The so-called Locke - Oakbane, where Locke is the name, and Oakbane is "orc" and "bane", where "orc" means orcs, and "bane" means disaster, so when combined with this word, this wild boar head The name of the goal is Locke-Orc Disaster.
A wild boar dared to call "orc disaster". You can imagine that this guy often attacks orcs. No wonder Glade said "Locke Oakbane is you".
Locke Oakbane was not afraid of being recognized by the orcs. He immediately raised his battle ax and rushed towards Glade, shouting at the same time:
"I have killed many orcs like you, go to hell!"
Locke Oakbane's attack was powerful and heavy. Although Glade reacted in time, raised the battle ax in his hand, and used the long handle to steady the opponent's attack, the brute force coming from the wild boar people still made Glade, the orc warrior, took a few steps back.
Interesting!
The pig god Agamaggan is considered a symbol of strength by many native creatures of Azeroth. As the descendants of the pig god Agamaggan, the quilboars naturally have brute strength that is not inferior to that of the orcs, but this is where they stop.
The orc warrior Glade did not rush to counterattack, but chose to parry the opponent's attacks while calmly observing the opponent, looking for flaws and opportunities.
On the other hand, Rock-Oakbane, after gaining the advantage in the first round of attacks, began to attack and charge blindly, and the wide-open and wide-open attacks were indeed constantly repelling Glade. From an outsider's perspective, it seems like Glade is no match for Rock-Oakbane.
However, another orc present, Jikaz-Blade, had no worries at all, and even said to Marlenia next to her: "See, Glade will definitely win."
In fact, there was no need for the female orc to remind her. Marlenia had already seen that Glade would win. The wild boar Locke Oakbane seems to be ferocious, but in fact every attack he makes is defused by Glade. It seems that the latter is losing ground, but in fact Glade is trading space for time.
After all, the place where they fought was not a narrow indoor space, but a wide flat area. Glade had enough space to move around, so why did he have to go head-to-head with the brute force of the wild boar?
If Glady had been me, I would probably do the same thing, Marlenia thought.
As time went by, Rock Oakban, who had played three axes, gradually ran out of energy and had to take a breath and adjust before he could continue to attack. On the other hand, Glade, this was the moment he had been waiting for.
"drink!"
Seizing the moment when his opponent's old strength was exhausted and new strength was yet to be regenerated, Glade roared and raised his tomahawk, slashing it at Rock-Oakbane's pig head. The latter immediately raised his tomahawk and tried to parry.
"Ding Dong!"
Amidst the deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, Locke Oakbane was knocked back two steps. His pig eyes looked at the orcs opposite him with incredible eyes:
"you……"
Yes, in the previous round of confrontation, Rock-Oakbane discovered that Glade's strength was not inferior to his own. If the latter chose to confront him head-on at the beginning, the outcome would be a 50-50 split.
But Glade did not make the above choice, but deliberately showed weakness, luring the opponent to continuously attack, and then launched a counterattack when he ran out of energy.
At this time, Locke Oakbane already knew that he had no chance of winning, because Glade's second, more powerful ax was slashing towards his chest, and the wild boar himself did not have enough strength to resist this attack. Hit.
"Dang!"
"ah!"
The battle ax held by Locke Oakbane was knocked away, and the battle armor on his chest was penetrated by the sharp axe. Bright red blood spurted out. The outcome was no longer in suspense, but Glader did not kill him immediately. He raised his left fist and hit Locke Oakbane's head with a "punch", knocking his helmet off and knocking him to the ground.
"Well!"
Rock Oakban, who was lying on the ground, wanted to get up, but the pain from his chest injury prevented him from holding up his body. At the same time, Glade rushed in front of him, raised his right leg and stepped on his chest.
"Well!"
Locke Oakbane screamed in pain, and then looked at the orc in front of him: "Why don't you kill me?"
As soon as the words came out, Locke Oakbane seemed to have thought of something. He used his remaining strength and grinned: "Wait a minute, is it for the orcs who came here a few days ago?"
As soon as these words came out, Glader's eyebrows trembled as expected: "If you know anything, tell me!"
"Hey hey hey."
Rock-Oakbane laughed evilly: "I killed all those orcs, and even the flesh was eaten clean, haha... cough cough."
Speaking of excitement, Rock Oakban coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
However, Glade was not angered. Instead, he looked at the quilboar at his feet with pitiful eyes.
In fact, not only Glady, but Marlenia also knew that Rock-Oakbane said this just to get relief from death, but this would not solve the problem, and would only continue to expand the conflict between the wild boars and the tribe.
"Han Feizi" says: If a country is small but does not feel humble, if it is small but does not fear the strong, if it is rude and insults its neighbors, if it is greedy and ignorant, it will lead to death.
The quilboars are just a second-rate force in Azeroth, how can they compare to the Horde, one of the two major military groups? When Thrall and the orcs first arrived in Kalimdor, it was a perfect opportunity for the quilboar to take over, but they actually chose to become enemies of the tribe!
