The little orc Thrall witnessed the whole process of Blackmoore's death in battle. He saw the scene of the entire castle being submerged in the tide set off by death. He was frightened. He was unable to fight back. He could only bring his best.
friends hurriedly escaped from the ruined castle.
Escape from his home...
Although he was called a "slave" ("Thall" means "slave" in Common), Thrall still regarded it as home, and he had nowhere to go except the cold castle.
The girl wearing a shabby floral skirt is called Taresha. She is the daughter of the baker in the castle and Sal's best friend. Now she is holding Sal's hand and following Sal running wildly in the dark. Her eyes are filled with tears.
Tears, her parents were missing in the previous massacre. If she hadn't been helping Sal bandage his wounds at that time, I'm afraid she wouldn't have been able to escape the tragic fate.
"Sal, where are we going?"
Taresha looked at the darkness around her with fear. Her hand grabbed Sal's finger harder. The girl was scared. This was natural. She would definitely be scared.
Little Taresha is 10 years old this year, 2 years older than Thrall, but human children are still short at this age, while Thrall, an 8-year-old orc child, is already 1.6 meters tall. From a distance, he looks like a real
Like the young people, the physical fitness of the orcs is so good that in one aspect, humans are far from being able to compare with them.
Thrall has been placed high hopes by Major General Blackmoore since he was a child. The major general ordered the brave Lieutenant Drake to teach Thrall martial arts, and also asked his attendants to teach Thrall writing and knowledge. Of course, he did not do so with good intentions. The major general picked up Thrall 6 years ago.
When Thrall was still a baby, he wanted to train the little orc into a real gladiator, make money for him, and realize his ambitions.
The wise major general firmly believes that the orcs will be defeated, and how to deal with the orcs after the war will be a very big trouble. By that time, Thrall, who was trained by him and is loyal to humans, will become a template for dealing with the orcs, and the major general himself,
It will also lead to great success.
However, after the major general saw the fighting power of the orcs with his own eyes, a more arrogant idea appeared in Blackmoore's mind. He wanted to train Thrall to be the future leader of the orcs...by controlling Thrall, he would command the orcs, and then serve him
Build a real kingdom for yourself.
Yes, the major general's ambition is very great.
And Thrall did not disappoint him. Although he was only eight years old, Thrall relied on the orcs' innate strength and fighting talent to easily defeat human soldiers in 1 on 1, unlike other rough orcs.
, Sal has been taught to read since he was a child, and he is also very thirsty for knowledge.
This kind of excellence in both aspects makes the major general very satisfied. Sometimes he even feels that if Thrall were a human, he would definitely become his best successor.
Too bad he's an orc...
Thrall is just a child. He doesn't know what Major General Blackmoore's expectations of him mean, but after all, the Major General has raised him. Although he will often whip him mercilessly with a whip, most of the time, the Major General is very good to him.
, at least much better than other aliens imprisoned in the castle.
He has his own house in the basement of the castle, his own bed, and even his own bookshelf. He can eat meat every day, enough food, and has someone to teach him. This kind of living conditions, it is no exaggeration to say, is better than 80% of the population.
All human beings are happy.
So Thrall also feels that there is nothing wrong with being a major general's gladiator, except for the lack of freedom...
"I don't know, Taresha."
Sal stopped breathlessly. The two children had already rushed out of the castle and rushed into the darkness. He turned his head and looked at Taresha whose face was full of tears. Sal's light blue eyes also flashed.
After a moment of pain, he regarded Major General Blackmore as a relative. Tonight, like Taresha, he had lost a relative.
"Don't cry, Taresha! I will protect you."
The little orc helped the little girl wipe away her tears, and the two lonely children could only support each other and move forward in the darkness.
Taresha held Thrall's arm tightly and followed Thrall in fear. In her young heart, the orcs were nothing to be afraid of. The brave major general could easily defeat them, and the only one beside her was
The orc, Thrall, is a very polite friend.
