Chapter 692: Six hundred and eighty IX I ask for negotiation (Physical)
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Chapter 692 Chapter 689 I ask for negotiation (Physical)
I don’t know if Grom’s wife, who has never been mentioned, really has ogre blood. At least Garrosh looks a bit atavistic, and his bald head is at least five points like an ogre.
At this moment, Brainless Roar turned his head to Charlemagne when he heard the scout's report, with an obvious sneering expression on his face, and then loudly yelled at the scout a few times in orc language, not listening to Charlemagne's suggestion at all the meaning of.
"hehe…"
Charlemagne smiled slightly, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.
Compared to Garrosh's ignorance, Varian took a lot of face and brought a group of alliance leaders to the front line. For this reason, Garrosh, who was yelling at him, ordered a group of elites to attack them.
"enough!"
Charlemagne used amplifying magic to let everyone on the battlefield hear his voice. Then, under the gaze of both sides, he jumped off Eragon and landed steadily in the center of the battlefield.
Unlike the alliance that temporarily stopped under the restraint of the leaders and generals, the group of Mag'har stunned youths didn't take Charlemagne, a thin elf, at all, and continued to shout battle cries under Garrosh's urging, First rushed to Charlemagne.
"Lok'tar!"
"Bang bang!"
A large number of long-range hatchets and shaman spells hit the surface of Charlemagne's body first, and at the same time the melee attacks of the orcs followed.
When Garrosh saw Charlemagne who was overwhelmed by countless attacks, he laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha! Overbearing elf, we will not listen to your powerless weak mediation, we are orcs, Magham pure Blood Orcs! Attack and plunder are engraved in our blood, you..."
"Wait, Garrosh!"
Zaela noticed something at this time, and she stopped Garrosh from speaking with some surprise on her face, "If I remember correctly, that elf... seems to be the regent of Quel'Thalas."
Garrosh spat in disdain, "Bah! So what about the regent, he will die under the iron-blooded attack of the orcs!"
"Humph!"
The area surrounded and attacked by a large number of brown-skinned orcs seemed to have fallen into a stagnation, and the faces of the orcs who kept cutting their axes at it gradually changed from doubt to fear.
Because they found that no matter how they attacked, the high elf was completely unscathed, and even had time to look in the direction of Chief Warsong and sneered.
Charlemagne looked playfully at the insane roar who was still dancing and instigating people in the distance, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "You want power? Then I will give you power!"
"Boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding orcs attacking Charlemagne were rebounded by their own attack power doubled, and the shaman's lightning chain also hit them at three times faster than when they came.
The orc shaman who had a bloodthirsty smile on his face before was shocked into a killer shape, and kept screaming.
The surroundings were completely emptied, and Charlemagne looked at Garrosh, who was surprised, and the female orc who was retreating faster than him, sneered and said, "I just thought of running now? Is it too late, stupid female orc! "
Just when Garrosh turned his head in shock and looked at Zaela who had fled before the battle, intending to reprimand her for her behavior that did not conform to the orc tradition...
"Snapped!"
Following Charlemagne's clasped hands, a pillar of soil suddenly appeared on the ground under their feet.
"oh ♂"
"ah!"
Zaira, who was highly concentrated, was lucky. The stone pillar protruding from the ground just hit her face, only breaking her two fangs growing outside her mouth, flattening her nose, and hitting her face. It's more of a disgrace.
But Garrosh...
This guy was defenseless against the attack from the ground, and the attack that broke through the ground precisely hit him between his legs.
Fortunately, Charlemagne didn't think about killing them here, and the soil pillar used was not a sharp-pointed killing weapon... After all, once the next chief heir is killed, the tribe will undoubtedly attack the oath crazily.
This is not in line with Charlemagne's plan to attack Northrend. At least for now, this idiot can't die, let alone die under his own hands.
But even if it wasn't a sharp object, the man was suddenly hit in the vitals by a high-speed blunt object with a large mass... Garrosh still screamed strangely, clutching his hands, and fell down.
He rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, and his body slanted on the ground unconsciously twitched.
They knocked down two of their own commanders in one blow, and even the reckless Mag'har orcs fell into a daze for a while. They had never encountered such a situation when they were hunting in Outland...
"Whoah..."
The Wildhammer Dwarf King Falstad covered his forehead, and said with a look of compassion, "I hope this orc boy won't lose his fertility because of this..."
Varian barely suppressed the laughter that almost leaked out of his mouth, his shoulders twitched and he said intermittently, "Pfft...I really hope...this stupid, idiot won't have another...Pfft, an even more stupid son, hahaha!"
