Burning Blade Clan
Holding back his complaints, Skrinjer ran over with his Worg to find Blackrock Orcs hidden nearby. He didn't know He didn't know the specific location of Blackrock Orcs, but as the best hunter, he could follow some clues to find those Blackrock Orcs.🐼💚 🍫😲
Skrinjer lived up to the nickname of the best hunter. Soon he found traces from the side of a creek, some unusually large footprints, and at the same time he found some scattered Worg hairs on the grass. Following these traces, before the sun set, he found Blackrock Orcs's settlement in a jungle den.
"You stay here and stay vigilant, Skrinjer, we will observe closely." Zul'ra asked his fifteen Tooth-Soldiers to stay vigilant, and then followed Skrinjer who jumped off Worg and quietly approached the camp over there.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there were many figures walking around the Orcs camp in the valley. Zul'ra followed Skrinjer and hid quietly behind the trees, looking at the figures in the camp from a distance, but soon Skrinjer let out a small exclamation.
"How is that possible!"
"What's wrong?" Zul'ra saw a very conspicuous Orcs in the Orcs camp. He had red skin, followed by a Worg, and was talking to a Orcs with a red-green upper body and a red flag behind him.
"It's Burning Blade Clan's, the red one, he drank the blood of the devil." Skrinjer was also looking at the two special figures in the camp, his words were not very coherent, and his eyes were fixed on the red-skinned Orcs.
The red skin is what Orcs looked like after drinking Demon Blood. Grom and other clan chiefs had this look after they first drank Demon Blood, but then slowly, their skin faded from red to green. At the same time, all Orcs seemed to be contagious, and their skin color changed from brown to the current green.
"Burning Blade Clan, the one with the bald head and the flag on his back?" Zul'ra didn't pay much attention to the influence of Demon Blood. He knew that Orcs drank Demon Blood What does look like? His eyes were fixed on the flag behind another bald man, Orcs. On the red square flag was a knife, a knife surrounded by flames, Burning Blade Clan.
"Yes, he doesn't have any animal teeth decoration on his body, wears rosary beads around his neck, and carries the burning blade flag. He belongs to the Burning Blade Clan, and he is actually with the fallen." Skrinjer lowered his voice, and his tone was full of anger at the burning blade Orcs and the red-skinned Orcs.
"You admire Burning Blade Clan?" Zul'ra listened to Skrinjer's words and looked at the Orcs of the Burning Blade Clan. He had heard of the Burning Blade Clan.
Orcs of the Burning Blade Clan is famous for its Shaman and sword masters. They use knife-shaped long swords as weapons, pouring flame elements into the swords, and swing the blades It looks like a torch and is famous for being indestructible. Those Orcs who have passed the test can be called sword masters. They attach great importance to personal honor, carry the clan flag on their backs, and never join hands with others. They are famous as lone heroes.
"They were all heroes, once!" Skrinjer stared at the Orc Blademaster, with anger in his tone. He did admire Orc Blademaster, but now he is a member of New Horde and accepted Warchief The thoughts of Thrall are full of disgust and hatred for those Orcs who drank Demon Blood and degenerated their tribes.
"Let's go!" Zul'ra pulled Skrinjer slightly, asking him to look away and follow her away. The two Orcss in the distance had separated. The red-skinned Orcs led Worg on patrol, while the swordsman looked around the camp, then walked to a tent and got in. He seemed to be aware of it.
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Skrinjer was pulled away from his body by Zul'ra, and his eyes could not help but be moved away. He was not noticed by Orc Blademaster in the distance. Seeing the two Orcs in the distance dispersed, he could only follow Zul'ra and leave quietly, but he did not make a sound.
"It's already dark. Let's find a place to rest at night and wait until daybreak before leaving." Zul'ra led Skrinjer and Tooth-Soldiers to meet up. Looking at the already dark sky, he asked Orcs hunter.
Skrinjer looked at the expressionless tall Trolls and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he could only do as he was told. He took Zul'ra and Tooth-Soldiers to find a dense forest and began to rest.
It was getting dark, and the light of Blue Child and White Lady shone over the forest, making it look extremely cold. Because it was close to the camp of Orcs, no one made a fire. Tooth-Soldiers and Skrinjer ate some grilled steamed bun slices. Zul'ra refused the food, but after giving them a few words, they found a big tree and jumped up, sat down and meditated with their eyes closed.
The night gradually deepened, and Tooth-Soldiers each found a tree to sleep lightly. Skrinjer hugged his own Worg and slept behind a big tree. Everything was silent, and in the darkness on the branches, a pair of crystal eyes opened.
Keeping his breathing steady, Zul'ra opened his eyes and bent his legs, stretched out his hand to remove the armor tied to his calf, and then gently placed it on the branch, making a slight noise, which alerted Skrinjer, who was sleeping in a daze while holding Worg below.
The confused Skrinjer glanced at the figures in the woods, listened carefully to the movements around him, and finally reached out to pat the equally alert Worg next to him. He fell asleep lightly again, not realizing at all that Zul'ra sitting on the tree had disappeared, and only a few armor-plated leggings were hanging on the branches.
The bright moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds. Zul'ra left the woods quietly, feeling the silence of the message. Following the path he took in the evening, he quietly walked back to Orcs's camp. He saw that Orcs's camp was quite tightly guarded, with several Orcs Warrior guarding the surrounding areas.
The charcoal fire in the brazier was unstable. Zul'ra glanced around the camp, and in a flash, he slipped into the camp from a dark place. Orcs's camp was a typical tight outside and loose inside. Orcs in the camp was breathing like a dead pig.
Walking in the darkness, Zul'ra scanned the surroundings while placing the round-headed hilt of the sheathed dagger in his left hand into the palm of his right hand, and slightly pulled out the cross-striped blade. The sharp blade contained a light blue light.
There was a faint sound of heavy footsteps in the camp. Zul'ra heard the sound and quickly hid in the darkness under the tent. He looked at a figure coming out from the front. This figure was covered in red. It turned out to be the red-skinned Orcs he saw during the day.
The aura on the red-skinned Orcs was extremely strong, but he did not notice the figure in the darkness nearby. His two red eyes looked around, looking at Orcs Warrior who was patrolling around the camp. Then he looked back and walked past Zul'ra without realizing it.
Looking at the red figure with its back turned to him, Zul'ra took a step forward gently, and then his figure stood out like an arrow from the string. At the same time, the dagger in his hand unsheathed, and when the figure was about to turn around, it passed behind him.