9. Invitation and provocation --- I will tease you to play brother for Darth [22/30]
The nights in the Alterac Mountains are cold, especially in the days after the big storm has just ended, and the darkness in the valley is like dripping water turning into ice.
No one would risk being frozen to death by going out at night like this. Even the rough-skinned dwarves were hiding in the sentry posts, warming themselves by the fire and drinking wine. But for the orcs of the Frostwolf clan,
Such weather is not extreme. After all, they once lived in Frostfire Ridge, the coldest place in the world of Draenor. The climate there was much harsher than that of Alterac Valley.
And the most important thing is that they don't want to start a war with the Stormpike Dwarves head-on, so if they want to get close to the Stormpike Dwarves' territory, they must choose a suitable time. What day is more suitable than tonight?
"Wow"
A sharp whistle sounded like the cry of a night owl in the Alterac Valley, but it was actually a signal sent by the Frostwolf wolf knights. In the darkness, 20 of the bravest wolf knights sneaked across
The defense line of the Stormpike dwarves moved towards "Taresha and Thrall's hut". Under the double protection of the cold and night, they quickly approached the cedar forest in the remote valley.
And just when the wolf cavalry began to encircle, in the warm warehouse, Thrall was helping Taresha sort out the goods. As an orc, he certainly could not show his face on human territory, so the operation of this small warehouse,
Taresha can only be responsible for it, but Thrall is a good hunter. With the help of Frostwolf Snow Song, he can often hunt a lot of precious furs, which makes Taresha's business in New Tarren Mill difficult.
It also has the same look and feel.
Of course, most of her goods were bought by the dwarves.
"I have saved a sum of money. In a few months, when I have enough money, I will go to Dalaran."
Amidst the burning of the warm fireplace, Taresha sat lazily on the side, drinking tea and directing Sal to move things. She turned over her bills like a little money addict, caressed the frost wolf's head at her feet, and said to Sal
explain:
"I heard from Uncle Barton that there is a magic black market in Dalaran, where you can buy a lot of things. I plan to buy some magic materials."
"Um?"
Sal wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to look at his human sister, and asked curiously:
"Are you going to start a magic materials business? There shouldn't be many mages in New Tarren Mill, right?"
"No, what I mean is, buy the materials, and then ask the mage to come over and use magic to cover your body."
Taresha said with a smile:
"Last time I met a traveling little dwarf mage in Stormpike Castle. Her name is Julie. Magic Thread. She is very talkative and has a good temper. I asked her specifically, and she told me that there are many ways for mages to do this.
To change a person's body, she also gave me her address in Dalaran, and I asked her to come over and cast a spell on you, and with a pop, you became a human!"
Taresha's words made Thrall silent for a moment. He sat on the wooden box and looked at Taresha who was humming. In his memory, after escaping from Durnholde Castle, he brought the seriously injured Captain Drake with him.
, the three of them struggled to survive in the Alterac Valley, but Taresha was always taking care of them.
Sal looked at his sister's dress. It was already very old. She bought it for herself on her birthday two years ago. She was very frugal and never spent a penny. She worked hard to become friends with the dwarves, and even
He hid himself well in this valley.
She has done so much for him.
"No!"
Sal whispered, and the sound of rejection made Taresha raise her head suddenly, and she looked at Sal in confusion:
"What did you say?"
"I don't want to become a human. I know you want to take me out and let me live in the town."
Sal smiled, and a softness flashed in his blue eyes:
"But I don't need it, Taressa, you should save this money, and then go to Lordaeron or Dalaran to open a small shop. With your business talent, you will become a big businessman sooner or later, and the most important thing is
What's more, you have done too much for me, and you should think about it for yourself. In fact, going to Ironforge is also a good choice. With General Patton's relationship, you can do business better in Ironforge.
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"Fool!"
Taresha stood up and put her hands on her hips, showing her majesty as a sister. She pointed at Sal and said:
"Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. I'm my sister. You have to listen to me. Be good."
"I just don't want you to work so hard for me, my sister."
