At the same moment Tyrion fell, Saurfang's mountain-like body also collapsed.
The orc warlord who fell on the ground was breathing heavily, just like when he was young, he went hunting with his brother, got separated in the big storm of Frostfire Ridge, and faced two hungry frost wolves alone.
It's the same as every battle.
He was almost torn apart by the wolf's kiss, but he finally won and brought glory to himself and his brother for the first time.
Saurfang was born in the world of Draenor. When he first opened his eyes, it was still a beautiful and vibrant world.
It was the hometown of the orcs, among the distant stars, and the world of Azeroth where he was currently located, separated by an almost insurmountable path of stars.
Saurfang grew up in Frostfire Ridge, the barren and coldest place in the world of Draenor, home to the powerful Thunder King Clan and Frostwolf Clan. He almost saw with his own eyes how the noble orcs fought in Demon Blood.
He became bloodthirsty and crazy during the baptism, but unfortunately, Saurfang did not stop this, he joined it.
In less than 10 years, the world went from prosperity to death. This was certainly not caused by the orcs, but they and their world became victims of the conspiracy of a higher power, and the final note of this conspiracy was
, pointing to another world that would not have interacted with Draenor at all...Azeroth.
In the past, Saurfang fought for the killing desire surging in his body. It was not considered noble, and it was even scorned by Saurfang's nature. But now, although the demon blood in his body still makes him violent,
But he fought to find a new world for his people.
It's a great mission now that their world is dying.
In order to realize it, Saurfang will do anything, even if it means becoming a bloody butcher with both hands...
Likewise, Saurfang will not stop fighting and will not surrender to death until he sees this great mission accomplished with his own eyes!
His eyes fell on Tyrion's twisted body in the distance. Although he didn't want to admit it, this time, if he hadn't been lucky enough, he might have been killed by that lone wolf who was as crazy and as ruthless as the elf cub.
...
Although he was seriously injured before this battle, Saurfang has never been one to hide his failure. The strength and vitality of orcs are naturally several times higher than that of humans and elves, and their opponents are also not in their prime.
The body, in this case, can fight a tribal warrior like him to this extent...
Strength and combat skills are never the protagonists of a battle...an unyielding, fiery will is.
Although the crazy elf ranger died in the end,...
"you win..."
"You are...a true warrior!"
Nearly ten minutes later, Saurfang finally recovered from the weakness after the violent rage. He stood up holding his wound, leaning on the tree trunk, breathing heavily, and at this moment, strange birdsong and
The sound of flapping wings came from far away.
"Hula hula"
This sound made Saurfang immediately alert. He carried the battle ax behind his back with difficulty, dragged Tyrion's cold body, and returned to the dead silence when the light of dawn filled the land.
In the forest.
Saurfang did not notice that the moment he dragged the ranger's body, the blood-stained leaf-shaped pendant slipped from Tyrion's hand and was left in the woods like a lost treasure, but with this orc warlord
His character, even if he noticed it, he would pretend he didn't see it...
Real orcs have always been very tolerant towards respectable opponents, except, of course, those killers who have been addicted to the desire for destruction.
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"Ahem..."
A few days later, in the swamps leading to the middle of the continent, filled with swamps and dangerous beasts, two orcs were struggling to advance. At the forefront of the confrontation between the Seven Kingdoms Alliance of Humans and the orc tribes, they were not out of danger yet.
Red carried the seriously injured Saurfang on his back, dragging two simple wooden boxes behind him. The Overseer's heavy armor was fixed on the wooden boxes. With every step he took, Red Blackhand had to take a breath.
It is very difficult to move forward in the swamp. The most important thing is that in the crazy pursuit of the pursuers, Red has not slept for 2 days and 2 nights, and Saurfang behind him has entered due to wound infection.
In a near-death state, his body temperature was frighteningly high.
To be honest, Red has not thought about leaving Saurfang halfway. This will not only help him get rid of his pursuers, but also shoulder the responsibility for the mission failure. At least he can put a large part of the responsibility on Saurfang.
On Rufal.
But after much thought, Red Blackhand could never make up his mind.
On the one hand, after his father, Blackhand, the previous war chief of the tribe, died, it was Saurfang and other warlords who came to help and protected him and his brother at the most dangerous time.
On the other hand, Red's hatred for the current tribe is more focused on the warchief Orgrim Doomhammer, who personally killed his father, and Gul'dan, the leader of the Stormrage clan. Sasha, who tried his best to teach him martial arts,
Rufaal is innocent.
So under almost impossible circumstances, Red took Saurfang all the way from the hinterland of the human kingdom back to the area controlled by the tribe. From this aspect, Red Blackhand is more like Dra
The traditional orcs of the Norse period, although reckless and aggressive, still had their own persistence and bottom line.
"Red, I can't do it anymore...ahem..."
Saurfang lay down behind Red with difficulty and whispered: "I'm just a burden, just throw me away."
"No! Hold on, Overseer!"
Reid gritted his teeth and continued moving forward in the vast wetland. He said in a deep voice:
"We are almost there, Grim Batol, right in front of us!"
"I heard the shouts of those dwarves, did I hear it wrong?"
Saurfang looked back with difficulty, but due to his serious illness, he could not see anything clearly. Red carefully placed Saurfang on the muddy ground. He took a big breath and reached out to pick up the blood.
Spotted's sword looked back at the dwarves rushing up in the swamp behind him.
"You heard that right, Overseer, look, you can actually still fight..."
Red Blackhand, who was hungry and hungry, showed a difficult smile. He said to Saurfang: "Wait a moment, Overseer, I will kill them all...Soon, I will be back soon!"
"No! Red, don't go! I...I'll buy you time!"
