10. Son of Frostwolf---For King's Landing Brothers【23/30】
"Is this what you told me, these orcs won't harm Thrall?"
Taresha clasped Thales's wrist tightly. She looked nervously at Thrall who was confronting Orgrim. She looked at the fanatical and ferocious orcs around her. She raised her head and glared at the assassin fiercely:
"You liar!"
"Shh! Don't talk!"
Thales wanted to reach out and cover the mouth of the eldest lady who was afraid of chaos in the world. They were already surrounded by orcs. Not every orc was as gentle as Thrall. Taresha simply stayed with Thrall for a long time.
He also lost his vigilance towards the orcs.
Under the current situation, as long as an orc with hot blood comes to him, Thales and Taresha will fall into a situation where their bodies are not intact. The assassin can't wait to dig a hole and bury the two people. He restrains the tower tightly.
Resa's arm whispered in her ear:
"This is not a provocation. Are you stupid? This is a test!"
"The orcs are testing Thrall, trust me...he will be fine."
"Are you telling the truth?"
Taresha was very nervous. She watched as Thrall picked up a shield and battle ax thrown by the orcs from the ground, and began to confront Orgrim in a gladiator posture. She seemed so nervous that she couldn't even breathe.
It's no longer smooth.
Thales did not answer. He looked at the surrounding forms with the rigorous eyes of an assassin. In the end, he had to admit that if the orcs were not willing, it would be difficult for him to leave with Taresha. In other words, now the two of them
The safety of everyone falls on Thrall.
He looked at Sal's figure and prayed silently in his heart:
"Come on!"
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"Bang"
Orgrim's casually swung war hammer hit Thrall's raised shield hard. As the weapons collided, the young orc felt that his arm was about to be broken. This was the first time he had truly seen an orc warrior.
The strength was much stronger than the most capable gladiator in Durnholde Castle in his memory.
He took a few steps back by the force of the collision, and then used the fighting method of gladiators to block the shield in front of him, watching Orgrim's movements through the gap between movement.
This defensive style of play is something the orcs dislike very much. Although the Frostwolf clan has not suffered too much from the effects of demon blood, the orcs who naturally value strength rarely use this method in such one-on-one battles.
In terms of defensive tactics, they prefer punches to the flesh, the collision of weapons, and the confrontation of strength and strength.
Orgrim moved his wrists. Compared with a few years ago, his body was much thinner. The last failure and the life in the prisoner of war camp severely damaged his body, making him no longer as strong as before.
Powerful, but facing the still young Thrall, Orgrim's advantage is simply too great.
The old orc moved his shoulders. Amidst the roars of the Frostwolf orcs, he roared angrily, swung his war hammer and charged towards Thrall.
"Baby! Fight!"
"Bang"
The warhammer hit the surface of the shield again, and this time the huge force knocked Thrall directly to the ground. However, he rolled for a few weeks, quickly got up again, and held the shield in front of him again without saying a word.
This cowardly method made the onlookers booed one after another.
But there was a hint of appreciation in Orgrim's eyes.
Although Thrall did not use the traditional fighting method of the orcs, Orgrim encountered this kind of human fighting method more than once on the battlefield, especially when facing those brave human generals.
The fighting method of sword and shield is very difficult to crack.
Judging from Thrall's steady pace and the exquisite force relief between each collision, Thrall is obviously very skilled in this human fighting method, which is enough to prove that Durotan's son has also inherited his brave blood.
"But it's not enough!"
The solid frozen soil under Orgrim's feet broke open under the blessing of huge force. In the midst of the flying soil, the old orc was like a tiger descending the mountain, hitting Thrall head-on, and behind Thrall, no more
It was the cold wall, but the orcs gathered together. The frostwolf orcs pushed Thrall and pushed him forward, causing a glitch in his solid defense.
And this flaw was immediately caught by Orgrim. The moment the orc approached Thrall, he held the warhammer in both hands, and from top to bottom, like a hammer, he hammered Thrall hard.
On the shield.
"哐"
A dent was made directly in the center of the wooden shield. In this huge collision, Thrall's body could no longer stand still, but he decisively abandoned the shield, and his bloody left hand rested on the ground.
After Mu's powerful and heavy blow, at the moment when his arm could not be turned around, Thrall waved his right hand, and the sharp battle ax grazed Orgrim's waist, bringing out a trace of blood.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
This counterattack made the orcs go crazy again, but before Thrall could take a breath, Orgrim, who seemed to feel no pain at all, turned around and kicked Thrall in the chest, knocking him over.
land.
"Pain is the strength of a warrior!"
The old orc walked forward quickly with a grin, and the warhammer in his hand hit the young orc rolling on the ground at an extremely fast frequency. Thrall dodged left and right, but as the attack became more and more smooth, Orgrim's
The momentum became stronger and stronger, pressing down on Thrall like a mountain. Until the last blow, the shining war hammer fell from the sky. Thrall, who had nowhere to hide, gritted his teeth and slammed the battle ax in his hand.
Orgrim made the old warrior's body sway, and he successfully escaped from Orgrim's attack circle.
But Thrall, who was panting, had no weapons in his hands.
"then!"
Thales's eyes lit up and he quickly threw the long sword in his hand towards Thrall. The young orc caught it in his hand. Looking at Orgrim who was rushing towards him like a wild bull, Thrall's eyes flashed.
