Stratholme God

Chapter 1283 The old Chen who entered the pit
Normally, pandaren are a typical neutral race, they will choose to join the tribe or the alliance according to their will.Historically, Chen* Stormstout was a little closer to the Horde in performance. He helped Thrall build Orgrimmar, and helped Vol'jin, and thus forged a deep friendship.

In this life, Lao Chen met his 'nemesis' - the player.

The neutral camp is different from the die-hard hostile camp. Neutral means easy to fight for.As long as the alliance does something, it can poke at the itch of the neutral camp race, and do something that shocks their hearts, basically it will be done.

As a pandaren who grew up on the Wandering Isle (Shen-zinzi's turtle back), Old Chen has developed a good skill. The boat rescued Shen-zin Zi, maybe Lao Chen's ass was crooked.

It’s so hard to die. A few days ago, when Lao Chen and Lili started their adventure, heck, they actually went shopping in Stormwind City and took a new type of steel cargo ship—actually a free ship that was eliminated from private businessmen and returned to fans. On the way to Zongdao, the navigation is so crooked.

Don't ask, asking is the cauldron of Pandaria's mist.

It's definitely not that the elite operator read the wrong compass, got the latitude and longitude wrong or something.

As soon as Lao Chen returned to Pandaria, he happened to "missail" to the Jade Forest in the northeast, and very "coincidentally" encountered the Ganlu Village incident.

"Help... help..." On the coast, the Pandaren-like [Big Flower Fragrance] bumped into Lao Chen, screamed, and fell down on the spot.

"Brother, what's wrong with you!?" Old Chen and Lili turned pale with shock.

The compatriot in front of him was too miserable, his left arm was completely cut off, and there were multiple axes in his back.Lao Chen felt that this kind of scar was inexplicably familiar at the first sight.

"Some green-skinned monsters attacked us, save us..."

With that pure Chinese language, and that appearance that is exactly the same as his, Lao Chen had no doubts about him, and immediately believed him. He raised his hand and used [Mist of Resuscitation] to stabilize this compatriot's injury.

Instructing Lili to take good care of this compatriot, Lao Chen took the guy and strode towards the direction directed by the injured compatriot.

The situation in front of him stunned Chen *Storm Liquor. Along the way, he ran into a few Pandamen from Ganlu Village who were fleeing in a panic, and got more information.

He was absolutely certain now that the orcs had attacked his people.

As an old friend of Thrall and Vol'jin, Lao Chen was emotionally unwilling to believe that the orcs would do such a despicable thing.All kinds of warmth in the past still linger in Lao Chen's heart. At this time, he is not so much eager to save his compatriots as he is eager for an answer.

The pandaren corpses strewn about in the woods are the best guideposts.

Old Chen's footsteps suddenly quickened, he pricked up his ears, and easily heard a war roar that shook the entire forest.

"Bastard! Found you!"

The fiery blood seemed to be burning in Lao Chen's body. Lao Chen was notoriously tempered, and he had never been so angry before.

Sure enough, as the trees on both sides flew past the corners of his eyes, he finally found the culprit—it was a very burly orc holding a bloody battle axe.

On the ground beside him, there were several pandaren who had just been killed.

"You bloody bastard! What have you done?" Old Chen roared in Orcish.

For the Panda Jiuxian who suddenly appeared, Malkorok was a little disapproving: "Oh? You cowardly black and white bears, have you finally stopped running? Do you understand our language? That's even better! Obediently submit to the great chief of the tribe! Become an honorable Horde warrior—or die!"

At the end of his words, his tone became more and more harsh.

Old Chen's expression changed dramatically.

This orc was too different from the kind orc he had imagined.The orc warriors he remembered were brave, at least not so unreasonable.

At first he wondered whether Malkorok's mind was controlled by the evil [Devil's Blood] in Thrall's mouth, but he felt it carefully. Although the orc showed cruelty and madness, he did not have a demonic breath on him.

That is to say, the bastard massacred the pandaren villagers of Ganlu Village entirely of his own volition.

Old Chen scolded angrily: "You beast! Don't slander the great chief! Thrall is definitely not this kind of person—"

"Thal! Are you talking about that coward Thrall? He has already gone back to his hometown in Nagrand to weave an apron for his grandma!" Malkorok laughed loudly: "The one who now leads the tribe is the greatest in history. Warchief Garrosh* Hellscream! Now, in the name of the warchief, I order you to submit! Black and white bear!"

Male orcs rarely do knitting. In the eyes of orcs, it is undoubtedly the greatest insult to say that a man is doing the work.

There was a brief blank in Lao Chen's mind, and then he realized that the tribe had changed, becoming strange and cruel.This guy who is new to the stage is definitely not a good guy.

"I refuse! Pandaren are free!" Old Chen Yizheng said.

"Then go to hell—"

If you can't bear it, then you don't need to bear it anymore.

Facing Malkorok charging forward with his battle-axe held high, Lao Chen held the ordinary-looking demon stick in his right waist, and swung his arm swiftly.

The orc boss's [Charge] is very fast, and Lao Chen's magic wand is even faster.

The thick cyan stick seems to be swept simply, but there is a feeling of pouring down the Tianhe Waterfall.The distance of about ten meters between the stick and Malkorok seemed alienated yet approaching—at this moment, the thick stick had already reached Malkorok's ankle.

This is a [sweeping leg] in disguise.

Malkorok didn't have to bow his head to understand how dangerous the blow was.Don't say it's just his ankle, even if it's his body, if he is hit by such a stick that seems like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers split above his head, and thunder rolls down, he will be disabled on the spot if he doesn't die.

"Roar!" He roared, quickly switched, and stepped on a [Thunder Strike].

Before the light of thunder and lightning arrived, the momentum of the cracked ground was already overwhelming.

This foot is solid, let alone the stick will be stepped on, there is a high probability that even Lao Chen will be forcibly slowed down and pulled into the rhythm of the orc warrior.

Unexpectedly, his reaction was not slow, and Lao Chen's reaction was faster.

The devil-subduing stick was suddenly retracted with an air of lightness, and changed from a sweep to a poke, and the head of the stick pierced Malkorok's belly.

In the eyes of others, this is simply Malkorok's own center of gravity sinking, showing his stomach and being poked by Lao Chen.

This time, Malkorok really had nothing to do.

As soon as Lao Chen used his stick, he felt a sense of insignificance and inevitability.

Now Malkorok was finally unable to resist, and took a hard hit.That powerful and heavy blow sent it flying upside down more than ten meters, and flew upside down into the woods behind it, crackling and breaking countless trees.

The men who happened to be rushed by him saw this scene...

(End of this chapter)