The red light in the sky became more and more intense, as if a pile of fire sweeping across the sky was burning, but with bloody colors, it sprinkled on the rolling sea of ​​clouds below to paint it with a layer of light full of magical tones, making the sunrise on the high mountain look even more beautiful.

The Black Swamp is located in the east of the Kingdom of Azeroth. Anyang faces the direction the orcs are about to climb up, and just brings this beautiful scenery into his eyes.

Perhaps it is not suitable for the season at this time to appreciate the sunrise. The red light is not as strong as the sunrise is not perfect, and it is very short.

Soon, the golden and blazing sun emerged from the horizontal line of the clouds and shot the first ray of light towards the mountain. The light was like a sword, instantly cutting through a long distance and hitting the high ridge. The black mountain and white snow also hit the silver armor.

This scene is so sacred and magnificent, no wonder it attracts so many climbers to flock to it!

Anyang narrowed his eyes and then adapted after a moment.

The sunrise is over!

The orcs riding giant wolf marched especially fast, especially during the climbing process, and quickly distanced themselves from the large troops behind them. Among them, Durotan and Orgrim Hammer of the Destruction of the Frost Wolf Tribe. Gradually, they were approaching the top of the mountain.

The pass that the orcs were about to climb over was very close to the ridge where Anyang was. Just below this mountain peak, as they continued to run forward, as soon as they looked up, they could immediately see a silver-white figure standing on the narrow and steep ridge on the top, covered with tight alloy armor, which was very conspicuous.

(Note: In the original work, Orgrim Destruction Hammer is from the Black Stone clan and is Durotan's friend. After Durotan's death, he overthrew the Black Hand to seize power and became the chief of the entire Orc tribe. However, in the movie, he is Durotan's adjutant and belongs to the second in command of the Frost Wolf clan, so...)

Anyang could already see those strong and tall figures. Facing the two heroes in front who were famous among the orcs and highly respected among the real world Warcraft players, he stood up and walked smoothly on the narrow ridge, intending to take the initiative to say hello to them.

By the way, I took out my phone and poked it to light up the screen.

"System, how about help me with translation work?"

“This is not my function.”

"But you are a mobile phone, and you don't even have translation functions, so you're too embarrassed to be a mobile phone?"

"My essence is the main system of time and space shuttle."

"Well, let's use the functions of the time and space shuttle system. You only provide me with the language default conversion of Azeroth, but the plot of this mission involves two worlds. You have not given me the language of the world of Draenor at all, nor do you provide default conversion. Isn't this your dereliction of duty? What if I want to disguise myself, um, and temporarily learn the magic of disguise and join the orc tribe?"

“…”

"You've made acquiesce?"

"Friendly reminder that the selected person has become more and more aggressive recently!"

"Look, the friend prompts are coming. You know what you want. Don't pretend to be rigid programs for me. You must know how to adapt!"

“…”

"You don't speak, do you actually do not have it?"

"Draenor Orcs' language synchronous translation is ready, only available in this world!"

Anyang shrugged and felt the changes in the dark, he put away his cell phone.

What is only effective in this world is nonsense. With a bioassisted chip, he can completely include the translated language of the system and compare it with what he originally said to create an archive, or enter it into the real-time translation system that comes with the armor, which is equivalent to mastering this language.

In short, this is another great victory in the debate with the system!

Anyang was walking on the top of the clouds, as if walking on a tightrope. On both sides were the mountain cliffs that were bottomlessly connected to the sea of ​​clouds, but he was walking on flat ground until he calmly walked down the ridge. The figures of the orc warriors with more than 300 numbers became clearer in his eyes, and the huge footprints on the snow were clearly visible.

finally--

A frost wolf with a head and shoulder height of more than two meters noticed him and suddenly raised his head and roared at him.

Immediately afterwards, the orcs who were marching at a very fast stop stopped instantly. The sudden stop of the huge war wolf running wildly made the snowflakes fly. The orcs looked up at him, all of them were surprised.

It should be unimaginable that there were people at the top of the Red Ridge Mountains in the horizontal continent, and they were walking on such a steep ridge. Then they looked down slightly and saw the cliff that was hard to climb almost vertically. They were even more surprised. How did this man get up?

Durotan held the frost wolf under his crotch, realized that something was wrong, and shouted: "Prepare for battle!"

The brave and warlike orcs held their weapons one after another, and they all raised their heads and looked up at the insurmountable ridge, roaring and shouting to prepare for the fight. But they slowly waited for the figure covered with silver and white metal to walk towards them like a walk in the garden, because they knew that they could not get up.