Sal shrugged, stood up, and continued to move the heavy wooden box: "You are my only remaining relative, and I hope you can..."
"Ouch!"
The frost wolf Snow Song, who had been lying at Taresha's feet, suddenly jumped up, let out a wolf howl, and bared his teeth crazily in the direction outside the warehouse. Seeing this, Thrall suddenly grabbed the musket at hand.
, pushing Taresha, who was confused about the situation, into the dark space of the room.
"A stranger is coming, stay inside! Don't come out!"
"That sword! Thrall, take that sword!"
When the secret compartment was closed, Taresha grabbed the wooden door and shouted to Sal: "Be careful."
Thrall did not answer, but pushed the table next to him, took out a wooden box from the stone recess in the basement, opened it, and held the frost-covered rune sword in his hand.
This sword has a strong elf style, is perfectly cast, and has necromantic runes engraved by Tyrion himself. Although it is not blessed by death energy, it cannot exert the ability of a magic weapon, but it has its own frost.
The effect and sharp blade also make it the most threatening weapon in Thrall's hand.
The young orc gritted his teeth, put on a self-made leather armor, and rushed out of the warehouse with the restless Frostwolf Snow Song. Holding a long sword in one hand and a musket in the other, he rushed into the night, only to be met head-on.
I saw 5 orc wolf cavalry looking around the warehouse.
"It's you! Young compatriots, put down your weapons, we don't mean any harm!"
The captain of the wolf cavalry maneuvered the wolf forward and shouted to Thrall, but unfortunately, Thrall could only understand a few words in the orc language now, and he could not understand what this arrogant compatriot was saying at all.
.
Seeing the wolf cavalry continue to approach, Thrall pointed his musket at him and shouted in human language:
"Don't come any closer!"
Under his feet, the Frostwolf Snow Song grabbed the ground with four claws and roared crazily at the orc in front of them. This scene made the orc wolf cavalry a little surprised, but soon they figured out Thrall's situation.
They retreated slowly. This action gave Thrall a breath, but after nearly a minute of confrontation, the human assassin Thales, who was tied tightly with a rope, was thrown in front of Thrall.
Thrall recognized Thales. He looked at the orcs around him with vigilance, and stepped forward to help the assassin up. Thales was not abused, but after being put on a wolf for dozens of kilometers in the cold night,
He seemed a little depressed. He looked at the young orc in front of him guiltily and whispered:
"I'm sorry, Sal...I failed you."
Sal shook his head and asked:
"Let's not talk about this first, what are these orcs here to do?"
Thales's lips were turned blue by the cold, and he trembled as he said:
"They are here to pick you up. Thrall, Orgrim and the great shaman of Frostwolf are waiting for you. Don't resist them. You may be able to escape, but your sister is definitely in danger. Listen to me, I
I'm not a lobbyist on their side, but for the sake of your sister, you'd better go with them. Trust me, these orcs mean you no harm."
"No malice?"
A trace of ferocity flashed in Sal's eyes: "I have seen how they fought on the battlefield. I don't believe they have no ill intentions."
"They don't dare hurt you, Thrall!"
Thales strengthened his voice:
"Your parents are their chiefs! They are born to obey you!"
"You...what did you say?"
Thrall's eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed Thales and asked loudly:
"Have you met my parents? Where are they?"
"You... you'll find out if you just follow them."
Thales said with difficulty:
"In addition, the frost wolves controlled by these orcs can smell human scent. You have to take your sister with you. At least you can protect her. I don't know the attitude of these frost wolf orcs towards humans... It's hard to tell you.
What will happen to your sister after you leave?"
"You bastard!"
Thrall punched Thales in the face and knocked the tied assassin to the ground:
"You got Taresha involved! I should have killed you then!"
"My mistake, I admit it."
Thales turned over on the cold ground. There was blood in his nostrils and corners of his mouth, but he looked at Sal with a serious look and said softly:
"Now help me untie the rope and I will protect Taresha. I promise you that as long as I am not dead, she will not be harmed!"