Well, in the end, the middle-aged High King of the Alliance still couldn't hold back his laughter, and King Jin looked at him with a look of hatred.
"Varian, your concentration still needs to be improved."
Charlemagne turned his head and innocently looked at Queen Calia and Lorna Crowley, who looked disgusted, and shrugged helplessly to defend himself, "I really didn't specifically target that part, I can only say that he was unlucky. Come on, didn't you see that female orc was hit in the face?"
Garrosh sneaked out this time without telling Goel. He brought only his own direct troops. The clan dominated by Warsong and Dragonmaw has one of the biggest characteristics...it likes to use hands more than brains.
Faced with the current situation, the Mag'har orcs who recovered from their senses were too lazy to think so much, and rushed towards Charlemagne with roars.
Charlemagne looked at these brainless brown-skinned orcs in surprise, "Are you still determined?"
"Boom!"
With a light stomp, earth walls suddenly popped up on the way these orcs charged. No matter how powerful the impact was, the orcs sank as deep into the earth walls.
The originally **** and chilling battlefield was completely quiet under the performance of Charlemagne alone, and even the eyes of the Mag'har orcs with poor brains showed a look of fear.
Charlemagne spread his hands to the group of orcs with a gentle smile on his face, "Everyone, can we calm down and have a good talk now?"
Magni, who was standing not far behind Charlemagne, took out the jug he carried with him and took a sip, and couldn't help complaining while breathing out the alcohol, "The two commanders who led the team were all overthrown by you, Who are you going to talk to..."
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Chapter 692 Chapter 689 I ask for negotiation (Physical)
I don’t know if Grom’s wife, who has never been mentioned, really has ogre blood. At least Garrosh looks a bit atavistic, and his bald head is at least five points like an ogre.
At this moment, Brainless Roar turned his head to Charlemagne when he heard the scout's report, with an obvious sneering expression on his face, and then loudly yelled at the scout a few times in orc language, not listening to Charlemagne's suggestion at all the meaning of.
"hehe…"
Charlemagne smiled slightly, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.
Compared to Garrosh's ignorance, Varian took a lot of face and brought a group of alliance leaders to the front line. For this reason, Garrosh, who was yelling at him, ordered a group of elites to attack them.
"enough!"
Charlemagne used amplifying magic to let everyone on the battlefield hear his voice. Then, under the gaze of both sides, he jumped off Eragon and landed steadily in the center of the battlefield.
Unlike the alliance that temporarily stopped under the restraint of the leaders and generals, the group of Mag'har stunned youths didn't take Charlemagne, a thin elf, at all, and continued to shout battle cries under Garrosh's urging, First rushed to Charlemagne.
"Lok'tar!"
"Bang bang!"
A large number of long-range hatchets and shaman spells hit the surface of Charlemagne's body first, and at the same time the melee attacks of the orcs followed.
When Garrosh saw Charlemagne who was overwhelmed by countless attacks, he laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha! Overbearing elf, we will not listen to your powerless weak mediation, we are orcs, Magham pure Blood Orcs! Attack and plunder are engraved in our blood, you..."
"Wait, Garrosh!"
Zaela noticed something at this time, and she stopped Garrosh from speaking with some surprise on her face, "If I remember correctly, that elf... seems to be the regent of Quel'Thalas."
Garrosh spat in disdain, "Bah! So what about the regent, he will die under the iron-blooded attack of the orcs!"
"Humph!"
The area surrounded and attacked by a large number of brown-skinned orcs seemed to have fallen into a stagnation, and the faces of the orcs who kept cutting their axes at it gradually changed from doubt to fear.
Because they found that no matter how they attacked, the high elf was completely unscathed, and even had time to look in the direction of Chief Warsong and sneered.
Charlemagne looked playfully at the insane roar who was still dancing and instigating people in the distance, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "You want power? Then I will give you power!"
"Boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding orcs attacking Charlemagne were rebounded by their own attack power doubled, and the shaman's lightning chain also hit them at three times faster than when they came.
The orc shaman who had a bloodthirsty smile on his face before was shocked into a killer shape, and kept screaming.
The surroundings were completely emptied, and Charlemagne looked at Garrosh, who was surprised, and the female orc who was retreating faster than him, sneered and said, "I just thought of running now? Is it too late, stupid female orc! "
Just when Garrosh turned his head in shock and looked at Zaela who had fled before the battle, intending to reprimand her for her behavior that did not conform to the orc tradition...
