Surrounded by soldiers, the hero who defeated Orgrim with his own hands was sent to the commanders. The great knight Uther jumped up and grabbed the hero's arms, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Standing in front of him was the great knight Turalyon who had disappeared with Marshal Lothar.
"They said you were dead! Killed by that death knight."
Fording also rushed up and looked at Turalyon nervously. His armor was covered with blood and dust, his face was pale, and there were two terrifying scars on his chest and abdomen, as if he had been pierced by a sharp sword.
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A wry smile appeared on Turalyon's pale face. He weakly took a step forward and was immediately supported by Uther. The young paladin wiped his wounds with some fear and whispered:
"Only a little bit, that death knight...Tyrion, just a little bit close to killing me, but his evil soul wants to see the Holy Light surrender in the face of death, which gives me a chance, and the Holy Light finally
Blessed me, but...ugh!"
The Paladin's body spasmed in pain, and he was shaking abnormally. Fording hurriedly called for the Holy Light to heal his brother's injury. Under his treatment, Turalyon recovered with difficulty. He sat
On the ground, he was rubbing his forehead in pain, with veins popping up on his face, but he couldn't say a word.
The assassin following Turalyon, the leader of MI7, Mathias Shore, weakly said for Turalyon:
"The death knight pierced our bodies and left us there to die. If it weren't for the subsequent paladins passing by, we might really die there, but I can feel that the death knight cast evil on us.
With the magic, we...we forgot something."
"Holy light is above!"
Bishop Isenlien, who was urgently summoned, stepped forward quickly. A soft holy light floated in his palms. He put his hand on Turalyon's shoulder and began to check the physical condition of the great knight.
The priests who followed the bishop also began to treat Mr. Shore. They cut off the bandage around Shore's neck. The horrific injuries made the priests' expressions change dramatically. The death knight's ice blade almost completely cut open the assassin's throat.
Logically speaking, one cannot survive such an injury.
"He left us there to die..."
When the Holy Light healed his wounds, Shaw said with difficulty to the knights around him:
"The real life hangs on a thread. Maybe it is the Holy Light that is protecting us in the dark."
Shaw and Turalyon didn't know what happened after they fell. They attributed it to the blessing of the Holy Light. But in fact, Tyrion, who had left the Burning Plains, was sure that in the magic sword Apocalypse he carried with him,
, there are definitely two souls that belong to Turalyon and Shore.
But if their souls have been taken away by the death knight, then who are these two guys standing in front of everyone?
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An orc warlock who was escaping in a hurry ran around the battlefield in a daze. He was holding a bone staff in his hand and carefully avoided the pursuers behind him. However, after crossing a hill, he ran straight into the Paladins in front.
In the encirclement, he screamed, turned around and ran away, but the leading paladin had already rushed over on his war horse. When he approached, the sharp sword chopped off the head of the escaping warlock, and his head flew into the air.
Alessandro Mograine, Lord Paladin from Lordaeron, pulled the reins of his horse and threw the bloody sword in his hand to the attendant who stepped forward. The Paladin moved his wrist with some intention.
De Zhizhi looked at the cleared battlefield behind him, and then looked back at the carriage containing important prisoners behind him.
There were 20 paladins and nearly 50 cavalry around the carriage guarding it. Even during the break, there were several guards guarding the carriage, watching the surrounding battlefield vigilantly. This kind of guardian's vigilance,
It represents the important identity of this prisoner.
The orc chief Orgrim was finally captured on the battlefield. The paralyzing toxin in his body had not dissipated. The orc chief could only sit cross-legged in the caged carriage. He looked very depressed, but to be honest, besides
Apart from the wounds made by the excited soldiers when he was captured, the knights who escorted him did not mistreat him.
"With all due respect, Lord Mograine, it is a long distance from here to Lordaeron. It is too unsafe to go by land. There are orc scum everywhere trying to rescue him."
Squire Fairbanks walked up to the chopped down orc warlock and began to search for the trophies. While looking through the things the warlock carried, he said to his commander:
"We haven't even left the Burning Plains, and we have already been attacked more than a dozen times. Orgrim's status in the hearts of the orcs is really high."
The attendant's concern made Mograine nod. As a high-ranking noble of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and a devout believer in the Holy Light, he was not afraid of fighting, but the mission of escorting Orgrim was too important for him.
The situation must be assessed, so after the attendant expressed his worries, the paladin lord touched his stubble and whispered:
"So I won't take the land route, Fairbanks. We will go to the port of Stormwind City. Although the city is abandoned, the port can still be used. There we will take the fleet led by His Majesty Daelin and sail all the way to
Nanhai Town, and then return to Lordaeron City."
The brave Lord Paladin took a deep breath and looked at the desolate land around him. There was a trace of fatigue and a trace of relaxation in his eyes.
"Fortunately, the war is over. Except for the orcs hiding in the Black Stone Tower, the other orcs have fled to the Dark Portal. Let Uther and the others do the rest."
"Seriously, sir, I don't understand why we have to send Orgrim all the way back to Lordaeron. Wouldn't it be better to kill him on the battlefield?"
Fairbanks walked back to Mograine holding a wooden box, and he whispered:
"Every soldier on this battlefield is unwilling to let him live."
"Fairbanks, you are an excellent soldier, but you are not a qualified commander."
