-Report.-Chapter One

The commander looked at the letter of recommendation in his hand with great distress and regretted that he had applied for reinforcements from the headquarters 10 days ago. 10 days ago, a regular army of the Burning Legion unexpectedly raided the village of Shadow Moon. Although everyone finally held their positions under their own leadership, they suffered heavy casualties ... Faced with incomplete positions and scattered soldiers, they knew very well that it was impossible to complete the task here. So I personally wrote a letter asking the tribe to increase manpower to this forefront battlefield. Whoever it is, it's getting faster and faster

/kloc-within 0/0 days, nearly 1000 people came one after another. They arrived in three batches, and each time more than 300 people reported to the fortress at one time, which made people feel that the bloody world finally had a little life. Although veterans know that two-thirds of these young people will leave this world in a month. ......

But this morning, the morning light just appeared, and another army came-let's just say an army. There are only eight of them, so it should be Salma's army. Blood roar looked at them in surprise after receiving the letter, wondering why so few of them came here after crossing the dark door ... The reported survival rate here is 70%, but eight people are too few ... What about others?

After receiving the recommendation letter, the commander arranged for them to have a rest outside. Such young people come here every day. He can't be distracted by so few people. You know, he has about 2000 lives in his hands. After throwing the letter at the corner of the table, I found that these young people in front of him were really different ... they were not as tired as others, nor were they stunned by the falling hellfire, nor were they nervous and at a loss. On the contrary, a few of them were very casual, chatting and going out, and the necromancer who took the lead was still whistling softly. The commander shook his head: they don't seem to know the cruelty of war at all.

Blood roar is a defensive order issued by Shangying Yuecun only recently. 10 was robbed by humans when he was in his teens. At that time, his father was taken as a prisoner after his hands were cut off, and his mother was killed on the spot. By the time he was 20 years old, he was already a unique soldier. But fewer and fewer people fought with him, until the head of the cavalry regiment who graduated from his regiment a few days ago was cut off by the archers of the burning legion. Although the life is saved, the injury is definitely not light. When he was sent back to the rear, he shook his bloody hand and said, "Brother, wait for me!" " "Blood roar is glad that my last friend can survive, but I don't know if I can stick to it. Death is as common as breakfast. Who knows if the next hellfire will fall on your head?

At noon, the Herald hurriedly reported that there had been another battle. Blood roar in the mind clear, in the army, it is common for veterans to bully new recruits, so I don't care much. The Herald said, "You'd better go out and have a look. People are dying ... I have never seen such a battle. " The commander smiled. How can such an easy-to-die person live up to the glory of the tribe, but we must stop it in time. So he went out with the Herald and walked to a pub not far away.

Sure enough, it was very lively there, crowded with a group of people. But peace is different. No one is cheering, no one is gambling, no one is cheering. Everyone looked at it quietly, as if they couldn't believe what was in front of them. To be exact, the crowd was frightened by something.

This abnormal form immediately caught the attention of the commander. Stop a dead man and ask what's going on. Obviously, this idiot took the top leader around him as a member of the crowd and eagerly introduced: "Several recruits came this morning, and they also came to the bar to drink. We know what veterans should do again. Sure enough, they once pretended not to spill wine on the couple and laughed at them together. As a result, the recruits who came with the tauren soldiers who had been splashed with wine actually voluntarily quit, leaving him alone in trouble. Coward! ! What a pity! ! We thought it wasn't so humiliating at first, but the veterans really had a fight when they came to find fault! ! Look at them. They don't have a ball. I didn't expect this tauren warrior to have backbone and fight! ! I knocked over five veterans in one breath ... "The blood elf next to me interjected:" The sixth one. "

The commander listened to the report seriously and in shock. He didn't think so at first, but the soldiers who fell to the ground in front of him made him feel that this recruit was definitely not an ordinary person. What is a veteran? That's the nickname for blood killing. They are all battle-hardened soldiers who will advance calmly in the face of death! ! How can you throw this man in front of the recruits now? At first, the veterans were still drinking and watching the jokes of the recruits, betting that he would fall down in the first round, and even continued to laugh when the recruits knocked down two people, thinking that losing to the recruits was incredible. But slowly laughing less, people can't breathe loudly more and more. This biting tauren killed six people with his bare hands! !