The morning mist scattered the unhot sunlight, and a faint Buddha light appeared on the mountains, reflecting the scene in circles like a myth.

Anyang walked to the end of the ridge and jumped suddenly, and at the same time, he turned on the propeller. His palms were sprayed with light blue or white with yellow light, causing him to levitate in the air, and then slowly flew towards the orcs on the ground until they stopped dozens of meters away.

At a close look, these orcs are truly shocking!

They are generally two meters tall, three or four meters tall, and have large arms and round waists. They are very tall and strong. They are covered with muscles. They have hideous facial features compared to humans, fangs, animal skins, and some are wearing thick armor. They are arrogant and arrogant.

Anyang thought that if he stood in front of them, he would probably be similar to a child.

Fortunately, their skin is naturally brown and has not turned green, which means they are not contaminated by Gul'dan's fel energy.

He stopped his eyes on the strong orc standing next to Orgrim below, glanced at the frost wolf flag of the orcs, and asked, "Are you Durotan, the son of Kadgar, the chief of the Frost wolf clan, Durotan?"

The orc raised his head suddenly, grabbed a thick and powerful axe beside him, and squinted his eyes and stared at him: "Who are you? You look similar to the Draenei. Are you a human in this world? But how could you know my name?"

An Yang chuckled and turned his gaze to Orgrim holding the giant hammer: "Then, are you Orgrim Hammer of Destruction?"

Orgrim quietly pinched the huge warhammer and said to him lightly: "I bet, if you pretend again, I will tear you apart!"

Anyang teased and said, "Why did you tear me apart? Do you throw your hammer and knock me down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an orc roared angrily and threw the heavy weapon in his hand at him.

Anyang quickly took off the air and avoided the attack.

I have to sigh that the tempers of these orcs are too irritable, but they are also a race that advocates force and nature, yearns for glory, and they respect the most powerful and upright warriors. This is particularly reflected in Durotan, but after Gul'dan took power, it began to change.

At this time, the orcs below made contemptuous booes, while some made deterrent roars.

"Wulnerable humans, do you only know how to hide from them? Do you dare to come down and fight me!"

"Come down and beat him down!"

Anyang didn't speak, and directly called out the ion shoulder cannon, and the automatic aiming system accurately hit the shoulder-pillar thrown by an orc.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, no flame exploded, but the heavy shoulder pad, which was at least dozens of kilograms, seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and it shook violently in the air. Before it could touch the silver figure, it was blown back by the violent blow, and it sank deeply into the snow with a thump.

The bracelet made of a large piece of steel has been severely deformed, and even has several huge cracks.

The orcs took a breath. They were brave and warlike, but it did not mean they were reckless!

There is no doubt that they felt the man's powerful power in this hit.

"Magic, that's the power of magic!" Durotan murmured to himself, and looked up at Anyang with fighting spirit. His two fangs slowly squirmed at the corners of his mouth, looking particularly violent and powerful. "Master, do you think you can stop us by your own strength?"

An Yang shook his head: "You misunderstood. I just came to say hello to you. I just want you to remember me."

Before Durotan responded, he began to slowly take off: "We will see you again, Durotan, I hope we can stand together at that time."

Durotan looked at him in confusion, and Orgrim's expression was also full of confusion.

Anyang flew for a while, but stopped in the air, turned around, and the missile bay quietly opened.

A sharp roar pierced the snow sky!

Several mini missiles instantly shot out from his arm, hitting the top of the mountain where the orc legion was about to cross, causing a shocking explosion accompanied by a deafening loud noise.

boom!

The flames soared into the sky, and the shock waves lifted up the thick layer of snow, causing the earth to tremble.

Durotan's body was shaken, and the frost wolf under his crotch had a little uneasy, but he didn't care about comforting him, so he had to yell at the sky.

"Do not!"

The orcs present basically belonged to the Frostwolf tribe. They naturally followed the great chief's advice and immediately scattered to find a place to hide.

In less than two seconds, the snow layer closest to the missile hit began to collapse under the tilt of the explosion, and suddenly swept down like a long turbulent river. This was the unstoppable force of nature, and it almost easily pushed the strong orcs to the ground.

This was the beginning of the snow layer falling, and no avalanche was formed. When these snow layers continued to go down, if the steel tribe led by Gul'dan was not lucky, it was on the route of raging avalanches, that would be the power of destruction. Even the terriblely strong orc army would suffer heavy losses.

The snow continued to slide down, and the top soon returned to calm, but two snows were slightly collapsed.
Chapter completed!