Saurfang didn't know the current situation of the two people. He stood up with difficulty, grabbed his spine battle ax, and pushed Red into the water behind him. His strength was not like that of a seriously ill orc.
, he shouted loudly without looking back:
"Run! Leave me alone, run back...tell the warchief, I...I died like a real orc!"
"Run!".
"ah!!"
Seeing Saurfang, who was unable to stand still, leaning against the wooden box and slapping his chest at the rushing bronze-bearded dwarves, Red also felt a sense of glory that belonged to the orcs that had been lost for a long time.
He did not retreat or run away like a coward. On the contrary, he took a step forward, holding the sword in his hand, and stood in front of Saurfang.
"You can't steal all the fun of this battle by yourself, Overseer..."
Red laughed, as if he didn't take the dwarves in front of him seriously at all:
"After I die, there will still be Maimu, Overseer, and Blackstone's bloodline. I hope I can set a good example for them..."
Saurfang panted and propped himself up with his axe. He stretched out his hand and put it on Red's shoulder:
"I learned a saying from that elf... very suitable for now."
"Today, you and I will go to hell together!"
The two desperate orcs laughed and patted their chests, raised their weapons together, and shouted to challenge the exiled dwarves of Khaz Modan:
"Lok "tar ogar!!!"
At the moment when they thought they would die, a low roar sounded from the dark sky above their heads. Reid raised his head and saw a huge red dragon swooping down from the clouds and facing the charging dwarves.
Breathing wildly, the scorching flames ignited everything in front of them.
"It's our people! Overseer! We are saved!!!"
The excited Red raised his arms and cheered, but when he turned around, he saw Saurfang with a smile on his face, lying in the muddy and dirty swamp.
"Overseer! Overseer, what's wrong with you!...Don't die! We are saved! Open your eyes!!"
"Saurfang, open your eyes, this way of death! This kind of death is not what you are pursuing!!!"
Almost at the same time, Lor'themar, who was recuperating in the Wildhammer Castle in Eagle's Nest Mountain, opened his eyes.
The dwarves of the Wildhammer rarely communicate with the outside world. They live in the mountains of the Hinterlands in an almost primitive manner. After settling here more than 200 years ago, they became allies with powerful beasts like griffons.
, and there are no blind bastards trying to challenge their status in the Hinterlands.
Well, those trolls all over the world don't count...Theoretically speaking, all civilized places in the world now are actually the territories of the troll empires in ancient times. It's a pity that future generations are not up to par and can't keep the inheritance.
Precisely because of the special isolation of the Hinterlands in the eastern continent, almost no one knew that Lor'themar was still alive.
And because the head of Zul'jin that Lor'themar carried with him was regarded as a symbol of bravery by the Wildhammer dwarves who hated trolls extremely, therefore, while he was in a coma, he also received the best treatment from the Wildhammer dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain.
Treatment.
But the moment he opened his eyes, what he cared about was no longer Zul'jin's head, or His Highness the Prince's great achievements. He only cared about one thing.
"Where's Tyrion? Where are my friends?"
The ranger, who was always known for his silence, clutched the hands of the Wildhammer Shaman in front of him and roared like a manic beast. The power erupted from his slender body was even somewhat unbearable for the dwarves who are known for their robustness. .
He urgently needs an answer, and from his eager eyes, he hopes to get a perfect answer.
"Ah, rude elf! Let me go!"
The old shaman shouted loudly. Seeing that Lor'themar could not calm down, he simply called on the power of the Storm Spirit and used a lightning bolt with splashing thunder to force Lor'themar to "calm down", but the old dwarf did not do it. Angry, because in the past few days, the story of Lor'themar and his brother Tyrion has spread throughout the Eagle's Nest Mountain.
Although the dwarves look rough and arrogant, they are actually a race with rich emotions. The old shaman took a sip of wine and looked at Lor'themar with some sadness. He said softly:
"Wait a minute, I'll find Kurdran to tell you what you want to know... But I have to say in advance, you have to be mentally prepared."
Ten minutes later, Kurdran Wildhammer, leader of the gryphon knights of the Wildhammer dwarves, walked into Lor'themar's hospital room holding a wooden box. In fact, it was the stone house where the dwarves lived. The entire Azeroth Well, only dwarves would live in such a dwelling made entirely of stone.
"At dawn Alfonso and I found the battlefield of your brother, the brave elf Tyrion."
Kurdran whispered:
"The battlefield was like being swept by a storm. I am certain that it was caused by a high-level warrior. Your brother fought against a high-level orc warrior. This kind of courage alone is worthy of admiration."
Faced with this kind of praise, Lor'themar Theron, who had become completely silent in his heart, clenched his fists, still holding on to his last glimmer of hope:
"I don't care about these, I only care about Tyrion, in the end...what happened?"
"Shua"
Kurdran handed the box in his hand to Lor'themar and whispered:
"We only found these, but we found some blood-stained weeds from the battlefield, and after showing them to the shaman..."
The dwarf took a peek at Lor'themar's expression and lowered his voice, as if he was mumbling:
"Unfortunately, he is dead and his body...was taken away."
This news made Lor'themar's body shake. Although he had already foreseen all this, when the real facts came, the endless tumbling still made his mouth feel fishy and sweet.
He reached out with trembling hands and opened the box Kurdran brought. There was very little inside.
A broken phoenix epee, broken chain armor, a bent dagger, and... a leaf-shaped pendant stained with blood.
"Well"
Lor'themar held the pendant in his hand. His face was extremely pale at this moment. The pain in his eyes made the dwarf Kurdran feel that something was wrong. After 2 seconds, Lor'themar stood up and just After taking a step, he collapsed on the ground.
"He... exchanged his own life for my life..."
"Asshole! Asshole!! How do you ask me to explain to them!"
