Head

The alloy made by melting Thorium with cobalt, and then folded and forged with fine gold, made the blade extremely sharp. Zul'ra held the dagger in his hand, and instantly passed behind the Orcs. The dagger in his hand was held horizontally, and the blade used the momentum of his sweep to swipe past the red-skinned Orcs's neck.

"..." The red-skinned Orcs turned his head and wanted to look behind him, but feeling the sound of wind blowing from behind, he quickly wanted to turn his head back, but he didn't want a cold air to rush to his forehead. The world in his eyes began to turn upside down, and his consciousness disappeared instantly.

A red head rolled to the ground, and the strong body fell slowly without support. Blood spurted out from the cavity of the head and body. Zul'ra put the dagger into the scabbard, turned around and picked up the bleeding red head at his feet, and threw it in front of a patrolling Orcs guard.

Looking at the red head that was suddenly thrown in front of them in the dark night, before the Orcs guards could answer, a shrill wolf howl came from the camp, and the entire Orcs camp instantly boiled. The Orcs guards raised their weapons and looked around, and noises were heard from every tent.

After the howl of the wolf was heard, a powerful Orcs rushed to the scene of the incident immediately. He had a shiny green head, carried a sharp blade as wide as an adult's hand, had a string of red beads around his neck, and was only wearing a pair of pants. His evenly muscled green upper body had neither tattoos nor animal teeth. He was Orc Blademaster during the day.

Zul'ra looked at the sword master who rushed to the red headless corpse, and couldn't help but grin. He put the scabbard of his left hand back on his waist, and at the same time stepped forward, his body rushed out, and while his whole body was surging with energy, he held the dagger in his hand flat against his throat.

Different from the previous red-skinned Orcs, this Orcs carried the flag of the Burning Blade Clan. He reacted instantly and raised the long knife in his hand towards the tall figure rushing toward him, intending to let the opponent hit the tip of the knife.

Orc Blademaster's ability was strong, but it was still slightly inferior. Facing the tip of his knife, Zul'ra immediately stopped his infuriating charge, then closed his chest and turned his body, narrowly dashing in front of him from the side of the long knife, and the dagger in his hand also stabbed his heart accurately at close range.

In a sudden attack, there was no room for reaction or spell casting. Orc Blademaster felt the sharp blade piercing his heart. After letting out a breath in his throat, the red light in his eyes slowly dimmed and he fell directly into the arms of his opponent.

Zul'ra didn't care to push away the fallen Orc Blademaster. He used his height to look around and saw that within a few moments of the fight, the camp was already full of people, and behind him, a huge gray Worg was swooping towards him with its thick fangs bared.

Facing the attack of the big dog behind him, Zul'ra instantly lowered his body, allowing Worg to pounce over his head. Then he stood up, pushed Orc Blademaster's limp body away, pulled out the dagger smoothly, and looked at the big dog on the other side who turned around and roared at him.

"..." Zul'ra looked at the pouting Worg across from him, and his eyes moved slightly. This is the Worg from the red-skinned Orcs. It wants to avenge its master!

At the moment when Zul'ra's eyes moved, the gray Worg jumped out again. Zul'ra swayed to get out of the way of the attack. Then when it rushed toward him again, he swayed up to meet it and walked around to its side. When it turned its head and wanted to get up to fight back, its eyes were fixed on its fur.

For a moment, time seemed to stop, the gray Worg's hair was rolling, Zul'ra's eyes could accurately "see" every bone and muscle under the fur, and the dagger in his hand was decisively extended, piercing the giant dog's beating heart along the gap between the ribs. With a painful whimper, Worg's body fell sideways, and Zul'ra calmly pulled out the dagger and escaped.

Blood flowed from the blade to the tip of the sword and dripped. Zul'ra raised his eyes and looked at the Orcss around him who were unable to recover. He slowly put the sword back to his waist, then took a running start. In an instant, he jumped over the heads of more than a dozen Orcss and landed at the entrance of the camp. He calmly picked up the red head that had been thrown here before and plunged into the night.

Not to mention the Orcss behind them, Zul'ras were running like the wind in the dark night. When they returned to the resting forest, Skrinjers and Tooth-Soldierss They were all awake. Sixteen people and one Worg were in a hurry. When they saw him coming back, they were all overjoyed. However, when they saw the red head in his hand, they all looked weird, especially Orcs. Skrinjer.

"Zul'ra Jin, did you attack those fallen people of Black Stone?" Skrinjer used the light of the moon to look at the red head held by Zul'ra by its black hair. After seeing Orcs's facial features clearly, he swallowed slightly and asked.

"Of course, so we can't stay here anymore." Zul'ra asked Tooth-Soldiers to get his leggings.

"But why are you doing this?" Skrinjer couldn't help but ask.

"Do you want to kill him?" Zul'ra picked up the red head in his hand. It has been almost fifteen years since he came to this world, and he has long been accustomed to these things.

"Of course, there is the one who is carrying Burning Blade Clan... you won't let him..." Skrinjer's words were a little incoherent.

"The best way to kill an enemy is not to cut down the people around him as well." Zul'ra replied the truth very reservedly. In fact, the head he was planning to cut back at the beginning was the sword master's head, but it didn't seem to have much markings and was not as good as the red one on his hand.

"In the name of our ancestors, Zul'ra Jin, you are the most Recklessness, boldest, and bravest guy I have ever seen." Skrinjer stared and said many adjectives in one breath, but there was only one expression that summed it up. He recognized the Trolls in front of him.

"Now, we have to go. I hope you can find the right way at night." Zul'ra looked at Orcs, who was wide-eyed, excited and surprised, with a smile on his face. This night attack on the camp, in addition to testing the results of his more than ten years of practice, the more important thing is to make this trip for the sake of reputation among Orcs. Orcs worships power, pure power, so he did not use magic tonight.

"No problem, I can find the correct road." Skrinjer stretched out his hand and tapped his chest, and at the same time called his own Worg to ride up.

"Then let's go!" Zul'ra was unwilling to say more and let Skrinjer lead the way. Taking advantage of the night light of Blue Child and White Lady, the group quickly hurried back along the way they came during the day. Of course, they also selectively avoided the camp where the corrupted Blackrock Orcs was.

When the sky was bright, Zul'ra and others had already traveled halfway, and Alterac Valley was not far away. Zul'ra handed the red Orcs head to Tooth-Soldiers asked them to find a place to throw it away after they went back, but Skrinjer took it away, then found a belt and tied it under his Worg neck, and Zul'ra let him do it, what a reputation!