Lost Justice (Special): All attributes +1, movement speed +20%, special effects: hostile camp favorability +3, equipment requirement level, no durability.

Of course, all attributes +1 is a pit. It is purely made up for numbers, so it is better not to add them. What interested Lu Li is actually the thing about favorability of the hostile camp. He is not unfamiliar with this. In his previous life, he heard that the Star Guild cut me seventy-two times and there was an alliance camp favorability of 5. It is said that he can go shopping in Stormwind City.

Judging from the number of additions, Lu Li's lost justice is a little worse, but Lu Li's addition is not just the favorability of the tribe camp. If a tribe player got this badge, then the favorability of the alliance is added.

The only pity is that this belongs to a badge. Each player only has two badge positions. If you want to equip this thing, you must remove one badge and replace it.

However, it is not a problem to do tasks. After all, there is no need to fight and the movement speed is increased.

And the messenger, Lu Li, actually knew the orc leader who had mocked him for being unable to get to the Wind Controller. When he saw Lu Li, he changed his previous mocking face. Instead, he took two steps and slapped his left chest with his right hand and asked solemnly: "Warrior from the forest, do you need any help?"

Strictly speaking, Ruger is a neutral NP, after all, the current Stonard league can also come.

But at first and then respectful, it still blinded Lu Li's krypton gold dog eyes. This is just to increase the favorability of the three points of the camp. No wonder I was cut seventy-two times and I could walk in Stormwind City with a thing that added five more favorable.

I just don’t know what the situation would be if I used a fraud bead and then put on a badge.

Lu Li dared not try now, he was afraid of trouble.

"Dear Messenger, I am entrusted to come and inquire about some news..."

After listening to Lu Li’s story, the messenger Ruerge pondered for a while, and his face looked a little unpleasant: "Forgive me, do you suspect that you have hidden the order given by your superiors? Elf, I hope you can clear your eyes. Ruerge is not the first day he has become a messenger!"

"I'm sorry, but an orc soul wanders in the wilderness of the Cursed Land. He needs an answer," Lu Li said.

"Well, I can understand your mood. If it weren't for the responsibility, I think I would be willing to visit him. The chief's personal guards are the most loyal heroes of the tribe," the commemorative officer Ruerge calmed down. He recalled for a while and said, "But I sent someone to send the chief's order a long time ago."

"Who is it? Can you still find them now?" Lu Li asked immediately.

"Because it was the order of Chief Thal, I sent a whole squad of people, and only one soldier named Bengore survived. If he could still be called surviving, it is said that he can only feed on tubes and can hardly speak."

"Oh, is only he aware of this?" Lu Li asked.

"I'm afraid yes," said the messenger Ruerge, blaming himself: "I blame me for this. I should send someone to continue to investigate. Bengore is in the wounded barracks behind, and the swamp is full of dangerous creatures. If you want to go, be careful."

Thanking him for his kindness, Lu Li had to go to the wounded barracks to see it. I hope he can speak now. As for whether he will die, Lu Li is not worried. After all, he is a tasked np.

Because of the lost justice, Lu Li easily stepped into the wounded camp.

Bengore was in a tent that looked ordinary and ordinary wounded soldiers. His condition was very bad. The originally strong soldier was now lying straight on the animal skin shop, dying. An old orc who was taking care of him said that his life would probably not last too long.

The conflict in the camp faded life and death. It should have been a sad thing, but it created pleasure for no reason.

Lu Li squatted down next to the wounded orc soldier and asked about the order.

Bengore's originally scattered gaze seemed to suddenly move. He struggled to sit up, but could only squirm like a bug.

Lu Li couldn't bear to see it anymore and reached out to hold the other person. He never knew that the orc who was as thick as a cow could also be so thin. Then he heard Bengore's subtle voice.

"The order...yes...we received...the order. On the way to the curse land, we were ambushed..." Bengore coughed violently, as if the past had been very exciting to him, but he continued: "The fishman...man many fishman...one of them, called the Swamp Talker, snatched the order from my hand, and then...the spear inserted into my skull. It should be in the east...the cave..."

After spitting out the last two words, he fainted.

Lu Li gently put him down, then summoned the reins of the headless knight and rushed towards the east of the barracks.

If it were an ordinary player, he would definitely not be able to find the place he was looking for in the wilderness, but there was no possibility for Lu Li, so he came directly to this fishman gathering place.

The cave of the fishman is not very deep, and is similar to the places where most other fishman tribes live. It is damp, slippery, and dark, plus a fishy smell unique to the fishman's body. A race appears almost in every corner of Azeroth, and often does everything evil.

Although there are many fishmen guarding the cave, they still do not have the ability to discover a thief who is good at hiding.

So without much effort, Lu Li found the swamp talker, a gray-skinned fishman. It was this guy who brought the fishman to ambush the tribe soldiers who delivered the letter and took away the chief's order. In fact, Lu Li never understood what these fishman wanted to do?

I have never seen such a dying race. It was the order of Chief Thrall. The battle situation is tight now, otherwise there would be orc warriors to flatten the place.

But no matter what, Lu Li needs to do now is to get the order and hand it over to the soul of the deceased who is still waiting for the intersection.

The Swamp Talent is not easy to deal with. He is not only good at lightning magic, but also has a little bit of healing. Under normal circumstances, it is best to come in a team to do this task. No matter how bad it is, he has to bring a companion as a helper. That is, a master like Lu Li can face the elite monster at level 60 alone.

Soon a dead fish collapsed in front of Lu Li.

Next he needs to endure the disgust and search, praying that the Black Hand Halo will not come out to make trouble at this time. Do you know how often this kind of quest monster will be refreshed.

Fortunately, an envelope appeared in Lu Li's hand and checked the name. Yes, this is the command of the chief.

Flying over the wounded barracks, Lu Li did not stop and told Bengore that he had killed the fishman, it was meaningless, and it would be better to complete the task quickly. This time he finally borrowed a Wind Controller from Stonard, and the 280 mount flew like lightning. The most important thing was not to go around and wander around like him. All the air units that met the Wind Controller along the way were retreating, which made Lu Li suspected that the Wind Controller was at least level 60.
Chapter completed!