The commander looked at the recruits with interest and found that he was one of them who reported for duty in the morning. A strong young man. Look around again, and the people who came with him seemed to sit casually next to them, but they formed a very regular fighting field. Do they mean to let the tauren think while fighting one-on-one, and another orc warrior rushes out of the crowd, appearing in the natural arena with a sharp axe, gasping rough. The commander recognized him: Sage, deputy head of the orc cavalry. He has been complaining about not protecting his teacher since he left, so he always looks angry. Everyone was shocked, and all civil wars were empty-handed. This is an unwritten rule. But now I can't care so much. Three of the six people who fell just now were his subordinates. Face is completely would, this just ready to use blood to wash the shame of his troops.

The commander suddenly felt a tingle and glanced at the crowd. He saw the companions who reported with the tauren in the morning still sitting around. They are ***8 people, right? Then immediately shouted: Stop it! !

Everyone was shocked by the roar, including Sage. He panted, "Sir, I must protect my dignity with my life. You can't stop me. " Blood roar said, "I'm not stopping you, I'm calling the people behind you to stop."

People were dumbfounded and suddenly found that there were three more people in the battlefield that was originally two people. I don't know when the seven people sitting on the ground just now became six. A ghost with a face covered is holding a gloomy red dagger and aiming at the back of the head of the sage accurately. There is a sharp contrast between the thin undead and the thick orcs, but obviously, everyone thinks that the biggest murderous look comes from this humble thief.

The recruit tauren is still shouting, shouting "Come on! ! Come and beat me! ! Who are you scaring? " The thief remained motionless and coldly maintained an attack posture. The commander frowned and shouted angrily, "Don't take your knife away! ! "The thief said breathlessly that they welcome fighting and I welcome killing. I judge whether it is a fight or not by whether you have a weapon in your hand. Then I slowly inserted the knife back into my waist and took a step back. Even when he stepped back, Sage's cold sweat finally flowed down.

People sitting on the ground began to think that it would be too much not to intervene, so they swarmed and pushed the tauren to the ground. Another tauren hunter did not forget to take out his quiver and block his mouth. "It hurts! ! Can you stop kicking people? " A little troll hunter shouted while tying the soldier's feet. "Only the necromancer is a little helpless looking at their own people so busy. The commander found out that he was the one who whistled in the morning. So he shouted, "You! ! That recruit! ! Yes, it's you, you are your head. " The mage nodded, and then gave the tauren warrior a sheep on the ground, and everyone carried it away easily. The commander was a little funny, too, and said gently, "Come and tell me about the situation. Let me decide whether to punish your partner. "

Tasting wine in the command post is a very pleasant thing, especially when you sit next to a person full of glory and legend, you can feel a sense of majesty and security. Blood roar sitting in front of the necromancer, no anger, no roar. He just asked, "What are your names?" He is full of interest in them.

The mage was not as nervous as other recruits, but calmly replied, "The violent warrior who took part in the battle is called the Wolf King, and the person who tried to end the battle is called Bing Ling. You don't know anyone else, and I can't introduce them. We will pay attention to it later, sir. "

The commander didn't expect the young man to admit his mistake so well that he didn't intend to pursue anything. He smiled and forgave these young people. Watching the little wizard finish drinking, he said to him, "OK. Don't be so impulsive in the future, you can go out. " The mage stood up, smiled and walked to the door.

The commander found a letter of recommendation in the corner to see who sent these troublemakers. Suddenly, the commander saw it. It was the signature of the supreme commander of Salma, known as the flame guardian of one of the death triangles, Lord Ang Blade. He belonged to the leader of the older generation of the tribe and was the teacher of Blood Roar. Open it and see: blood roar, I know you are short of hands there. However, as the first stop in Outland, it is difficult for us to deploy too many troops in the past. Because recently, not only the impact of the Burning Legion and the magic mecha has been too frequent, but the alliance has also been harassing the surrounding areas of the tribe. Maybe one day I will really tear up the agreement and drive all the scum of the alliance back to their hometown. That's why I sent the cold-blooded family to be transferred directly by you. If there is any difficult task, you can send these bastards to deal with it. Don't worry, although there are only 10 people, there is absolutely no problem for them to treat one as ten or even more. Be safe. I hope I can drink with you again this year.

The commander looked at the letter in surprise, and his breathing became rapid. He turned to the mage who walked to the door and asked hesitantly, "Are you …".

The young man didn't hear the commander's question, but he turned around and said apologetically, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Feng Ling, cold-blooded Feng Ling, the seventh patriarch of the cold-blooded family. "

-Legend.-Chapter 2

The commander arranged the eight-member team in an independent camp. It's just that they are too dangerous.

