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Brox was exhausted and collapsed on the ground. His weapon also fell away. Even if he was sent to the battlefield at this time, he would be powerless. It was not until night that he slowly recovered. He reluctantly got up from the ground.

He got up, but his legs felt weak. While the orc was waiting anxiously, he thought the battle ax had fallen far away, but he didn't expect it to land a few feet away from him. His feet

He couldn't move yet, so he had to lie on the ground and drag his legs to crawl to the side of the axe. Although he didn't have the strength to pick it up, he was satisfied to hold the treasure.

Brox felt that he could move, and immediately faced the undead. He found that Nathanos had also stood up.

"Who are you?" This time it was Nathanos who spoke first.

"Undead that can speak orc language?" Brox was surprised for a moment, but he did not trace the source or answer Nathanos's question. He rushed over, and although he recovered a lot of strength, he still staggered.

, the attack was easily dodged by Nathanos.

The undead and the orcs both want to figure out what happened. They all know that mages can cast spells to fly from one place to another. But it is obvious that they are not mages, but this does not guarantee that what happened is different from the other.

Doesn't matter.

Nathanos was wary of new moves by the orcs, but he also knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time. According to his experience, in an unfamiliar environment, even if it felt very peaceful.

The situation around him is not optimistic either. He is alone now and doesn't know where he is. No matter what happens, he needs to understand this place. Maybe he can find the reason why he teleported here.

Brooks also had the same idea. He wanted to understand this place and even find the locals. If the aboriginal people here used magic to interfere with the orcs' new home intentionally or unintentionally, it might pose a threat. Maybe he would die later.

But the top priority is to protect his people.

At least now, they have a rough idea of ​​what kind of race lives here. Before the battle with the Burning Legion, Nathanos had never heard of the night elves, but he could never forget the strange appearance of Kaldorei. He didn't know why.

What happened was that he actually came to a land ruled by elves.

Brox was also aware of this, but there was still hope anyway. After collecting the information, he could go back. In Kalimdor, the night elves and the orcs fought side by side, and Brox also learned about the things that had not been known before.

A continent known to him. After some observation, he was sure he could find his way home.

The night elves once formed an alliance with the orcs and humans, but they would not take a friendly attitude towards an intruder. Nathanos has never attacked Brox. He knew that if the noise caused was too big, the elves might be disturbed.

Discover.

"Come whatever you want!" The undead clenched his fists.

Although he didn't encounter any elves right away, he noticed a beam of light in the distance that seemed to be coming from a larger settlement.

As soon as the orc Brox made a move, he noticed something approaching him from behind. It was two cavalry! His eyes suddenly narrowed in surprise. The cavalry were not on horseback, but on the powerful night blade.

On the back of a leopard.

Nathanos had crouched down to hide. The orcs gritted their teeth, ready to fight as soon as they found him. But the cavalry seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere and hurried past him. In the faint light, they

Still moving quickly, Nathanos suddenly remembered that the Kaldorei's vision at night was about the same as their vision during the day.

It seems that this is not a good sign. His night vision is also good, but not as good as that of the night elves.

He wielded the battle axe, and even though he didn't have the advantage of eyesight, Brox could be evenly matched with these skinny elves. No matter day or night.

As long as they have a battle ax in hand, the orc warriors will definitely be able to defeat the enemy. Even those elves wearing exquisite armor cannot withstand his sharp weapons.

The cavalry gradually faded out of sight. Nathanos also wanted to leave, but as soon as he turned around, an elf in a silver robe appeared in front of him. She also looked extremely surprised, and before Nathanos could stop her

, she screamed.

Night elves poured out from all sides.

Brox was immediately caught in a dilemma. He wanted to fight bravely, but also wanted to complete Thrall's mission. After thinking twice, he turned around and ran away in anger.

However, from the trees and behind the stones, elves continued to pour out - each with a refined bow and a powerful crossbow.

The horn blew. The undead and the orcs knew what this sound portended. In the blink of an eye, the roars and shouts of the elves were heard in their ears.

Nathanos was surrounded. This time, each of the elves were fully armed, and their night sabers looked even more terrifying. They could tear apart the bodies of the undead with just one claw, and a single bite of their sharp teeth.

Swallow his head whole.

Although these beasts would not like to devour a corpse.

At this time, a night elf couldn't bear it and rushed towards him, waving the scimitar in his hand. Nathanos grabbed his weapon without any effort, and then used the handle of the knife to knock out the rash elf.

On the other side, Brox and the elves also started fighting. The Kaldorei stepped back and stood some distance away from Brox. Just when Brox thought there was a chance to escape, another night elf appeared in front of them.

He wore a shining blue pearl robe with silver-white piping on the chest.

Brox swung his battle ax and shouted, trying to scare this guy away. But the night elf raised his hand and stretched it to the sky. Nathanos noticed the strange movement here, and he knew what this action meant.

——The elf was casting a spell, but it was too late. At this time, a ray of moonlight fell from the sky, like a soft ribbon, wrapping Brooks. He felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier, his feet suddenly lost strength, and his eyelids

He drooped down and could hardly open his eyes.

The tomahawk also slipped off, and Brox finally fell to the ground. He felt very angry, and the anger inspired him. He struggled for a while before fainting.

The elf used magic that he was unfamiliar with on Brox, but used the bow and arrow he was most familiar with on Nathanos.

The flying bows and arrows shone in the moonlight. Nathanos blocked a few of them, but his arm was still shot through. At the same time, a silver ribbon surrounded him. His body that had finally managed to stabilize suddenly lost strength, just like he had just

It was the same as when he came here. The scimitar fell to the ground, and he knew it was impossible to get it back.
Chapter completed!