Alessandro Mograine shook his head, a subtle smile appeared on his face. He coughed lightly, lowered his voice, and spoke to his most trusted lieutenant:
"Actually, the war was over at the moment the tribe collapsed. What followed was the continuation of politics. Because the order of the human world has changed too much in this war, our king urgently needs to prove the national strength of Lordaeron.
The spoils of war are used to win more chips when reshaping a new order after the war."
"The Kingdom of Alterac that betrayed the Alliance is finished. How to deal with the territory of this country is a troublesome matter. In this case, sending Orgrim to Lordaeron will serve as a sign of the true end of the war.
The royal capital will judge the warchief, and the king himself will declare that the war is over and peace has come... Just think about that scene, Fairbanks and Lordaeron will be the real victors."
Mograine smiled, reached out and patted the adjutant on the shoulder:
"After this battle, you will also become a noble. You still have a lot to learn."
"This sounds too complicated. For a fool like me, this is much harder than killing an orc with a sword."
Fairbanks shrugged his shoulders, reached out and handed the wooden box in his hand to the officer:
"This is your trophy, sir. It looks like a rare black crystal stone. It is very beautiful and fits your identity very well."
Mograine took the box and opened it. The box contained an irregular thick crystal. As Fairbanks said, the crystal clear interior was filled with bright light spots that scattered like starlight.
The black halo looks so beautiful, as if a whole starry sky has crashed into the crystal.
“Looks really good!”
The well-informed noble Mograine had never seen such a beautiful and pure crystal. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to take out the crystal, but the moment his fingers touched the surface of the crystal, the darkness inside the crystal
It suddenly flowed and covered Mograine's fingertips. The uncontrollable sting caused the Paladin to retract his fingers suddenly, and the black crystal fell to the ground.
"This thing is weird!"
Mograine let out a cry of pain. Fairbanks looked back and saw that Mograine's strong gauntlets had been corroded to the point of disgrace. The skin on his palms had been burned by fire.
Even the skin was burned with horrific wounds. The holy light in Mograine's body rippled in the palm of his hand, healing the strange wounds with difficulty.
"This is evil!"
Fairbanks' eyes became sharp. He drew out his long sword and slashed at the black crystal at his feet. However, the blade collided with the crystal, making a sound like metal collision. Sparks danced on the surface of the crystal. This force
A powerful and heavy blow failed to break this strange black crystal.
"Put it in a box, Fairbanks!"
Mograine sat cross-legged on the ground and used holy light to heal the wounds on his palms. He looked at the black crystal and said in a deep voice:
"Take it back and show it to Your Majesty Fa'ao. This crystal is weird, but I can feel that it is not evil."
A moment later, the team escorting Orgrim set off again. Alessandro Mograine's left hand was already wrapped with a thick bandage. He did not know what his trophy was, nor did he know what the crystal would be like in the future.
What kind of glory and nightmare will it bring him, but at least for now, he is enjoying the alliance's victory and his own victory.
The tribe is finished! The war is over.
"Look at these frightened orcs, they are like rats running away in a hurry. They are still as powerful as they used to be."
Luminas, the death knight riding on the back of the undead dragon, pointed disdainfully at the fleeing orcs below. On the already desolate black swamp, the orcs escaping from the battlefield of the Burning Plains were escaping with difficulty, just like
They are like a group of gangsters on the move.
The frontal battlefield failed, and the gate of Blackrock Tower was closed. The desperate orcs could only flee to where they came from, the Dark Portal. They tried to pass there and return to their own world, but behind them, the Alliance's advance army had already crossed
In Redridge Mountain, a stronghold was built at the entrance to the Black Swamp. The human knights hunted to their heart's content on this dark red barren land. The orcs who had lost their fighting spirit had no intention of resisting.
"The only ones left in the Burning Plains are the Blackstone Clan."
Grokush, who controls the undead dragon, is introducing the escapees below to his brothers and sisters. When it comes to understanding the orc clan, no one in the Dark Blade Knights knows it better than him.
"The Blackrock Orcs occupied Blackrock Tower. Most of those who fled were members of the Burning Blade, Bloodband and other small clans. Their chieftain died in the battle. Even if they escaped back to Draenor, they would be eaten up by other clans in an instant.
net."
Grokush shook his head and said with some regret:
"Actually, if Orgrim could gather the three big clans remaining in Draenor in advance, the alliance might not win. Warsong, Shatterhand and Thunder King clans are the most brave and capable group of lunatics in the tribe.
It's a pity that excessive drinking of demon blood burned out their heads and turned them into a bunch of bloodthirsty bastards without any sense of honor."
"This has nothing to do with us anymore."
Tyrion stood up behind the undead dragon and looked at the Dark Door surrounded by mountains below. The huge, dark green magic storm was like a huge open mouth. Those who fled into the Dark Door in a hurry
The orcs at the door seemed to be swallowed up by this huge mouth.
The orcs escaping from the rear were in no order at all. They were pushing each other or looking downcast. Some of the orcs were riding ferocious wolves, while more orcs came here on foot. They were already exhausted and seemed to
They are unwilling to stay for even one second in this world where they have suffered humiliation and failure.
The orc army that was originally guarding here has received news of the failure from the defeated troops. They have withdrawn to Draenor as a whole, so now there are only a bunch of scattered camps and burned supplies left here, which looks very different.
The desolation outside is just like the tribe's situation at this time.
"Get down, Grokush."
Tyrion saw the looming shadow in the ruins, and a stiff smile appeared on his lips:
