Durnholde Castle in the dark night looks like a giant beast with its back against the mountains.
This specially reinforced fortress is on the front line of the confrontation between humans and orcs. A week ago, at least two battles broke out here almost every day. Every day, many soldiers were put into body bags and sent back to their hometowns. They came from all over the world.
Soldiers from the country continued to pour here, and that was the "golden period" of Durnholde Castle's development.
At that time, Major General Blackmore, who was in charge of this place, could mobilize an army of more than 4,000 people at will. He was regarded as a local warlord. Even the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, Marshal Lothar, would talk to him politely. This made him determined to do something.
Major General Blackmore was very satisfied with his great career.
Unfortunately, the Major General's success did not last long. After the Kingdom of Alterac surrendered to the enemy and surrendered the passage to the hinterland of Lordaeron to the orcs, Major General Blackmoore's position became quite embarrassing.
He was born in Alterac, grew up in Alterac, and has been marked with the mark of Alterac. Now, his homeland has played a disgraceful role in this war between humans and orcs.
These soldiers fighting on the front line are equivalent to being betrayed by their own king.
For a time, all kinds of rumors spread everywhere. Although Marshal Lothar repeatedly told Major General Blackmore that there was no need to worry about this and that he believed in the Major General's loyalty to the Alliance, within 7 days, more than 60% of the army was removed from London.
The evacuation of Holder Castle represents the true attitude of the upper class towards him.
This has made the major general's mood extremely bad in recent days... When people are in a bad mood, they always like to play some "games" to vent their anger.
"Snapped"
The whip in Major General Blackmore's hand hit the ground. In front of him, a young orc rolled outwards with difficulty, dodging the blow. Unlike other orcs, although this young orc also had green skin,
But his eyes were pure blue, which meant that the little orc had not been completely infected by the demon's blood, and he didn't know where the major general found him.
"Fight back! Thrall!"
The major general smelled strongly of alcohol and was obviously drunk. He was not wearing his general uniform, only a shirt and military trousers stained by wine, and he looked in a very bad temperament.
He waved his whip again and struck the young orc:
"As a warrior! You can't always dodge! Come and attack me!"
In the basement of the castle, he roared at the orc:
"Thall! Attack!"
The little orc, who was only wearing simple clothes, managed to dodge two whips, but was hit on the arm by the third whip, which made him curl up in a ball in pain. This posture made the major general very dissatisfied. He threw down the whip and
He stepped forward and stepped on the orc's chest with his boots. He roared loudly like an angry lion:
"Why don't you fight back! You coward! You insult your race! You don't look like an orc at all. Are you a kobold?"
Facing his anger, the little orc struggled to hold the major general's leg with his hands. He answered in Common Tongue very fluently, even with a hint of Lordaeron accent:
"Because you are the noble master, I cannot harm the master..."
This sentence made the drunken major general stunned. At this moment when he was ostracized by all his colleagues, this little orc's words actually gave the drunken man some comfort. His expression changed, he took back his boots, and he
He stretched out his hand and pulled the orc up from the ground. He squatted in front of the little orc, stared into the orc's blue eyes, and put his hands on his shoulders.
"You are very good! Sal! You have lived up to my hard work."
"Lieutenant Drake told me that you learned combat skills very quickly. Squire Olmo also said that you have read "The General History of Lordaeron", which is very good... Thrall, you have to remember that you and
Unlike your savage and stupid kind, after the war is over, you will live in the human world with a new identity, you will become the bravest gladiator under my command, and you will become my hero!"
The major general took a deep breath, and he seemed to see the future carried by the little blue-eyed orc in front of him.
"In the end, you will lead your people as a leader... and win me the status I deserve! Even the whole world... This is good!"
The little orc is only 8 years old this year. He is somewhat unable to understand the hope placed on him by Major General Blackmoore in front of him, but this will not change the senses in his simple heart. Therefore, after a moment, he waved his arms like a child and shouted loudly
arrive:
"I won't let you down, Master!"
