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A scent of scent floated across Brox's nose, and he immediately tensed his whole body. A furry guy with a cloth bag wrapped around his waist stopped suddenly, holding a spear in his hand - it was not an ordinary weapon, looking down at Brox. The big guy made a heavy breathing sound, and the air flow from his nose made the nose ring slight jingle. Two black glass-like eyeballs were embedded in his eyes, flashing with firm eyes. His rough forehead was covered with wrinkles, and a pair of very terrifying sharp corners were standing on top of his head, protruding above his mouth and nose.

This is a tauren...but there are some differences. Brox is happy that he found a tribe member ten thousand years later so quickly, but he soon discovered that the other party's horns were fan-shaped, like coral, and were very different from the Tauren tribe led by Kane Bloodhoof.

Anyway, he met a tauren, but Brox was sure that he was not far from the territory of the night elves, so why did he find the trace of the tauren so quickly?

"Who are you……"

"You can speak the language of my tribe? Who are you, an outsider?" The messy-haired Minotaur monster let out a deep rumble.

Brox was stunned for a moment, then cleared his throat and introduced himself loudly: "The warrior of the tribe chief Thrall, orc Brox Sarufar."

"My name is Hun, Hun Gaoling, the user of the Eagle Spear!" He raised his spear high, and the sharp and curved spearhead was like an eagle's horn. The metal spearhead and the handle were tied tightly with a leather, marked with the language of the Taurus. Brocks was not unfamiliar with the Taurus. He knew that the skin recorded the history of the spear. "I don't know what a tribe is, nor who your chief Thrall is, nor have you ever heard of the orc race. Are you, like me, a visitor from afar?"

"Yes! It's great to know you, Hun." Brox nodded. He stopped talking. Although it was inappropriate to get to the point directly, there was no time to waste now. The invasion of the Burning Legion was underway every second. "Where are your tribe members? Hun? The world urgently needs their help now. Of course, it also needs the help of the weapons in your hands. It can definitely destroy the demon's armor easily."

Hearing the word "Clanmen", Hu En seemed very sad. His fingers and fists were clenched tightly, as if something had touched his heart.

"I understand, you are here to find reinforcements. In order to deal with the demon, the person you are looking for... is me." Hun's eyes began to sharpen, and his gaze was looking through Brox, looking at Sin Azalie who was intersecting the skyline.

"You? No!" Brox shook his head, "I'm looking for your tribe, if you are the only one..."

"I am the only one, I am enough. The minions of the Burning Legion attacked my village, and I am the only one left."

The orc placed his hand on his left chest to express his condolences, but he was thinking about finding more taurens. The Tauren tribe where Hun Gaoling is located should be just one of the Taurens, and there must be more Tauren allies worth looking for.

"In fact, I heard a call, a god summoned me to the kingdom of the elves and asked me to help resist the Burning Legion, whose name was Cenarius."

"Cenarius?" The orc heard the name in surprise. It was the ancient demigod who gave him the oak battle axe.

The tauren in front of him nodded arrogantly, and waved his spear to build momentum for himself. There were more than twenty braids on his clothes, most of which were hanging around his chin. Each braid represented an opponent he had killed in the battle, and he would destroy more enemies next, and talking to Brox seemed to have wasted his long time.

‘By the way! The Black Crow Fortress seems to be facing a crisis now. If this tauren is asked to support it…’ Brox looked at Hun again and confirmed that he was a powerful warrior. At least the weapons in his hand were not something that ordinary people could have.

"If you want to destroy the demons, go to the Black Crow Fortress, where someone is in need of support."

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A place that is empty for too long will always be born. Nathanos is beginning to doubt his judgment now. He does not know where he has come, but only sees a deserted area around him. The trees are sickly black and have their vitality removed. The dangerous swamp is hidden in the dark. The sky is dark, as if the sun will never shine here. The air is sweet for a while, and the smell of rotten corpse is disgusting.

"What is this?" Nathanos was hung from the tree. The thing was transparent, golden and looked not solid, but grease.

