Chapter 158 Rexxar and Kargath

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 composed entirely of half-orcs, during the reign of the former Ogre Sorcery King, they forced ogres and orcs to give birth to these Mok'Nathal orcs through experiments, making them slaves and soldiers of the ogres.

In the subsequent military operations of the Dota Ogres sweeping Frostfire Ridge, many Mok'Nathal orcs were captured by Galada, including their chieftain.

Then, their chieftain Leorox reached an agreement with Galada to defeat the ogre governor together and strangle him.

Since the end of that war, Leorox has led the Mok'Nathal orcs to settle down in the remote territory of Gorgrond.

"Father, the army of the tribe 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 stand aside, and we will protect this land." Rexxar touched the dire wolf Halatha who was rubbing his leg, "Now our enemy is clear, and the demons will rush out from the east to burn everything, but not only did we not go to Nagrand to participate in the alliance as soon as possible, we even insisted on the theory of isolation and survival."

Leorox knew that if it was really as the tribe said, then it was time for the Mok'Natha clan to leave the mountains.

But he still wanted 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 did not agree with his father's theory of isolation and survival, and he was eager to make a name for himself in battle. Now if he joined the tribe, it seemed that everything would be as he wished.

"I'm not here to persuade you to change your mind and lead your clan to join the tribe." Rexxar said in a deep voice: "I'm here to say goodbye."

"Then let's go." Leorox knew that he couldn't change Rexxar's mind, and he also wanted to learn about the tribe through Rexxar.

"If life outside is not as good as you imagined, then come back." When Rexxar had turned around, Leorox said: "Moknasa Village will always be our home."

"Yeah." Rexxar looked back and then called his pet to set off together.

More than ten hours later.

Rexxar sat on a cliff, looking at the oasis below, and he chatted with his pet black dire wolf Halassa as usual.

"I have a hunch that I will find my own way in the tribe." Halassa didn'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 Rexxar's joy, so it licked Rexxar's face.

"Good boy." Rexxar laughed out loud, and suddenly, he straightened his back. His eyes just caught a glimpse of an orc army.

And they were fighting with plants. If nothing unexpected happened, it was the army of the tribe.

"I heard the battle horn." Rexxar said: "Get ready, Halatha, we are going to fight side by side."

With Halatha's roar, he and his master rushed down the mountain to support the tribe army.

The tribe army at the foot of the mountain was the Shattered Hand Clan. Under the leadership of their chieftain Kael'ath, they could be said to have rushed to Gorgrond day and night.

After resting for a while, Kael'ath commanded the soldiers to come to the Evergrove with him.

"Is this the nest of the plants?" Kael'ath snorted, "Use the flamethrower, do as the king says, and burn this place to ashes for me."

"Yes, chieftain." The Shattered Hand orcs responded one after another. They used the flamethrower made by the Blackrock blacksmith to set fire in the forest recklessly.

And this soon caused dissatisfaction among the plants.

Flowers, seedlings, vines, and ancient trees.

Plants began to rise from the ground one by one, and they launched a counterattack against the Shattered Hand orcs.

"Ha! Finally here, I thought you were scared." Seeing this, Kael's not afraid but happy, he was waiting for them.

"Put on the mask, don't touch the venom." His voice was a little low under the mask.

Needless to say, Kael's is not a fool. He seems reckless, but he is also well prepared. Flamethrower, potion, gas mask, these are all available.

Kael's fighting spirit has long risen, he waved the sickle in his hand, "Beat the drums, blow the horns, and launch an attack!"

"Yes."

Boom boom boom.

Woo woo woo.

The loud horns and drums resounded through the sky and spread throughout the Evergrove. The Shattered Hand orcs screamed one by one. Under the leadership of Kael's, they were invincible, and I believe today will be no exception.

"Kill!"

One by one, the Broken Hand orcs rushed to the front of the plants, raised their flamethrowers, and sprayed scorching flames at them.

In the raging fire, these plants were miserable. Wherever the Broken Hand orcs went, only ashes were left.

Just then.

A rumbling sound came.

It turned out that a giant tree stood up and strode towards the Broken Hand orcs.

"Leave him to me." Kagath flew forward and rushed into the pile of plants. The ordinary sickle in his hand exerted a power comparable to that of a divine weapon. Every time he swung it, he could generate a whirlwind, turning the surrounding plants into "dead branches and fallen leaves."

Stepping on the green juice, Ka'gath had already cut the bark of the giant tree with his sickle before the tree could react.

The ancient tree made a painful sound.

"You will all die here." Vines grew wildly from the ground and shot towards Ka'gath, spewing poisonous breath from his mouth.

"Just a dead tree." Ka'gath shouted, and the soldiers aimed their flamethrowers at the dead tree. For a moment, the flames that seemed to cover the sky and the sun spewed out and burned towards the vines of the dead tree.

But the attack of the dead tree was not so easy to ease. As it had experienced countless flowers blooming and falling, this little flame was not worth it to avoid.

"Ah!"

"Save me..."

Amid screams, orcs continued to die tragically.

The corners of the dead tree's mouth curled up, and Ka'gath's face was solemn. He thought it was just an ordinary tree man, but its performance seemed to tell him that it was a tough opponent.

"But I'm Ka'gath..." Ka'gath narrowed his eyes. If he couldn't even deal with a tree, how could he talk about hunting the original ancestral thorn beast?

He untied the iron chain wrapped around his waist, ran two steps, swung the iron chain, and with a loud bang, the iron chain with spikes pierced into the trunk of the dead tree.

But the vines of the dead tree were about to fall, just at this critical moment.

Ka'gath loosened the iron chain and used his own swift speed to avoid the vines.

Looking at the big pit underground, Ka'gath couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't force himself to resist, otherwise he would be dead.

This also made Ka'gath know that although the dead tree was powerful, it was slow.

But in the attacks again and again, Ka'gath had a new impression of this guy, that is, thick skin and flesh.

He didn't know how many times he had attacked it, and although it was left with wounds, the dead tree didn't care.

"Drain its moisture." At this time, an orc wearing a black mask came to his side, "Without moisture, its skin will quickly become brittle."

Kalgath glanced at him, "Flamer, aim at the dead tree, and burn its moisture for me."

The Shattered Hand orcs, who were originally in chaos and fighting on their own, regrouped under Kalgath's loud shouts, covering the orcs with flamethrowers and attacking the dead tree.

Just as Rexxar said, the dead tree's skin began to dry and become brittle, and the dead tree's movements began to slow down.

Taking this opportunity, Kalgath raised the sickle in his hand, took thunderous steps, and fiercely left wounds on the dead tree until it was covered with wounds. Kalgath chopped off his head under Rexxar's persuasion and ordered a withdrawal.