Taresha still remembers that two years ago, on that night, when a drunken veteran tried to hurt her, it was Thrall who stood up and knocked down the drunken soldier. At that time, in order to protect his friend, the little orc
The first time he took the initiative to enter the violent state of the orc, he roared like a wild beast, and ended up killing the damn veteran by mistake.
Sal was imprisoned for a month as a result of that incident, but since then, the two have become real good friends. Sal would secretly hide the meat allocated to him and share it with Taresha to eat together.
Every time he was injured after a battle, it was Taresha who bandaged Thrall's wounds.
"Thall, why don't we go find your compatriots, those orcs...you are one of them, and they will take you in."
Taresha doesn't know about the war in the outside world. She just knows that in the current hills, besides humans, there are the most orcs. In Sal's case, as soon as he enters the human camp, he will be mercilessly killed.
, the little girl thought about it and decided that she could only survive if Thrall went to the orcs.
But this proposal was rejected by Sal.
"No! Taresha, we can't go to the orcs!"
Little Sal squatted down, put down the one-handed ax and buckler in his hand, opened the leather bag at his waist, took out a piece of bread, and gave a large half to the little girl. He bit the cold bread and said:
"The Major General took me to the battlefield...I saw my "compatriots"."
A trace of fear flashed in the little orc's eyes, and he shook his head:
"They are different from me. They are like...like crazy beasts. Their eyes are blood red. I can't feel emotion in their eyes. Taresha, even if they won't hurt me
, but they will kill you too, I can't take the risk, I have nothing left, I can't lose you anymore."
These words made the little girl couldn't help but get closer to Sal. She ate the bread and wiped her tears. She whispered with some loss:
"Then where can we go? Our home is destroyed."
"We...we go..."
Thrall has been living in the castle. He also doesn't understand the situation in the outside world. He doesn't know where to go. But when the two children were struggling for the future, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground woke them up.
Sal picked up the battle ax and shield with a swish, and guarded Taresha tightly behind him. He mustered up the courage, stepped forward step by step, and looked at the dark land in front of him, where a familiar figure was standing.
Groaning in pain.
"Lieutenant Drake!"
Sal couldn't help shouting, and he walked forward with Taresha, but before he could come into contact with the seriously injured lieutenant, a dark figure appeared in front of him.
"Ah! It's you!"
Thrall saw him and immediately grasped the one-handed ax in his hand. There was already a blood-red light in his eyes. Obviously, the appearance of this guy made Thrall feel unparalleled pressure.
Tyrion tilted his head and looked at the little orc in front of him and the little girl he was protecting behind him.
He knew that the orc was named Thrall, and he also knew what role this little orc would play in the next 30 years of history. It was no exaggeration to say that Thrall would be the backbone of future history, just like Varian and Al
Same as Sass... Without him, the historical direction of the world would have changed by at least 60%!
The death knight's fingers touched the hilt of the sword at his waist. This action made Thrall feel threatened. The little orc knew that he was no match for him, but thinking of Taresha behind him, he gritted his teeth and let out an orcish roar.
, and rushed towards Tyrion.
The one-handed battle ax in his hand was raised high and struck at Tyrion's chest.
"Bang"
The ice sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and Thrall's full blow even made Tyrion take a step back. The rough one-handed ax in the orc's hand was cut off directly, and he was slapped to the ground by the sword.
"Shua"
The cold blade pressed against Thrall's neck. The little orc raised his head and stared at Tyrion. He shouted loudly in Common Tongue:
"Kill me! Let Taresha go, please!"
"No! Sal, no!"
The little girl ignored the horizontal sword and rushed towards Thrall. She knelt in front of Tyrion, begging the cold dead man:
"Let Thrall go, he is a good orc, please, let him go!"
The pleas of the two children did not deflect Tyrion's will. Like Arthas and Varian, Thrall's destiny was too important. As long as Tyrion swung this sword, he would definitely not survive.
tomorrow morning...
