Although the rain was pouring down, the little imp who was only as big as a kitten in the distance was still burning with demonic fire and shouted: "This is the power of the great contract... This is our magic. This is the terrifying magic that only exists between contractors. Master, as long as I am alive... You can't die first!"
The Blood Pact Seal. So this is the Blood Pact Seal? He knows this magic. Why didn't he say anything about it at that time?
The orc stared in the direction of the imp. At this distance, Saeuno was as small as a bug. In contrast, the orc was a super giant. Wouldn't Saeuno be trampled to death in one step?
The imp shouted out demonic incantations. There were already sparks shooting out of his hands. The orc rushed over with a stride and swung his fist. But before he could reach the imp, he suddenly burst into flames all over.
The sacrifice magic?
This little imp can actually use sacrifice?
"Don't measure this world with the world in the game..." Jess told himself while rushing over to pick up the Stromgarde sword that had just been thrown away by the orc. There was still the orc's blood on it.
The orc didn't panic because of the raging fire all over his body. His face was indifferent. With a shake of his arms, the fire was immediately extinguished as if blown away by a strong wind.
Jess seized the opportunity and stabbed the sword into his flank. But unexpectedly, the orc almost caught the sword blade with lightning reflexes and held the sword blade with his finger bones and continued to push it in!
Jess was stunned by this guy's madness. The orc turned his head and glared at Jess viciously. Fresh blood was already oozing from his palm.
His skin was green, but his blood was red. This was not demon blood.
This guy murmured something contemptuously and then sneered. And Jess actually knew what he wanted to express.
Because there was an Orcish word in this sentence that he understood - little thing.
Right... Jess actually knew a little Orcish. He didn't remember it during this chaotic fight just now.
What should he say? What should he say to stop this orc?
The shaman held the sword blade with one hand, preventing Jess from retreating. This time Jess didn't want to let go. If he lost this weapon again, he would have no means of attack.
The other party struck the sword blade with his wrist guard. The sword body vibrated violently. Although the sword blade didn't break immediately, it also bent. Jess was almost shaken off by this blow.
He roared and pulled out the sword. Turning around, he saw that there was already an illusion in front of the orc.
The continuous fear spells before had made his consciousness somewhat scattered. But the orc didn't continue to chase. Blood was flowing from his waist and calf. And several summons of elements had also consumed a lot of his physical strength.
"I'll take your life!" The imp roared. Flames burned in his hands. The orc suddenly turned his head. Jess wanted to attract the orc's attention for him, but as soon as he took a step, he slipped and couldn't take a step forward.
A fireball was thrown by the imp and hit the orc's neck, which was much thicker than Jess's waist. The orc just snorted, patted off the flames on his hair, and continued to stare at the imp.
At this moment, Saeuno was a little flustered.
"Uh... Continue attacking!"
He continued to gather the fire magic. Suddenly, a whirlwind burst out in the orc's hand. The strong wind blew the falling rain, making it clearly visible. It hit Saeuno like a shock wave. Saeuno was hit and shouted "Ouch!" and lay on the ground.
After casting this wind element magic, the orc coughed several times in succession and knelt on one knee. He held his flank with his hand and stared at this side viciously.
Jess also stared at him with a rather fierce expression.
At this moment, the orc suddenly pulled out a simply made stone knife from beside his feet. The carved marks on it were still very obvious.
He gritted his teeth and straightened up. Limping, he walked towards this side. While walking, he kept coughing. This time he was probably really going all out.
Jess took a few steps back. He could probably run away. The orc didn't seem to be able to run much either.
But what about Gerred? He glanced to the side. That guy was still lying there motionless. Damn it...
His brain, like thick sticky paste being stirred, barely turned a few times. Suddenly, an idea came to him.
"Frostwolf."
He shouted in Orcish. The names of these clans were mentioned in many Orcish dictionaries.
Suddenly hearing his own native language, the orc frowned in confusion.
"Frostwolf." Jess repeated.
The knife in the orc's hand was slowly lowered. He murmured something.
Jess couldn't understand it at all, but he knew this idea worked.
The reason he shouted Frostwolf was that among the orc clans that had crossed the Dark Portal, it seemed that only the Frostwolf clan still adhered to the way of shamanism. All the shamans of other clans had joined Gul'dan's shadow ranks.
Jess pointed to his chest and said in Orcish with single words: "Know, Frostwolf."
The ferocity between the orc's eyebrows and eyes dissipated a lot. He lowered his head and thought for a while. Then he said something in Orcish again. Jess still didn't know what he said.
"Know, Frostwolf, alive." Jess tried to speak randomly with the limited vocabulary he knew. At this moment, the orc's expression finally changed.
He was silent for a while and actually asked in Common: "Where?"
"You understand Common?" Jess asked in surprise.
"Common." The orc said: "Know, very little."
Knowing a little is better than not knowing at all.
Jess quickly said: "Alterac, Frostwolf."
"Alterac." The orc nodded and said: "Know Alterac, north."
He pointed to the north and asked: "Wrong?"
"That's right. Alterac is in the north." Jess said.
The orc turned to look at the mountains in the north. His expression suddenly became fierce again. He shook his head and said in Common: "Human, liar, untrustworthy."
He guessed that he might be trying to lead him away.
There must be some real evidence. Jess tried to spell it with English pronunciation: "Drek'Thar."
Drek'Thar was the leader who was leading the Frostwolf clan to survive in the snow-capped mountains in Alterac at this time. If this orc was from the Frostwolf clan, he should definitely know Drek'Thar.
Mentioning this person's name might make the other party trust his words.
However, after hearing the name Drek'Thar, the orc stiffly repeated the pronunciation. He simply learned to pronounce Drek'Thar in English, and looked confused, indicating that he didn't understand what it meant at all. Perhaps the pronunciation of Drek'Thar in Orcish was very different from English or Chinese, so he couldn't associate this name.
However, the orc no longer wanted to come and fight desperately. Jess knew that he had grasped the key point. This was probably a Frostwolf clan orc who couldn't find his own people. Even if he wasn't from the Frostwolf clan, he was also a wanderer who wanted to find companions who had restored other shamanic ways.
Find another one... Find another name quickly. This orc might lose patience at any time.