The last knight whose body was covered by frost fell at Tyrion's feet. Under the heavy helmet, the unwillingness shining in his eyes was so bright, but the miserable man did not have enough strength to protect himself and himself.
loyalty and faith.
In other words, their biggest problem is that they chose the wrong opponent.
The magic sword in Tyrion's hand is dripping warm blood bit by bit as he moves forward. Tonight, it has tasted the delicious blood.
Behind the Dark Blade King, Alsace, whose left leg was broken, was crawling on the ground with difficulty. There was no fear in the eyes of this young paladin prince. Even in the face of certain death, he crawled to the ground with difficulty.
Next to the unconscious Jaina, she stretched out her hand to hold the daughter of the sea, who was exuding a cold aura, in her arms. Behind him, the Dark Blade King was looking at the young couple with a scrutinizing gaze.
Opposite him, Archmage Kel'Thuzad was struggling to support his body with his staff. Under his left arm hanging in a strange posture, drops of cold blood were hanging to the ground. Behind him, following him
The battle mages who came had already lost their souls under the ravages of the ghost warriors of the Golden Sword Guard summoned by Tyrion.
This archmage who always hides his secrets has used all the magic at his disposal in the past 10 minutes, but still failed to stop Tyrion's killing.
How strong is the Dark Blade King?
This is a subject that has been studied by countless people in the human empire. It was just some conclusions drawn from his battle with the human emperor Lothar in the early days of the Arathi War. This guy is stronger than Emperor Lothar, and in the destruction of
Lothar, who awakened the bloodline of the Barbarian King at the call of the warriors, is already the most powerful warrior in the human empire.
"You are as talented as Gianna."
Tyrion stepped forward and put the sword blade against Arthas' neck. He looked at Kel'Thuzad and said softly:
"But your talent lies in the shadows, not in the orthodox arcana. Antonidas is a bad teacher. Everything he taught has buried your talent. Kel'Thuzad, listen to me, if you are still alive tonight
If you escape back, study more of the sorcerers' spells. I believe it will open up a new world for you."
"As for you, Prince Arthas."
Tyrion looked down at Arthas who gritted his teeth, hugged Jaina tightly, and glared at him. That look made Tyrion very happy. He slapped Arthas' neck with the cold sword blade and said
:
"You love Jaina, but it's a pity... In my opinion, her talents are much stronger than yours. You will eventually be a mortal, and she, she may become the Frost Witch who saves the world.
..Look now, you can’t even protect yourself, how are you going to love her?”
Faced with this taunt, Arthas clenched his fists, but he could not refute it. In countless visions in the past, the prince had imagined the scene of him commanding an army to regain the territory of the human empire, but now, with his own eyes, he
He saw it and felt the enemy's power personally, which made him feel...desperate.
But even so, while holding his beloved woman in his arms, Arthas was still unwilling to admit defeat. In his heart, he prayed crazily to his faith, and wisps of beating holy light shone on him.
, just like the most stubborn flame, even the coldest shadow cannot extinguish it.
"Bang"
Arthas was choked by Tyrion and lifted up from the ground. The Dark Blade King carefully looked at the prince in front of him. After a moment, he threw Arthas back like a mouse.
ground.
"No, maybe I'm wrong. You also have a talent, maybe it's the Holy Light... But I can't confirm it because I haven't seen it... Anyway, use the remaining time to prove it, Prince Arthas, prove it.
Your own existence is important to this world, otherwise it will be difficult for you to escape death next time."
As he spoke, Tyrion continued to move forward. Behind him, Arthas lying on the ground stared at the unconscious Jaina, his fists clenched tightly.
"I'm sorry, Anna, I lost..."
"bass"
The moon-shaped sword was pointed at the gloomy Archmage Kel'Thuzad in front of him. Those gloomy eyes made the Dark Blade King very uncomfortable, and just when Tyrion was about to stab him, a small creature emerged from
Kel'Thuzad jumped out from behind. It waved its claws and stood in front of Kel'Thuzad, roaring at Tyrion with its claws and fangs bared.
