The awakening ceremony of the elf druid was in progress in an orderly manner. The old cow looked a little stupid, but in fact he was walking very solidly on the druid path. The foul body was dispelled by 70% or 80% of the foul's foul's body. Vanessa just looked at the old cow's movements and mobilization of the power of nature and felt very rewarding.

Just as she was thinking about what wording she should use to get some basic knowledge of druids from the other party, a strange voice suddenly rang out not far away.

Her natural alertness made her notice something was wrong outside the door. It was a familiar voice from the thieves, the sound of sharp blades piercing into her body.

The next moment, I saw a ball of fireballs with dark red light flying towards them with extremely high temperatures.

Vanessa didn't say anything, and tried her best to walk her waist and her body against the ground. She hid behind the old cow with the wrong steps.

There is no way, orcs advocate simplicity, and they are the type of people who are poor and glorious. The poorer and more glorious, there is no interior decoration. Only Lao Niu's big body is suitable for her to be a meat shield.

The fireball carried the high temperature and smashed straight into the room. The huge explosion accompanied by the impact force directly interrupted the old cow's casting, which made the honest man spray blood and fainted due to serious injury.

"Sorry, sorry." Vanessa clasped her hands together, feeling a little disgusted.

She subconsciously avoided the fireball. This was a conditioned reflex of a modern person. She didn't realize how high her fire resistance was now. Theoretically, the impact of the fireball would not cause much damage to her. At most, it would be a staggering blow. The high temperature attached to the flames can be exempted. She should help Lao Niu with this attack.

Not only do people cast spells to save people, Lao Niu is still a very standard healing profession!

Now? She gave her only treatment at the beginning

Vanessa squinted her eyes and looked at the orcs holding sharp blades in a short distance, and her side became a mature healing profession for a while.

He has his own responsibility, but Lao Niu's fire resistance is too low! He also has his own responsibility! In such a straitorous world as Azeroth, can it be possible without fire resistance? Lao Niu still has short hair, little knowledge, and lacks understanding of the cruel truth of the world.

"What's the situation?" The orcs she said couldn't understand. The orcs who were still guarding outside the gate and the orcs holding sharp blades had already been killed in a group as she spoke.

It can be seen that there is a difference between the two. The orcs I come into contact with during the day are all green-skinned and have relatively calm expressions. Now the orcs that suddenly appear have dark red skins, with ferocious expressions.

The dark red-skinned orc forced himself into the room with huge casualties. A dark red-skinned orc caster looked at Vanessa with bloodthirsty face. He spit out a string of unknown words, and then he saw his body suddenly swelling, causing a hot explosion in less than two seconds.

The shock wave repelled a group of green-skinned orcs. With the self-destruction of the spellcaster, the dark red-skinned orcs broke through the defense line of the green-skinned orcs and rushed straight into the room.

Is this here to deal with the night elves? Should I protect myself? Before Vanessa could think about it, she saw the other party ignoring the coma night elves druid and rushing straight towards her. She felt depressed that the other party was coming for her.

"For the Rib Clan! For the Tribe!" The orcs with dark red skin all looked frenzy, shouting that she couldn't understand, and rushed in.

Who are you? The conscience of heaven and earth, Vanessa doesn’t know these people at all!

Her weapons were taken away by the orcs, and now they are unarmed. Seeing the opponent's dagger bringing a gust of wind and stabbing towards her eyes, she felt a little annoyed. A bunch of rough orcs, you guys don't play with axe, dare to play with daggers with me?!

She let the front face, twisted her waist and reached out, grabbed the other person's wrist, trying to snatch the dagger.

I grabbed it and didn't move it. The opponent had almost no skills. The dagger was used like a street hooligan, with only two simple movements: stab and chop. But the wrist was really powerful. Not to mention its strength, the wrist was as strong as a big hammer, and it was particularly thick. I couldn't catch it at this moment.

Vanessa was not panicked. Her experience in dancing on the tip of a knife was much more abundant than that of flying.

It was obvious that five dark red orc assassins who rushed to the front were besieging her, but she still fought back one by one in an orderly manner.

She didn't grab the other person's wrist, and she should have grabbed it as a press, and at the same time she jumped and pressed her weight up.

Now the orc's wrist power could not be held back. His wrists sank and his body leaned forward, and the entire stabbing movement was deformed.

Vanessa used a side kick that looked very much like Taekwondo. She stepped on the opponent's knee with her left foot, pulled her body up with force, swung her right foot, and exerted force at the same time, kicking the orc's shoe-like face.

After the kicking, she leaped back with the force, poked her left hand out, and grabbed the opponent's dagger.

The orc's dagger is a bit too heavy, and the blade is not the small and sensitive type used by humans, but has uneven serrated serrations, like the teeth of some kind of beast.

Vanessa turned the dagger in her palm for half a circle, held it with her backhand. When it landed on the ground, she casually pushed the dagger back and stabbed it into the throat of another orc.

As the rabbit rises and falls, she kills one person and damages another person. With her agility far beyond the other, she also has a large-scale meaning of flowing water and killing people like art. They are all artists and pianists, and the music they play is called death.

The orcs did not expect that they had excellent melee ability to kill targets, but they were afraid that the word was never in the orc dictionary. They could fall, use any means for their strength, and even disregard the overall situation and assassinate Vanessa at this critical moment against the wishes of the orc chief, but they were never afraid.

No matter how cruel Vanessa's methods are, the orcs will not be afraid! Can you Vanessa be more cruel than Sargeras? The big boss of the Burning Legion descends to earth, and can beat him or not. As long as the orcs want, they dare to go up and chop an axe!

The fierce killing move did not make the orc assassins hesitate at all. They roared at Vanessa's words that they didn't understand and rushed up angrily.

Are you angry? I am still angry! Who did I provoke whom?

The orc assassins all had red eyes, which was an external manifestation of anger and excitement that caused the eyes to be congested. To say that red eyes were more of an adjective. Vanessa was different. Her eyes were really red, and there were rolling flames flowing in her sockets. The temperature around her instantly increased by twenty degrees. She was very angry! She was furious!
Chapter completed!