In this windy and snowy night, Thrall felt boundless fear. In his sleep, he saw his tribe being defeated under the siege of countless dead people. Those soldiers who fought bravely often only had a wound and could not survive.
Avoid later becoming an undead monster that kills the things you cherish.
He couldn't see any hope, and he turned to the elements in vain for help, but the elements couldn't help him heal his soldiers, and couldn't clean up those terrible undead.
They have no way to resist, Orgrim, Intrigg, Grom, Drek'Thar, and Taressa...
They are all dead.
At the end of the nightmare, he saw Blackmore holding Taresha's head and looking at him, asking himself if he was satisfied.
"No!!!"
Thrall roared and sat up from the bed. The cold air made him realize that the brazier in his tent had been extinguished. He gasped and sat up, and he was not relieved until he touched the ax next to him.
tone.
He coughed lightly and wanted to call for some fire element to light his brazier, but at this moment, he saw a raven.
Raven?
This raven was standing at the head of his bed, looking at him coldly, as if it had been standing here all along.
Thrall was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that when he was having that terrible nightmare, there was always such a raven in his dream.
Just when he was about to drive away the raven, a hoarse voice appeared in his mind.
"Can you change your destiny?"
This voice was extremely familiar to him, he had heard it in his dream!
The next moment, the raven screamed and flew up, flew out of his tent, and opened the curtain of his tent, allowing him to see the blizzard that was constantly drifting outside.
The cold wind blew into his tent along the cracks, making him shiver. Only then did he realize that the scenes he saw in his dream were still lingering in his mind.
Tharessa was beheaded by Blackmore because of her attack on Durnholde. The fallen prince killed his father and spread the plague to the entire Lordaeron.
If you continue to stay, you will have to fight endless undead souls hungry for flesh and blood...
"Damn it!"
Thrall kept recalling the things he saw in his dreams, undead, monsters, fallen princes, and... there was also a paladin who exuded cold and dazzling holy light.
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The paladin who almost left himself in that castle!
In his dream, this paladin led a group of warriors wearing white armor, constantly fighting various demons. The undead could only become cannon fodder in the hands of these demons.
His whole body was shrouded in a kind of pale holy light, which looked both sacred and strange, giving off a strange feeling.
"The only hope?"
Thrall clenched his fists. He didn't really want to suggest that Orgrim take the orcs to leave their hometown and go to Orgrim who doesn't even know where he is now.
But he was even more unsure as to how Lordaeron, with such a paladin, could become what he had in his dream.
However, if all of Lordaeron falls, will that powerful Paladin become even more deadly?
Countless complicated thoughts lingered in Thrall's heart. He felt that he had enough worries. When he came back with the defeated army a few days ago, although Orgrim did not punish him, he felt deeply
Blame yourself.
His clever plan left so many compatriots dead without a burial place. He...
He thought of those immortal undead souls.
"No, those monsters! The prophecy is true!"
Thrall rushed out of his tent, and vaguely, he seemed to see the figure of the raven going away. He wanted to know if it was the raven that gave him guidance, and what he would do next.
But now, he wanted to tell Orgrim everything he saw.
He hurriedly rushed into Orgrim's tent, and the guard at the door did not stop him. Orgrim had already said that if Thrall was looking for him, no notification would be needed at any time.
Originally, Thrall thought he was going to wake up his chief, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that his chief was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head and looking at the map, obviously thinking about tomorrow's plan.
"You rarely come to me at this time, Thrall. If you are not going to rob those thieves tomorrow, you'd better give me some urgent news."
Orgrim looked at the young man with a worried look on his face, chuckled lightly, and pushed the map in front of him in front of Thrall.
Thrall looked at the map and knew that tomorrow he should rob those former Alterac nobles and current thieves.
These nobles who had been deprived of their right to rule by Tenaris now had no commoners to pay taxes to them, so they decided to 'take' it themselves, and therefore degenerated into thieves.
These people have hoarded a large amount of food for the winter, which is very good news for them, because they can obtain a large amount of food without attacking human towns, attracting the attention of the Lordaeron defenders and letting them know that they
action trajectory, but there are also disadvantages.
That is, the force value of these people is not very low, and they are very tough. Even a girl can pick up weapons and fight the orcs.
So there will be some casualties.
"That's not what happened."
"What's that?"
Orgrim frowned.
"Or are you going to be like that old shaman from Drek'Thar, telling me nonsense that this continent is about to be in danger and asking me to take people to another continent quickly? Are you talking about immortal undead and so on?
"
Orgrim's words made Thrall freeze, and he asked with some difficulty.
"Drek'Thar also dreamed of those undead souls?"
As the warchief, Orgrim glanced at Thrall, who was frowning, and then chuckled.
"Actually, I dreamed about it too."
Then why...
"But our compatriots are still being imprisoned. If we all give up, then there will be no hope for them, Sal."
Thrall was silent. He knew what Orgrim meant, that if they evacuated now, those orcs who were still imprisoned in the shelter would become turtles in the urn.
Even if there were no undead natural disasters, they would die completely in despair.
Therefore, we must find other ways.
Sal was thinking hard about countermeasures, but the first person he thought of was Li Ke.
Thinking back to the pale and cold holy light, Thrall made a decision.