No matter who was the leader of the wild boar people, making such a decision is destined to end. The real world will not be reasonable with you!
Without further ado, let’s get back to the topic.
Glady, who was not irritated, said, "Locke Oakbane, you didn't actually kill that orc, right?"
"Roar?"
Rock Oakban looked at the other party with an incredulous look: "How do you know?"
Glade leaned down and touched the scar on the head of the wild boar man with his left hand: "Your scar is very new, it should have been left recently. I guess it is the ax of the orc you mentioned?"
"Well……"
Locke Oakban stopped talking, and Glade knew that he had guessed correctly!
"I can leave such a scar on your head. It doesn't look like I was defeated by you."
Glad's eyes met Rock-Oakbane's pig eyes, and he asked: "How is it, do you want to tell the truth now?"
Locke Oakbane "hummed" a few times, and then said: "Orcs, don't be proud! Yes, the orcs did not die in my hands last time, but their behavior of wanting to go to Razormarsh was purely You are looking for death. Now that I have not seen them come back after so many days, it must mean that the person you are looking for is already dead!"
Obviously, the quilboar didn't lie. Glade's brother Graca-Stoneaxe did lead the team to Razormarsh, which is the quilboar's base camp!
"Thanks!"
Glade raised his battle ax high and beheaded Rock Oakban on the spot, and everyone present heard the conversation just now.
It was still the female orc Ji Katz-Blade who took the lead to express her position: "Glade, no matter where you go, I will follow you."
Everyone else's eyes also turned to him.
Feeling the attention of everyone, Glad announced: "We set off to Razorfen!"
At the same time, Michaela, who was far away in the eastern continent, slowly regained consciousness in the bumps and woke up:
"Where am I?"
Tobjörn, who was sitting opposite, said loudly: "Hey, Ambassador Michaela, you're awake. Besides, your ability to drink is really bad. You fell down after just a few sips."
correct!
Michaela finally remembered that as soon as she arrived in the dwarf town Thelsama last night, she was dragged into the tavern by Tobion to drink, and then she became drunk. Judging from the current situation, Torbjorn moved himself onto the sheep cart, and...
"Ah sneeze!"
The cold wind blowing outside the car made Michaela couldn't help but sneeze. It also made him notice that the scenery outside the car was covered with snow and was no longer the green grassland of Loch Modan.
"Yes, Ambassador Michaela, you have arrived in Dun Morogh."
There was a hint of regret on Tobjörn's face: "It's a pity that you weren't awake when we passed the Valley of the Kings, otherwise I would have wanted to give you a good introduction."
Speaking of King Gu, Mikaela remembered that there were two statues of dwarf kings standing on both sides of the road in the game. In the real Azeroth, these two statues must be taller and more magnificent than in the game.
It's a shame that we didn't get to see it, but it's not without good news.
Just listen to Tobjörn say: "Ambassador Michaela, we will arrive at Ironforge soon. In addition, our King Magni is not in a good mood, so don't do anything strange, otherwise His Majesty the King I can’t guarantee what I will do.”
Ha, ha ha...
"Michaela, what does Tobjörn mean by this?" Torina jumped out and asked at the right time.
Michaela sighed: "What else could it be? Of course Princess Moira, the only daughter of the dwarf king Magni, married his mortal enemy, the leader of the Blackstone dwarves, Emperor Dagran Thaurissan."
"Oh, that's it?"
Torina said: "Don't they really love each other?"
"But Princess Moira's father, Magni, doesn't believe it."
Michaela explained: "Lao Mai always believed that his mortal enemy Thaurissan kidnapped his daughter and cast evil magic on her. After all, the Blackstone dwarves are famous for their magic, and even the big screw of the Fire Lord ...Well, I mean Ragnaros was summoned by the Blackstone dwarves."
As for why King Magni of Ironforge regards Emperor Thaurissan, who is also a dwarf, as his mortal enemy, then we have to talk about the "War of the Three Hammers" between the dwarves. Since there is too much content, I won't go into details here. As long as you know that after that war, the two sides became mortal enemies.
At this point, Torina concluded: "No wonder Magni doesn't believe that his daughter is willing to marry Emperor Thaurissan."
In reality, Michaela and her party soon arrived at the gate of Ironforge.
Ironforge is a magnificent city built by the dwarves in the snowy mountains. For this purpose, they even hollowed out the entire mountain. The results brought about made Michaela couldn't help but exclaim:
"Wow!"
The giant iron gate with a height of more than 100 meters, coupled with a giant dwarf sculpture with a height of 100 meters, was enough to shock Mikaela who had just arrived.
The Ironforge gate in the game is much smaller than in reality.
"See? This is the great city of our dwarves!"
Tobjörn was also very satisfied with Michaela's expression. After completing the customs clearance procedures with the gate guard, the group finally entered the interior of Ironforge.
So, what would the owner of Ironforge, King Magni-Bronzebeard of the Bronzebeard dwarves, think of Mikaela?