The moment the two were about to collide, Thrall's left hand firmly grabbed Orgrim's wrist, and the long sword in his right hand slapped the old warrior's right arm.
"Shua"
The icy breath quickly formed a layer of cold mist on Orgrim's wrist, causing his clenched fist to deviate from the direction of the punch. Then with the force of his forward thrust, Thrall lay on the ground with his left foot.
He kicked Orgrim on the right leg. At this moment, the young orc grabbed the old orc's wrist and flew into the air, using Orgrim's power to smash Orgrim himself on the ground.
on the ground behind him.
"roar!"
Thrall knew very well that now was the decisive moment. He could no longer hold back any strength. The talent from the orcs in his body, the violent power spread all over his body. He grabbed the heavy warhammer in Orgrim's hand, dripping with blood.
His left hand clenched into a fist, and he hammered Orgrim's shoulder crazily, forcing him to release his weapon.
When he got the warhammer, Thrall was surprised to find that this simple-looking warhammer was extremely heavy. He couldn't even swing it with one hand. But seeing Orgrim getting up, Thrall couldn't care less.
Not so much, he dragged the war hammer, turned over and sat on Orgrim's chest, held the war hammer with both hands, and smashed Orgrim's head hard.
"Wow"
This scene made all the orcs watching scream, and the orc shaman standing aside stretched out his hands, trying to prevent the next tragedy.
But in the end, the power of the elements did not appear, because the war hammer Thrall dropped did not hurt Orgrim, but rubbed his head and hit the hard frozen soil.
This made the onlookers breathe a sigh of relief, and also made Orgrim, who was pinned to the ground by Thrall, breathe a sigh of relief.
"I win...whoop, whoop...I win!"
Thrall, who was extremely tired, felt that every bone in his body was aching. He stood up with difficulty. Under the gazes of the Frostwolf orcs, he walked towards Thales and Taresha step by step. The orcs in front of him were all excited.
He got out of the way.
They recognized him!
Behind Thrall, Orgrim climbed up. He easily grabbed the heavy warhammer, looked at Thrall's figure, and fought with a 12-year-old young orc. Orgrim would definitely not use all his strength. In fact,
, the battle just now was just a warm-up, but to be able to turn defeat into victory under the attack of the previous war chief, there is no doubt that Thrall has proven himself in front of his compatriots.
"Gu'el!"
Orgrim shouted, Thrall was stunned for a moment, and then turned around. His face was stained with blood, while Taresha used a handkerchief to clean up the blood stains for Thrall with a distressed look on her face.
"You did a great job."
Orgrim glanced at Taresha next to Thrall, and said softly: "You made the right choice..."
"What?"
Thrall looked around in confusion. The Frostwolf orcs had slowly returned to the gathering place. Only Orgrim and Elder Drek'Thar were left. The old shaman who had been silent walked up.
In front of him, he called on the power of flowing water, and the healing light wrapped around Sal's body. In Taresha's surprised eyes, Sal's wounds healed little by little.
Only then did the old shaman speak in pure human language:
"Killing lives at will, abusing lives, and destroying lives are the stubborn diseases of the old tribe. The Frostwolf clan has never joined this cruel conquest. My child, Go'el, although you have never grown up in the clan, today
, you have proven that you are a pure son of the Frostwolf... Durotan and Draka will be proud of you."
"So...so even if I fail, you won't hurt my sister?"
Thrall glanced at Orgrim, who shrugged:
"The moment you accepted the challenge, you already won, Go'ir. Not every orc dares to fight me. Of course, I am old now, and you took away a victory from me."
Thrall looked at the two orcs with good intentions. He hesitated and whispered:
"I...I may not join you, gentlemen. I have lived with humans since I was a child. I feel that I may not be able to adapt and integrate into your clan."
"It doesn't matter, we will not force you to return to the Frostwolf clan, my child Go'el."
A smile appeared on the old face of the great shaman Elder Drektar:
"We will give you enough time to get to know us before you decide whether to join us, and I can also guarantee that this human lady, Taresha, will become the most distinguished guest of the Frostwolf clan and can come at any time.
Watch you, or leave with you, that's fine, but kid!"
The elder shaman's voice became deeper:
"Don't you go and see your parents?"
"parents?"
Sal's eyes were a little dazed. He looked back at Taresha. Although the human sister was still a little scared, she still held Sal's hand tightly and nodded to Sal:
"Go, brother, although you have never mentioned it, I know that you actually want to see your parents. Go, don't worry about me, Thales will protect me."
Thrall nodded. He looked at Orgrim and Drek'Thar. From the sadness in Orgrim's eyes, Thrall had already foreseen the unfortunate news. He stood there and took several deep breaths.
After calming himself down, he said to Orgrim and the elder shaman:
"I'm ready, take me to meet them."
"Well, good boy, come with me."
The old shaman strolled forward, with Orgrim following behind him. He whispered to Thrall:
"You can call the Great Shaman Drek'Thar the Elder. He was once your father's most trusted advisor and his mentor."
"And I, my name is Orgrim, the former chief of the tribe, and also your uncle. Your father Durotan and I are real brothers! If you stay here tonight, I may be able to tell you something.
, the adventures your father and I had in the world of Draenor... you will be interested in it, trust me."