"Meow! Meow!"
"No, come back! Mr. Bigglesworth, come back!"
Kel'Thuzad, who had a gloomy look on his face, became extremely panicked at this moment. He dropped his staff, ignoring the fact that he fell to the ground, and wanted to take the kitten protecting its owner in front of him into his arms, but he was a step too late, and his teeth and claws were showing.
The next moment, Tyrion fixed the little cat's body with two fingers and placed it on his arm.
"Hmm? It's called Mr. Bigglesworth?"
Tyrion stroked the restless kitten. He squinted his eyes and looked at Kel'Thuzad in front of him. The archmage's face was no longer calm, replaced by a touch of madness. He lifted up from the ground and stood firm.
Grabbing Tyrion's arm, he gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and roared:
"Don't touch! Don't touch Mr. Bigglesworth with your dirty hands! I don't allow it! I don't..."
"Pa"
As soon as Tyrion shook his hand, the Archmage fell to the cold ground behind him with blood spurting out. He struggled to get up, but the next moment, Tyrion's cold boots stepped on the wound on his arm.
The Dark Blade King held the kitten in his arms and looked at Kel'Thuzad condescendingly:
"Your kitten is very nice, but it belongs to me... Want to take it back? You can... challenge me."
"I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, everyone..."
The dark cloak was spinning in the air, and Tyrion's footsteps slowly moved away, mixed with one or two kittens' wails, and a few minutes later, in the shining light of the portal, the large army rushing back from the front line
The knights rushed into the battlefield of Lake Lordamre, and what they saw was a scene like hell, with frozen corpses and blood everywhere. And in the center of this hell, Al was in a coma with his hands held together.
Prince Thath and Princess Jaina, as well as the Archmage Kel'Thuzad, who had seven broken ribs and lost consciousness in extreme pain.
It looked like massacre and torture... But only Tyrion and the night knew that tonight, under the surface pain, the fate of these three people had completely changed.
"It feels really good to do something good. I feel very happy, and so do you, right?"
Sitting behind the death raven, Tyrion quietly escaped into the darkness and stroked the head of the kitten in his arms. His eyes were full of joy:
"We should do more good deeds in the future, right? Mr. Bigglesworth?"
"Meow!"
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"Ah ah ah, I'm going to die of thirst!"
On the endless sea, a small boat floats alone, without an oar, only a sail roughly sewn with clothes. Under the scorching sun, the entire sea surface shines with light, and in this light
, the young orc Garrosh roared crazily towards the sea:
"Come on! Wind, big fish, come on, kill me!"
His skin was chapped, his lips were peeling, his eyes were bloodshot, and his spirit had become extremely unstable. Behind him, the weak Thrall and Garrosh were completely two extremes. They were already drifting on the sea.
On the seventh day, Khadgar only had a little bit of food and water left, and that little bit was not drank or eaten, but was stored in the
In the alley.
As a symbol of last hope...
"Stop shouting, Garrosh, the sea will ignore you."
Knight Waycrest, who had a sallow complexion and extremely weak breath, said with difficulty:
"When you are hungry, dive into the sea and catch fish...I taught you this."
"Sal, give me some water!"
When Garrosh got tired, he leaned on the board dejectedly, holding his head, and said to Thrall:
"Let the element you believe in get us some water..."
Thrall sat up with difficulty and sat cross-legged in the boat. He silently recited the spell of elemental communication taught to him by Elder Drek'Thar. After a moment, waves of cool breath enveloped the entire boat. Garrosh
He let out a comfortable groan, but less than 2 minutes later, this breath disappeared, and the bottles visited by Thrall, Waycrest and Garrosh also contained half a bottle of water.
"That's the amount for today."