This answer satisfied the drunken major general. There was a light in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Sal's arm. There was a ferocious whip mark on it. He said softly:
"Don't blame me for whipping you, Thrall. If a warrior wants to learn to fight, he must first learn to be beaten. Does it hurt?"
The major general's fingers touched Thrall's wound, which made the little orc grin in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said:
"It doesn't hurt! When I learned combat skills from Mr. Drake, it hurt much more than this."
"Very good, now you look like a man!"
Blackmore stood up, straightened his clothes, walked out of the basement, and ordered the guards standing outside the door:
"Go! Find Taresha and his wife to bandage Sal and prepare some meat for him for dinner as a reward for his loyalty."
"Yes! General!"
The major general walked out of the castle and was blown by the cold evening wind. His drunken head became sober. The matter of the little orc Thrall can be discussed later. He looked at the moonlight above his head. There are more urgent things now.
put it in front of him.
"Should I take my soldiers and defect to Lordaeron... They have just gone through a brutal defense battle, and now they need soldiers. My surrender will be welcomed, no doubt..."
The major general stroked his beard. The ship of the Kingdom of Alterac is about to sink. No smart person should place his fate on this ship. Under the current situation, it is wisest to find another home. Although he was born in
The Kingdom of Alterac, but the Major General has been dissatisfied with that cowardly kingdom and royal family for a long time.
The most important thing is that if he invests in Lordaeron at this time, he will definitely be able to catch up with the next stage of the counterattack against the orcs. He already knows the news of the orcs' retreat. With the overall situation clear, what is left to the major general?
There is not much time, he must complete this matter within the next few days.
"I am destined to have a career!"
The major general told himself silently in his heart that he also believed that he could become a big shot. The Orc War had already earned him enough merit. If it weren't for Aiden Perenold's cowardice, he would at least be a big shot after the war.
General, he can even aspire to be the marshal of the Kingdom of Alterac.
"what a pity..."
The Major General snorted and turned around to go back to the castle to rest. But at this moment, the terrified screams and the clash of weapons coming from the front of the castle made the Major General suddenly turn around.
"What's wrong?"
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Tyrion pulled the long sword out of the chest of the soldier in front of him. This action seemed to take away all the strength of the soldier, making his body weak and kneeling on the ground. There was still fear on his face, but
His heart had been chopped into pieces and frozen, and he was dead.
Such killings could no longer bring any emotional fluctuations to the death knight. He stepped over the corpse and continued to move forward. After a moment, the death energy remaining in the place poured into the corpse, awakening the soulless corpse.
, he stood up unsteadily, held the weapon, and joined the "army" behind the new master.
Seeing more and more soldiers being awakened, Tyrion pulled out another long sword with his backhand. With both swords in hand, his attack speed suddenly accelerated, and the death energy lingering outside his body was transformed into frost visible to the naked eye.
, like a moving ice storm, no soldier can stop him. Often at the moment of contact, the soldiers' weapons are frozen, and their lives are taken away with the next sword.
This is a horrific killing.
"Go away!"
Grokush, who was following Tyrion, was besieged by several soldiers who rushed forward. The orc death knight brutally chopped out the battle ax in his hand. The huge power of Blackhand's black hand killed all the soldiers in front of him.
They were thrown to the ground, and before they could get up, the death force unleashed by the orcs turned into a vicious strangulation attack, grabbing the bodies of these soldiers into the air.
Their suspended bodies struggled desperately, but the next moment, their hearts were pierced by sharp arrows. Behind the death knights, the dark rangers who had climbed up the city wall raised their bows and aimed at the humans rushing towards the gate.
The soldiers turned into corpses.
Cetron and Luminas separated in two directions and rushed into the military camps on both sides in the night to create chaos. The soldiers who were awakened were no match for the death knight who broke into the battle. In fact, before they could wait,
When they reacted, they were overwhelmed by the tide of corpses set off by the two death knights, or their blood was drained by Sarain who followed the death knights.