"Snapped!"
Following Charlemagne's clasped hands, a pillar of soil suddenly appeared on the ground under their feet.
"oh ♂"
"ah!"
Zaira, who was highly concentrated, was lucky. The stone pillar protruding from the ground just hit her face, only breaking her two fangs growing outside her mouth, flattening her nose, and hitting her face. It's more of a disgrace.
But Garrosh...
This guy was defenseless against the attack from the ground, and the attack that broke through the ground precisely hit him between his legs.
Fortunately, Charlemagne didn't think about killing them here, and the soil pillar used was not a sharp-pointed killing weapon... After all, once the next chief heir is killed, the tribe will undoubtedly attack the oath crazily.
This is not in line with Charlemagne's plan to attack Northrend. At least for now, this idiot can't die, let alone die under his own hands.
But even if it wasn't a sharp object, the man was suddenly hit in the vitals by a high-speed blunt object with a large mass... Garrosh still screamed strangely, clutching his hands, and fell down.
He rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, and his body slanted on the ground unconsciously twitched.
They knocked down two of their own commanders in one blow, and even the reckless Mag'har orcs fell into a daze for a while. They had never encountered such a situation when they were hunting in Outland...
"Whoah..."
The Wildhammer Dwarf King Falstad covered his forehead, and said with a look of compassion, "I hope this orc boy won't lose his fertility because of this..."
Varian barely suppressed the laughter that almost leaked out of his mouth, his shoulders twitched and he said intermittently, "Pfft...I really hope...this stupid, idiot won't have another...Pfft, an even more stupid son, hahaha!"
Well, in the end, the middle-aged High King of the Alliance still couldn't hold back his laughter, and King Jin looked at him with a look of hatred.
"Varian, your concentration still needs to be improved."
Charlemagne turned his head and innocently looked at Queen Calia and Lorna Crowley, who looked disgusted, and shrugged helplessly to defend himself, "I really didn't specifically target that part, I can only say that he was unlucky. Come on, didn't you see that female orc was hit in the face?"
Garrosh sneaked out this time without telling Goel. He brought only his own direct troops. The clan dominated by Warsong and Dragonmaw has one of the biggest characteristics...it likes to use hands more than brains.
Faced with the current situation, the Mag'har orcs who recovered from their senses were too lazy to think so much, and rushed towards Charlemagne with roars.
Charlemagne looked at these brainless brown-skinned orcs in surprise, "Are you still determined?"
"Boom!"
With a light stomp, earth walls suddenly popped up on the way these orcs charged. No matter how powerful the impact was, the orcs sank as deep into the earth walls.
The originally **** and chilling battlefield was completely quiet under the performance of Charlemagne alone, and even the eyes of the Mag'har orcs with poor brains showed a look of fear.
Charlemagne spread his hands to the group of orcs with a gentle smile on his face, "Everyone, can we calm down and have a good talk now?"
Magni, who was standing not far behind Charlemagne, took out the jug he carried with him and took a sip, and couldn't help complaining while breathing out the alcohol, "The two commanders who led the team were all overthrown by you, Who are you going to talk to..."
Chapter 692 Chapter 689 I ask for negotiation PhysicalI don't know if Grom's wife, who has never been mentioned, really has ogre blood. At least Garrosh looks a bit atavistic, and his bald head is at least five points like an ogre.At this moment, Brainless Roar turned his head to Charlemagne when he heard the scout's report, with an obvious sneering expression on his face, and then loudly yelled at the scout a few times in orc language, not listening to Charlemagne's suggestion at all the meaning of."hehe"Charlemagne smiled slightly, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.Compared to Garrosh's ignorance, Varian took a lot of face and brought a group of alliance leaders to the front line. For this reason, Garrosh, who was yelling at him, ordered a group of elites to attack them."enough!"Charlemagne used amplifying magic to let everyone on the battlefield hear his voice. Then, under the gaze of both sides, he jumped off Eragon and landed steadily in the center of the battlefield.Unlike the alliance that temporarily stopped under the restraint of the leaders and generals, the group of Mag'har stunned youths didn't take Charlemagne, a thin elf, at all, and continued to shout battle cries under Garrosh's urging, First rushed to Charlemagne."Lok'tar!""Bang bang!"A large number of long-range hatchets and shaman spells hit the surface of Charlemagne's body first, and at the same time the melee attacks of the orcs followed.When Garrosh saw Charlemagne who was overwhelmed by countless attacks, he laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha! Overbearing elf, we will not listen to your powerless weak mediation, we are orcs, Magham pure Blood Orcs! Attack