He does want to challenge fate, but he doesn't intend to die yet...
"Shua"
The long sword exuding cold air was inserted into the ground in front of Thrall, and the death knight quietly retreated into the darkness.
"Your name is Sal? Very good...
"Go to Alterac, that will be your destiny."
After several minutes, Thrall got rid of the coldness that enveloped his body. He got up and helped Taresha up. The two children were a little confused about what just happened. They didn't understand that the death knight could kill easily.
If you want to kill them, why should you let them go?
But now that the danger has receded, Thrall has turned his attention elsewhere.
"Lieutenant Drake, are you okay?"
He helped the seriously injured lieutenant up with difficulty. The unlucky lieutenant was already unconscious. He had escaped from Tyrion before. This time, he was still looked down upon by the death knight because of his brave fighting. His
My whole body was frozen, but it wasn't actually life-threatening.
Tyrion liked such warriors, and it was not impossible to spare his life if there was no conflict of interest. What's more, according to the Chaldean priest, Lieutenant Drak was the only one who wanted to send troops to help the elves at that time.
From this point of view alone, even Rogelio, who was bitter and resentful, would choose to forgive him. If this is the case, then his life should not be cut off.
"Sal! Sal! Look what I found?"
Taresha's shout made the little orc raise his head, and then he saw the little girl grabbing the reins of the horse and struggling to pull out a docile horse covered in blood from the roadside. This probably escaped from the castle in the chaos.
No matter what, fate favored these three people.
A moment later, the sound of horse hooves sounded in the darkness. In the night on the other side, Tyrion watched the war horse carrying two children and a wounded person disappear. He did not interfere too much.
There's not much bad feeling either.
That is the hero of the next era, and he should not die in this bad era.
On the other side, the chaos in the castle continued, but after Major General Blackmore died, the awakened corpses fell again, which gave the fleeing soldiers a way out, and they tried to escape in groups
Castle, but in the darkness of the night, two death knights holding sharp blades stood in front of them.
This cold ending made all the soldiers despair, and at this moment, a bright holy light lit up in the dark night.
"Evil! Retreat!"
The Chaldean priest held his staff high and walked out of the darkness. Behind him were hundreds of soldiers who had gathered. The young priest was wrapped in holy light. He looked at the cold death knight in front of him and shouted loudly.
shouted:
"Warriors, don't give up! The Holy Light will protect you!"
"Your weak light can't do anything! Poor thing!"
Miss Luminas's acting skills exploded. She brandished her long sword and rushed towards the Chaldean priest. This scene made the soldiers raise their weapons one after another, but the Chaldean priest raised his hand without fear.
The holy light condensed into the shape of a war hammer in his hand, and struck hard on the death knight's body.
"The Holy Light will punish you!"
"puff"
Luminas spit out a mouthful of blood and flew back at a faster speed, even knocking down Serende who was watching the show. The two death knights stood up in embarrassment and stared fiercely like the messengers of sound and light.
Chaldean priest.
"You win today! Damn priest! But we don't lose that easily!"
"Next time! Next time we meet, you're dead!"
"Ding, ding, ding"
Amidst the low ringing of horse bells, the death knights fled in defeat. This scene of a narrow escape shocked all the soldiers, but the next moment, they cheered in unison, and they gathered around the Chaldean priest, some sincere believers
He even knelt on the ground and kissed the pastor's insteps with tears on his face.
"Warriors! The Holy Light will not fail, gather others, we have to leave this place covered by death!"
A trace of undisguised pain flashed in the Chaldean priest's eyes. This kind of deception was challenging his bottom line, but Tyrion was right. In this case, someone must stand up and become a hero in order to save more lives.
Even if it's a white lie, he's still saving lives.
The lofty responsibility and mission made the Chaldean pastor calm down, and he shouted loudly:
"I will take you to Lordaeron! We will start a new life there!"
