's Feather】: "Run!"

   The two tribal bosses were dumbfounded. They just saw that the person in charge was a human being, but before they could react, the other party was already unable to strike, and immediately ran away with a crossbow.

   Of course, players, it is normal for thieves not to go empty.

   Just as Orgrim fell, and endured dizziness, he tore the ropes tied to his legs with brute force, when a large green net popped up and covered his wolf.

   "Oooooooooo!" The wolf struggled fiercely, but this kind of large-scale casting web with vines mixed with the silk of the giant spiders in the forest was not something it could resist.

  Orgrim only saw hundreds of murlocs emerging from the river, dragging a few thick ropes and quickly dragging the wolf into the river.

   "Desha!" He called out his Wolf Warrior's name in vain and despair, but couldn't do anything.

   The two orcs who came with Durotan were slow to run, but as soon as they came over, they were suddenly shot by humans and turned into hedgehogs.

   This time, even Durotan didn't dare to approach casually, and could only watch helplessly as his buddy's Warg was dragged into the water. And those humans in straw clothes jumped into the river with a thud under the cover of the murlocs.

   Orgrim struggled and approached the river a little dazedly, he didn't dare to get too close.

  He thought that this was the end of grief.

   But not!

   He immediately saw a scene that made him split.

  His Warg was injured first, then drank a belly of water, and his struggle was very weak.

   Those nasty humans actually let the murlocs drag Desa ashore in front of him, then quickly set up a bonfire and a barbecue grill, and started slaughtering wolves!

  Not with a big knife, but with a small dagger, go down with one knife, and start to peel the skin and cut the flesh from the legs.

   "Bastard—" Durotan cursed angrily. The Frostwolf clan is famous for cultivating wolves. No one knows better than him that the relationship between the master and the wolves has long surpassed the love of comrades-in-arms, and they are like relatives.

   The group of humans on the opposite side was clearly intentional.

   That's right!

Opposite to   , Zhentian's battle cry sounded.

   "Lok'Tar-Ogar! gar! gar! gar! gar! gar!"

   A good "win or die", shouted to these old onmyoji, it became "if you don't win, you will die!"!

   You said it was not intentional? Who believes it!

  [Xuansu in the old paper pile]: "Friends at the top of the mountain, get dry!"

  【Crayfish-kun】: "Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di up—"

   Those who dance on horseback, those who wave their hands, and those who scream strangely.

   Under the instigation of the sand sculpture players, even the murlocs onlookers became hot, and they followed them and played the waves of the crowd.

  Forget it, a group of players worked together to put up the wolf and perform live roast wolf meat.

  Sichuan dialect is booming.

   "Boss, order some **** and onion!"

   "Boss, some cumin!"

   "Boss, come get some peanuts!"

  …

  This group of unscrupulous guys can't be assassinated, just turn to the barbecue meeting.

   This scene is very similar to what the husband is currently committing.

   The opposite Durotan couldn't stand it any longer: "Orgrim, let's go!"

  The past is impossible to pass. Human beings are so insidious. Who would dare to say that there are no murlocs ambushing in this turbid river?

  The river is ten meters wide, and the depth is unknown. Both sides of the river bank are within the range of javelin projections.

   If you can't get past it, you have to fool the other side. Who can bear this anger.

Orgrim shook his head and refused. His bloodshot eyes were full of determination and determination. He gritted his teeth and his arms trembled: "I have an obligation to accompany my wolf to the end. What kind of fighting power will the chief think is a cowardly and vulnerable race."

   They and the orcs who came later, really just watched these humans and murlocs fight for half an hour, and finally left a bunch of murlocs flying, patting their butts and leaving.

   That night, Orgrim fell ill.

He still couldn't completely escape the plot of the sand sculpture player - it turned out that there was a series of inconspicuous serrations on the inside of the noose that pulled his ankle, and it was covered with murloc saliva. .

  Lothar on the front line quickly felt the delay in the deployment of the orcs.

   (end of this chapter)