and plunder are engraved in our blood, you...""Wait, Garrosh!"Zaela noticed something at this time, and she stopped Garrosh from speaking with some surprise on her face, "If I remember correctly, that elf... seems to be the regent of Quel'Thalas."Garrosh spat in disdain, "Bah! So what about the regent, he will die under the iron-blooded attack of the orcs!""Humph!"The area surrounded and attacked by a large number of brown-skinned orcs seemed to have fallen into a stagnation, and the faces of the orcs who kept cutting their axes at it gradually changed from doubt to fear.Because they found that no matter how they attacked, the high elf was completely unscathed, and even had time to look in the direction of Chief Warsong and sneered.Charlemagne looked playfully at the insane roar who was still dancing and instigating people in the distance, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "You want power? Then I will give you power!""Boom!"As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding orcs attacking Charlemagne were rebounded by their own attack power doubled, and the shaman's lightning chain also hit them at three times faster than when they came.The orc shaman who had a bloodthirsty smile on his face before was shocked into a killer shape, and kept screaming.The surroundings were completely emptied, and Charlemagne looked at Garrosh, who was surprised, and the female orc who was retreating faster than him, sneered and said, "I just thought of running now? Is it too late, stupid female orc! "Just when Garrosh turned his head in shock and looked at Zaela who had fled before the battle, intending to reprimand her for her behavior that did not conform to the orc tradition..."Snapped!"Following Charlemagne's clasped hands, a pillar of soil suddenly appeared on the ground under their feet."oh ""ah!"Zaira, who was highly concentrated, was lucky. The stone pillar protruding from the ground just hit her face, only breaking her two fangs growing outside her mouth, flattening her nose, and hitting her face. It's more of a disgrace.But Garrosh...This guy was defenseless against the attack from the ground, and the attack that broke through the ground precisely hit him between his legs.Fortunately, Charlemagne didn't think about killing them here, and the soil pillar used was not a sharp-pointed killing weapon... After all, once the next chief heir is killed, the tribe will undoubtedly attack the oath crazily.This is not in line with Charlemagne's plan to attack Northrend. At least for now, this idiot can't die, let alone die under his own hands.But even if it wasn't a sharp object, the man was suddenly hit in the vitals by a high-speed blunt object with a large mass... Garrosh still screamed strangely, clutching his hands, and fell down.He rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, and his body slanted on the ground unconsciously twitched.They knocked down two of their own commanders in one blow, and even the reckless Mag'har orcs fell into a daze for a while. They had never encountered such a situation when they were hunting in Outland..."Whoah..."The Wildhammer Dwarf King Falstad covered his forehead, and said with a look of compassion, "I hope this orc boy won't lose his fertility because of this..."Varian barely suppressed the laughter that almost leaked out of his mouth, his shoulders twitched and he said intermittently, "Pfft...I really hope...this stupid, idiot won't have another...Pfft, an even more stupid son, hahaha!"Well, in the end, the middle-aged High King of the Alliance still couldn't hold back his laughter, and King Jin looked at him with a look of hatred. "Varian, your concentration still needs to be improved."Charlemagne turned his head and innocently looked at Queen Calia and Lorna Crowley, who looked disgusted, and shrugged helplessly to defend himself, "I really didn't specifically target that part, I can only say that he was unlucky. Come on, didn't you see that female orc was hit in the face?"Garrosh sneaked out this time without telling Goel. He brought only his own direct troops. The clan dominated by Warsong and Dragonmaw has one of the biggest characteristics...it likes to use hands more than brains.Faced with the current situation, the Mag'har orcs who recovered from their senses were too lazy to think so much, and rushed towards Charlemagne with roars.Charlemagne looked at these brainless brown-skinned orcs in surprise, "Are you still determined?""Boom!"With a light stomp, earth walls suddenly popped up on the way these orcs charged. No matter how powerful the impact was, the orcs sank as deep into the earth walls.The originally **** and chilling battlefield was completely quiet under the performance of Charlemagne alone, and even the eyes of the Mag'har orcs with poor brains showed a look of fear.Charlemagne spread his hands to the group of orcs with a gentle smile on his face, "Everyone, can we calm down and have a good talk now?"Magni, who was standing not far behind Charlemagne, took out the jug he carried with him and took a sip, and couldn't help complaining while breathing out the alcohol, "The two commanders who led the team were all overthrown by you, Who are you going to talk to..."
