Casting spells

"Master, this is Dustwallow Marsh, and not far from here is Brackenwall Village." The ogre raised his head and pointed behind him.

"Dustwallow Marsh? Fernwall Village? So you are from the Stoneclaw tribe?" Zhang Cheng roughly searched his memory, and quickly confirmed the other party's identity.

After all, Dustwallow Marsh is one of the old lairs of the Black Dragon Legion. Including the Black Dragon Princess, a large number of young black dragons, dragonmen, and young dragons are taking advantage of the complex terrain of this swamp to reproduce and try to restore their former prosperity.

So apart from Theramore Island, which is protected by Jaina, there is only one force left, the Stone Hammer Ogre.

It's just that they don't know whether the current Fernwall Village is ruled by the original stone hammer ogre leader, or has been taken away by Rexxar and has become a member of the tribe.

If it's the latter, then of course there's no need to say anything, just slap your ass and leave.

But if it's the former, then he doesn't mind at all doing a little experiment with these thousand or so ogres...

Chapter 596 Fern Wall Village

Brackenwall Village, an ogre settlement towering in the dust and mud to the northwest, is undergoing a cruel test at this moment.

A large number of black dragonmen and young dragons rushed out of the swamp, trying to wipe out all these potential threats.

Some of them are powerful spellcasters who can easily shoot deadly fireballs, while others are excellent fighters, relying on the innate power of the dragon blood and the defensive power of dragon scales, they can kill the ogres in the periphery one by one. Pull it out and kill it.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen ogres fell unconscious in a pool of blood.

Undoubtedly, these maul ogres who followed Gul'dan to search for the tomb of Sargeras back then no longer have the awe-inspiring aura that made the enemies daunting, only an extreme desire for survival.

You must know that in order to avoid the slaughter of the Black Dragon Legion, they have abandoned the towns that were originally established in the south of the swamp.

But who would have thought that after running so far, the black dragons still had no intention of letting them go.

After all, compared to Theramore, which is guarded by powerful mages, the ogre in Brackenwall Village is a soft persimmon.

"Damn! Block the gap! Don't let those dragonmen rush in!" Mogmulok roared, waving his sandbag-sized fist.

Since Beast King Rexxar killed Kogel, he appointed him as the king of the Shimai clan. This huge fat man is the supreme king of the entire clan.

No one can disobey his orders unless someone defeats him in a challenge.

"No! No! There are too many enemies! And...and they have dragons!" Another ogre responded, pointing at the young black dragon swooping down from the sky.

But the voice just fell!

A deadly raid fell from the sky and burned three or four hapless people alive.

Due to the rich fat content under the ogre's bloated body, once they are attacked by high-temperature flames, it is easy to trigger a chain reaction. In some extreme cases, the subcutaneous fat even burned themselves into charred corpses.

"No! The Shimai Clan must not back down anymore! Come on! Give those annoying black dragons some color!"

Roaring furiously, Mogmulok raised his spiked glove and slammed it on the head of a black dragonman who charged in.

The latter obviously did not expect this fast and precise attack, and was knocked down to the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, other ogres around them immediately turned to heavy weapons such as war hammers, axes, and wooden clubs, and beat the dragon man into a pulp in twos and threes.

But unfortunately, this small victory is obviously not enough to reverse the decline of the entire battle.

Relying on the superiority in the air, a few young black dragons set the entire Fern Wall Village on fire in the blink of an eye, and there was a sea of ​​flames everywhere at a glance.

Just when Mogmulok gritted his teeth and was about to order a retreat, a group of black clouds suddenly enveloped the sky.

I haven't waited for both parties to react to what happened!

Horrible ice cones fell from the sky!

puff!

Puff puff……

"what!!!!!!!!"

"There is a spellcaster!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

……

Accompanied by the screams echoing over the battlefield, a large number of dragonmen, young dragons, and young dragons who couldn't dodge were pierced by the ice with huge inertia, and bright red blood splattered everywhere!

In less than three to five minutes, half of the black dragons who participated in the siege of Fernwall Village lost their precious lives, and the rest turned around and ran towards the swamp, regardless of other things.

They are not fools, knowing how powerful a spellcaster who can release such a large-scale destructive spell is, it is simply not something they can deal with.

Feeling the lingering chill and the strong smell of blood in the air, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, stepped on the corpse of a young black dragon, walked up to Mogmulok, and said in a slightly jerky orcish language: "I want to challenge you!"

"What?!" The ogre leader's eyes widened, flashing a trace of undetectable panic.

There is no way not to panic!

He is not one of the same kind who has no brains at all, and he understands that the spell just now was probably released by this humble human being in front of him.

To be able to control the arcane to such a degree is definitely a human archmage, just like Jaina Proudmoore of Theramore, it is impossible for him to be an opponent.

"I said, I want to challenge you. According to the ogre tradition, you must either meet the challenge, or recognize and surrender the right to rule. Don't try to play tricks, otherwise I don't mind letting the ice cone just fall on your heads." Zhang Cheng threatened with a smile that was not a smile.

Through the conversation with Magor, he learned that although the Stonemaul clan has been conquered by Rexxar and became a member of the tribe, Orgrimmar has not yet sent people to establish a fixed connection with it.

So even if all these ogres disappeared, theoretically it would not cause a war between the Alliance and the Horde. Anyway, in the end, the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia and her legion were responsible.

Sensing the killing intent in the opponent's eyes, Mogmulok swallowed subconsciously, and explained through gritted teeth: "No! I can't do this! Rexxar will kill me!"

"Don't worry about Rexxar, he won't know what happened here. What's more... I will give you and your subordinates power, extremely powerful power. Of course, the premise is that you have to bend down and kneel at my feet, Call me master, just like him." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng turned around and waved at the back of the forest.

I saw a tall double-headed ogre spellcaster slowly walking over from the wet swamp.

Among them, the head on the left grinned and shouted: "Magaol! Become stronger!"

"Markle! Mastered the power of magic!" Not to be outdone, the head on the right raised his right hand and released a hot fireball.

Undoubtedly, with the help of the evolution potion, the fat man who was extremely stupid has completed the transformation of his life form at this moment, becoming a slightly double-headed spellcaster among ogres.

Especially the firm dark brown horny layer covering the surface of the skin, which is four to five points similar to the hill goron in the world of Draenor, and its size is nearly double that of the same kind.

"Magaol? You...how did you become like this!" After recognizing the identity of the visitor, Mogmulok fell into a state of sluggishness.

"Great master! Give us strength!"

"That's right! It's painful! But it's powerful!"

"Choose now! Surrender! Or die!"