The low bell rings in the dusk, signaling the end of a day's work.
People in the medieval civilization period did not have much entertainment, so every time this time came, the taverns in the streets and alleys of Lordaeron always had a good business, but today was an exception. At this time, there were almost no people on the streets that should have been bustling.
There was no one around, and even the owners of the taverns had locked their doors.
The traces left by the attack on the city 2 months ago are still vivid in my mind. Looking out from the city square, I can see that the towering tower at the entrance to Lordaeron is still incomplete. If your sense of smell is good enough, you can even smell it.
There was a faint smell of fireworks, as if the smoke of the fierce battle had never dissipated from the sky above this city.
Two large cemeteries were built, located under the hillside of Tirisfal Monastery. During these two months, people who lost their loved ones and friends would always go there to express their condolences.
But life has to go on, so today, two months later, order in the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been restored bit by bit under the control of the ministers.
But the return of peaceful days does not mean that the people have forgotten their hatred...In fact, this kind of hatred embellished with blood will probably take several years to fade away from the hearts of the people and be passed down through generations.
, and then it will gradually die out.
"Kill him!"
"Off with his head!"
"Butcher! Executioner! Murderer!"
The side door of the city square was slowly opened, and a prison van escorted by 30 fully armed knights drove out of the dark passage. Seeing the sunlight again, Orgrim, who was sitting in the prison van, couldn't help but raise his hand.
He shielded his eyes. This action made the heavy chains that trapped him rattle, and the appearance of the orc chief also made the square filled with citizens boil.
Everyone was shouting the murderer's name, their fists clenched, their eyes full of anger and hatred. Whether they were old people who were kind to others or young people who had just grown up, their faces were full of twisted and ferocious expressions, and they wanted to choose someone.
And eat.
If the soldiers had not blocked the roads on both sides of the square, Orgrim would have been taken out of the prison car and quartered by these crazy citizens. In fact, if it were not for this public trial, the demand for it would not have been allowed.
If you bring any projectiles into the arena, Orgrim's prison van will be completely overwhelmed by rotten leaves and rotten eggs.
"hehe"
The orc chief sitting in the prison car looked around and saw the madness of the citizens. He shook his head and let out a disdainful laugh.
"What are you laughing at? Orc!"
The great lord Alessandro Mograine, who was leading the knights forward, turned to look at Orgrim and asked in a deep voice:
"Are you scared out of your mind by the impending trial?"
"I was just laughing at them..."
Orgrim pointed at the human civilians who kept shouting, and he whispered:
"Most of them have never even seen me. When I led my army to besiege Lordaeron, they could only hide under the bed and tremble. But what about now?"
"Look at them, it seems that everyone has become a messenger of justice, eager to kill me, the evil person... You said, if your king sentences me to be executed in the arena, among these "warriors",
How many people have the guts to face me face to face?"
"Ha... after all, this is the fate of losers."
Orgrim snorted, and his eyes were focused on the row of seats above the city square in front of him that shone in the sun. Those official leaders from the alliance were wearing their best clothes and sitting upright.
Enjoying the cheers of the citizens and the glory of being the victor.
The orc chief squinted his eyes and looked at the knights around him. He stopped talking and became silent again.
After a moment, this sturdy prison car with an inscription stopped at the bottom of the square. As tens of thousands of people watched, the old king Terenas Menethil, wearing the king's dress and ribbon, stood up.
, this action made all the citizens present quiet down.
Even the anxious air became quiet, and everyone knew that the trial was about to begin.
The old king stared sharply at Orgrim, who was resting in the prison car below with his eyes closed. He reached out and took the scroll handed over by the knight Uther. He coughed lightly and read in a deep voice:
"Orgrim Doomhammer, leader of the orc invaders!"
"In the past seven years, you and your barbarians have wantonly trampled on the order of the human world and brutally killed countless of our compatriots. Under the watchful eyes of the Holy Light and the Alliance, the crimes you have committed are countless!"
The young king Varian Wrynn, who represented the Kingdom of Stormwind, was sitting next to King Terenas. The 17-year-old young man held his sword hilt in his left hand. During the clear and slow trial of King Terenas, he
The scene of his father's death appeared in front of his eyes, and he recalled the scene of Stormwind City being breached and the towering fire rushing into the sky.
This made the little king feel a kind of utter hatred in his heart. He wished he could jump off the trial seat right now and stab the orc in the prison car to death with his long sword!
"The orc wars in the Hillsbrad Foothills, the Hinterlands, and Quel'Thalas resulted in heavy casualties among Alliance members. The souls of those heroic victims are watching us from the sky, and they are also looking forward to this war.
The end of the world, and the judgment of those who have committed the most heinous crimes!”
The scepter in the old king's hand touched the ground, and with the expansion of the amplification magic, the sound was like a bell, recalling in the hearts of the citizens.
"Now, in the name of the King of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Orc Chief Orgrim Doomhammer, I hereby pronounce my sentence!"
"Shua"
Everyone in the square stood up straight, and the knights raised their sharp weapons wrapped with ribbons high. Next to Orgrim's prison car, it was like a forest of blades piercing out of the ground.
"Orgrim, you have committed crimes against humanity, war crimes, poisoning, murder..."
A long list of accusations came out of the old king's mouth. His eyes staring at Orgrim became more and more indifferent. Finally, the old king stopped and took a deep breath:
"In the name of the Alliance, under the gaze of the Holy Light, I declare that Orgrim Doomhammer will be sentenced to imprisonment. You will repent for your sins in captivity without freedom until your death.
