Chapter 138 The orc
Alleria, who harvested the Burning Plains, looked excitedly at the video projected by the magic communication channel.
If anyone else is watching, she may have already started posting comments to exchange views with everyone.
But now that it's a single-player mode, she can only talk to Herard to exchange opinions.
Seeing that the live broadcast was very popular, Herard suddenly thought that it would be good to vigorously promote magic communication props and then make live broadcast software.
However, this kind of magic communication prop is relatively complex and the cost of manufacturing it will be quite high.
And the manufacturing speed is not fast.
It is difficult to make it as popular as mobile phones in a short period of time.
The Draenei have been developing for many years, but they still haven't managed to get a single one.
Of course, this is also related to the Draenei's aversion to using arcane power.
If you train a large number of mages and have enough time to produce them, they can still be popularized.
Magic communication props are not consumables like mobile phones, and their normal lifespan starts at a thousand years.
When Herald was thinking about his plan to promote magic communication tools, Alleria noticed that he was absent-minded and pushed him with some displeasure.
"What are you thinking about? Is it difficult to watch the live broadcast with your sister?"
As she spoke, her face darkened.
When Herod came back to his senses, he saw that Alleria was about to go crazy and quickly apologized to this savage girlfriend.
"No, absolutely not! Sister, you are so beautiful, how could I be in trouble?"
Seeing the nervous explanation on Herad's face, and preparing to swear in the name of the Sunwell, Alleria quickly reached out to cover her face. his mouth.
It was just a joke to scare him, but it couldn't be in such a serious name.
"Don't be like those crazy people who always talk about the Sunwell."
Alleria is a very powerful ranger.
Although she doesn't focus as much on arm strength as the Night Elf Ranger, her arm strength is still amazing.
Just by casually putting his arm around Herad's shoulders, he could suppress Herad so tightly that he couldn't break free at all.
When Herad winked and signaled, she let go of her hand with satisfaction.
"Remember, don't learn those crazy catchphrases!"
Of course, Herard didn't dare to confront his savage girlfriend.
He decided to divert Alleria's focus with something else.
At this time, the small arcane puppet was wandering on the Burning Plains.
Under the remote control of Horad, small arcane golems came to the orc stronghold in the Burning Steppes.
"Sister, look over there! There is such a big orc camp!"
The living environment in the Burning Plains is very harsh, and ordinary people cannot survive here.
But orcs are no ordinary people!
They are a very hardworking and adaptable race.
No matter the cold weather or the scorching heat, nothing can stop the orcs from settling down.
Eggs can be baked on this ground all year round, and in some areas there are dead areas where lava emerges.
The orcs just developed a small fortress-type city!
When Herard flew over with a magic rocket before, he noticed a huge camp built by orcs on the Burning Plains with a harsh environment.
It couldn't be better to use it to divert Alleria's attention now!
Looking at the huge orc camp, Alleria forgot what she had said before.
"The Sunwell is above! Aren't these orcs afraid of being heated to death?"
When shouting out the mantra she had resisted before, she didn't take it seriously at all.
Of course, Herard would not touch her, but just follow her words.
"Well, orcs are a very tenacious race. Their ability to survive is very strong!"
Alleria looked at the giant log houses built by the orcs and was very curious about the source of their wood.
The Burning Steppes is so dry that even cacti cannot survive.
There must be no trees in such a ghost place!
"Where did these guys get the wood to build their houses?"
Herad knew the tricks of the orcs very well.
He explained to Alleria: "It should be specially transported from the Redridge Mountains in the south." Alleria has some knowledge of the geographical distribution of the southern part of the continent.
The Redridge Mountains are an area controlled by humans, and there is a buffer zone with the Burning Steppes controlled by the Dark Iron Dwarves.
And even from the buffer zone to here, there is a distance of four to five hundred kilometers.
Alleria was completely confused when she thought that the orcs might cut down trees from the hinterland of the Redridge Mountains and then drag them to the hinterland of the Burning Plains.
"Transported from such a far away place? Are they fools?"
"It's nothing, that's what orcs are like. They just like to chop down trees and build houses!"
While the two were discussing the bad hobbies of the orcs, the small arcane puppet had rushed over. Enter the camp and destroy the wooden house that the orcs finally built.
It shot out fireballs from its palms, setting fire to all the wooden houses along the way.
The orc infantry that screamed and rushed to stop them were cut into two pieces with a single swipe of the sickle.
Seeing the enemies who invaded their homes, killed and set fire to their homes, the orc infantry went into a frenzy.
They often do things like murder and arson.
But if others come to kill people and set fires, that is absolutely not allowed!
The orc infantry who fell into a violent state did not care at all about the strength gap between the two sides.
They are green-skinned orcs with bright roots, not blackstone orcs with dark skin after drinking demon blood.
The orc infantry rushed towards the enemy in a steady stream, and were easily killed by the extremely sharp scythe.
The scythe is not a weapon meant for the battlefield.
Because it has only a single cutting function and no armor-breaking ability, it is not suitable for large-scale deployment in the army.
However, the characteristics of the artifact sickle of Ursalus focus on armor breaking.
This allows the disadvantages of the sickle to be infinitely reduced, and it can become a harvesting weapon that can kill everyone.
The violent orc infantry with blood-red eyes are just wheat waiting to be harvested!
The orc warlord was completely unable to come up with any effective countermeasures against this enemy who was wreaking havoc in the camp.
The Orc Warlord has a battle ax that is entirely light blue.
It was an advanced weapon made of adamantine by the Draenei blacksmith master.
The adamantine that symbolizes
the friendship between the draenei and the orcs is very hard, even better than thorium.
The battle ax made of fine gold has powerful armor-breaking ability.
Even the thorium armor of a human knight can be broken through with a single axe.
But seeing the sickle glowing with scarlet light, the orc warlord didn't dare to rush forward and try to see if his precious battle ax would work.
Those high-quality steel battle axes were cut into pieces by the sickle like tofu.
If the baby battle ax faced each other, it would probably end in the same way.
It itself is not afraid of death.
But the precious tomahawk cannot be broken.
This is to be passed down as a family heirloom and must not be destroyed here!
Now it hopes that the other side will be exhausted by the human sea battle.
After all, no matter how powerful the enemy is, his strength will eventually run out.
However, it did not expect that this enemy was not human.
It just looks like a human being.
Metal puppets driven by energy have no such thing as fatigue.
The orcs wanted to use a sea of human battles to exhaust the opponent, but they just gave up their souls in vain!
The artifact sickle quickly harvests the souls of orcs and provides them with the spiritual energy needed for growth.
A small amount of overflowing spiritual energy is used to subsidize the users of the artifact.
Psychic energy is produced by the souls of intelligent creatures and is a very high-end energy.
Only needing to provide a little bit of psychic energy, the small arcane golem can continue to fight and harvest more souls for Ulthalus.
Of course Ursales is willing to do this kind of win-win deal.
Creating killings and harvesting creatures is the most fundamental meaning of the existence of the Dread Lord.
They are the messengers of death sent to the physical universe by the masters of the Shadow Realm.
Let death spread to every corner of the universe and complete the harmonious cycle of life and death.
Mortals listened to the horrifying remarks, but were accepted as truth by the Dread Lords!
Ulthalath is the purest fear lord of the physical universe.
When it appears on the battlefield, the enemy's fate will be miserable!
It's a pity that the violent orc infantry did not know how terrifying the death they faced was.
They don't even know that their own death only makes their enemies stronger.
He single-mindedly wants to consume the enemy, but in the end it becomes the nourishment for the enemy's growth.
(End of chapter)