The orc style on the high-level warlord's battle ax is too strong, and it can't be sold. Ordinary people dare not buy it. As the king of Lordaeron, she can't use orc weapons. It's a waste to keep it. Now Just took it out as a 'giveaway'.

Druids belong to Druids, and Orcs belong to Orcs. She thinks this is very good and harmonious.

She raised the battle ax of the high-ranking warlord, and the female orc's eyes were instantly attracted.

"You know this ax too, right? This is the trophy left by an orc warrior after he was defeated by me during the war between the Alliance and the Horde. Now the question is before you, do you want the weapon of the orc or the dark night The weapon of the elves, the choice is yours, I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

Vanessa left the High Overseer's battle ax in place, walked into the mist by herself, and quickly disappeared from the female orc's sight.

Looking at the oak battle ax in his hand, he looked at the high-ranking warlord battle ax that represented the highest point of orc honor and pride.

The female orc's thoughts collided repeatedly, and Vanessa's words had a huge effect.

People are powerful, not weapons!

This ax is the weapon of the night elves!

Should I choose the weapons of the night elves or the weapons of the orcs?

Several questions emerged one by one, and finally she made a choice.

In fact, there was no choice. She threw away the oak battleaxe and picked up the battleaxe of the High Warlord.

It completely fits the orc's fighting style. The battle ax of the high-ranking warlord is like an extension of her arm. She swings it back and forth twice, and the female orc feels that this battle ax is very suitable for her fighting style. It is sharp, heavy, and strong, and it is stronger than the previous one. A wooden tomahawk is ten thousand times stronger.

"When remembering the ancestors, you should put the ancestors in your heart, not the ax. Perhaps this should be your destiny, the druid's weapon, and return to the druid's dream." She left the oak battle ax where it was, and then Quickly swing the High Warlord's battle axe.

Until this time, she thought of a question. She forgot to ask the name of the good friend of the tribe before, and the surrounding fog also affected her judgment of appearance. In the eyes of orcs, humans all look similar. Very strict, did not show his face at all.

"Forget it, don't think about it! This ax must be able to chop off Malfurion's dog's head!" She yelled loudly, walking into the mist on the other side alone.

After half an hour, seeing that she would not come back, Vanessa came out from the dark.

After all, this is the Emerald Dreamland. She has the home court advantage, so she can't deceive the mastermind behind the scenes, but she can deceive an orc? That's still pretty easy.

It's just that she couldn't understand why the female orc wanted to kill Malfurion? These two should have no enmity, right?

Don't think about it if you don't understand, Malfurion doesn't die that easily, even if he dies, Vordrassil can resurrect him, what a big deal!

Vanessa grabbed the oak tomahawk.

It is impossible for Broxshiga's soul to jump out to oppose it, and Azeroth also needs to talk about the basic law. He is a pure fighter, how can he have the ability to put his soul's thoughts in weapons.

Wang Situ once said that when the number of days changes, the artifacts are easier to buy, and they belong to virtuous people. This is a natural principle.

This weapon is for the virtuous. Vanessa looked around, she was the only virtuous person who was proficient in the principles of nature nearby! There is no doubt that this artifact belongs to her!

"Hey!" "Ha!" Picking up the ax, she swung it left and right twice.

She is not very good at using an axe, but at her current state, one method can do everything, and a mere ax can't stop her.

In her opinion, this ax has surpassed the limit of a divine weapon. It looks a bit like the ruler's crown in the hands of the prophet Velen. This thing is about to reach the level of a sacred weapon.

It is still useless to deal with a true **** like Sargeras, but it should be possible to fight a demigod.

I didn't say anything, put it away, and hurry up!

Vanessa ran in a hurry, and after a quarter of an hour, she found herself completely lost

She felt that she hadn't gone deep into the Emerald Dream, nor had she wandered to places with strong energy reactions, but she was still trapped in a small circle.

"Come here, come to me, you took what you shouldn't have, but I forgive you, as long as you surrender to us, we will give you unimaginable power" There were misty and unpredictable whispers in the mist.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, what kind of idiot is this, she asked in a disdainful tone, "You?"

"It's us, all of this, everything in your dreams, everything you think about, everything you know and what you don't, it's us here"

"Shut up!" Vanessa mobilized the power of the earth, shouted suddenly, and suppressed the whisper.

"Standing in front of you is Hope I, the Queen of Lordaeron, the King of Alterac! Your words are insulting the descendants of Lordaeron, you are insulting the Queen of Tirisfal and the First Men, I am Nor Conqueror of Sende, Terminator of the Scourge, Holder of the Seven Nation Covenant, Friend of Quel'Thalas, Friend of the Oak, Rescuer, Restorer, you insult the hope of hope!"

Her long list of titles made Whisper confused, this confident look, and that hopeful hope reminded him of some old people.

"That's just an honor in the world, and it's not worth mentioning in front of eternity." He wanted to bring back the momentum of the conversation.

Vanessa's voice rose again, "I know who you are, Xavius, right? You lived on the coast of the East China Sea and served as Azshara's advisor, but Azshara sank into the sea and joined the Burning Legion. The Burning Legion has retreated from Azeroth!

Magic, magic can't ~lightnovelpub.net~ Govern the country, don't know how to govern the country. The tricks and tricks you play are like jokes. In Azeroth, a three-year-old child knows the stupid things you do. An incompetent person like you should hide and shrink your head, trying to get food and clothing! How dare you speak of eternity in my presence?

Savus! A handsome man, a gray-bearded old thief! You have lived 17,600 years in vain. You have not made an inch of merit in your life, and you can only wag your lips and tongue! tell tales! An old dog with a broken spine dares to bark and bark in front of me. I have never seen such a brazen person! "

Vanessa is upright and confident, and her whole body is filled with a power called self-confidence. She not only suppresses the opponent in words, but also seizes part of the control while the opponent's mood is agitated during the battle of dreams.

The light fog in front of her eyes dissipated quickly, and a strange tree that was extremely distorted and deformed to the extreme and also extremely ugly appeared in her sight.

This is Savus, right? This guy can be said to be Malfurion's old enemy. He was an advisor to Queen Azshara at first, and then joined the Burning Legion. He was transformed into the world's first demon satyr, and was finally planted by Malfurion on this in the tree.

But this guy should go to Malfurion for revenge, to have fun, what is he doing to him?

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