That day!”
This verdict made everyone present wide-eyed. After a moment, the uproar broke out and the citizens shouted in a chaotic manner. It was clear from their angry arms waving that they did not accept this verdict.
This is too slight! How could Orgrim not die?
Why doesn't this orc die?
And in this noisy sound, the orc chief who had been silent suddenly spoke. Even without the amplification magic, his roar-like voice spread throughout the square. He stood up from the prison car and faced
The human kings above the square roared:
"I have guessed it a long time ago! You must have prepared a long list of high-sounding accusations for me, but I know that the reason why they can speak so impassionedly is because the people standing on the battlefield are soldiers under your command, not you yourself...
.”
"Do you know? Terenas Menethil..."
Orgrim stood up straight, and under the gazes and roars of tens of thousands of people, his voice became deeper:
"I have no complaints about being killed by your soldiers on the battlefield, but this kind of trial, coming from you cowardly kings, is really a shame...I have never seen you on the battlefield, you have not
You are qualified to judge me!”
"You don't even dare to kill me! Why? You are afraid that my death will cause the remaining orcs in this world to cause chaos again, right?"
A trace of undisguised disdain flashed across the warchief's face, and the chain on his wrist rang. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Terenas above, and said in a deep voice:
"Cowards! This is your civilization! This is why you fail so many times!"
"You sentence me to life imprisonment? OK! I accept it!"
The great chief moved his neck and said with a ferocious smile:
"I will cherish my life, kings, nobles, and humans! I will see with my own eyes that your cowardly civilization suffers war again, and I will watch you grovel...I will look forward to this scene!"
"Shut up!"
The great knight Mograine swung his sword scabbard and hit the warchief hard on the leg, forcing him to half kneel in the prison car. The warchief did not resist. On the contrary, his eyes turned to the man next to Terenas.
The little king stared hard at Varian Wrynn and roared hoarsely:
"Human boy, you hate me, right? You hate me for killing your father?"
"Come and take revenge! Stab me to death with one sword! You wear the king's crown on your head. Are you still afraid of me, a prisoner tied up in chains?"
"ah!"
The still young Varian pulled out the hilt of the sword from his waist with a swipe, but was pinned down by Dailin who was standing next to him. The roaring orc chief was also escorted out of the trial court by the knights. Ogre
Mu's reaction completely explained what it means to be unwilling, and this rebuttal added another fire to the lively atmosphere at the scene.
The whole square was boiling like boiling water. The reprimanded old king did not pay attention to the people's dissatisfaction. He maintained the king's etiquette. After the trial, he and King Greymane of Gilneas and Si
King Thoras of Tomgarde returns to court.
There has yet to be a proper solution to the problem of how to deal with the tens of thousands of orc captives after the war.
King Daelin of Kul Tiras, who was walking at the end, watched everything in front of him with cold eyes. He patted Varian on the shoulder and said softly:
"It's just the death struggle of the orcs...Little Varian, remember Orgrim's face, remember that expression, it...is called a loser!"
"Um."
Little King Varian nodded, and then heard the cold voice of King Dailin:
"Remember the dissatisfaction of the people and listen to their voices. Orgrim is actually right. Our alliance is too cowardly. In my opinion, all those orc captives should be killed..."
This sentence made little Varian a little tangled. Even though he had just entered the social circle of kings, he had received an education from King Ryan. Little Varian knew very well that this was actually King Dailin.
Hint him to support the suggestion of killing the orc captives.
"Your Majesty Dai Lin..."
Varian Wrynn thought for a moment. While sitting in the same carriage with Dailin, the little king looked at the admiral in front of him and whispered:
"Uncle Lothar once told me that life is the king's currency, and I must learn to make good use of it. I am thinking that if the lives of our people are precious currency, then the lives of orcs must also be a currency... Even if
It's so bad that even if it's worth very little, you wouldn't throw your money into the water, would you?"
Little Varian's answer made King Daelin a little disappointed. He frowned and looked at the successor who was about to return to the southern part of the continent and rebuild the Wrynn family dynasty. His fingers were beating on his legs. Finally, he whispered
explain:
"I am a king, and so are you, Varian. If this is your decision, then I have no right to interfere, but what I want to say is that maybe in your opinion, forgiving your enemy is a noble act, but
Let me tell you, this is not the kindness of a king. Our kindness can only be given to our own people, not to a group of invaders..."
"If your father made this decision, what would he do?"
After saying these words, Dai Lin closed his eyes. After a moment, he lost the majesty of the king, and like a kind elder, he reached out and patted Varian on the shoulder:
"You have a very good relationship with Arthas. I want my little baby Jaina to join your small circle. Before you go back to Stormwind City, talk to her more. Drake's injury is really a big deal.
My little cutie is scared."
"Well..."
Varian blinked, smiled and said to Dai Lin:
"But sister Jaina seems to be more willing to play with her peers. I think I shouldn't disturb her and Arthas. Maybe tomorrow...the day after tomorrow, I will go see Prince Drake as a friend.
go."
"Hahaha, that's fine, that's fine."
His Majesty Dai Lin touched his beard and said softly:
"The current King of Stormwind Kingdom should indeed become friends with the future King of Kul Tiras. Little Varian, don't imitate your grandfather and your father. You have personally experienced the disadvantages of the isolation policy. I hope that in your
Under his leadership, the Kingdom of Stormwind can strengthen its relationships with other nations of humanity."
"At least in my opinion, Kul Tiras and the Kingdom of Stormwind have no territorial disputes. We should naturally stand together..."
