The Traverser of Marvel World

In the desolate valley, a team of orcs was slowly advancing under the baptism of wind and sand and dim light. .Lx Lewen Mobile Network

As the team approached a huge orc camp, a thick horn suddenly sounded.

Carrying a large cloth bag, Durotan looked at the crowds around him and said:

"There are so many clan, Chaolu Clan, Blackstone Clan, all called."

"This would be a strong legion." Orgrim, who also had a big pocket on his head, replied:

"But how many of them can stay and play at the same time?"

When his clan was settled, Durotan took Orgrim to the square where the orcs gathered.

From afar I heard someone yelling there:

"If you don't win, you die better!"

Well, that's not the case.

In fact, what the orcs in this world say is not the English that sounded in the movie, but the orc ’s own language.

In order to clarify this "foreign language", plus some tribal conditions, Liu Ruian directly invaded several large orc clans, and copied a piece of information from the so-called "wise man".

"It's really an ugly and smelly race ..." Liu Ruian, standing on the open space of the square, spit out his nose while covering his nose.

So many orcs around, but no one found, there will be a human on the territory of the tribe.

On the edge of the square, a huge cage was piled up layer by layer.

The prisoners in the cage are the population of various races looted by the orcish army on this land, and the number is very large.

"How long is it, black hand?" Asked Gul'dan, holding a thick and crude bone stick in his hand and holding an iron chain.

"Everything is ready, Gul'dan." The strong orc warrior, Destroyer Blackhand replied.

While the two were talking, a draenei in the cage suddenly reached out and grabbed Garona tied to the iron chain.

"Help me!" Said the draenei, who had blue skin and took each other's hand:

"Please let go of my child, I beg you ..."

"What did she just say?" Gul'dan holding the chain, asked.

"She begged you to let her child go." Garona, who had a complicated look, replied.

Unlike ordinary orcs, Garona also has obvious orc characteristics, but it looks slimmer and slimmer in size.

Garona is a half-orc. In fact, in Liu Rui'an's opinion, this one should be called half-right.

After all, in the physical characteristics of the other person, human genes account for a large proportion, and there are not many orc genes.

"But he can't be less, no one is less!" Gul'dan said coldly and coldly, looking at the blue-draped Draenei.

Looking at the face full of despair, Garona said it was a fake to feel sorry for the other person.

But compared to the other party's situation, where can you be better?

At present, I can only press the mercy in my heart, and I hardened my heart and dragged my hand to pull it down.

As the heavy horn sounded again, Gul'dan handed the iron chain to one of his men, and he walked toward the high platform in front of the square.

A large number of orcs also gathered towards the square under the guidance of the horn.

Before Garona wanted to see what was happening, she felt that the holster around her neck suddenly tightened and the whole person was followed in the other direction.

"Hurry up, half-orc." The orc warrior who didn't know what Lianxiangxiyu said, pulled the chain.

Surrounded by the orcs, Liu Ruian walked so arrogantly to the wall formed by the cage.

"It's so pitiful ..." Looking at the death and despair in these cages, Liu Ruian sighed:

"But evil energy, or life magic, is a bit interesting."

Liu Rui'an standing in front of the prison cage is actually very clear that as long as he reveals a little miracle, then these unfortunate draenei will inevitably become believe in their own existence.

It is a pity that his need for faith is far less than those of the Western gods.

What's more, for the plot, these "fuels" must also exist.

However, since he has decided to do something in this world, Liu Rui'an naturally will not really stand by.

At the next moment, all the draenei imprisoned heard a voice, a voice echoing directly in his mind.

"Believe me, your children will be redeemed ..."

At the beginning, the draenei thought they had some illusion because of fear.

But with this sentence constantly echoing in my mind, coupled with the psychology of the dead horse as a living horse doctor, someone soon responded.

Under the guidance of Liu Ruian, these draenei people began to bow down and pray.

Such an anomaly was naturally discovered by the orc who had watched the captives for the first time, but this group of guys who had muscles in their heads didn't even think about it.

Don't say you can't understand the language of the draenei, even if you understand it, you just think it's the last struggle of the captives.

As the draenei's prayers became more and more focused, soon Liu Rui'an had connected all the channels of faith.

"In the face of death, the power of this faith is indeed the most powerful." Feeling the power of these beliefs, Liu Ruian said unexpectedly:

"The only problem is that the beliefs of these interracial people are mixed with too many negative emotions."

"Fear, resentment, curse, unwillingness, pain, despair ..."

"Maybe these negative and emotions are just part of the evil energy, the key part."

In Liu Ruian's thoughts, he never forgot his promise.

The invisible power is just a blink of an eye, and all the young Draenei in the Perry of the cage are transported away.

Instead, it is an illusion that cannot be seen through.

When Liu Ruian harvested the first batch of beliefs and draenei samples, Gul'dan's pre-war speech also began with great attention and cheers.

"My magical power comes from life." Gul'dan said in a low, slightly hoarse voice under the green light of evil energy:

"This existing slave is only enough for our powerful warriors to pass through."

"But this is enough, the enemy is vulnerable!"

"When we get there, use them to sacrifice."

In this speech full of magical fluctuations ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ the dense orcs in the square instantly fell into a frenzy.

No way, the decline of Denona has made this land more and more barren.

Orcs want to continue to multiply, and even create a more glorious history, they must go to a new world.

"We will build a new portal." Waving the bone stick in his hand, Gul'dan continued:

"When it is completed, we can send the entire tribe to it!"

As if receiving a signal, the fanatical orc warriors rushed toward the platform.

"Ah!" Gul'dan turned around and spread his arms in a shout.

At the next moment, a gray mist spewed out of the high wall composed of prison cages and flew towards Gul'dan.

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