Cold-blooded family, a group you can't help but know in this world. They are not real families, but a team that is said to have neglected everything in the Battle of Mount Hyjal. This team has been handed down from generation to generation, and now no one knows which generation it is. The black sickle and red claws represent cold and blood respectively, which are symbols of the family. Some people wear them on their coats, others carve them on their legs. But as long as there is this sign, people are undoubtedly very powerful. They can be said to be part of tribal legends, and they have made great contributions to the mountains and rivers laid by Sal. However, there are fewer and fewer people because they always perform cruel tasks. Only if a cold-blooded family member dies will he be included in the new members.

At first everyone thought it was a legend. At first, no one believed it. But recently this generation of cold-blooded families seems to be becoming more and more famous.

The first time the army heard the story of the cold-blooded family, it was because the cold-blooded family was ordered to assassinate the red black hand, a man who pretended to be a chief and ran a clan for the black dragon at the high end of Blackstone Tower. The tribe was really unhappy. When the troops were dispatched to encircle and encircle, they found that they could not fight at all. The terrain was too unfavorable for the troops to charge. Moreover, the large-scale deployment of troops will undoubtedly attract the attention of the alliance. After three failures, a special assassination team quietly broke into the Blackstone Tower. The next morning, when the tribal army was preparing for the fourth attack, a group of people with signs of cold blood came out of the tower, not only covered in blood, but also holding Reid's head in their hands.

The second legend is that in Stormwind, this crazy team got a blue dragon from nowhere and frightened the soldiers in Stormwind. The cold-blooded family took the opportunity to start a big move and stole many treasures. I heard that they also touched the prince's head kindly, although the prince was scared and cried by these creatures he had never seen before. Although there was no murder in the end, it really made the league ugly.

What really brought the cold-blooded family to the table was the fortress of senario. When everyone was preparing for the challenge of Angela's world, they knocked over half the soldiers in the fortress in order to catch a human mage who spat at them. Everyone was shocked. Only a dozen people can do it ... Sure enough, when Angela's door was opened, the cold-blooded family broke people's glasses, and the ambassadors who needed more than 40 people to deal with it easily completed the task.

Everyone remembers what the thin mage named cold-blooded Feng Ling said at that time: "We don't need help because we are a cold-blooded family."

It was also after the battle of Angela that the cold-blooded spirit wind officially stepped onto the throne of the second mage in the world. It was also after that that everyone remembered this humble family.

I didn't expect the teacher to send such a monster ... The commander looked at the young people and was filled with emotion. We can't let them be too free. This is Outland, the doorway of the dark temple, a hell full of death every day ... they may die of pride at any time.

Just then, someone came in. This is a fighting tauren warrior, a violent guy named Cold-blooded Wolf King. At this time, I seemed to be awake and said to the commander guiltily, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm drunk." I didn't control myself. "The commander smiled and found that it was already dusk in the afternoon. The days here are very long, which can be twice as long as in Azeroth. It is estimated that he suffered a lot after becoming a sheep, so he casually comforted him. The Wolf King continued: "To punish me, give me a task and I will finish it. "

The commander looked at the tauren, who was honest and loyal and probably wouldn't leave unless he was given something to do. So I said to him, "Go hunting, call your partner and prepare dinner tonight." He thinks it's time to hone this novice and let him know that it's not easy to survive here.

The tauren scratched his head a little shyly and said to himself, I can't hunt ... but I have an idea. With that, he went out. Then through the window, blood roar heard the dialogue outside the door.

"What do you mean, let you clean the toilet?"

"Why, let me go hunting. Hey, Dacheng, you go. "

"Me? Why should I go? "

"Who told you to block my mouth with an arrow bag ... the bird skin tastes terrible."

"... oh, I'll go. Honghong, come here. Let's go. "

The commander went to the window and saw the tauren hunter who blocked the wolf king's mouth and the tall troll beside him. The two men are obviously hunters, especially the big black cat and sharp teeth next to the troll, which highlights their profession. Strangely, this hunter named Dacheng doesn't have any pets around him. Many people in the army also heard their conversation and laughed secretly. Two people go hunting. Do you think this is Thorn Valley? This is outland! ! Where there are tame animals, the door is full of magical wild boars, very cruel demons. Because you two still want to go hunting leisurely, the rest is just chasing you.

At night, it was almost completely dark. It's past supper time, and neither hunter has come back. The recruits are still looking forward to the appearance of these guys because they are the pride of the recruits. The veterans didn't say anything, because in their eyes, it was normal. It is still a question whether people can come back if they get out alive. This is war.

The commander was also very anxious and angry, and hated that they didn't send more people out to do this task. It was not until everyone lit the fire that they saw two huge figures coming back.

Who is it? Shouted the guard. Look at this picture. Definitely not tribal.

Me! ! Macro macro, cold-blooded macro macro! ! Come out and pick me up! !