Thrall's breathing became heavier, especially when there were more and more orcs around him. He gritted his teeth and turned his wrist. The sharp elf sword cut off the chain on Thales' hand, and the assassin moved his wrist.
Standing up, Thrall put the sword into his hand, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Remember your promise! Protect Taresha!"
After saying that, Sal turned around and looked at those "compatriots". He took a deep breath and threw the musket in his hand on the snow. This action made the leader of the wolf cavalry nod. He whistled, and soon
, two spare war wolves appeared next to Thrall and Thales, while the pale Taresha was wrapped in a bearskin cloak and was protected by Thales behind her. The business lady held her tightly in her hands.
Holding a dagger, he looked at Thrall worriedly.
As smart as she is, she has roughly guessed the situation her brother will face.
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The Frostwolf clan lives in seclusion in another section of the Alterac Valley. For this huge mountain range, this is a very long journey. Thrall followed the Frostwolf orcs all the way north, and after a night of running, until the
At noon the next day, we arrived at the hermitage of the Frostwolf clan.
Behind Thrall, Taresha's little face was already red from the cold, and Thales saw the orcs greeting them in the distance. There were thousands of them. This made the assassin couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword in his hand.
, the cold breath coming from the sword made him calm down. He glanced at Taresha worriedly. After jumping off the wolf, he squeezed Taresha's cold hand and motioned for her to stand behind him.
Thrall walked forward under the leadership of the orcs. He had never seen so many orcs gathered together. Even though they had the same face and body shape as him, Thrall could not feel the connection with each other.
And in the front of these orcs, stood a tall orc warrior wearing a linen robe. He was looking at Thrall with a mixture of scrutiny, sadness and warmth. Beside him, there was an old man.
The orc is wearing a traditional shaman robe, with black cloth strips covering his eyes, and his white hair and beard are flying in the wind.
This should be the leader of this group of Frostwolf orcs.
Thrall stood in front of two orcs. Thousands of people stared at him, with joy, doubt, welcome, and disgust. This made Thrall feel heavy pressure, and he even felt a little at a loss.
"May I have your name?"
Orgrim looked at the young orc in front of him, especially the blue eyes that were rare among orcs. He couldn't help but think of his brother who had passed away for almost 10 years. He suppressed the emotions in his heart.
Fluctuation, he asked in a deep voice in human language:
"Tell me, child, what is your name?"
"I...my name is Sal."
Thrall clenched his fists. The oppression brought by the orcs in front of him was too strong. After all, he was only 12 years old.
"No! Your name is not Sal!"
Orgrim's voice became angry:
"Forget the stupid name humans gave you. From now on, you are no longer their slave. Your name is Go'el! Son of the Frostwolf!"
"Bang"
A short knife was thrown at Thrall's feet by Orgrim, and he pointed at Taresha behind Thrall:
"Go, kill her! Then return to your true race!"
"impossible!"
Thrall roared and took a step back. He clenched his fists and fiercely defended Thales and Taresha. Amidst the roars of thousands of orcs, he roared at Orgrim:
"Don't even think about it! You want to hurt her? Then step over my body!"
This move caused the orcs to make noises. With the silent approval of Drek'Thar, the silent great shaman, and under the cold sunshine of the Alterac Valley, the frostwolf orcs spread out, surrounded the city in a circle, and surrounded Alterac Valley.
Grim, Thrall, Thales and Taresha gathered in the center.
They roared in the orc language, beat their chests, and mocked Thrall for his weakness. Amidst the noise, Orgrim arrogantly took his war hammer from the orcs behind him.
The heavy steel warhammer engraved with the wolf head emblem, the warhammer blessed by the elemental spirit, the hammer of destruction.
"You don't want to kill this defenseless human? Fine!"
Orgrim took a step forward and stared at Thrall:
"Then challenge me. As long as you beat me, you can take her away!"
"How about it? A little cub raised by humans, do you still have the courage of an orc in your body? Do you dare to face me?"
