Chapter 298

Because things happened so suddenly, the orcs next to the campfire didn't react at all, so they were directly chopped to the ground, and the ugly head with two tusks rolled away from his neck.

They didn't understand why the people wanted to kill themselves until they died?

But unfortunately, no one can give the right answer except madias Shaw, who is hiding in the corner.

In just a few minutes, more than 20 dead and reborn Orc soldiers caused great panic and chaos in the camp.

The reason for the panic is that no matter how seriously injured these guys are, they will not fall or die. Some of them even have their heads gone. They are still crazy waving axes to kill. Even stupid idiots can see that the scene in front of them is absolutely abnormal.

"Damn it! Who can tell me what's going on?!" a tall Orc in a snowman skin cloak came out of the tent and shouted.

"Centurion Jialong! Some brothers suddenly went crazy for no reason! They are killing everywhere!" another Orc soldier quickly explained.

"What?!" the orc centurion, known as Jialong, subconsciously clenched his beloved Warhammer and stared at the bloody scene not far away.

As an experienced soldier, he hardly needs to think about it. He can see that those people with blue skin have problems, because these guys have no defense at all when fighting, and they are completely a life for life posture.

You should know that even the orcs who fall into a violent state after drinking the devil's blood will carefully guard the key parts of their body. For soldiers, defense is often more important than attack, because only living can enjoy the joy and glory of victory.

"Centurion! Give orders quickly! If we continue, our camp will be over!" a shaman priest warned loudly.

Although shamans are the spiritual leaders and spiritual sustenance of the orcs in the tribal camp and have a very high status, they still rank below chiefs and even military commanders in terms of power.

Unless they, like the great chief Sal, are both spiritual leaders and chiefs and military commanders.

Jialong undoubtedly knew that the longer the chaos lasted, the harder it would be to clean up, so he hesitated for a moment and ordered in a heavy tone: "kill them! Move faster!"

"Yes!"

Most Orc soldiers are straightforward and are not good at thinking too much. After receiving orders, they immediately join the battle group and break up their dead and reborn companions with the advantage of number.

Just when they felt that they had calmed down the sudden rebellion, the dead bodies somehow stood up and launched a crazy attack on the living people again.

The fierce battle lasted less than seven or eight minutes. More than half of the camp with a total number of no more than 300 were killed and injured, and the rest were surrounded by more and more living dead.

Feeling the increasingly strong smell of death in the air, the shaman priest seemed to notice something and shouted: "no! It's not crazy at all! It's the plague! It's the magic plague of the Scourge army!"

"Magic plague!!" Jialong's face immediately became ugly.

Although the frost wolf clan hiding in the depths of the Alterac mountains has successfully avoided the terrible disaster sweeping the kingdom of Lordaeron, it does not mean that they do not know the horror of the plague, especially the East-West plague land ravaged by the dead in the northern continent, which is simply a forbidden area of life.

"Centurion! You must break through immediately! Inform everyone of the Frostwolf clan of this news!" the shaman priest gave his own suggestions without any hesitation.

After all, in order to survive, most members of the frost wolf clan are distributed in all corners of the Alterac mountains, otherwise they would not be able to support so many people together.

Now that something has happened, the only thing we can do is to notify one by one as soon as possible, and then form a coalition to deal with the crisis.

This is also why the thunder spear advance team can stand firm after entering the Alterac Valley. The orcs of the frost wolf clan need a long time for message transmission to respond.

"Asshole! Do you want me to be a coward who runs away?" Jialong roared angrily.

As an orc warrior who regards death as the highest glory, how can he tolerate himself to become a shameful deserter.

Hiding in the corner, madias Shaw saw this scene, realized that the time was ripe, and quietly took out a vortex like dark blue gem.

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His whole body began to change rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from a human to a forgotten person.

There is no doubt that the mysterious gem in his hand is not any other magic prop. It is the famous fraud pearl in the game, which allows the wearer to change his race and shape at will.

As the head of mi7 who often acts in the dark, Madias Shor's favorite is to use this gadget to create chaos and suspicion in the enemy camp.

No hesitation!

He approached the target with his master sneaking skills. He started with a standard sneak attack. The raised metal ball behind the dagger hit the shaman priest's cervical spine, making the latter fall into a strong dizzy state. Then he stabbed him into his jaw with a sharp front end and killed him on the spot.

The whole process went on without giving the other party any chance to respond. Even the surrounding Orc soldiers were stunned. It seemed that they couldn't believe that their spiritual leaders were killed so easily.

"Hehe..."

After a successful blow, madias Shaw, who maintained the shape of the don't forget, gave a cold laugh, then sprinkled a handful of vanishing powder and disappeared in full view of the public.

At this time, an orc warrior returned to his senses and shouted angrily, "it's the forgotten! These damn undead have betrayed the tribe!"

"Centurion! You must break through the siege immediately and send the news to orgrima! The great chief Sal must know the despicable face of the forgotten! Let's leave it to us!" another Orc warrior patted his chest.

"I swear! Your blood will never flow in vain! The dark city must pay the price for its actions! The price of blood!" said Sharon, staring at two blood red eyes, suddenly knocked over a resurrected Orc corpse, jumped onto his own frost wolf and rushed to another nearest camp.

Staring at his fading back, Madias Shor, hiding in the shadow, raised his mouth and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "success! Next, it depends on how Sal handled the crisis. Maybe I should reward the young mage who put forward the sinister plan. Both the alliance and mi7 need such talents..."