Chapter 158 Rexxa and Kargas
Gorgrond, Mok'Nathal Village.
As the hometown of the legendary hunter Mi...rexxar, the Mok'Nathal clan is a clan that is incompatible with other orcs.
Because this clan is entirely composed of half-orcs, during the reign of the previous ogre witchcraft king, they forced the ogres and orcs through experiments to give birth to these Mok'Natha orcs, and let them serve as the ogres' descendants. slaves and soldiers.
In the subsequent military operation of the Blade Tower Ogres sweeping Frostfire Ridge, many Mok'Nathal orcs were captured by Galada, including their chief.
Then, their chief Leorox made an agreement with Galada, and together they defeated the ogre governor and strangled him.
Since the end of that war, Leorox has led the Mok'Nathal orcs to settle in the remote territory of Gorgrond.
"Father, the Horde's army has arrived in Gorgrond." Rexxar found his father, Chieftain Leorox, accompanied by his pet companion.
"Do you still want to leave the clan?" Leorox asked him with a frown.
"You said that when this land is threatened, Mok'Natha will not ignore it. We will protect this land." Rexxar touched the dire wolf Halatha who was rubbing his leg. "Now we The enemy has made it clear that demons will rush out from the east and burn everything, but not only did we not go to Nagrand as soon as possible to participate in the alliance, we even persisted in the theory of living alone."
Leorox knew that if it was true as the tribe said, then it was indeed time for the Mok'Nassar clan to come out of the mountains.
But he still wanted to take another look to see if this tribe was really as righteous as they said.
Rexxar shook his head in disappointment. His father was too indecisive, but he was different. He didn't agree with his father's theory of isolation, and he was eager to make a name for himself in battle. Nowadays, joining the tribe seems to be everything. All can get what they want.
"I'm not here to persuade you to change your mind and lead your clan to join the tribe." Rexxar said solemnly, "I'm here to say goodbye."
"Then let's go." Leorox knew that he could not change Rexxa's mind, and he also wanted to learn about the tribe through Rexxa.
"If life outside is not as good as you imagined, then come back." When Rexxa had turned around, Leorox said, "Mok'Nasa Village will always be our home."
"Yes." Lexa looked back, then called his pet to set off together.
More than ten hours later.
Lexa sat on a cliff, looking at the oasis below. He was chatting with his pet black dire wolf Halassa as usual.
"I have a hunch that I will find my own path in the tribe." Halatha couldn't understand Rexxar's words. It was not a Loa or a wilderness demigod, it was just an ordinary dire wolf.
But it could feel Lexa's joy, so it licked Lexa's face.
"Good boy." Rexxar laughed. Suddenly, he straightened his back, and his eyes just caught a glimpse of an orc army.
And they are fighting plants, which are, if nothing else, the tribe’s army.
"I hear the call to arms." Rexxar said, "Get ready, Halatha, we are going to fight together."
With Halasa wailing, he and his master rushed down the mountain to support the tribal army.
The tribal army at the foot of the mountain was the Shattered Hand clan. Under the leadership of their chief Kargath, they could be said to have traveled all night and starry to reach Gorgrond.
After resting for a while, Kargas commanded the soldiers to follow him to Evermore Woodland.
"This is the nest of the plants?" Kargas snorted, "Use the flamethrower and do as the king said and burn this place to ashes."
"Yes, Chief." The Shattered Hand orcs responded one after another. They used the flamethrowers made by the black stone blacksmith to set fire to the forest unscrupulously.
And this soon caused dissatisfaction among the plants.
Flowers, seedlings, vines, old trees.
Plants began to rise from the ground one by one, and they launched a counterattack against the Broken Hand Orcs.
"Ha! It's finally here. I thought you were scared." Kargas was not afraid of being overjoyed when he saw this. He was waiting for them.
"Wear the mask and don't touch the venom." His voice seemed a little low under the mask.
Needless to say, Kargas is not a fool. He seems reckless, but he is also fully prepared. He has a flamethrower, potions, and gas masks.
Kargas' fighting spirit has already risen. He waved the sickle in his hand, "beat the drums, blow the horn, and launch an attack!"
"yes."
Boom, boom, boom.
Woohoo.
The loud horns and war drums resounded through the sky and spread throughout the Evergreen Forest. The Shattered Hand orcs howled one by one. Under the leadership of Kargas, they were invincible, and I believe today will be no exception.
"kill!"
One by one, the Broken Hand Orcs charged in front of the plants, raised their flamethrowers, and sprayed scorching flames at them.
In the raging fire of the prairie fire, these plants suffered terribly, leaving only ashes wherever the Shattered Hand orcs went.
at this time.
There was a rumble.
It turned out that a giant tree stood up and strode towards the Shattered Hand Orcs.
"Leave him to me." Kargas flew forward and rushed into the pile of plants. The ordinary sickle blade in his hand exerted a power comparable to that of a divine weapon. Every time he waved it, he could Creates a whirlwind, turning surrounding plants into "dead leaves".
Stepping on the green sap, Kargas had already scratched the bark of the giant tree with his sickle blade before it could react.
This ancient tree made a painful sound.
"You will all die here." A vine grew wildly from the ground and shot towards Kargas, while spitting poisonous breath from its mouth.
"It's just a dead tree." Kargas shouted, and the soldiers pointed the flamethrower at the dead tree. For a moment, flames that seemed to cover the sky spurted out and burned toward the vines of the dead tree.
However, the attack of the dead tree is not so easy to alleviate. As it has experienced countless flowers blooming and falling, this flame is not worth avoiding.
"ah!"
"help me……"
Amidst the screams, orcs continued to die tragically.
The corners of the dead tree's mouth turned up, while Kargas' face was solemn. He thought it was just an ordinary tree man, but its behavior seemed to tell him that it was a difficult opponent.
"But I am Kargas..." Kargas squinted his eyes. If he couldn't deal with a tree, then there was no point in hunting down the original thorn beast.
He took off the iron chain around his waist, ran two steps, and threw up the iron chain. There was a loud noise, and the spiked iron chain pierced into the trunk of the dead tree.
But the vines of the dead wood are about to fall, at this critical moment.
Kargas let go of the chain and used his quick speed to avoid the slapping of the vines.
Looking at the big pit in the ground, Kargas couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't resist forcefully, otherwise everyone would probably be dead.
This also let Kargas know that although the dead wood is powerful, it is slow.
But in the attacks again and again, Kargas had a new impression of this guy, that is, he was rough-skinned and thick-flesh.
He didn't know how many times he had attacked it. Although it left a series of wounds, the dead tree didn't care.
"Drain its moisture." At this time, an orc wearing a black mask came to him. "Without moisture, its skin will quickly become brittle."
Kargas glanced at him, "With the flamethrower, aim at the dead wood and dry it out for me."
The Shattered Hand orcs, who were originally in chaos and fighting on their own, regrouped under Kargath's loud shouts, covering the orcs with flamethrowers and attacking the dead wood.
Just as Lexa said, the skin of the dead wood began to dry up and become brittle, and the movement of the dead wood also began to become sluggish.
Taking this opportunity, Kargas raised the scythe in his hand, and with thunderous steps, he left a series of wounds on the dead tree until it was covered with cuts and bruises. Only after Rexxar persuaded Kargas to cut him down head and ordered the withdrawal.