Chapter 50: Trying to Be a Hero and Save the Beauty

Nergo climbed to another high mountain, looking at the pale lady who seemed not far away, and beat a strange yet familiar tune with one hand.

He hummed a strange song.

"Grassland, grassland, the vast grassland is endless..."

At the same time, the other hand touched his waist. Although the water bag on his waist was empty, there were still a few bags of strong liquor in the magic pocket tied there for him to drink.

Drowning his sorrow in wine?

No, it was not because of this. Nergo did not care about not being able to communicate with his ancestors. It was no big deal. Anyway, he did not expect him to know everything.

In the dark night, on the mountain, beating the drum and humming.

These elements together actually have an unexpected harmony.

"When are we going to contact him?"

Not far away, Sylvanas carefully examined the orc who was said to be able to change the world.

At the same time, due to Chromie's spell, they were not discovered by these orcs and their shamans.

She has been secretly spying on everything about him these days.

She was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity that would allow her to leave a deep impression in Nergo's heart.

Beside her, Chromie stared curiously at the small drum in Nergo's hand. "We are still a few days late."

Sylvanas turned around, lowered her head and stared at him straight. "You mean you want me to be a hero and save the beauty?"

Okay, this word sounds a bit strange.

But Chromie was very happy that Sylvanas understood what he meant, "Yes, I have observed their customs. It is very dangerous or even impossible to defeat an ogre mage at his age. If you can show up at that time..."

"Then I will leave a deep impression on him." Sylvanas whispered, "It's not too late now."

"What do you want to do?" Chromie's voice is very lively. Of course, as long as you ignore the fact that this bronze dragon with the appearance of a female dwarf is a male core, he is indeed quite cute.

"If there is no danger, then I will create one for him." Sylvanas' eyes flashed with a strange red light, "I will control a beast. I think those cleft-hoofed bulls or thunder elephants are good."

Sylvanas did not finish her words, but this did shock Chromie a little, "Are you crazy? If he knew, our plan would be ruined."

"Why should he know?" Sylvanas asked back.

"But..." Chromie thought about it and found that this trick was indeed quick and convenient, "It's up to you. If it fails, we can only go back to this time and start again."

It must be said that working with Sylvanas is indeed different from that of adventurers. If it is an adventurer, he should be thick-skinned to chat up at this time, and then be an errand boy for a while to gain trust.

And Sylvanas pays more attention to efficiency. Chromie has no doubt that if it is not for a powerful ally, she has already begun to prepare for the plague to clean the ground and pretend to be a savior in front of the orcs.

"What a bad woman who will do anything." Chromie murmured.

Sylvanas heard it, but didn't care. Everyone she knew and didn't know thought she was a monster. Compared with that, the name of a bad woman was no different from a compliment.

"But you're being too deliberate." Chromie reminded, "How could such a big cow break into the orcs' gathering place?"

And it was in the mountains.

Not to mention that it's not certain whether a beast is dangerous.

Sylvanas thought for a moment, "You're right."

She was too naive. The orcs were different from the other races she had come into contact with.

When she was his age, she was proud enough to hunt a magic spring mountain cat, but for the orcs, maybe it was just a bigger pet, and it was not even certain whether it could catch the eyes of the hunters.

"I have an idea." Chromie muttered.

"There is a special kind of orcs in Nagrand. They are all shamans who are lost in the whispers of the void." Chromie said hesitantly: "We can try to control such a white orc. The power of the void they master should create an opportunity for your heroic rescue plan."

"Good idea." Sylvanas closed her eyes.

White orcs sound like the cultists in Azeroth. Although she lives in the Undercity, it does not mean that she knows nothing about these followers of the Old Gods.

"You and me, with our strength, it should be effortless to catch a white orc." Chromie said softly.

"If they are the same as those crazy people in Azeroth." Sylvanas's mouth corners rose slightly, "I may not even need your help."

As we all know, things mixed with the void are more or less crazy, and the spell of mind control happens to be super effective for such weak-willed crazy people.

"I think I understand what you mean." Chromie is no stranger to the special skills of banshees. "According to the information shown to me by the Lord of Time, except for those high-ranking members, the rest of the white orcs are crazy."

"That's easy." Sylvanas cleared her throat, "Don't waste time, let's go now."

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When Arthas led his army to invade Quel'Thalas, after Sylvanas died in battle, Arthas came up with a good idea to torture the ranger general and her soldiers - transforming them into banshees.

And the Banshee's ability is mind control.

In the underground caves of Nagrand, Sylvanas shuttled through them with a nimble figure.

Effortlessly, a lone white orc was controlled by her.

"Chromie." Sylvanas said to Chromie: "Use your spell, hurry up."

Everyone knows that delay will lead to changes.

Since there are these lunatics, it is possible that there may be the existence of the Old Gods in this world. Sylvanas dare not bet on what the Old Gods of this world are capable of.

Even if the Old Gods do not discover her existence, it will be a big trouble for the white orcs to discover her.

"Get ready for another time travel!"

Chromie chose to go back, taking Sylvanas and her white orc pet with her.

"Grassland, grassland, the vast grassland is endless..."

It was the mountain just now, and the song just now.

The bronze dragon's time power made them return to the past.

"It's up to you next." Chromie blinked.

Sylvanas nodded, and the white orc looked around vigilantly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Perhaps he was a little overwhelmed by the change in the environment.

But then, the madman's IQ began to take over, and the white orc's nature took effect.

He began to act according to his nature.