Everyone thought something was wrong and rushed out with weapons. Sage is one of them. He rode the Wolf Warrior and rushed ahead. Because Sage estimated that something huge was chasing the hunter behind him, he was ready to rush over to save people first. When Sage approached to pull Acer up, he was taken aback.

Not only the sages, but also those who arrived later could not open their mouths. Dacheng and Honghong, each dragging a dragon, are a huge and cruel void dragon.

Hong Hong looked at the people running near and shouted excitedly, "You can come. I'm exhausted. Isn't the chef in a hurry? " We walked a long way to find it, and then ... "

Dacheng snorted his nose ring and said, "Stop it. Go back to dinner and see if the wolf king likes this. "

Everyone unconsciously gave up a way. His red body and face were covered with mud and blood. It was obvious that he had been bitten by a dragon. The paw of the big cat next to it was also injured, and it was a little limping when walking. Dacheng is clean, but he has never seen a pet that should be mixed with hunters day and night. After the two of them walked back to the camp, they lifted the dragon and sent it to the chef, waiting for dinner in the evening.

In the evening, it is always the time for heroes to drink and chat. There are only eight people in the cold-blooded tent, which is a bit deserted. Because their adventures are all experienced together, there seems to be no story to tell, so they can't tell each other stories that everyone knows, can they? A group of people sat bored. Just then, Sage came with wine. "Where are you?" Sage asked rudely, his eyes beginning to search the room. Bing Ling sat in the corner, her hand unconsciously touching the knife. The Wolf King stood up calmly and asked, "Here. What's wrong? "

Let's raise our glasses and drink together. No hatred will spend the night in the tribe. Today you may face a person you hate, and tomorrow this person is likely to block a fatal sword for you.

"You really did those things. I mean, how is that possible? " Sage was drunk and asked vaguely. Feng Ling said flatly, "impossible, but it was done." "Wolf King, I think you played really well today." "Well, because punk often ignores me, I can only take care of myself." "Teddy boy?" "It's me. Dark priest from death. It's not that I don't care about you, Wolf King. You are a Berserker who must fight against the magic mecha. I don't care what you do. Ask Sage ... Are you an idiot? " Teddy boy sat by the fire, avoiding the flames, and didn't seem to like drinking. LAM Raymond smiled and said to the sage, "Never mind, they are all idiots. The ghost sleeping next to him is Ye Qiang, nicknamed Radar, because his personality is hard to dig. You know, artists are always like this. Oh, the name of the one-eyed troll shaman who lit the fire is Tian Mi. Never make fun of his blindness. The other two didn't come to deal with some ... personal affairs. Dacheng, oh, that's him, the tauren hunter, you know. Honghong worships Dacheng and is also a hunter ... Honghong is a new member of this cold-blooded family. As a troll, he is really a little small. I don't need to introduce Wolf King and Bing Ling? " After that, I looked at Dacheng and asked, "It's not easy to eat at your house." "Yes, I did. It can't sleep well at night recently. " Dacheng is lazy to answer. Unconscious conversation.

The sage thinks this home is not so far away. They are as ordinary as ordinary people. Out of the tent when ice spirit took the initiative to come over and shook hands, be reconciled. The Wolf King was drunk, wagging his tail and dancing there. Honghong is taking a bath for his big cat. Obviously, the beast didn't like it, so he had to ask Tian Mi to help hold down the poor cat. Master Qiang didn't wake up at all, but Feng Ling fell asleep. A Fei chats with Dacheng and helps the Wolf King wipe the shield ... Everything makes people feel warm and at home.

Sage walked under the moon and felt that the war seemed far away ... Although he knew that tomorrow, he would take up arms to fight for himself and his hometown, for a moment, the strong orc warrior was a little homesick.

-Reconnaissance.-Chapter III

In the morning, the barracks resumed their usual tension and busyness. Everyone freed themselves from yesterday's excitement and devoted themselves to today's task-except the sentry on duty yesterday. According to their report, there must be something hovering over the camp yesterday. Either the scouts of the dragon throat clan or the dragons came to seek revenge, and the frightened sentries were on tenterhooks all night. During the shift change in the morning, a group of red-eyed soldiers came to ask Dacheng if he had left any harm. Dacheng laughed at this, and Feng Ling gave a wry smile and explained to everyone, "Well,no.. Hehe, you can rest assured in the future. Let us be responsible for defending the sky. Some things are better left unsaid. " The sentries went out with a grain of salt and soon fell asleep because of drowsiness.

The commander was not very happy at the camp. Recently, the angry legion and the dragon's throat /f? kz=4 10585377