Thrall coughed painfully: "This place is too far from the land. The water elements here are very active, but they ignore me... They seem to be disturbed by another force and are very irritable."
"Hmm"
Garrosh drank the water in the bottle in one gulp. He licked his chapped lips and focused his eyes on the box in the center of the boat. The thoughts in his heart became stronger and stronger. After a while, Garrosh said nothing.
Yanzhi stretched out his hand to open the box, but was stopped by Sal.
"Can't use up the last supplies!"
Sal shouted:
"When we run out, we're totally screwed!"
"What's the difference between us now and being finished?"
Garrosh responded angrily:
"We will die of thirst in this sea if we can hold on for another two days at most. The food will also rot. If we don't eat it while it is still intact, we will lose it forever!"
"I said, no!"
After persisting in a desperate situation for seven days, Thrall had become irritable. He stared at Garrosh and roared loudly: "Get back, or I will beat you!"
"Aha? Someone is looking for a fight!"
Garrosh climbed up from the cabin, rubbed his wrists, and looked at Thrall in front of him:
"Want to taste the fist of a real orc? You bastard raised by humans!"
"Apologise! Otherwise I will beat you!"
Thrall's tone also became cold. Seeing that the two young orcs were about to lose their minds in the torture, Lord Waycrest, who was leaning aside, groaned with difficulty:
"That's enough, Garrosh, I'll give you my water! Thrall, go back!"
As he spoke, the knight raised his body with difficulty and wanted to hand the water glass next to him to the orc, but when he raised his head, a seagull flapped its wings and landed on the sail of the small boat. This scene
The knight was so fascinated by what he was looking at that he didn't hold the water glass tightly in his hand, and the precious glass of water fell on the side of the ship.
"What are you doing!"
Garrosh roared, scaring the seagull into flying. Before he could continue his attack, the voice of the great knight rang out:
"Open the box! Divide the last food!"
"What?"
Garrosh even forgot to be angry. He stared at the great knight and exchanged glances with Thrall.
"I say, eat the last supplies!"
The great knight breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:
"This kind of seagull only lives where there are boats or on the beach... No matter what it is, boys, we are all saved. Eat the last thing and regain your energy. Sal, I want you to use your ability to summon
All the elements, go watch the sea and push us out of here, Garrosh, find a way to sharpen your axe, what will greet us...no one knows yet."
"What are you still doing? Open the box! Idiots, open that bottle of rum too. We are saved!"
30 A few minutes later, the small boat that was propelled by the wind of the elements and traveled quickly on the sea approached a large island. Garrosh stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the island in front of him with a broken telescope. He waved excitedly.
ax:
"Sal! Waycrest, I see land! There are trees on it, great!"
"That's good, that's good..."
When Lord Waycrest heard the good news, his face turned abnormally red. He was like a tired person who had endured for a long time. Even the excited Thrall and Garrosh didn't notice.
, fell asleep quietly.
By the time the two young orcs discovered the situation of the great knight, he had already lost his life in his sleep, but his expression was peaceful, even with a hint of a smile, as if he had finally fulfilled his noble oath. This tired soul,
After witnessing his master's death in battle and suffering from painful illness for nearly a week, he was finally able to rest after completing his final mission.
With a heavy heart, Thrall and Garrosh buried the body of Lord Waycrest on the beach of the island. They deliberately chose a high stone platform and placed the Lord Knight's tombstone facing the sea.
His sword was buried with him, facing the direction of Kul Tiras. In Thrall's prayers and Garrosh's desolate war song, they expected the soul of this noble knight to cross the sea.
The waves return to their dream home.
At this time, no one on the island in the corner of the world knew about the contribution of Lord Waycrest, the distant nephew of Lord Waycrest who was unknown in history, and the two young people he saved.
What great changes will the orcs bring to this world...
However, heroes are not just those warriors who are praised by people. Sometimes, those upright people who have fallen in the cracks of history can also be called heroes... Moreover, their actions have lived up to this