"Amber?" The undead was stunned. In front of him, there were shops selling amber as decorations in the street market in Lordaeron, but there was a problem. The size of those amber was at most stuffed with one palm, and the one in front of him was enough to accommodate the next person. Amber had a characteristic that was particularly rich in contents, such as insects, plants, minerals, etc. However, Nathanos found that the amber hanging on the tree in front of him was very clean, as if it had just formed. With curiosity, he approached a little, wanting to see more carefully.

"It's amazing, this thing has a certain temperature?"

The moment Nathanos reached out his hand and touched the amber, the branches hanging the amber suddenly broke. The huge amber smashed towards Nathanos, only a little short of it. Fortunately, he reacted in time and retreated. The texture of the thing was like a cake, and it scattered on the ground, splashing out sticky liquid.

"It's so dangerous!" Nathanos pulled out his weapon to defend. Salamani and his clothes were stained with a little. The undead smelled the liquid carefully, and it turned out to be a sweet smell. The smell that appeared in the air just now originated from here. Before he could think about it, another sound of flapping wings came from not far away. Nathanos immediately hid behind a tree. He also noticed that the same amber as before was hanging on the tree, but he had to wait a while before studying what it was. At this moment, he was more concerned about what was close to it. When he came to this land, he did not find any signs of the activity of intelligent creatures.

The undead's scarlet eyes gradually made their way, and three suspended objects floated out from behind several trees. Nathanos thought he had read it wrong, and even thought it was an illusion, but the roughness from his fingers touching the bark reminded him that it was true. He had seen many intelligent creatures, no matter which creature they were, they all had human characteristics. But what appeared in front of Nathanos was a creature he had never seen and dared not think about.

Their appearance is very similar to that of mantis, and the wings behind them are flapping at a speed that the naked eye cannot capture. The two arms are about the same as those of the elves, but unlike the insects in memory, they have hands and five fingers, which is why Nathanos judged that they are wise. They get closer and closer until they reach the place where the amber falls. The undead sees it more clearly. There are two scary tentacles at their waists. They are wearing armor, but they cannot tell whether their armor is made by them or whether the armor is originally a part of their body.

Facing the amber that fell on the ground, the three mantis monsters looked at each other. They turned their heads, and there seemed to be a capital question mark in their eyes. One of them landed on the ground and reached the two tentacles into the amber, as if looking for something. It was not until this time that Nathanos realized that the thing hanging on the tree was for hunting, and the sweet smell emitted there was also specially used to attract prey.

"Cunning bug!" Nathanos cursed secretly. He went to check the remaining amber on the sword again and found that the viscosity was extremely high and it was difficult to clean, which further confirmed his idea.

Even a child aged a few years old knew that the insects of mantis were not social creatures, and the three guys that appeared were obviously partners, which was not logical. It was more than just these shocking. Next, the three mantis monsters began to speak, speaking vague language in their mouths. Not only did Nathanos not understand the meaning, but he felt very uncomfortable when he heard the sound.

This situation ended soon, not because Nathanos got used to it, nor because the mantis monster finished speaking, but because he was interrupted, interrupted by a cheerful and hilarious voice.

The sound came from the sky. Nathanos looked at him and saw a wisp of wind that could be seen with naked eyes. There seemed to be a black shadow in the wind, with a long tail dragging behind his butt. In his memory, only one creature's tail could match his height.

"monkey?"

The gust of wind disappeared, and the monkey seemed a little panicked, struggled in the air for a few times before falling down, and the laughter turned into wailings. Nathanos could imagine him being crushed to pieces, but there were many branches around him, and maybe the monkey wouldn't die.

The mantis monsters flew in that direction the moment the monkey fell. Nathanos hesitated whether he would follow him and take a look, but the monsters looked as disgusting as the demons of the Burning Legion, and even these bugs were even more disgusting.

But they may also be potential allies!

This idea drove Nathanos, who wanted him to keep up. But the question was, how should he communicate with the other party, or how should he explain to the other party that he was not a prey?

Looking at the white skeletons highlighted in the mud not far away, Nathanos could guarantee that this was the work of those mantis monsters, and that their combat effectiveness was not weak.
Chapter completed!