In short, less than 5 minutes after the death knight rushed into the castle, the inside of the castle was like boiling water, boiling instantly. When Lieutenant Drake led the soldiers to join the chaotic battlefield of the castle,
The battle situation has become crazy and bad under the attack of hundreds of corpses awakened by the death knight.
Facing the legions of resurrected corpses, the morale of ordinary soldiers almost plummeted. In this case, it was necessary for the Paladins to step in and purify these corpses. But here is the problem. The last group of Paladins had already been there in 3 days.
They evacuated the castle before, and no one could save them anymore.
Amidst the screams of the soldiers, corpses that were difficult to be killed with swords rushed into their group with the frenzy of death. Under Tyrion's waving fingers, the explosion of these corpses set the stage for this cold night.
, adding a gloomier footnote.
"Where is the church?"
Tyrion inserted his two swords into the scabbards. He waved his left hand, and the three soldiers who rushed towards him were clasped by death grips. Then they were violently thrown away, knocking the soldiers behind them to the ground.
The dark shadow suspended in the sky crashed into the ground, and the huge zombie dragon let out an unpleasant roar, biting the soldiers who fled in panic.
Although they have lost the ability to eat, the instinct of the dead to hate the living drives the zombie dragon to bite the soldiers in its mouth. Amidst the blood splattering, the entry of two zombie dragons completely wipes out the last hope of the soldiers.
Facing Tyrion's question, the Chaldean priest following him turned pale. He closed his eyes and kept turning the rosary in his trembling hands, trying to calm his heart with sacred scriptures, but he ultimately failed.
The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. He opened his eyes and saw a soldier's neck being torn apart by the teeth of a walking corpse. This horrific scene finally broke through the pastor's bottom line.
He bent over and rushed to the side and began to retching.
"Snapped"
The cold gauntlets were placed on his shoulders. The weak priest felt the cold. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and pointed in a direction:
"Right there! Right there...Don't kill these soldiers, they are innocent! Enough, enough!"
"innocent?"
Tyrion clasped the priest's shoulders, almost dragging the poor Chaldean priest towards the church in the dark night in the distance. The death happening around him could not affect his cold heart at all.
He raised his foot and kicked away the corpse blocking the road, and said softly:
"Rogg is also innocent, and the elves who died that night are also innocent. They also have families, they also have children, and they are also kind people...Look, Chaldean priest, if kindness is not responded to,
It will turn into indifference and resentment. I just give them back what they should have received long ago."
"Snapped"
His left hand was firmly grasped by the priest, as if praying, and the Chaldean priest shouted with difficulty:
"Let them escape! They are no threat to you! They are not responsible for Mr. Rogge's death. If you want to kill...kill Blackmoore, he is the culprit! These soldiers have never had the blood of your compatriots on their hands.
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"But they refused to save themselves, watching others fight for survival, while they hid in the darkness and enjoyed peace. Since they did this, they should have thought of the consequences."
Tyrion was unmoved. The dilapidated church came into view. He looked back at the soldiers whose will had been completely defeated. His eyes narrowed. He lowered his head and looked at the Chaldean priest and priest.
His eyes were full of sincerity and pleading. Thinking of the priest's current identity, an evil idea suddenly jumped into Tyrion's heart.
"You want to save them, right? Then are you willing to be a hero? Chaldea Morgan, as long as you nod, I will let them go, and you can become a hero too..."
The Chaldean priest suddenly raised his head and looked into Tyrion's ice-blue eyes. He did not believe that this guy who exuded the aura of death would be so kind. He took a deep breath:
"What's the price?"
The death knight's eyes blinked:
"You have to work for me. I won't let you kill people and set fires. I just need you to stay in Stormwind City, which will be rebuilt in the future, with peace of mind. When necessary, I will go to you... Look, you
It is to save poor people, which does not conflict with your beliefs."
The Chaldean priest looked back at the soldiers who were killed by the death knight. He clenched his fists. This priest was so brave for the first time in his history. He turned back and looked directly into Tyrion's eyes:
