The orc style on the high-level commander's battle axe is too strong and cannot be sold. Generally, ordinary people dare not buy it. As King Lordaeron, she cannot use orc weapons. It is a bit of a waste to keep it in place. Now she is just taking it out for a ‘gift’.

The druid's druid, the orc's orc, she felt that this was very good and harmonious.

She raised the high-level governor's battle axe, and the female orc's eyes were instantly attracted.

"You know this axe too? This is the spoil left by an orc warrior who was defeated by me during the Alliance and the Horde War. The question now is in front of you. Do you want orc weapons or night elf weapons? The choice is up to you. I have something to do, so I will say goodbye first."

Vanessa left the high-level governor's battle axe in place, walked into the fading mist herself, and soon disappeared from the sight of the female orc.

Looking at the oak battle axe in his hand, he looked at the high-level commander battle axe that represented the highest points of orc honor and pride.

The female orc's thoughts collided repeatedly, and Vanessa's words caused a huge effect.

The powerful one is a person, not a weapon!

This axe is the weapon of the night elves!

Should I choose the weapon of the night elf or the weapon of the orc?

Several questions emerged one by one, and she finally made a choice.

In fact, there was nothing to choose from. She threw away the oak tomahawk and picked up the high-level commander's tomahawk.

It is completely in line with the orc's combat style. The high-level general's battle axe is like an extension of her arm. When she swung back and forth twice, the female orc felt that this battle axe was very consistent with her combat style. It was sharp, heavy, and strong, ten thousand times stronger than the previous wooden battle axe.

"Remembering the ancestors, you should keep the ancestors in your heart, not the axe... Maybe this should be your destiny. The druid's weapon returns to the druid's dream." She left the oak battle axe in place, and then quickly swung the high-level governor's battle axe.

It was not until this time that she remembered a question. She forgot to ask the name of the good friend of the tribe before. The fog around her also affected her judgment of appearance. In the eyes of orcs, humans looked similar, and Vanessa covered her tightly and did not show her face at all.

"Forget it, I don't think about it anymore! This axe will definitely cut off Malfurion's dog head!" She shouted loudly and walked into the faint mist on the other side alone.

After half an hour, Vanessa walked out of the darkness only after seeing that she would not come back.

After all, this is Emerald Dream. She has the advantage of home court and cannot deceive the mastermind, but it is still very easy to deceive an orc.

But she was a little confused about why the female orc wanted to kill Malfurio? These two should have no grudges, right?

If you can't figure it out, you won't think about it. Malfurion is not so easy to die. Even if you die, Vodahill can resurrect him. What a big deal!

Vanessa grabbed the oak battle axe.

Broxxiga's soul cannot jump out of opposition. Azeroth also wants to talk about the Basic Law. He is a pure warrior, so he has no ability to place his soul's thoughts in weapons.

Wang Situ once said that the number of days changes and the artifacts are easier, and it is natural to return to those with virtue.

This weapon is a virtuous person. Vanessa looked around and saw that she was a virtuous person who was proficient in the principles of nature nearby! This magical weapon is undoubtedly her!

"Hey!" "Ha!" She picked up the axe and swung it left and right twice.

She is not very good at using axes, but at her current state, one method can understand all things, and a mere axe will not help her.

In her opinion, this axe had surpassed the limit of the artifact, and was somewhat like the ruling leader in the hands of the prophet Viren. This thing was about to reach the level of the holy weapon.

There is still no chance to deal with a true god like Sargeras, but it should be OK to fight a demigod.

I didn't say anything, put it away, hurry up!

Vanessa ran a little anxiously, and a quarter of an hour later, she found herself completely lost...

She felt that she had not penetrated the jade dream, nor did she go to places with strong energy reactions, but she was still trapped in a small circle.

"Come here, come to my side, you took what you shouldn't have, but I forgive you... As long as you surrender to us, we will give you unimaginable power..." A wave of ethereal and unpredictable whispers came from the faint mist.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. Where did this fool come from? She asked disdainfully, "You guys?"

"It's...we, all of this, everything in the dream, everything you think, everything you understand and everything you don't know, here we are..."

"Stop!" Vanessa mobilized the power of the earth, shouted suddenly, and suppressed her whisper.

"The one standing before you is Hope I, Queen Lordaeron, King of Ultralist! Your words are insulting the descendants of Lordaeron, and you are insulting the Queen of Tiris and the ancestors, I am the conqueror of Northrend, the terminator of the deceased natural disasters, the holder of the Covenant of the Seven Kingdoms, the Friends of Quelthalas, the Friends of Oak, the Rescuer, the Restorator, the Restorator, the Hope in the Hope in the Hope!"

She was confused by the long list of titles. This confident look and hope in hope reminded him of some old friends.

"...that's just a worldly honor, not worth mentioning in the face of eternity..." He wanted to bring back the momentum of the conversation.

Vanessa's voice was higher: "I know who you are, Savis, right? You live in the shore of the East Sea forever and serve as Azshara's consultant, and Azshara sank into the sea and surrendered to the Burning Legion, and the Burning Legion retreated to Azeroth!

Magic, magic does not. I don’t know how to govern the country, but I don’t know how to govern the country. The conspiracies and tricks I play with are like jokes. In Azeroth, three-year-old children know the stupid things you do. If you are incompetent, you should conceal your head and try your best to eat and wear food and clothing! How dare you talk about eternity in front of me?

Savis! A man with a tall man, a thief with a beard! You have lived 17,600 years in vain. You have not made any contribution in your life, you can only shake your lips and tongue! You can spread rumors! An old dog with a broken spine dares to bark in front of me. I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Vanessa was righteous and had a power called confidence all over her body. Not only did she suppress the other party in words, but she also seized part of her control in the battle for the dream.

The faint mist in front of her quickly dissipated, and a strange tree that was distorted and deformed to the extreme and ugly appeared in her sight.

This is Savis? This guy can be said to be Malfurion's nemesis. He was initially the advisor of Queen Azshara, and then defected to the Burning Legion and was transformed into the first demon Sartre in the world. Finally, Malfurion planted in this tree.

But this guy should go to Malfurion to take revenge, happiness, etc., what did he do for him?
Chapter completed!