Arthas was very tired. He leaned feebly on the chair, scratching his eyebrows hard, trying to wake himself up. The communication with the dead consumed too much of his energy.
"So, you know Orgrimmar will pass by there." Robbie asked on the side. Orgrimmar was contaminated by Medivh's magic tracking beacon. It was definitely not an accident, but a clever arrangement and design.
Alsace nodded, then shook his head:
"He didn't want to take that path. I let the dead souls influence his judgment. I also specially arranged that deer. Orgrimmar Doomhammer, this cruel executioner, has Lordaeron on his hands.
The blood of the people, I must kill him, in order to seek justice for Lordaeron and the dead in Tirisfal Glades."
The dead souls were wandering around, learning everything. Arthas told Robbie the conversation between Orgrimmar and Fording, as well as what happened in the orc shelter, one by one, allowing Robbie to have an understanding of the situation during this time period.
New understanding.
Robbie had to admit that he seemed to have underestimated Alsace.
The person who can become the Lich King is indeed no ordinary prince.
Alsace is a very interesting person, his upper and lower limits are surprisingly high.
In some small things, he behaves very naively, worse than a fledgling adventurer.
But when it comes to matters of right and wrong, as well as the use of strategies and the insight into people's hearts, Alsace is very capable.
Alsace is exactly the kind of person who should never be an enemy.
The dead souls bid farewell to His Highness the Prince and headed towards the unknown world of the dead. Arthas looked in the direction of the Royal City of Lordaeron and finally made up his mind: "Robbie, before I leave Lordaeron, I want to see my father."
.......
Orgrimmar, who parted ways with Fordring and headed home, didn't know that he had been sentenced to death by Arthas. The executioner would be his most trusted junior, his carefully cultivated successor, the son of his old friend Durotan, Alsace.
you.
Tragedies in Tirisfal Glades similar to the tragedy in Briar Town were all planned and completed by Orgrimmar. Thrall's main task at this time was to deal with humans, more like a diplomat or ambassador.
When Thrall woke up, he saw the guardian's wise eyes, as if the two met for the first time.
"Thall! You disappoint me." There is a hint of magic in the guardian's voice, which can easily affect people's hearts:
"The one who defeated you was a Holy Light Orc. To be honest, I am very interested in him, even more than the surprise you brought me."
Thrall's heart thumped. The reason why he is where he is today is not because of some damn "Son of Durotan", but because of the Lord Guardian's respect for him.
Everything he has, including being the ever-victorious champion in the arena, his noble bloodline, and his legendary life experience, were given to him by the Guardian Medivh.
Once he loses Medivh's trust, he will lose everything and become an unknown figure again.
"But it's a pity that he was sent by Orgrimmar. His holy light may come from a human paladin." Medivh asked with some testing intentions: "Thall, do you know what this means?
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"Simple, Orgrimmar doesn't want to become the second black hand."
Blackhand Blackhand, nicknamed the Destroyer, was the chief of the Blackstone Clan, and Orgrimmar was once his lieutenant.
Orgrimmar assassinated Blackhand and stepped on his body to inherit the position of warchief.
Regardless of the high-sounding reasons, this is outright betrayal.
Medivh nodded and sighed:
"As people get older, when their bodies become weaker and weaker, they become more and more obsessed with power, and they refuse to give up what they have in their hands. This is true for humans, and it is the same for orcs. The victory of the orcs against Lordaeron is now determined.
Thrall, you don't have much use anymore. Orgrimmar's attack was so unprepared that even I was not prepared. Now you have lost your aura of invincibility and are just a ridiculous loser. How do you deal with it?
What’s the current crisis?”
Thrall lowered his head and fell into thinking. This was a difficult problem. The orcs respected the victors very much, and they were also used to trampling on the losers. The failure in the arena made Thrall's former halo disappear.
"Please protect me, please teach me."
Young Thrall does not have the wisdom to deal with the situation at hand.
"This is indeed a bit too much for young you." Medivh pondered for a moment: "Okay, there is a difficult thing to deal with right now. If you can handle it well, I will teach you how to act."
Jaina particularly regretted it. If she had known that the orcs' archery accuracy was so bad, she would not have said anything about "noble treatment". She is an official mage and her escape speed is definitely faster than that of a mage apprentice.
Fortunately, there is no despair in life.
When Jaina saw Thrall, she felt ecstatic in her heart, thinking that she had met an acquaintance, and considering their old friendship, Thrall would probably give her a hand.
It's a pity that Sal didn't look at her directly. She seemed to be a different person, cruel, domineering, arrogant, and evil. This is Sal's true nature.
Thrall was lowering his head and thinking about how to deal with Jaina, whether it would be better to kill her directly. Medivh saw what Thrall was thinking and reminded him: "I promise this little girl that I will treat her like a noble."
"noble?"
Thrall was enlightened and his eyes lit up: "We orcs have never recognized any human nobility. Since the Lord Guardian has told us, follow the local customs and follow the etiquette of our orc aristocrats."
"What are the etiquettes of the orc nobles?" Medivh also showed some interest.
Sal was seriously injured and struggled to get up. In the critical situation in front of him, he had no choice but to fight.
The dark underground cell had a stench mixed with mold that made people sick.
Many old, weak, sick and disabled were imprisoned here, including female orcs holding babies, old orcs wrapped in blankets, sick men with one leg lame, and thin and pitiful orc children. Jaina recognized them at a glance, and every time she
When I came to this shelter, I saw exactly this group of orcs.
"A bunch of liars." Jaina mentally cursed.
"We orcs never raise waste." Thrall said loudly: "They are eliminated and defective products. Their only function is to deceive you. Now that you know everything, they have lost the meaning of survival."
"You want to kill them all?" Out of habit, Jaina was overflowing with sympathy again.
Sal said fiercely:
"According to the tradition of our orcs, the only function of these wastes is to allow the nobles to practice their skills and maintain their murderous and cruel hearts. We orcs often give such gifts to our friends. Now, they are yours, Jaina."
"No, I can't do this." Jaina shook her head repeatedly.
"You have the right to refuse, ma'am."
Thrall showed a sinister look, and there were orcs behind him who sent a lot of weapons. Thrall shouted:
"Damn wastes, stand up, pick up the weapons in front of you, kill this human mage, I guarantee you will survive."
Walking to the door of the dungeon, before closing the door, Thrall looked at the group of eager orcs, then glanced at Jaina, and sneered: "Enjoy your noble treatment, Jaina, kill, or be killed."
"No, you can't do this to me." Jaina cried.
The thin orc child struggled to lift the axe, the lame wounded man struggled to pick up the stick, and the female orc threw the baby away and chose a rusty dagger...
"Well done, Thrall, your performance makes me full of confidence in you again." Medivh said, he stood up and recited a rare spell.
A portal opened, and an octopus-like monster with eight legs walked out, sprayed with sticky and disgusting mucus, and with dense eyes growing on its torso, which looked a bit scary.
"Let's get to know each other, this is Experimental Subject No. 01." Medivh introduced Thrall. (To be continued)